HAHAHA ^-^" hai… :3 I'm sorry I suck at this job T_T anyway I think this time it was faster than the last update :P oh I need some of your guys's advice, so far would you rate the story T or is it fine rated M? Cause I'm just lost .-. anyway….. ENJOY!
I was breathing in an unsteadying pace and sweating madly. The equipment was doing nothing to help, it felt as though I was being crushed; then again maybe this was just my nerves getting to me. I was up next and it didn't help with the fact that Kiba was gone for a battle now and the two girls had gotten injured I their battles and were currently with Kabuto for medical assistance. To say I was scared would be an understatement, I could hear the other gladiators above us shouting and screaming in pain and that wasn't helping me at all. I clenched my jaw when I heard the audience shout and cheer while two men tried to fight for their lives with no say in it. I looked down at the sword held in a tight grasp in my hands, my knuckles white from the force. 'Don't worry Naru, everything is going to be ok, all you have to do is let me through your conscious.' The vile cold other half in me spoke menacingly. I growled out loud at him, momentarily forgetting I had people around me, and when I realized I had voiced my anger I felt an intense stare on me from the far corner hidden in the shadows.
During my brief training I had come to learn the other gladiators names, so apart from Kiba, there was the pink haired girl whose name was Sakura. The other girl baring light blonde hair with piercing white-blue eyes was Ino, and there were the two remaining guys, one which had his hair tied up in a high pony making him sort of resemble a pineapple, he had dark tanned skin, and was about average height. He carried along a constant lazy gaze and seemed to always be sleeping. And lastly Sasuke who hadn't moved from the shadows or said anything since I got here, so I had no idea what he looked like, but I could always sense a stare on me coming from his general direction.
I ignored him and just kept looking down at my sword while I twirled in on the ground. The crowd upstairs roared in happiness as the fight came to a conclusion, and for a moment I wondered how Kiba was. I wasn't worried in the least, I barely knew him, but he was the person who 'helped' me. The door opened, reveling Iruka who wore a saddened smile on his face, "Naruto, it's your turn." He said simply and started to head out.
My chest tightened considerably and a lump was formed on my throat. I got up as fast the armor would let me and as I was about to walk out of the doors, and unfamiliar voice said, "Good luck idiot." I could almost see the sarcasm dripping from those spoken words. I felt like retorting for some reason, he had said it in such a condescending way that my blood started to boil, but I was too nervous. I was probably going to get myself killed, not that I really care, I have nothing to live for, but human instincts always gets the best of us. So I just spared him an expressionless glance and followed quickly after Iruka.
I was lead through, what seemed to me, a labyrinth. Ever few meters we kept on turning and after a good while of speed walking, we arrived at some big wooden door. My heart beat sped up and adrenaline started to pump through my veins. The double doors started to open slowly and I felt a tight grasp on my shoulder making me jump in surprise.
"Don't be so tense, it makes your movements less fluid." Iruka smiled down at me, and I looked at him with a you-gotta-be-kidding-me expression, I mean I was already slow on reactions thanks to this damn suffocating equipment, but I didn't voice that. His smile soon faltered as light started to filter through the doors. He tightened his hold on my shoulder, then turned away to leave.
I looked in front of me, my eyes that were already used to the darkness, now hurt at the blinding mid-day light. I started to move forward and when I entered the arena I heard the deafening cheering surrounding me. My eyes adjusted quickly and I realized I was in the middle of the fighting ground, the warm afternoon sun embracing me. But I felt that something wasn't right, my conscious told me to get the fuck out of there, it told me something was going to go terribly bad, but on the other hand my subconscious pulsed and my body started to heat up considerably, it made me feel like I belonged there.
"LET THE GAME BEGIN!" a familiar voice shouted from above. I looked at the direction it was coming from, squinting my eyes a bit. There stood the emperor of the Great Roman Empire, Chouji Akimichi. He wasn't a very good looking guy at all, he was fat, although he denied it and said he was just big boned, but we all know otherwise. He had long brown hair. His eyes were small and seemed to always be closed when he was munching on something, which was technically the whole day. I'm serious! Every time I saw him he was always eating something. He was a good emperor though, of all the people I knew and from all the gossip I overheard, I rarely heard any criticism. He was mysterious though, he had come into power suddenly when announced the previous emperor had died. Before the previous emperor's death, nobody had knowledge that he had had a son, and his supposed 'mother' refused to talk about the subject. And despite all this, nobody had spoken against his coronation. And so far since he hadn't done anything worth complaining, nobody said anything about him being the current emperor.
The first time I had met him, he had looked at me with something other than disgust or pity, it sort of felt like his eyes were… comprehensive, and they were telling me that my nightmare was soon going to end. He had been nice to me, and most of the times he would defend me from Orochimaru, saving me from getting hit. He would also from time to time give me food when he noticed I had gone too many days without eating, and when I had burn marks from the leather Orochimaru used on me, he would use medicinal herbs to help ease the pain. Deep down I felt like he wasn't who he claimed to be, I felt like he knew what I was going through, but then again, what do I know? I'm just a sex slave.
With no minutes to spare, as soon as the announcement was made, but gatekeepers opened the gates for the 2 tigers I would be fighting, knocking me out of my little distraction moment. A low moan from the hinges let out alerted me that my moment to shine was nearing.
I felt my body pulse again, and suddenly the sun seemed as though it had gotten 10 times hotter. I fidgeted trying to get into my stance as I saw the two big cats come out of the shadows of their cages. They were ridiculously thin, meaning they hadn't had a proper mean in a long while… this wasn't going to be an easy battle at all with starving tigers. I was halted in the middle of my movement, the armor not allowing me to make another move. I was starting to get frustrated, this whole day going shitty; first of all I still felt the tinge of pain on my backside, although not as intense as in the morning; secondly I was being forced to fight even though I have no training at all, and this fight was for the entertainment of fatasses that I bet would piss their pants if they were ever obligated to be in my place and thirdly I wasn't even able to move in this goddamn armor.
One tiger emitted a loud growl, but the noise didn't reach my ears, the only thing I saw was it's mouth opening and the crowd behind going wild. Seeing this I looked around, everyone was standing with their mouth wide open, fist clenched and above their heads shaking them madly. Yet I could not hear anything at all, only the buzz from the blood coursing through my ears. With slight panic I turned back to the tigers.
As graceful as ever, one of them started to move around me, presumably to surround me. my heart was going a mile an hour, I was scared shitless and it didn't help that Kyuubi was constantly cooing inside my head, insisting I give in to his begs for control of my body.
Most of you are probably wondering what this Kyuubi is, and to be honest I'm not quite sure myself, all I know is that I've had it in me since I was a little boy. It has a mind of it's own and normally only talks to me for useless attempts on getting me to submit to him. I don't even know what he means when he says that, sometime I feel drawn to do as he asks, but the majority of the time I don't even want to know what he plans on doing. He promises me freedom and power, to get people to recognize me and respect me. But to make things simple it's like I have two identities in me.
I didn't notice that one of the tigers had gotten behind me, and in a fast movement, he pounced on me. I hate being caught off guard, and as much as it pains me to admit it, I was caught off guard there. I felt the beasts weight bare down on me with such tremendous force that my body felt dead in it's fall. The collision to the floor was hard and pain, my head bounced with the hard impact on the hot sandy floor. I saw black for a moment, but quickly gathered my bearings. I felt helpless. How the fuck do I get 200 kilo tiger off me?! I struggled, and I must admit I felt pathetic just flailing my arms around. I felt sharp claws dig into my arms, scratch me on my back. He let out a deep growl that went unheard in my deafened ears, and thank the Gods for that. I felt that pulsation go off in me again, and the pain that was shooting around in all directions in my body ceased.
Something in me ordered me to reach down my belt and grab the two daggers, and in a fluid movement I grabbed them and swung them towards the tiger above me. My left hand missed hitting the tiger but my right managed to get enough swing to get him right in the stomach. He jumped off me, and without hesitation I got up onto my feet. I felt woozy and liquid gush down my back and arms. Apparently the armor did little to help in protecting me, but I didn't complain because I felt no pain. I didn't know where I was getting all this fight from, but something told me it wasn't just human instinct. It felt odd… kind of sinister.
My sight was starting to be consumed by darkness. The crowd once wild and moving around me had now been completely consumed by the color black. 'Just accept me child!'Kyuubi's voice this time came out loud and authoritative, and for the first time in years I felt my resistance to declining his offer dwindle.
In a sudden surge of adrenaline and power I dashed towards the wounded tiger. I felt like I had little control over my body. 'What you feel now I can double it if you just let me in.' and to myself I thought, it's not like I have any fighting skills of any sort, so what harm can it really do to embrace said power that at this very moment was keeping me alive? And just like that I gave in to the demands. The little vision I had was completely absorbed into darkness, my already burning body consumed by a fiery sensation and the once constricting feeling of the armor was gone.
I LIED! Not much fighting going on here… but I lost inspiration along the way so if you find some for me please do not feel shy to give me some T_T I desperately need it… AND IS THIS SUMMER HAWT OR WHAT?! JEEZ!