a/n - Hello! Yeah, I'll be updating "The Lineage" soon, but! This was inspired by a deviantart called "Kimono" by XioBang. Go, now. It's really twisted and pretty.
Disclaimer: I own neither "Kimono" or "Naruto. But, I kidnapped Naruto! But, alas, Kishimoto won't let me have the adoption papers...
Warnings: Yaoi. YAOI. And major character deaths. OOC-ness.
Summary: He looked different, with pools of blood and perfection. Warnings inside.
"KIMONO"
He looked different
Blue oceans had turned into seas of blood. Plump pink lips were now the color of fire. His blond hair had dulled so much it looked like the sun gently hitting.
But nothing about him looked gentle.
From his violently red nails, to his over-large kimono everything about him looked defeated. The kimono slipped off his small frame, it's delicate pattern overlooked because they were too busy staring at him. His eyes, far emptier then the blank eyes of the Hyuuga. Even though the colours were vivid, they were painted perfectly.
Perfection isn't alive.
Everything he did, was perfect.
He killed effortlessly.
He ran for days, fast effortlessly almost like he was flying on angel wings.
But his wings had been blackened and torn out, leaving bloody stumps.
Was this the 'perfect' ninja? The perfect shinobi, the human tool?
Without a doubt, yes.
He's more then able to be Hokage now, isn't he? After all, how many people can destroy half the population of the Fire Country in one night? Too bad there is no longer a Konoha for him to guard. It was the last place he visited on July 23. It was supposed to be his Master's birthday present.
Naruto didn't blink as he slit Tsunade's throat. Didn't make a sound when he cut off the entire Hyuuga clan's heads. Naruto never paused as he stabbed Sakura, Kakashi, Iruka and all his friends through the heart.
The village elders laughed when the first heard of Naruto joining forces with the Otokage. Not a threat, he was the village 'dead last' after all. They had forgotten about his promises though.
Naruto always kept his promises. No matter what.
And that time he had promised to please his Master.
His Master had smirked, very pleased, very happy, when he came home, dripping with blood and the head of the Hokage and the Fire Lord in his head. His Master was quick to claim rule over the Fire Territory.
His Master had gotten him cleaned up, and dressed as his consort. People would come to try to bed his Master but Naruto had never blinked in fear his Master would be taken away. That night, even when his Master went to another's bed, he knew that his Master would be back in the morning.
And his Master was.
The foolish woman who had tried to assasinate him dead, her family gone.
No survivors because his Master knew how survivors would act. He wasn't as foolish as Itachi, now dead.
Sasuke could never stay away from him, after all.