WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! Gore, violence, swearing, character death, drugs, alcohol, mental illness and sex. Read on at your own discretion.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first attempt at something this dark so please bare with me guys. I'm going to try my hardest to make this good. Also, as a fair warning, this won't be updated until later. I have two other stories I'm working on right now but I wanted to put this up to see the kind of response I got. I'll probably still continue anyways, but I'm still kinda curious.
It felt strange. The feeling of watching someone sleep when you know something awful was going to happen to them. At the same time, there was possibly no greater feeling. No, that wasn't true. There was a greater feeling. It was that feeling of running the sharpened edge of your weapon through their bodies, feeling the bones split apart to make room. How the flesh hugged the fine edge so tightly, like a child gripping their parent. What made those feelings ever greater was the sight of their blood spraying around the walls, coating their body in crimson elegance. Hearing their screams of pain, of fear, as they tried to understand what was happening around them. Trying to understand why this was happening to them.
That feeling, it was all they wanted. It was all they needed to feel complete; satisfied. Without this feeling surrounding them, they were lost. Lost in an endless sea of pain, depression and torment. It was like a coming of age ritual. By committing this act, this wonderful act, they were staking their claim as finally being ready to grow up; to move on.
Draped in the fine silk of crimson, the katana lifted high into the air taking another swing at the already mangled body before it. It was a clean sweep, hardly any resistance. The head separated from the body and rolled awkwardly to the side of the now blood splattered room. Sheets that had once been so clean and white, were now dirty and washed with blood. A flash of lightning and thunderous clap illuminated the room, showing the spray went half way up the walls. The light also produced a shadowed figure, its hands gripping the katana tight; its gleaming like a beautiful diamond. Left to dangle at their side, the thin edge of the blade tore at the wooden floors as they slowly made their way to the next room.
Left behind was a body barely recognizable at this point. From neck to toe, large gashes littered the body of a man; the only obvious clue about them. He had never even gotten out of bed to defend himself; his bed stained with his blood. Towards one corner of the room lay his head, part of his face against the tacky wooden floors. Another flash of light illuminated their features. His long hair was matted and caked in blood, a look of utter surprise and terror now forever etched on his detached face. Hiashi Hyuga, head of the Hyuga Clan.
The heavy sound of the storm outside covered the sound of their soft steps. They never once bothered to pick up the katana, its blade rattled against the mahogany floors and causing more noise than should have been allowed. They didn't care though. If someone came to check out the strange sounds, they would just allow them to feel the same things they felt. Such a sweet feeling it was after all. Who wouldn't want to feel the same way? A far away roll of thunder echoed through the silence. There was no better setting for this than a night like tonight, a raging storm, a sharp blade and the need to make everyone feel the sweet nectar that was murder.
A new room. Slowly their hand reached up for the groove that would allow their fingers to pull the door open. It slid perfectly and silently. Eyes laid upon their next target. They would make them feel the same way they felt. There was no sound as they slipped into the room, drowned out by the monstrous roar of thunder, followed by a couple of flashes of lightning. The sleeping person was never the wiser. For a moment, they stood over them, studying the way they slept. There was never hesitation in their movements, but they had to take the time to admire. Although, they would look far more beautiful covered in red. Gracefully they straddled the sleeping form, the blade held high above their head. Another flash of lightning and the katana glittered garnet.
Nothing had prepared them for this moment, but it was necessary. Everything they were doing was necessary. There was no doubt in their minds as the blade came rushing down in a swift motion. Its tip pierced their heart and they were dead instantly. There wasn't even a gasp of surprise; they had never even woken up. It was quick and painless, but that didn't mean they weren't going to suffer. Pulling the blade free, feeling it stick to muscle and cartilage, they allowed themselves to slash and slash at the corpse without remorse. Every hack felt like cutting raw meat with a knife. The blade ran through flesh like butter; the muscle was a little tougher. A distracting clap of thunder brought their attention up, their eyes darting from the body to the stained katana.
Pushing themselves to their feet with nothing but thigh muscles, they slowly, wobbly, made their way outside. Blood drenched feet slapped against the wooden floors, spraying millimeter sized blood drops on the walls. Their bloody hands dropped the katana with a loud rattle against the floor. How strange that no one heard a sound. No one sounded the alarms even though their best and brightest were no unrecognizable messes of hacked flesh. Sliding the door that led to the front of the compound open, they stepped out into the mist of the coming storm.
As they began their trek to the front gates, the rain started to pour. The body stopped, slowly bringing their face up towards the sky. The clouds were dark, the darkest gray just before black. Deafening thunder rolled and lightning split the sky with a wicked crack. Wind howled and a sharp, powerful gust whipped against their body, long, dark blue hair billowed against their slim neck. Fair skin pricked from the cold, the crimson plasma on their limbs slowly dripping off with each drop of rain. Their clothes become soaked in moments, the tiny white tank top hugging the hourglass figure and curve of their large breasts. Small, dark navy blue shorts clung to their thighs, letting water slip down their legs and wash off the blood on their feet. Soon their long hair was clinging desperately to their face and neck from the rain, unable to move with the wind. Dark blue bangs frayed around wide white eyes with a tinge of lavender. They strained the ability of the elasticity of their own skin with how far the stretched their eyes open. A dark, Cheshire like grin was spread across their lips as if reveling in the actions they took.
Their head whipped around when they heard a terrified squeak. The look never waivered as they saw the little girl duck behind the wall, hoping she hadn't been spotted. Their body leaned to the side playfully, their fingers lacing together behind their back; it was almost like they were taunting the little girl. Had she seen the others? The thought crossed their mind with an amused chuckle erupting from their throat. With loose movements, they ran to the window in a flash and tackled the little girl. Fair skinned hands wrapped themselves tight around her tiny throat as she gasped in realization at who had committed these atrocities. Small hands clawed at the hands on her throat as the blood vessels in her white eyes began to pop and air was slowly leaving her lungs.
Her mouth opened and closed several times, trying to speak, trying to reach out and get this attacker off them! There was no use. Finally their eyes began to roll to the back of their head from lack of oxygen, a maniacal laugh faintly being heard. When they felt the life cease, for a moment they didn't let go but only tightened their grip. Minutes passed by before they finally lamented and pushed themselves to their feet. They could finally feel! The world around them seemed to slow and they could hear every drop of rain, every leaf rustle in the wind, the sounds of families snuggling up together; the sudden frown on their face seemed to cancel out what they had just experienced.
This wasn't enough! It wasn't the same as the others! Their brow knitted together in anger and resentment as they turned from the pale, lifeless body. Leaving the small room, they only returned once their katana was once again gripped tight in their hand. They would feel! Raising the blade high in the air, a terrifying crack of lightning struck the tree outside as the glinting blade came down in a rush of air. Blood splattered on the walls, once again coating their body in the sweet silkiness of a crimsons blanket. Feeling the severing of flesh and bone through the handle of the sword only seemed to make their body quiver happily. This was what they wanted to feel. This was true bliss!
Hinata's white-lavender eyes snapped opened when the sound of her front door closing echoed in her ears. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter so tightly that her knuckles had begun to turn as white as her eyes. Slowly she relented her grip and took a few deep breaths. What a strange dream she had just had. How could she think of such things? Especially when it came to her family; she loved her family. She wasn't like that at all! She wasn't the type to lash out and take a person's life unless it was to defend her own. Hinata shook her head, her dark navy locks swishing around her shoulders.
"Hinata I'm home!" the loud voice of her boyfriend shouted from the front entrance of their small apartment.
She walked through the hall and peered around the corner to see his blonde head staring at his feet as he removed his shoes. "Naruto!" she beamed as she ran to him, throwing herself into his unsuspecting arms.
He looked up, his blue eyes wide when he noticed her flying through the air to greet him. "Wah!" he caught her just in time, only to be hit in the back of the head by the ladle she had been holding. "Ow!"
"Oh my!" she blushed in embarrassment and quickly released herself from his strong grip. "I'm so sorry Naruto! Are…are you alright?" She stood on her tip toes, gently placing her hands on either side of his head and making him look down so she could inspect his skull.
Naruto laughed, forcing his head up, "Yeah, I'm fine Hinata. Don't get so worked up." He leaned in and lovingly kissed her forehead, causing the Hyuga's face to turn as bright as a ripened tomato.
Timidly her fingers fidgeted, "Um…Happy Birthday Naruto. I…mmm…I made your favorite."
"Thanks Hinata, but you didn't have to," he couldn't help the giant grin that spread across his face when he envisioned eating Hinata's cooking. She was so good at it!
"Oh well…" her eyes shifted from side to side which had Naruto's blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "If you would prefer I didn't…well then…we, um, we could always go out to Ichiraku's."
As he stared down at his girlfriend, he wondered how he had gotten so lucky that a girl like Hinata would ever love him. Gingerly he placed her face in his hands, their eyes meeting and his lips pressing against hers. Their kiss was short but full of passion, "I love your cooking Hinata. I will eat anything of yours." He winked playfully at her which caused her to gasp and hide her face as she ran back towards the kitchen. He couldn't help but laugh as he casually followed her.
The two young adults lived together in his tiny one bedroom apartment that he has had since childhood. Naruto had asked Hinata if they should get a different place, a bigger one that could properly fit the two of them, but she had refused. She said that she liked his tiny apartment as it was the most like him; homey. Rubbing the back of his head, he didn't understand what she saw in this dumpy place but if she said she liked it, then who was he to argue? He had a beautiful woman that loved him completely and all the dumb things he did.
Lazily he flopped into a chair in the kitchen, watching her back as she went back to cooking. The sound of her knife hitting the cutting board echoed in the small kitchen and brought delight to his rather famished stomach. They both chuckled when they heard it grumble in anticipation. Crossing his hands behind his head, he leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling in content. He couldn't complain one bit, he loved his life.
"How is Lady Tsunade?" Hinata asked, breaking the silence in the room.
Finally he let out an exhausted grunt, "Oh man! She's running me to the bone! That old bag is crazy!"
"Naruto! You shouldn't say such things. She's only trying to teach you how to become Hokage," Hinata scolded, her back still facing him. She had ceased her chopping though, her hand resting on the cool handle of the knife. Her eyes looked down to watch as her pale fingers smoothed over the plastic handle in a half mesmerized state.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he huffed as he leaned further back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs. "Still, all she does is yell at me and boss me around."
Silently she went back to making his birthday dinner, the sound of her cooking utensils the only sound between them. Neither of them minded all that much, plus Naruto knew Hinata was a quiet girl so this was natural. Actually, he rather liked that Hinata was a quiet girl because she didn't need to say anything to make the room feel warm and inviting. Letting the chair fall back to the floor with a thud Naruto got up and snuck up behind his pale girlfriend. There was the tiniest of squeaks from her as she felt his arms wrap around her waist. He remembered her being smaller when they were younger, but he liked this Hinata better. A full figured woman with a body to die for! She may not have been as skinny as Ino, but she was lean and curvy in all the right places for him. Feathering kisses along the nape of her neck, he felt her skin heat up beneath his touch and he couldn't help but smirk. Her skin was always so soft and smelled of roses. His hand slipped under her apron and the simple black shirt she wore to run his fingertip along her smooth stomach.
Hinata shivered against him at his warm touch. He always felt like he was on fire, no matter the temperature around them. She could feel her face beginning to heat up from embarrassment and pleasure as she tried to ignore his advances and continue her cooking. She slammed the knife down on the counter when she felt his calloused fingers skim over her nipples. He chuckled into her ear, his breath rushing through her hair and sending another shiver running through her body. Instinctively her legs closed, the muscles in her thighs tensing with want and excitement. Slowly her head leaned back against his shoulder as he nipped down her neck to her collar bone, biting into her lip with a whimper when he pinched her sensitive nipples.
"Naruto…" her voice was breathless as she spoke his name, her eyes closed and a pleasured smile tugging at her pink lips.
He loved that face she made. Even better, he loved it when she moaned his name. His hands left her body only to reappear as he grabbed her and threw her against the table that, luckily, hadn't been set yet. Hinata let slip a small yelp as she made contact with the sturdy wooden table, looking up into Naruto's loving but hungry eyes. The apron she wore was torn off with ease as he leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips, licking her lips to ask for entrance. With a bit of hesitation she allowed it, wrapping her arms around his neck and slipping her fingers through his hair as their tongues battled for dominance. His rough hands ran along her sides, lifting her shirt up as he did so, only breaking their kiss so he could pull her shirt off. Once it was gone, they were battling tongues again.
With great care, his hands slid down her hips and between her thighs to push open her legs. He offered little resistance to this act and he slipped between them, their bodies pushing closer together. She could feel the hardness in his pants growing as it grazed her inner thigh, only causing her body to heat up more. Naruto broke their kiss, both gasping for air, as he peppered kisses down her neck to her collar bone and then further to her massive chest. Pulling her breasts free, he slipped her right nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the pink skin hungrily. Hinata shut her eyes, biting into a knuckle as she arched her back a little with a mewl of delight. Her hips grinded against his, feeling his bulge twitch.
Not wanting to be unfair to the other breast left in the cold his warm hands gripped in firmly, his fingers pinching the erect nipple playfully. Hinata twisted under him, her hips once against grinding against his. He so enjoyed toying with this quiet girl. With a smack, his lips left her breast and he pulled off her pants eagerly, chuckling at the lacey orange panties she had underneath. She knew it was one of his favorite colors and she just couldn't seem to resist wearing it in hopes it would make him happy. Running a finger along the covered lips of her womanhood, he could feel the cool wetness that coated the cloth. His ears twitched at the sound of her whimper when he touched her and licked his lips.
"N-Naruto…!" she gasped, her eyes snapping wide open when she felt his tongue slide along her lips.
"Oh Hinata…" he paused and kissed her clit, "You taste especially delicious tonight."
Her hands slammed against the wood as his tongue parted her lips and ran all along her wet center. Flicking his tongue against her clit, she gasped again, arching her back and unintentionally digger her hips into his face. A soft groan erupted from her lips as she felt his gentle kisses along her thighs before once again centering all his oral attention on her clit. Hinata felt her body tense, her toes curling as each pass of his tongue brought her pleasure to its highest. He could feel her ready to climax any second, he knew her body well. With a devious grin on his face, he threw his pants and boxers to the side, exposing his pulsing member and eager to give her what her body so desperately craved. Gathering some of her juices on his fingers, he coated himself in them to allow for better penetration as he towered over her. Lavender eyes met blue eyes, as he slipped himself inside her.
Hinata screamed through her first orgasm of the night as just the feel of him pushing into her sent her spiraling pleasure overboard. Naruto felt her walls clamp around him, pulsing and milking him, causing him to shudder against her in pleasure. He pushed her dark blue bangs from her face, wanting to see the look of ecstasy on her beautiful face. Thrusting into her, he watched as she gasped and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in sheer pleasure. Feeling her fingers roam around his toned chest, he tore off his shirt for her and let her long nails dig into his tan flesh. She scratched at his chest with each thrust, only causing him to slam against her harder. He felt her body tense around him again.
Her nails dug into his hips as his own dug into hers. Naruto felt his member pulse before releasing his warm seed inside her. Her walls once again held fast against him, her own juices releasing as she milked his happily twitching member dry. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily from the spontaneously pleasing act they just shared. Naruto smiled up at Hinata, who returned the smile. He really did love her.
Hinata gently touched his shoulder, pushing at him a little, "I have something for you."
He begrudgingly rolled off her, "You mean, that wasn't my present?" It was a playful joke that he heard her giggle at as she shakily got to her feet.
He watched her fall against the counter but was to exhausted himself to get up and help her. Falling back against the table, he exhaled a long breath before hearing her sweet voice again. "Happy Birthday Naruto…" as he was raising his head to see what she had got him, his eyes shot wide open.
Pain, that was all he felt course through his body; white hot pain. Quickly he looked down, jetting out from his abdomen was the large kitchen knife Hinata had been using to cut vegetables with. He could see his cool crimson blood seeping down his body coating her pale skin in its murky beauty. Looking up at her with utter horror and confusion, all he saw was that sweet smile he loved so much. His gasp of pain caught in his throat as she pulled free the knife and thrust it into him once again. Why? Why was she doing this to him? He had always treated her with love and respect! Why was the woman he loved so dearly doing this to him?
"I do hope your birthday was everything you hoped it would be. It was for me," she said, her voice as calm and as sweet as ever.
He screamed as she once against pulled the knife and thrust it back in. "Why?!" his voice was strained as he fought to stay conscious, "Why…why are you….doing this….!"
She paused, the knife held high above her head. Her sweet smile disappeared as she seemed to contemplate his question. "I'm sick…"
"Sick…" he coughed, blood spurting across his lips. "Sick of what?"
The knife slowly fell to her side as she watched him try to stop the bleeding. "Nothing." There was a small pause as the knife twirled in her hand, "I'm just sick." With a s sick smile, she rammed the knife one more time into his bloody body.
