Hey, this is deepermeaningbs16 talking (obviously)
I kinda got hooked on Naruto when I moved to college and binged watched it for god knows how long. Tayuya caught my eye as an interesting and overlooked character with a great amount of freedom to work with when it came to her background, not to mention I just love her character. I decided to write this fanfic to give her more depth, and as a nice change from the typical fanfics involving her (you know what I mean).
I'm finishing this story regardless but if you do read this story, pleassseeeee post a review and say your thoughts on it, good or bad. I don't care, I just love feedback. :)))
Of course I don't own Naruto, otherwise I wouldn't be worried about college debt
"A proper shinobi is not one to fucking cry!?" And yet, that was the only thing that Tayuya had found herself capable of doing at the moment. Curse her emotions getting the better of her at this moment, she was Tayuya Nomu, elite member of the Sound Five (now Four) and protector of Lord Orochimaru. But when she looks down at her now wet and slippery hands, glistened with sweat and tears, she can not help but reflect back to her past life, before Orochimaru and before her curse mark, all the memories that come flooding back just with one glimpse at her former Kiri-marked forehead protector. "Yomashi…"
"Enough, shithead! Get a grip of yourself! You leave in just a couple hours to go pick up that Uchiha kid or whatever he is called."
It does not work. After all, how could it possibly work? You do not easily forget such novel things like the person who helped you believe yourself, your first kiss, partner, or the one that you loved. That is why she had left Kirigakure then, and that is why she is where she was now. "Fuck, I am a lostcause." Tayuya said in exasperation, throwing her hands up and falling back on her small bed. Still incapable of shaking awaythe memories, Tayuya fell into an uneasy sleep.
It was a typically misty and humid day in Kirigakure, the air just thick enough that it was hard to look off into a considerable distance, but it qualified as an otherwise "sunnier" in this sad, corrupt, violent piece of shit for a village. Tayuya continued to wander in her own thoughts as she aimlessly stabbed the tree she was leaning against with her kunai. She hated everyone in her graduating class; None of them were worth the dirt on the ground. Tayuya viewed them all as spoiled, pompous brats who had lived the easy life, given that most if not all of them came from the upper two classes of the caste system, and were oblivious to the treacherous acts being committed not only within the village but across the entire nation at the moment. Sure, she was only eleven years old, but she had heard stories from her grandpa as well as passing shinobi around the village. The Kaguya clan had just infiltrated and attacked the village a couple weeks prior, slaughtering many innocent people during the process. It was all for naught though, as the entire clan was wiped out by the overwhelming Kiri forces that they were met with shortly after gaining the upperhand. "Idiots." Tayuya thought, but she had lucked out. Her grandfather, a respected shinobi, had returned from the battle unscathed.
Not that Tayuya could care less, her grandpa was an asshole. He was a drunkard who enjoyed gambling and fucking women, often throwing her in the closet or sending her outside if he brought a woman back home that night. But she put up with it. Tayuya knew she had a pretty decent life as a second caste family member. She could have been much worse off... and it was at that moment that Tayuya took notice of what was a small circle forming just a few feet away from her.
It was a group of older kids, presumably Gennin considering that they all were sporting new headbands (It was graduation day for the eldest). About four or five of them were in a rough circle, and they all were grinning stupidly, spitting out sneer and insulting remarks to someone sorry loser in the middle. They were kicking and throwing rocks at the aforementioned person, showing little mercy. This angered Tayuya, she could not give less of a fuck about the business of other people, but she hated to watch anyone get bullied so relentlessly.
Angry and self-confident as always, Tayuya stood up from the foot of her tree and walked over to the small crowd as pulled her kunai out from the tree.
"Hey guys!" she half shouted. They either did not hear her or ignored her as the gennin carried on attacking the bum. They shouted things like "freakshow", "monster", "weirdo", and "traitor".
"Fuckheads, I said HEY!" She screamed when she had finally closed the distance between her and the closest gennin. All of the ninjas turned to her in unison. "Showtime." Tayuya thought to herself. "That's more like it, shit-for-brains. You guys bothering me with all the ruckus you are making. If you don't mind, could you shut-the-fuck-up please?" she said confidently, straightening her back in act of bravado.
The boys were unimpressed. "This brat has quite a mouth. More so than this freak."
"Let's mess her up too. What is she gonna do, huh? Cry to her mommy?"
"Back off!" Tayuya yelled. She immediately pulled out her flute and blew into it. The screeching tone she commanded stopped the boys in their tracks, gripping their ears in agony. She then threw her kunai such that it knocked the headband off of the leader of the kids, the protector dropping onto the ground. "NOW GET LOST BEFORE I HURT YOU!" she screamed one more time, instigating the gennin to leave in haste, whining like the swine they were. Tayuya looked on in satisfaction with herself.
It was at that moment that the victim of the malicious attack sat up from the ground. Tayuya recognized the boy. He was, if she wasn't mistaken, in her graduation class. He looked tall for his age, maybe even the height of the boys who had attacked him. He sported spiky black hair that leaned off to the side, and deep green eyes. Under each of his eyes were a strange mark (^ this for lack of a better way to describe it). His clothes were in tatters, having been kicked and beaten for an extensive length. Indeed, Tayuya knew nothing of the boy except that he was of the lowest class in the caste system, and that he never spoke in class.
Tayuya turned to him, looking down with a scowl "I recognize you. You're that quiet kid in all of my classes. I guess now I know way." "humph. What a weakling, not even bothering to stand up and fight for himself." "You better learn how to fight for yourself, I won't help you next time." and on that note, she left.
Life carried on as usual, before a peculiar moment roughly a week later. Tayuya had just finished class for the day and was on her way out when she bumped into that boy again. He had been walking in the other direction, which was strange seeing as school was over and the exit was in the other direction, and put his hand in front of her.
"What. are. You. doing?" she asked, temper quickly wearing thin. She didn't have time for his nonsense.
He just looked down at the ground. It was at this point that Tayuya finally was aware of just how tall the boy was, more than a head taller than her. Along with that, he was now wearing a chainmail shirt with black shorts, and seemingly his entire body was covered in bandages. "Strange."
" I just wanted to say thank you...Tayuya." the boy mumbled his words together.
"For what?"
"For what you did. Last week. No one had ever stopped them before." He said calmly
"Look, buddy. Just remember we aren't friends ok? I just hate being disturbed while thinking. And how do you know my name, huh? Are you stalking me?!" Tayuya said, quickly growing angry at the thought.
"No, no, I'm sorry. It's just...well...you're very loud in class. Like all the time." The tall kid said, eyes still stuck on the floor. "What a coward. Can't even look at me in the eye to say it."
"Well I guess that would make sense, what's your name anyway?" Tayuya inquired.
"Yomashi…Yuki. My name'sYomashi Yuki." He whispered, almost afraid someone would hear. This guy was giving Tayuya some creepy vibes, and she didn't intend on sticking around. "Well so longYomashi, I better be going!" she said as she quickly moved around the kid and hastily walked out of the building, but not before glimpsing behind to look atYomashi, now accompanied by a stern looking Jonin.
After that, several things changed for Tayuya and her daily routine at school. The Yomashi boy, who up to this point sat in the back of the room by himself everyday, now moved next to Tayuya in a previously vacant seat in the middle of the classroom. Nobody at bothered to sit next to her before, out of fear of what she may have done in retaliation. Tayuya had already garnered a reputation for being very loud, insulting, and temperamental in class, and as a result Tayuya had singled herself out in the class. Not that she would ever dare to admit, but it was a slightly warming and touching that the quiet boy had muscled up the courage to sit next to her. What didn't change though was the fact that Yomashi still never spoke in class, much less to her, and Tayuya figured that he probably sat up in class just to pay attention better. The kid was always focused in class, with his eyes rarely moving away from the front of the class; It was almost as if he were analyzing the chalkboard itself.
Over the coming months, Tayuya came to find tranquility in the calm nature of her classmate, feeling a strange sensation in her for the first time. She wondered if this was what having a friend must've felt like. She had never had one before after all for rather obvious reasons. The two slowly began to exchange in small talk; nothing big or important, just simple greetings and questions, such as 'how are you doing' or 'was there any homework for today?' Tayuya quickly became aware that Yomashi preferred to be referred to as 'Yomo' for whatever reason (He refused to explain further when Tayuya had asked why).
And that was how things went for a while. A long while. During that time,Yomo and Tayuya became friends, maybe not close friends, but acquaintances in the least. They had no one else but each other after all, the Hotheaded Redhead and the Stoic Statue. Tayuya found many things strange aboutYomo though. For one, he always stayed after school, meeting up with shinobi in the empty hallways after class, though he never explained why, and he still got bullied regularly. Tayuya would always watch from the distance, why should she take part in other people's affairs, especially considering thatYomo never once asked forhelp of any kind or even acknowledged it as an issue. Tayuya wondered what the older kids must've known that she didn't know. The teachers never bothered to break it up, believing that only worthy shinobi would be brave and strong enough to fend for themselves. So she believed them, andeverytimeYomo walked into class with a new bruise or cut, Tayuya never inquired. They both already knew.
One day though, maybe a year and a half later, Tayuya was back at the same spot where she had been when she first saved Yomo. She was picking at the ground below her with her kunai, upset with not only herself but the whole world in general. Tayuya's favorite hobby was easily playing her flute. It was the one time she ever felt calm and collected, and she would always feel better after playing it, regardless of the situation. It was often how she consoled herself whenever she sat in the closet, waiting for grandpa to finish up with his whore, or she would play it when she sat alone during her Kunoichi classes, deemed too rough and 'manly' to hang out with the other girls in their class as they gossiped, laughed, and did as stupid girls do. They all talked about which boys they had crushes on or who got asked out by whom, the sort of fucking ridiculous shit that thirteen year old girls spoke about.
"What's the matter, Tayuya-chan?" Tayuya broke out of her trance, ready to berate the person who referred to her as "chan" before stopping in her tracks, realizing it was Yomo. "Are you worried about the Graduation exams in a couple weeks?" he asked, genuinely concern in his eyes as Tayuya felt her stomach grow warm.
"No, nothing. I'm okay Yomo."
"I know when you're lying. You're a horrible liar." he stated back, calm as usual.
"Well you're fucking wrong this time, cuz they is absolutely nothing wrong with me. Maybe try looking in the mirror sometime asswipe!" Tayuya shouted back, feeling insecure and exposed by Yomo's ever piercing eyes. Yomo simply waited silently before taking a seat next to her on the ground.
"I'm...sorry." Tayuya whispered, sorrow in her voice. "I'm just not doing that well right now."
"What happened?" Yomo waited.
"It-it's just that my grandpa came home drunk yesterday. He was mad about something and lashed out on me….But the worse part was that he took my flute and threw it in the fire. It's my most prized possession." she finished, her voice all but a hush in the wind now.
"Oh." Yomo replied.
"Yeah." And they just sat there for awhile afterwards, but Tayuya appreciated the soothing presence of Yomo sitting there next to her, almost comforting her with his mere presence alone. Not that she would be caught dead admitting that, but it felt nice to have a friend for once. Tayuya wondered if Yomo thought the same of her.
She got her answer the next day.
As Yomo walked into class and took his usual seat next to her, Tayuya noticed that her classmate had placed a long, crystal clear and smooth flute in front of her. Tayuya looked at Yomo in disbelief "how di-"
"Nope, don't say anything of it." Yomo smirked as he put a finger in the air to silence Tayuya. "It's what friends do for each other no?" Tayuya nodded in reply, smiling to cover her blushes "Thanks, shithead."
"No problem, Tayuya-chan." Tayuya could almost sense the grin on Yomo's face.
"Dumbass."
The day of the graduation exams was a joyous one, for Tayuya at least. She had passed the Gennin exam amongst the top of her class and was now a certified shinobi of Kiri. Her 'best' friend (well only friend to be fair) Yomo had also passed, though more along the middle of the pack than her. The three-man teams for the Chunin Exams would be announced the day after tomorrow, and Tayuya was confident that she could gain promotion regardless of who she matched with.
As a form of celebration, Tayuya had decided to go out and have a little fun in the village. She had offered Yomo to come with her, but he declined, citing that he 'was busy'. Tayuya expected no less, as he was often 'busy' with whatever it was he did in his spare time. That "strange" vibe never quite left him. Tayuya had gone to a local tavern/dance club, and for several hours she enjoyed herself; she drank, a lot, and talked aimlessly with random people who would stop by for a chat, often times some thirsty guy who wanted no more than a one night stand. But Tayuya didn't care, she had decided to dress up, and she had to admit, it felt good to be receiving this much attention from the opposite sex for once. After about three hours and way too many drinks of sake, Tayuya got up and headed for home.
Kirigakure at night was not a safe place. Yakuza and gang members were out and prostitutes were running numbers as well. So it just had to happen, with luck like Tayuya's, that she caught the attention of the wrong group of people during her walk. As soon as she walked them, one guy from the previously pre-occupied crowd said "Hey shortie, you look mighty familiar!"
"Piss off!" was the only response Tayuya could think of. That didn't make matters any better though, as the entire group of guys walked up with her and encircled her.
"Hey, yeah! You're that girl from way back when who told us to get lost! You knocked my headband off and cracked it, you know that?" This was followed by the other guys in the group grunting in agreement. "I promised I was gonna get back at you one day. And here you are now. But I don't quite remember you looking this fine." Whistles and other calls followed as the main douchebag now walked around Tayuya in a circle. "Did you know I'm a Chunin now? Pretty cool, right?" at which point he smacked her ass. Tayuya turned to attack him but was grabbed by two other guys behind her.
"You fucking cunt! I'll rip your balls off for that!" Tayuya exclaimed angrily.
"No. I don't think so." the guy then lined up and punched her square in the gut, making Tayuya gasp for air. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna let me and each of my boys fuck you. Hard. As a form of apology for all those years back. That's the easy way. The hard way has the same result as the previous one, but we beat the shit out of you first, and then we fuck you harder." The douchebag said as he grabbed my face with one hand and my breast with the other. "So which will it be, the easy way or the hard way? Your choice."
"Fuck. off." Tayuya said with all my might before spitting in his eye, praying that this nightmare would end if she feigned confidence once more. Tears began to tug at her eyes.
Getting back up, the douchebag slowly pulled out a kunai and said angrily "Guess it's the hard way with you huh?"
For the next several minutes, Tayuya fought for her life. She struggled with all her might to resist the gang of men, but they quickly overpowered her, beating her efficiently and ruthlessly, and stripped her of her clothes, earning more cat calls and whistles.
"Look at the body on this one!"
"Nice curves for such a loud bitch."
"I can't wait to get in that."
Tayuya saw that they had moved her out of the side street they were originally in and into an even shadier alleyway, invisible to those walking by. Stripped to her thong and bra, Tayuya couldn't get herself to stand up, and quickly realized the inevitable actions that were to follow. One tear fell from her face as the main douchebag crouched down to her and pulled her by her hair "Hope you enjoy this. This will hurt a lot!"
"What are you guys up to?" spoke someone from further down the alley.
At the sound of the new voice, all the guys turned to see who had spoken. It was Yomo.
"Hey, would you look at that, it's the freak show! Looks like we have a reunion on our hands." said the douchebag again, dropping Tayuya and walk towards Yomo. "I was never afraid of monsters anyway."
"Let's kill him and do the village a favor." said another douchebag.
"Yeah, it's not like he knows how to put up a fight from all those ass whoopings we gave him."
The main douchebag looked around and grinned smugly before speaking "Any last words, traitor?"
Tayuya closed her eyes in anguish. Things couldn't be worse even if she tried. These sacks of shit for ninjas were older and stronger than her, let alone Yomo. No way Yomo could put up a fight with a chunin level shinobi. "Please stop, go away dumbass…" Tayuya pleaded, hoping Yomo would hear her out. This prompted the douchebags to laugh hysterically. "You hear that, freakshow, even the bitch knows you're as good as dead."
"Is that...so." Yomo replied, tone steely calm. Almost too calm. "Because I'm pretty sure that it'll your bodies they found here tomorrow."
"Cocky all of sudden aren't you? The things guys do for women." said the main douche again before chuckling.
"You're absolutely right." Tayuya heard knives get unsheathed, and closed her eyes even harder as she couldn't bare to witness her only friend die at the hands of these people.
A second later, gasps were made. Then, chaos broke out. A mix of slashing along with screams and cries in agony rang off the alley walls, as Tayuya felt blood splatter all over her body. In just a few seconds, it was silent again. And once again, Tayuya felt a hand on her hip, to which she tensed her whole body too, eyes still shut.
"Tayuya, it's me, Yomo. Are you okay?" Tayuya opened her eyes to see Yomo crouched beside her, completely unscathed. She nodded unsure of herself and in disbelief of the scene around her.
"Don't worry, it's ok now. Nobody's gonna hurt you." Yomo said soothingly as he picked Tayuya up bridal style and jumped up to the nearest roof before heading somewhere with her. As Tayuya looked over Yomo's shoulder, she saw the gory and horrific scene in the alley: dismembered limbs, guts hanging out, and blood was everywhere. How did Yomo….
AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! PART 1!