Demons
I return once more, my loyal readers! Worry not thine subjects, for those of you who hath desired another installment of Beneath and Birth of the Immortal, they are on thine way! Sorry about the medieval talk, I just got done playing through South Park: TSOT again(*hint hint*). This story will be taking place directly after the events of Birth of the Immortal, meaning that the young shinobi will be having a harem of his very own right after becoming numb to the bloodshed of the Fourth Great Ninja War. Now, without further adieu, I present, Demons!
Getting Bit
"It's plain and simple; shut up or I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."
~The Demon.
Uzumaki Nakaru took a seat by the window soundlessly, staring out at the blue skies, deep in thought. This was going to be a new... experience for him. The jinchuuriki didn't remember much from Death's debriefing before he got flung into this new dimension, only that he heard something about a 'replacement' and 'to have fun'-whatever the hell that means. He just knew that it was a school, and it just so happened to be that he wasn't a big fan of the educational system.
"Hello cla-
He drowned out the voice of his homeroom teacher before she could even complete her first sentence, blowing a strand of his scarlet hair from his face, clearing up his vision. He didn't even do it on purpose, it was just a natural habit of his; to block out his teacher. He ripped his attention away from the window and focused on his classmates. There seemed to have been more girls than boys in his class and he caught more than one staring at him. A shorter than average girl with sharp cerulean hair tied up in a purple band littered with stars caught his eye briefly as his vision strayed to the back of the classroom. His eyes lingered on her chest a little while longer than he intended and he averted his gaze when it seemed as though she noticed him.
"Sorry I'm late!"
All jaws belonging to the male gender-and some female-dropped as the newcomer's presence flooded the room. Even Nakaru's resolve became a bit unhinged at the sight. Flawless porcelain white skin showed from underneath the female version of the academy's uniform. The indecent shortness of the brown checkered skirt that she wore seemed to have been oblivious to her as she accidentally flashed some students, causing a multitude of nosebleeds. Generous mounds seemed trapped with the recesses of the white button-up and vibrant green blazer. A shiny silver crucifix hung from the choker that she wore, the red gem attached to it radiating untapped power.
"Hi! My name's Moka Akashiya! I hope you'll take care of me!"
She bowed and brushed a strand of her bubblegum pink hair out of her bright green eyes as the rest of the class fainted and was seemingly almost immediately resurrected in that same instant. "Okay, Moka, you can take a seat behind... umm... what's your name?" Seeing the embarrassed teacher gesturing to him, he gave away his government, "Uzumaki Nakaru." The happy girl half-skipped over to the wooden desk behind him, taking a seat and humming quietly to herself.
"Excuse me?"
The redhead turned at the small sound of the girl behind him, "Yes?" She briefly averted her eyes before she allowed her resolve to rein true. "H-hello.", she stuttered. "I'm Moka, I hope we can get along well."
"Yeah sure.", he told her. "We can be friends." He turned around before he saw the excited glint in her eyes.
The rest of homeroom sped by relatively quickly. Or so he thought it would until the class finally neared its end after Ms. Nekonome finished discussing how the first years would be allowed permission to skip classes for the rest of the day in order to familiarize themselves with the campus' layout. The cat-like teacher decided to go over the academy rules once more and it just so happened to be that the student sitting next to him thought it was a good idea to make a really stupid remark.
"And finally!", Nekonome Shizuka began. "Any human found on school grounds will be killed immediately!"
"Hey!", the delinquent said aloud. "Why don't we just kill the dudes and use the girls for other things?"
Every single soul in the room found themselves flat-footed by the overwhelmingly sheer amount of dread that had washed over them in that single instant. Shizuka squeaked and began to find difficulty in breathing, while others just flat out fell unconscious. All remaining conscious heads turned and regarded the Uzumaki for all it was worth. Fiercely, blazing scarlet eyes stared at the delinquent with the angered heat of a thousand suns, vertically slitted pupils cold in their gaze as he stared down the culprit of his agitation.
"Wanna run that by me one more time, bitchface?"
Saizo Komiya immediately rose to the occasion, jumping up from his seat with a tick mark visible on his forehead.
"What the fuck did you say?"
The Shinobi smiled, thumbing the familiarly shaped piece of cool metal in the sleeve of his blazer. When next he spoke, the demons from all nine realms rose hell with him.
"You heard me, bitchface. I didn't take kind to your remark."
A steaming, red-skinned hand rose and snatched his throat, lifting him up off the linoleum and denying Saizo of the much needed life-giving oxygen seemingly without any effort. Another fist, colored a frozen cerulean, rose and then shot forward, digging relentlessly through Komiya's stomach, causing him to gasp, only there was no air to flood his lungs for recompense.
"Now, I do believe you owe every female in this room an apology."
Saizo was defiant, he'd give him that. But, the demons of all the nine circles of hell were even moreso.
"NOW!"
"I'm sorry!"
The apologetic words uttered by the supposed "tough guy" rang out in everyone's ears, reverberating through the black silence. The tsunami of dread lifting amongst them, hands became a normal skin tone, Saizo was dropped, and the bell rang all in that order. "W-well, s-students… um… classes dismissed so have a nice day!" Various murmurs and half-conscious slurs of thank you seemed to restore the tailed teacher's confidence. "Umm, Nakaru-kun?" Grey found green as the boy turned, regarding the pinkette happily. "Yes, Moka?" His smile caused her cheeks to dust over a bright pink, not unlike her hair. "Would you walk around the school with me?"
"Sure."
(Courtyard)
Moka smiled happily in her seat atop the bench as the refreshing drink that was tomato juice flowed down her throat. She sighed in relief as she looked over at her very first friend happily gulping down his own beverage. This day may have started out a bit shitty, for lack of a better word, but since she walked into class this morning, it'd been one amazing spectacle after another. She'd gained a genuine friend, that friend put the school delinquent in his place, and she'd gotten praised by damn near everyone in the school already. And it was just the first day! What could possibly go wr-
"Stop!"
She physically jumped in her place when Nakaru shoved a finger before her lips, emerald eyes widening to the size of saucers. "What? What's wrong?" She asked quickly as Nakaru appeared before her, his own eyes wide with apprehensiveness. "Don't say that!" At her confused expression, he elaborated. "Don't you know that whenever you say 'What could possibly go wrong?' something always goes wrong!" She sweat dropped at his explanation and allowed her thoughts to come out.
"But, you just said it…
"…"
Contrary to his warning, nothing happened other than the fact that a couple of frightened ravens fled from the tops of the academy's roofs. He sighed, leaning back against the bench in his seat as sipped calmly at his soda once more. "Hey." He grabbed her attention as he placed his now empty drink on his lap. "Why don't we go up to the roof?" Oblivious to his reasoning due to it being that he didn't like all of the apprehensive looks they were receiving. Regardless, she complied. "Sure!" She grabbed him by the wrist and happily half-skipped her way to the stairwell that led to the roof, pulling him with her all the while.
They never noticed the long, slithery tongue poking out from behind one of the courtyard's columns.
(Dead Forest)
Sendou Yukari wept to herself silently, clutching her magic wand to her chest as she leaned against one of the many twisted trees. Her small, lithe form shivered against the wilted construction of nature as a breeze flew through, her bare arms and legs receiving the brunt of the low temperatures. This year was going to be the same, just like every other-she knew it! Another lonely, friendless year of being bullied, whether it be because of her height, attire, or witch heritage. They were just stupid. They're all just big mean dummies. She was far superior to a number of them, in more ways than one.
She'd just yet to realize that fact did not apply to her maturity.
"Well now, what do we have here?"
The very instant the slimy object passed over her bare thigh, she hopped up, leaping to the away from the place she'd previously occupied as a squeaky shriek fled from her diaphragm. The tall shadowy figure made himself known, his slicked back dreads of a dark brown color shining in the afternoon sun due to the excessive amounts of grease placed into it. "Your a small thing aren'tcha?" Saizo Komiya sneered as he drew closer to the immature witch with every passing minute. "You're not my preference, but since I can't get Moka with that bastard hangin' around, I guess I'll settle for you!" Blazers were shredded and slacks were ripped as Komiya transformed within the dead forest. When Yukari realized her magic would be useless against her adversary, she did the next best thing. She screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
(Yokai Academy)
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The shinobi literally jumped in place, his soul all but shaking his flesh off as if it were naught but a loose fur coat. He turned from his sitting position, looking out into the distance as a large number of ravens the color of darkness itself flew upward, scattering out of fear and whatever else. "Uhh, Moka…? Did you hear that?" Nakaru turned to her awaiting an answer only to find her looking up at the sky absentmindedly, completely oblivious to what was happening. She may have not noticed the occurrence, but he sure as shit was gonna act on his impulse. "Hey Moka." He drew her attention away from darkened sky with his voice as he stood.
"I got something that I gotta go do, but I'll be back. I promise."
She blinked owlishly at him. Then she smiled lightly as she twirled a finger through her bubblegum colored hair. "Okay. I'll be waiting." With that, he took off. Sprinting down the stairs with a look of pure determination within his features as he hopped, skipped, and slid past other disguised students, making haste toward his dorm. Once there, he snatched up a small mint green scroll sitting his nightstand. Flooding his legs with chakra, the jinchuuriki took off like a rocket, the speed demon shooting across the landscape as if it were naught but a natural occurrence to him. Quickly, he opened the scroll, bit his tongue and spat out a glob of precious lifeblood onto the parchment, his pace never slowing all the while. A reasonably large plume of smoke erupted from nowhere and just as quickly as it appeared, the Uzumaki was already fleeing from it.
Standard issue shinobi sandals slapped against the dirt as he pulled a small slip of paper with writing on it from one of the pockets in his forest green flak jacket and slapped it onto one of the many trees he damn near flew by. His legs moved just as freely as his arms and torso from within the comfortable long-sleeved mesh shirt and pants he wore. The clean steel of the tri-pronged kunai hanging from the strong tensiled string around his neck flashed briefly in the afternoon sun as the weapon swayed from side to side due to his running. Tired of its constantly hitting his chest, he grasped it firmly and tugged, ripping the string around his neck and he reared back. He threw it forward as hard as he could, coupled with the power added by his chakra, he watched as it flew, cutting through the air with enough speed that a sonic cone formed around it.
A single hand sign later and he was gone in bright flash of saffron.
(Deeper in the Forest…)
"No! Get away!"
She waved her wand fruitlessly, seeing as the entire top half had been all but crushed, the shards of the crystallized from within still falling soundlessly onto the ground. Saizo closed in, the sizable Orc sneering at her lecherously as his long, slithery tongue lashed around wildly, saliva dripping and splattering all but everywhere. "Ha… ha… Why can I not caught such a tiny thing?! I should've already had my way with you!" He roared at her, causing her tears to flow from the cliffs that were her eyelids, the shiny drops sliding down her cheeks as he backed her up into into a corner. She almost fell outright when she realized he had her pinned against a tree. Her arms shook and her will shattered as she stared at the hulking figure standing over her, her resolve leaving her as Yukari wept to herself. "Screw taking your virginity! I've had enough of you! DIE!" Her psyche died before her body did when he told her to do so as he raised a large fist overhead. She closed her eyes and allowed the damn to break as the tears rolled down her face like a waterfall.
The otherwise skull shattering blow never came.
"URK!"
She flinched once more, expecting her prolonged fate to take claim to her soul, but it never came. Her physical body was utterly unharmed, the witch realized as she opened her eyes. And then she saw it all in slow motion.
"KAMIKAZE!"
An unknown entity all but barreled into her assailant with the force of a freight train and the speed of a falling star. Saizo bent double as the hardened fist plunged into his back, rupturing Komiya's spine. Like a fish out of water, the Orc's body flopped wildly around the fist of the new arrival. Then, while the two were still airborne, she watched in astonishment as bolts of electricity ran through Saizo's body like Usain Bolt at the olympics. Her unknown savior moved forward an inch and then his arm spasmed. The limb shot out like a rocket, launching the yokai off of the cliff behind the young witch. Komiya Saizo was knocked out before he hit the ground.
Yukari stared forward watching as her strangely robed savior walked toward her, his red hair flitting aside as a breeze rolled through just as the strangely shaped knife hanging from his neck dangled carelessly. He bent down before her and wiped her tears, asking her an age old question all the while.
"Are you okay?"
Yukari's cheeks dusted a rose pink as his grey eyes looked deeply into her brown orbs. Then, Uzumaki Nakaru felt something smash into the top of his head and, caught unawares, he fell, his mind whirling. Last thing he saw before he slipped into unconsciousness was a flash of pink.
"Nakaru!"