Beautiful, Lethal, Ten Years Old
Written By: SilentAnonymity
Dedicated to Sakiku, Orodruin, and Novocain
Chapter 10: Revelations
Chapter dedicated to Group 1 (AU-H Camp 2013), Kuro the FallenWolf, Tanoshi Kodomatchi, and Sora Nadeshiko
Hi.
So I've been at leadership/church camp thing for the past four days so I couldn't update...That explains my absence. It was awesomely fun. :D Yeah Group 1 for the win! (Top for almost everything, if not, second. ^-^)
Moving on.
It has been a long and fucked up journey. I don't know if I want to add another chapter after this...what do you think? If anyone spots any sort of plot hole, then let me know 'cause I'll fix it.
I kind of wanted all the kids to die, but then I realised that the story would really be too much, so I kind of just let this happen. heh.
And yes, Kakashi thought it was a pillow.
I'm also thinking of making a sequel that consists of a seduction mission while Kakashi is in ANBU...let me know if you guys want one! (Especially since I don't have a particularly defined idea yet...I'll need the motivation)
Please enjoy!
He had felt the sudden surge and detected the white crackling of his student's chakra signature. The ninken hadn't made their appearance yet, so he wouldn't be able to assist the fray ahead. He was worried. When he finally felt the presence of animal signatures, he body flickered away.
The leaves rustled in his wake.
Minato landed in the midst of battle, kunai out as he parried the enemy's attack. Metal clashed on metal, Pakkun a little ways away, defending his master to the best of his abilities, the other ninken fighting on various fronts.
"And another loser joins the battle," the man said, as Minato landed lightly in front of his student, "Come to pick up the little backstabbing cock sucker? You know, I was the first one to fuck him-" A whoosh. A flash of yellow. The clink of a kunai. A sweat drop. "I-impossible...There were rumours, but I never thought that...you-you're..."
Aki fell to the ground.
"That was for my student." He said quietly.
The battle lasted for ten minutes. Towards the end, the men realised what was going on and began to put up a better fight.
When the last body fell to the ground, Minato created a clone.
The original went with Pakkun towards the building and through the shattered window. The pungent smell of sake and sex filled his senses, making him falter slightly. Obvious signs of battle was strewn across the room. Outside in the hall, Minato saw a man whose skull had been crushed; burn injuries, and still fresh wounds, gleaming on his facedown body on the ground. He reasoned that this was probably the man who was in charge of the whole kidnapping business, seeing as Kakashi specifically made sure he was dead. The horrifics and specifics would be dealt with later.
He steeled himself once more and continued to walk.
His trail led him to a dining hall, where men were slumped over the tables, dead. The smell of nicotine hung thinly in the air, masked by the strong scent of abuse and rape.
A little steel door led him to a kitchen. His stomach dropped at the sight.
He knew of the horrors of war, of innocent children watching their parents being slaughtered in front of them. He knew of children being killed, "Put out of their misery." He knew that times could be tough, but never, had he ever, seen anyone resort to such crude methods of sustenance. Especially not in a willing situation, where there was a choice and they clearly weren't starving.
He walked up to the limbless bodies of the six year old girls and ten year old male on the metal counter and closed their eyelids over white, unseeing, dead, eyes. He inwardly thanked kami, or whatever other god was out there, that Kakashi hadn't been subject to becoming someone's meal. He didn't know what else would have happened if he hadn't placed a Shunshin seal on Pakkun's back.
Horror glaring fresh in his mind, Minato pushed on, Pakkun visibly disturbed at his side.
Children.
Almost a hundred, in little plastic cubicles stacked on top of each other.
He felt like he was walking in a prison, a pet store, but thinking back to the bodies in the kitchen, it was worse.
He was walking through a slaughterhouse- a whorehouse.
Full of children.
What made it worse was the obvious signs of abuse that the little boys bore: bruises, cuts, bite marks, scared, bedraggled looks, and almost malnourished frames. Contrary to the males, the females were forcibly fattened, they bore no signs of physical abuse, but their scared looks could rival any one of the males'. Later, he'd discover that the females had to watch their fellow prisoners have their limbs chopped off before being shipped to the kitchen. There was not one wrist that wasn't red and scarred from being roughly tied with rope.
What frightened Minato even more, were the terrified looks that children gave him as he approached their little boxes.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he approached one of the males. The boy recoiled into his compartment, covering himself with a thin, blue blanket, trying to shut Minato out as much as he could.
"I'm a shinobi from Konoha, I'm here to set you all free."
It was even more terrifying to see the children all hold out their wrists when Minato turned to lead them out. They expected to be tied together.
"There's no need for that," Minato said softly, "We're meeting another team a little further on the outskirts of the land, so we'll need to be quick, but quiet. Please follow me. If anything happens, make sure you stay close to me or one of the dogs," he gestured to Kakashi's ninken, who were positioned around the children.
The children looked surprised, but disbelief and joy overwhelmed their little features and they all followed the strange blonde man away from their weeks of oppression (none of them stayed alive long enough to be there a year).
The clone gingerly picked up the curled form of his student- a ten year old child clutching a stuffed dog. He knew he was young, but it was easily forgotten when the silver-haired child killed so willingly.
Maybe it wasn't so willing.
He looked very small- even more so while he was tightly hugging the stuffed dog and wearing the ill-fitting, over-sized yukata, both of which did nothing to make his student look any older. His face was contorted in a painful, fevered sleep, a thin sheet of sweat on his very pale skin. His shock at Kakashi's response to being told that sex was just another tool, the year previous, was nothing compared to his shock now.
His shock that Kakashi really had taken his words to heart.
He had done some basic first aid on the cuts and fractured bones, but he didn't have an antidote for the poison. If they didn't return to the village soon, Kakashi would die.
The journey to meet the team ahead felt longer than it really was. Minato wanted to go faster, but the children would not be able to keep up.
"Who is that?" A girl asked politely, voice barely a whisper. She had dark red hair and looked two years older than Kakashi.
"He's my student," Minato said quietly, looking sadly at the little, unconscious, silver-haired child in his arms.
"I hope he'll be alright. I didn't know him all that well, but he was...with me when we got here, until we got split off."
"I see..."
"I also want to thank him and you as well."
Minato nodded his appreciation and looked ahead, wondering what kind of world they lived in and when he had accepted that cuts and bruises and lacerations were normal on a child- Kakashi. And as the second team came into view, Minato tried.
He tried to ignore how wrong it was to see a ten year old- his ten year old student covered in bite marks and semen.
He really did.
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