So instead of Konan being the base for all Queen's I've decided to go back to my original idea of having her just be one Queen.
Konoha- Kimmiko
Ame- Konan
Kusa- Ryuzetsu (I feel like a total ass for forgetting her.)
Kiri- Unneeded.
Iwa- Most Likely Kurotsuchi, she's got that whole 'hot tomboy' thing going for her, I can dig it.
Suna- ? Dunno really.
I'm thinking about Shion, just because she has an actual personality, she's like the better, more fleshed out, version of Hinata that I can actually tolerate.
Because fuck Hinata. And the Hyuuga in general, I'm not a fan of the Byakugan or them.
SHARINGAN FOR LIFE!
Start.
It had been four days since the Batarians attacked and four days since Menma got himself a special sword and a brand new strand of DNA to play with, Kisame Hoshigaki had unintentionally given Menma a whole bunch of awesome sea-worthy Zerg, and Menma spent a lot of time 'getting to know' his Queens, one being an actual Queen while the other was more or less his plaything.
Sex was great.
That is what Menma had decided.
He lay in the underground section of the Hive where his room was, he created it since he needed a place to sleep properly rather than just meditate, two sweaty, sticky bodies rested against his own, Menma grinned deviously at the sight of Mei's reddened face, from exertion, and Kimmiko's heaving chest as she greedily tried to suck in enough air to slow her racing heart.
Sex was great.
It was a good thing he 'reforged' them, he really had to fix the problem or the size of his junk, it could quite literally kill someone if he went all the way in, and if you didn't go all the way it wasn't as satisfying, adding the extra elasticity to his ladies skin was a much needed thing.
But there is no rest for the wicked, he had shit to do. Rising from the pair of bodies that were wrapped around him Menma pulled water from the air and swirled it around him, sighing contently as the smell of sex and sweat began to leaving his form, he heard ruffling of cloth and saw Mei and Kimmiko cuddling due to the loss of warmth, their large breasts mashing against one another, "That's awesome." He said taking a mental picture or his lovers, the water dispersed, now. To deal with Itachi.
Itachi's brain had been pretty fun to pick, lots of dirty little secrets, in all honesty he grew to like the guy, he was pretty tough to put up with all the shit life through his way, such as the fact that he had to massacre his whole clan because Hiruzen was a dick and didn't bother with diplomacy or specification. Root out the serpents no need to slaughter the whole clan that was poisoning the young.
Didn't really matter, he got a free Cerebrate out of it, Fu had her little task force of 'lings and Hydra's that were outfitted with the Kikaichu chakra sucking ability, well actually all of the forces in the Swarm had it, but he felt the need to mention Fu's specifically, Itachi was still coming down from his transformation, so he would still be napping for a couple more days.
He was much like Fu, in a complete set of armor made of carapace and chitin, though his was a dark bloody red to Fu's pale grey. Itachi's helmet looked like a European Knight's even the plumage at the back, but just like Menma's and Fu's it could, hopefully, collapse into a hood.
He had wings, Menma had purposely made them black and feathery like a crow's as Itachi, in his youth, was an ANBU captain with a crow mask, and his whole 'dissolve into crows' Genjutsu' shtick.
Menma stretched out and look through the eyes of his copy in Kiri.
Kirigakure.
"Mizukage-sama, is there anything I can help you with?" Asked his assistant a young man with messy dark blue hair, he had dark purple eyes and wore a basic Chuunin's attire, there were currently 100 Academy Students, 40 Gennin, 30 Chuunin, 10 Jounin and a handful of MIST, the Kiri version of ANBU, he brought in over 100 extra's from the remnants of the rebels, a few heartfelt speeches here and there and they were eating out his hands.
"No thank you, Matsu-kun. Feel free to go about your day as you wish." Said Menma's copy, using the form he was going to for his 'human' form, Matsu nodded happily and saluted before vanishing into a Water Shunshin. That was one thing he liked about this lot, they trained well from the second they got into the academy, and most students could perform short ranged Shunshin which was impressive in itself.
He inducted the Clan remnants back into Kiri, there were a handful of Hozuki, 3 Kaguya's who managed to avoid both slaughters, somehow four Terumi's who only had either the Lava or Boil release, none of them had both like Mei, he was amazed to find a hidden alcove of Yuki Clan members, Ice release users.
It angered him, a very insignificant amount to find out that Haku's family was still around yet allowed him/her to be taken to the streets and then have such a pure heart soiled by the life of a shinobi. He could get sentimental but he wouldn't the only reason he bothered to remember Haku is because he/she left an impression upon Menma, she/he was so strongly set into his/her morals, he hadn't seen that in many people before.
'One can only be truly strong, when fighting to protect that which is precious' Corny, highly so, yet held a simplistic beauty that was not lost upon his mind.
The rest all had some interesting little gimmick there was one guy who had red skin and yellow eyes, he could control fire like it was nobodies business, his name was Himaru, he was an orphan apparently and had no last name, Menma asked the man to keep an eye on any children he had to see if there could be a clan coming out of it, Himaru said he'd do as his Mizukage wished.
The guy was nice, and really tall, Menma was 6' 4" this guy was 7' tall. Yeah.
He was tall.
Surprisingly ladies loved him company, each time he would come out of the bar with a different woman on his arm, Menma assumed he had a big dick, the ladies did look kinda slutty, so that could very well be the reason.
Good for him.
Menma's swoop in to control the Mist was actually very easy, he forged a shit-ton of documents after he snuck in to say he was born in Mizu No Kuni, so he could be the Mizukage as a native, and with a few false memories he was Menma Zeruga, of the lost Zergua Clan who died during the Third War. Of course none of that actually existed but to them it did, and that's all that mattered.
The civilians were happy, the Shinobi were happy, and the Bloodliners were really happy. So win-win for him.
Menma's consciousness fell away from the copy and back to his body.
Konoha
Menma nodded, all seemed to be going well, the council that formed after the Mizukage's death was pretty easy to influence, and then rock their power down to mere token things, the only Shinobi they could boss around were Genin everything else had to go through him, well him that was there but still him.
Who knows the whole forged document stuff would never come up and be completely pointless, but ya'know, you never know. Best to be caught with your pants up rather than down. Well...Ok that's a very context sensitive phrase.
"Right now...I need to deal with a few things first...Tsuchi Bushin no Jutsu." Two dozen clones rose from the earth around him, "I want all of you to fan out and start pillaging the various bases Orochimaru has set up, use his memories in coalition with Tayuya's, take a scroll with you in case there are things or bodies that could be added to our Swarm, if you find willing people to join us, or Kiri, bring them here or there respectively." The clones saluted and began vanishing each going into the vault at the back of the healing pools area containing various materials such as weaponry, scrolls, a few sets of armor that he'd picked up, other such things like that.
And then shooting off towards various destinations around Elna.
Menma had business with the Batarian Cruiser, it was a rectangular prism of metal and engines, a pair of mass accelerator cannons at the front and average kinetic barriers lining the armor, he stripped it down and went to work playing around with mass effect technology, he mashed all of the ships accelerators together using the combined knowledge of the whole crew of the Cruiser, which also held one scientist thankfully, so he got a pretty decent idea on how to mess around with M.E tech, Mass Effect, he would have to make the gauss rifle himself, or get one of his clones, which seemed to be the most likely, to do it.
The reason was because kinetic barriers only reflected the damage and velocity of M.E weapons, so really he would have a massive advantage with a non-M.E weapon, side-note, humans existed on Earth, another planet at the opposite side of the galaxy, which was pretty cool.
But if the Alliance thought for a god-damn second that they could touch his humans, he'd fuck them up so hard they'd be back to swords and shields, the Council the resided on the Citadel seemed to be filled with politicians that had so much bias that it made him want to vomit, he couldn't do that but the point still stands, the fact that he thought of all politicians as children waiting to have their heads caved in, did not help.
If they so much as thought about touching his planet, and those he would colonize, war would be the very least of the problems the space-whores, kind-of-awesome steel-bird-men and hyperactive frog-people would face.
He was so being friends with a Krogan, and then he'd cure the shit out of the Genophage after beating it into their heads that their way of going about things was stupid and wrong, that they needed to find another reason besides killing shit all the time, then he'd get a Horde to back up his Swarm.
Fuckin' try it Council.
"Your mood is getting slower sourer, my apprentice. Your inner world has dark clouds gathering because of it." Said Revan, Menma sighed and rubbed his forehead to clear his head, he didn't need to bother with such things as of yet, later.
"Sorry...I'm getting ahead of myself." Just as his Bushin's were coming out of the underground facility Menma pointed to one and gestured it over, "I want you to go and check out that 'Blood Prison' in Kusa, there should be some interesting people there." The Clone nodded and the pair fist-bumped as it vanished.
"Good idea, a lot of crazy fuckers get put there, plenty of bodies no-one will miss." Said Kurama, nodding at the unspoken plan.
"I thought so too." Replied the King tapping his chin in thought, "The Leviathan will take roughly two and a half years to be complete, I've got time to kill off Pein, nab the blue angle, collect a shit-ton of bloodlines..." Menma idly began listing off a few extra things and he began plucking scales off Samehada, the creature-sword purring contently as he fed it chakra to regenerate the scales, it was like brushing a cat except, way weirder.
The scales would add an extra level of defense to his body and would give all of the Swarm a higher level of Chakra absorption, the 'Eezo' in the Batarian's was an interesting thing, it was very, very thin, he apparently got only a small amount out of them, then he found the ships core, holy balls so much blue.
Which was pretty cool for him because it was his second favorite colour, and the dark shade was very similar to his chakra and the tint in his armor, so wins all around. He basically 'ate' Element Zero for a couple days, it made his insides tingle a bit, nothing else really, and he'd probably have to nom-nom some Asari to get anything useful out of it.
On another note.
Omi-tool's were awesome. He pillaged them off the corpses of the Batarian's, and then proceeded to fuck around with them, he didn't like orange, because blue was much cooler, so he recolored the projected material coloration, it was a chore but apparently almost all of the tech from the galaxy could be screwed with if you added eezo.
Combine it witch chakra and bam you got some crazy magic fix-yo-shit substance. He'd have to spend a few weeks getting to know just what the hell he was playing around with but so far it seemed harmless to the Swarm, so that was good.
Samehada was crawling around his torso quite happily nibbling at his armor and taking the chakra he unconsciously emitted, like anyone with an active core, it was like giving off body heat, an involuntary, natural event that occurred without notice or strain.
"Sigh...I should go to Ame, get this sorted out...Really I should...Why aren't I leaving yet..."
"Two things. Firstly, did you just say 'sigh'? And secondly I'm hoping the reason you haven't gone yet is because with Samehada's scales on your armor you'll be able to absorb almost every attack that the Pein-fucker throws at you." Grumbled Kurama.
"Sure. Let's go with that." Said Menma, with a grin on his face.
Aaaand back into the cocoon.
Three Days Later, One Week Since The Batarian Attack.
Menma stood with his entire body coated with smaller yet as ferocious looking Samehada scales. His left arm was decorated especially with an outwards facing line up of scales ready to tear into a mother-fucker that stepped to him, his helmet's 'horns' had changed and now the back of his head was covered with faux spikey hair that was in fact more scales, and his armor was woven with them to create a small honey-comb pattern over the larger portions of carapace.
All in all he looked like a man ready for war.
He'd worked out his human form as well, which he shifted too, all the carapace, the scales, the armor all of it sunk into his skin, his height fell a little as his bones cracked and creaked before knitting back together, a long mane of black spikes settled against his back, weary Sharingan eyes opened up, the Eien Mangekyo shining, the rough diamond was still in place, but Itachi's triple bladed windmill patter sat tightly around the pupil, barely a hares breath away from touching the center of the optical organ.
His clothes quickly folded out of the seals on his body, a loose fitting robe, samurai-like armor chest plate with segmented shoulder-guards and thigh-guards, ANBU styled pants that fell into shin-high black sandals.
He slipped on a pair of black gloves and sighed contently, his hair billowing in the breeze, he nodded to himself, "I do good work." Said the Zerg, "Speaking of, time to get too it." He his clones had brought back spoils unlike any other, research notes, jutsu scrolls, bloodlines and a few willing to give themselves to the Swarm as they had nothing to live for.
There was a woman, Guran whom possessed the Crystal release and was a fine piece of ass, an Uzumaki girl named Karin whom had a rather interesting ability, her chakra was naturally healing and so rich that it channeled into her bloodstream, so whenever someone would bit her, the healing chakra would overload and flow into the person doing so, she also seem to derive a good amount of sexual joy from that.
There was Hozuki Suigetsu, a young man with the ability to become water, Menma asked if he wished to return to Kiri but he declined saying he wanted to collect all the blades of his brothers group, the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, Menma did not, however, inform Suigetsu that he possessed the Kubikiribōchō and the Samehada, no need to ruin the surprise.
And then there was Juugo, a soft-hearted boy with a crazy side, literally, his DNA was mutated to perfect the Cursed Seal that Orochimaru branded others with, he had this odd ability to manipulate his very body with his chakra, Menma was impressed, so impressed in fact that he reforged Juugo without changing anything about him, Menma only wanted the DNA anyway.
Then there was the fact that the King finally got around to contacting Manda, whom tried to eat the Zerg for taking so Jashin damn long to summon him, so unfortunately, Manda was dead. But there was the adorable Manda II, as named by the extremely unimaginative elder snakes, Menma kept him around most of the time trying to shape the future Boss Summon to create a proper partnership, after only three days he'd already grown as big as an average human, his little horns were already growing strong.
He got a Kusanagi blade out of it though, so there was a win, he used Manda's fangs and then condensed them into a long blade, some called it a Masamune, Menma just adopted that name, it was better than Kusanagi anyway.
Menma had his blade sealed into his right forearm, doing another once over he noticed nothing left out of place and vanished into an explosion of blue.
Amegakure.
It was raining, it always did, Menma's senses were constantly being assaulted because the rain was infused with chakra, the city had many high reaching buildings all of which were made of metal, it seemed oddly dreary, somewhat foreboding, the civvies seemed to have an air of happiness but something about it all seemed...
Wrong.
It gave off the distinct vibe that shit wasn't right here, "Why hello there, friend. Come on in outta the rain have yourself a strong drink, you look like you could use it." Said a friendly voice, Menma ducked himself into the small tavern; the man placed a cup on the counter and asked, "What'll ya have?" He was what Menma would call, a 'Jolly Rollie Polly' fellow, he had a big guy and strong looking arms, his face was lined with a well-kept greying beard and the top of his head was covered by a thinning layer of dark grey hair, his dark blue eyes squinted a little due to the size of his smile.
"Whatever you'd recommend, sir. I'll not darken your place of business for long." Said the King, the man merely chuckled and pulled out a bottle, mixing up a small flash of...Something before offering it to the King.
"No darkening abound, friend. Take as long as you need, but I'll admit curiosity, what brings you to Amegakure?" Asked the man, resting on one elbow.
"Just business, swinging by before I continue on the road, such is the fate of a wanderer." Half-lied the Zerg, the man nodded his head, smiling widely once more.
"Ah, to be young again, I myself was a wanderer used to travel around with a group of my closest friends, then we all got old." Said the man, laughing brightly, "We're all spread out around the city in fact, which is good. Always good to have someone who you can count on, eh?" Asked the man.
"My sword is my companion, my summons are my friends. When I return home occasionally, it does a wonder for my mood, I'll admit." May as well commit to this farce if he was going to have it.
"To each is own, friend. Names Kitsuchi Hiro, yourself?" Asked the now named Hiro.
"Tetsu Madara, my parents were impressed by the man's feet." Said Menma, with a small smirk, "Fought alongside the Uchiha Clan a few times during the Clan Wars, my great-grandparents did." Hiro gave a hum as he seemed to think on the story.
"Can't say I know any of my line that go back that far, must be nice to have records, I'm assuming, that go back to the old days." Menma shrugged rapped the bar with his knuckles and threw out a few stray notes before leaving, he didn't even bother taking the drink, he needed to keep his mind focused and it may be poison, he was in enemy territory he reserved the right to be accusatory of everyone around him.
If anything after he killed Pein he could take over Ame anyway, maybe fix up this veritable waist land, seriously nothing could grow because the ground was essentially all mud around the village was just that, mud. A few stray Mokuton jutsu would no doubt fix it up though.
Menma had been so distracted he never noticed that he'd ended up at the stairs of Akatsuki's 'super-secret' base. A being at the front of his senses appeared before him in a flourish of paper, they were in doors now, a large corridor leading upwards behind the materializing form.
It was her, his Queen-to-be. That dark blue hair, his favorite colour, a white origami flower resting above her ear, a small bun at the back while bangs framed her beautiful face, deadly orange eyes that tried to bore into his very soul, only to meet the defense of his dark purple orbs, most of her body was covered by her Akatsuki cloak but he did notice that even though it was slightly baggier than the others he'd seen, it still rather obvious she held a large bust size, her sandals had heels on them, not particularly big ones but he felt the need to note them nonetheless.
"Why have you come…" She asked softly, yet her voice projected across the hallway like it was hooked up to a speaker system.
"I have come to slay your god, destroy the masked fool and protect the planet from otherworldly forces that you, unfortunately, could not comprehend." Stated the Uzumaki, calmly. Konan's eyes narrowed just the slightest, he held up a hand to cease her words, "You know not which you do. To be used by the fake, I truly do not envy you, but there is more at stake here than your false peace and your arrogant god-boy." In a flash of blue light Masamune appeared in his hand, sheathed in a black scabbard, it was roughly 7-8 feet long in total.
"I will stop you." She stated simply, staring defiantly into his eyes.
Menma allowed a small smirk to pull at his lips, "You may try…" Purple bled into red and red was given shapes of black, "…But you have already failed, Tsukuyomi." Three seconds of silence and Konan fell to the floor unconscious, Menma merely hummed as he felt his chakra begin to rapidly refill, "I feel that I should have monologued more, or perhaps purposely drawn out the fight…No, that's wasteful and an Overmind is anything but." Said Menma simply, summoning a clone to take her out of the vicinity and into the local Hive's location.
"Now…To deal with the cripple."
End of Chapter.
Yes, Menma knows where Nagato is due to Zetsu's memories, he could have zipped right in but didn't because then I'd have nothing to write about.
I hope you guys understand why he doesn't take to open combat at the drop of a hat, he's smart enough to know that while he is neigh indestructible, he won't make the same mistake as the previous Overmind and allow the enemy any ground against him, to do so would endanger the Swarm, his Cerebrates and his family.
So when he can he'll be using broken-ass bloodline abilities, just to make this whole process go a bit faster.
Hopefully that quelled some possible RAAAAAGE, and if not.
It's Konan, sorry but I'm not gonna write a fight scene where that gorgeous creature get's cut-the-fuck-up.
Raxychaz!