Hello, I decided to write another story, that I think will do well (even though my other story isn't updated so much). Please support this with reviews or PM's which will all be very appreciated. Not to be a 'review whore' to quote an author, but that will help a lot. Thanks to Michiru-sama, my first reviewer for this story.
-Updated 31/08/2015
"Blah blah, fuck you pinnochio." speech.
'Hmm, when will my money pay me back.' Thoughts.
"Die by impalement on my great sword." BAMF.
"Think he'll give us more money if we kill the girl?" Talking in the Background.
They had just started the ninja academy. A blonde haired young boy just enrolled in the third week joined the class and was put beside a dark haired, round faced child. The blonde introduced himself by shouting his name and proclaiming he was going to be just like his 'jiji'. The dark haired child smiled at the blonde as he sat down, introducing himself as one of the elites of the most powerful clan in Konoha. "Lets be friends, k?" "All right, Sasuke." replied the blonde, grinning an ear to ear grin.
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As they got older, specifically at the blonde's eighth birthday, the dark haired Sasuke's older brother killed off the entire clan and made his little brother re-live the entire thing in his mind through the power of their blood red ancestral eye. Sasuke got colder every single year, until he became an empty shell -a shadow of his former self- who based his entire existence around vengeance on a psychotic older brother. In his quest for vengeance, he gave up all ties with friends and his village, seeking out a perverse traitor to call Master, even offering up his form for experiments to boost his strength in order to defeat his brother. He later did defeat said brother but at the cost of what was left of his humanity. He became a monster, a mindless beast who followed the every command of the traitorous snake inhabiting his body, going far enough to wipe out entire clans and a number of minor villages. Konoha later set in their sights, leading them to order an incursion on the village that brought them up.
Konoha was devastated; its peoples killed, maimed or kidnapped for used as test subjects, in spite of the way they all fought, the blonde haired boy-now-teen/resident sage amongst the purposed test subjects.
The blonde was the hardest to capture, as he was one of the strongest ninjas in Konoha itself, but he still succumbed to the iron grasp of the oily snake possessed Sasuke. The Konohans which were abducted were used in inhumane cellular experimentation; none surviving the process of trial and error. Upon seeing this, the blonde fought against his manacles, raving and huffing in futility against chains strong enough to withstand direct blows from the toad chief summon Gamabunta. Left as the only human Konohan, forgotten only because of how deep in the Blonde was buried. Starving, having not eaten for weeks on end, and his titanium will reduced to a fraction of itself, he would play dead until a rodent of large annelid of insect would close in within reach, then he would snag it with his teeth, hands, tongue_ anything the the slack in the chains would allow him to use. He would then concentrate heavy amounts of his chakra as a boost for his system to accept the new class of food it was being introduced to; it was working, because he could think clearer, over the constant pain he was in, whenever he ate his energised meals. He was dozing off, when his most hated enemy stepped into his cell. He was indescribably happy as he was let down from the chains, but it quickly turned to horror once Orochimaru, the mad scientist, strapped him down to a table, then without any sort of anaesthetic cut out Naruto's
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He had been noticing that the light in the cell was almost non-existent, and the insects that had been coming in after his last sleep cycle were a bit different; they were bigger, tougher, faster, harder to bite into but filled him up faster and energised him. So much so that a few weeks later- he thought it was a few weeks- he was able to rid himself of his now rusted manacles with nothing but steady, dexterous fingers and the extra hard exoskeletons of the carcasses of his diet. He had now found various ways to use his chakra, be it enhancing body parts, healing minor scrapes to gashes with his food as test subjects, everything you could think of. Breaking out of his cell was an entirely different thing though, as it was made of several feet thick hewn out rock and earthen minerals. He could not properly remember why he was here, only that this had been his home for a long time, and that a friend he needed to rescue put him here, also something about a naughty reptile.
Deciding to worry about it later, he went to sleep, curled up in his tattered remnants of clothes, his now large pupils and pale smooth skin stretched over a lanky frame with hair that would sweep the floor if he stood serving as a blanket, humming a tune that he had long forgotten the lyrics to, only that it made him remember a mountain surrounded by trees and black dots blipping about it.
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The next time he woke, he felt sluggish and stiff. He climbed out of the depression he had been sleeping in. Spending about an hour stretching sore muscles and joints. His hair was a bit lighter than he remembered, and when he tried to shake the dirt out of the sea of hair he now owned he noticed he had thick nails that were a dark brown and extended about two inches from the tips of his fingers. He noticed something poking out of the ground, surrounded by something shiny coming from the ceiling of the other room beside his home. He scrambled to see what it was, and in doing so, incidentally knocked down the feet thick partition in his haste, not even noticing that he was now technically free from his prison for the first time in a long time, in a flurry of long pale yellow hair. He suddenly hissed and scampered back into the shade because of a harsh pain that shot through his eyes immediately he passed into the shiny thing.
Shaking his head to clear the pain away and regain his vision, he dashed out again and got a worse result this time, as the pain was so intense. He fell to the ground clutching his eyes and moaning in a broken soft voice for several minutes. When he regained control, and the pain ceased, he felt out the ground, surprised to be able to `see` the surrounding area with unbelievable clarity in his minds eye.
Expounding on this new found `sight`, the blonde started exploring the changed landscape with his eyes closed, and his long mane of hair sweeping the grassy hills, his reintroduction to the outside world experienced with child like curiosity. With his pale skin, and long hair, nails and high rounded cheekbones, he looked like a beautiful Noble out on a stroll in the countryside. Tattered clothes aside. Hearing something rather than his own breathing and the skittering of bugs that he ate, he revelled in the sound of nature around him.
A newly minted foot soldier of Cobra-sama, Juushiro was his name, made his way along, patrolling the sector of the district he was allotted in his weekly roster. As he hopped along the tree branches, taking his time so as to enjoy the view that this kilometre large greenhouse provided; the fresh air was good from time to time. As he hopped along, he engaged himself in his favourite pastime; mentally debating what life meant and the purpose of existence. He was broken from his mental inquisition when he spotted a large pool of moving hair that shone a dazzling yellow-white colour. He sped up, fingering his custom ordered four foot blade with holster and emblazoned dragons on its scabbard, after all, the condition of a man's sword (length included) said much about him, at least that was what his S.O said, although the way he smiled when he said so... but Juushiro still felt badass whenever he removed the blade from the mouth of its sheath.
He landed at the edge of the foot path that cut right through the copse of trees, his sturdy foot-wear cushioning the landing. Putting a foot forward, he addressed the platinum blonde-haired beauty queen.
"Hold it right there. Identification and reason for trespassing is to be issued to me." He calmly spoke out to the lovely, tall, skinny lady of no older than twenty who had stopped when he landed, her small B-cups wobbling slightly as she tilted her head to the side with her eyes closed, but the strange thing was that her head followed his movements from her left side as he moved in front of her. She stood there, well over a foot towering above him, which was saying something, as he stood five foot eight. He repeated his query to her, but instead of responding like he hoped, she stretched her long legs to move in his direction. Cautious, Juushiro stepped back, clad as she was in her black short-sleeved midriff baring blouse and orange short-shorts; she could pass for a more eccentric higher ranked officer. But as she bore no ring denoting such, geared himself, in case of a confrontation.
"Stop. Do not move. You are being warned, stand down denizen." His repeated warnings fell on deaf ears, as the beautiful female kept coming at him with her eyes closed, her slender arms now extended with a bluish, filmy haze around her extended palm which was extended toward him as if in a trance, her slim pink tongue darting out as if tasting a treat. She shivered, moaning a little, then started progressing toward him. Backing away did not work as she followed him, even with her eyes closed, freaking the stuffing out of him. Steeling himself, he stood his ground and drew his sword (it had a badass 'ssshiing' sound) and slashed against her, purposely missing her by a few inches. She stopped for a micro second and continued to him, making him slash out at her outstretched arm, resulting in a loud clang which threw him a few feet away. She stopped immediately, clutching her slashed arm to herself while baring her teeth towards him in anger, her other arm generated in a green haze which seemed to calm her down. She stretched out her arm, examining it and seemed to forget that he was there, which he intended to make her pay dearly for.
He leapt skyward, intending to behead her, or at least incapacitate her, what he did not count on was her jerking her head in his direction when he was a few feet away from her, before she lashed out with a fist to his sternum, knocking the wind out of his sails, before she spun around and her `injured` hand flicked out and grabbed his dazed body with his head. He felt a strong pulling sensation, before he knew no more he glimpsed a sharp toothed smile on his killer's beautiful face. His lifeless body dropped to the ground by an ancient being who continued on as if what just happened was a normal occurrence, as the body lay there to rot on the roadside.
Half a day later, Juushiro's replacement would stumble across his dessicated body which was missing their standard armour and his 'baby', the sword he carried around and bragged about.
