A/N Well, back for more I suppose. While I was writing this, I was listening to awesome music so I felt a wave of inspiration hit me and boom, here it is. Also, it will introduce a new character into the story as well, one I personally enjoyed creating, since he/she will provide a later role in the story's finale.
I will also say that I will start to include some more elements derived from Naruto Shippuden the Movie 6 - Road to Ninja, just to say it now.
Jutsu Translations at bottom
Chapter 11 - The Hunter
The trees rustled and shook as the individual took flight from branch to branch, obviously running from something pursuing him, and he was doing so with great speed and fear in his eyes. Something incredibly terrifying and dangerous was after him, and he sure as hell did not want to be killed. Around his head he wore a slashed Kiri headband, and around his shoulder was a bag of scrolls and weapons.
He was a rogue shinobi from Kirigakure, and only one type of shinobi would be going after an individual such as him.
A Hunter-Nin, a special class of ANBU that hunt down and kill and defector from Kiri with extreme prejudice.
Meanwhile, Menma was taking a casual stroll down a dirt road on one of the many islands that made up Water Country in his trek for Kirigakure, his empty sleeve that used to be occupied by his lost arm blowing softly to the right in the breeze.
"If I knew better, I wouldn't be walking so blatantly around in plain sight, but thankfully my identity still remains a mystery. The only people that saw me are either injured or dead." he thought as just for precautionary measures, he was holding a kunai backhanded in his other hand, ready for anything that could come at him.
Suddenly a man flew out from the trees to his left and barreled right past him, pushing past him quite forcefully and uttering out a "Get the hell outta my way!"
Menma watched him run for a few more seconds until instantly the man was entangled by multiple vines and roots emerging out of the earth, trapping him so he could approach him.
"No one pushes past me without a reason…" said Menma venomously as he walked around to face the man.
"Hey, let me g! You don't know what you're doing to me!"
"Hold on, calm down. I just want to know why you pushed past me so rudely." said Menma calmly while the man continued to freak out.
Then he noticed the slashed headband he wore and instantly knew why he was so terrified.
"Oh...I see it now...you're being hunted by Hunter-Nin."
"Not just any Hunter-Nin...it's the Hunter!" sputtered the man as sweat began to pour down his face in growing terror, his head whipping back in forth in anxiousness.
"The Hunter? Who is this quaint individual?" questioned Menma before he tightened the roots around the man's throat, making him cough a sputter as it became harder to breath.
"He's the most fearsome and gruesome of all the Hunter-Nins in Kiri! He ruthlessly pursues anyone who defects and brutally kills them! All he brings back to signify their death is their head!" said the man through gasps, Menma smirking a little at the description of this "Hunter".
"Well this Hunter sounds positively wonderful to me. How about we wait for him then, hm?" grinned Menma as he tightened his grip on the man, who was freaking out by now, absolutely horrified by the proclamation.
He was struggling ever so greatly to break free, but it was futile.
After a short thirty seconds of waiting, several blurs appeared from the tree tops and surrounded them, appearing to be four masked shinobi with ANBU masks on with slits for eyeholes and the Kiri symbol engraved in the forehead, along with their bodies hidden behind large, hooded cloaks.
The end of the cloak reached their ankles and their sleeves covered their hands, while the hood it possessed covered the top of their heads, obscuring the upper part of their masks, only giving their victim a view of the mask's eyeholes.
"Seems we got our work cut out for us…" said one of the masked Hunter-Nin as the took notice of Menma restraining their target.
"Yeah, that just makes it easier for us to kill him." said another who was crouching down on the ground, a long cle"Whoever you are, I thank you for capturing our target, but If you will give him to us, it will be appreciated." spoke a new voice when a final Hunter-Nin emerged from the tree line, wearing a dark maroonish colored cloak and a mask with a red swirl around the bottom part.
Menma raised his eye in intrigue at him because of two things. One, this man who he assumed to be this "Hunter" the rouge Kiri shinobi spoke of, had a more…*feminine tone to his voice, and that the cloak was a bit more fitting and revealed more curves to his body, and two...in his hand he grasped one of the legendary Seven Swords of the Mist, the needle longsword Nuibari, said to be able to pierce and sew together anything.
"So...are you the Hunter this fine gentlemen spoke of? It appears that you are also one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist..." he asked the individual, the Hunter laughing lightly.
"My reputation precedes me. That is I, yes, though I regret to say the Seven have been reduced to two members, myself and Chōjūrō, the wielder of Hiramekarei." spoke the Hunter-Nin before the missing-nin began to laugh.
"Now I have all of you cornered!" he laughed maniacally before he dropped not only his terrified captive act, but also a small tracking device from his hand.
Suddenly a kunai implanted itself into the neck of one of a Hunter-Nin, the one with the large cleaver sword, while the others instantly became aware of multiple men around them.
"You don't mess with one of the Vox Populi without getting a little blood on your hands! And by blood, I mean YOURS!" laughed the man before he broke free from his bonds and kicked Menma back towards two of the enemy shinobi surrounding them.
"Kill them!" shouted the Hunter when one of the enemy shinobi shot a stream of fire at him, catching the bottom of his cloak as he leaped away to avoid the attack.
"Ohh, I just love a good fight…" said Menma with lust in his voice as he stopped himself and plunged the kunai he had in his hand into the throat of one of the shinobi behind him, then swung his foot around and kicked the other in the head.
"Mokuton - Sashiki no Jutsu!" he said before he shoved his hand into the gut of the other shinobi, instantly a multitude of wooden branches exploded out from his body.
Blood splattered onto his cloak as Menma grinned madly behind his mask while he searched for another victim.
Luckily, none of the other Hunter-Nin took notice of the Wood Release jutsu, allowing Menma to put a small genjutsu on the roots to make it appear the man was impaled by several kunai before he turned back and stopped dead.
The Hunter's cloak had fully burned away, revealing that in fact, he was not a male, but a *female, and actually quite a beautiful one to say the least.
She wore a black sleeveless shirt that revealed her abdomen and was quite form fitting, her bust very noticeable, black pants and a waist guard with it as well. She also wore the striped leg and arm-guards worn by most Kiri shinobi, and around her neck she wore bandages that was a trademark among the Seven Swordsmen. (Looks kinda like Kushimaru Kuriarare's outfit) Her hair was the same color as her burned cloak, maroon, and reached down to her waist, and along with her Kiri headband she had a red cloth tied around her head, distinctly tied at both sides so as the ends of the material protrude upwards, while the remainder of her hair is allowed to flow downwards.
He stopped for a second and was admired by her fluent and swift maneuvers and her ruthless brutality, her sword Nuibari impaling multiple shinobi at once and with the metal cord attached to the needle sword's end, sewing them up tightly into clusters of bodies.
"Such gracefulness…" he thought before he ducked as a kunai sailed over his head, the thrower growling in frustration.
"Rasenringu." said Menma as he formed the spiralling ring and threw it at a group of shinobi, then clenched his fist to make it expand, the spiralling chakra wings grinding them away into nothingness and a whole lot of blood, like a blender.
He heard a battle cry behind him and he spotted the last shinobi left alive charging at him with a large sword. He smirked as he dodged the swipe and kicked it out of his grasp, then rammed his hand up into his throat and grasped it tightly, using his inhuman strength to lift the man high into the air.
Everyone took notice of the act and stood motionless as Menma gripped the man's throat tighter and tighter. The Hunter took special notice to this as the man grasped Menma's wrist while gasping as his breaths became shorter and quicker, Menma's smile only growing wider before he fixated his eyes on the man.
"Jigoku - Heijun Gobi." he said as his eyes glowed and the man began to scream as various deep and otherwise gruesome stab wounds began to appear all over his body, blood beginning to pour from each wound like a cascading waterfall.
"You want to die, don't you? You want me to kill you, right?" asked Menma in a lighthearted manner, relishing the man's screams as he toyed with him.
If normal people were watching the horrifying spectacle, they would be terrified and disgusted, but the Hunter-Nin were enjoying the show, especially the Hunter.
"Seems he has a sadistic side to him…Interesting..."
"Stop it! PLEASE! STOP!" yelled the profusely bleeding shinobi in pure agony while Menma relished his screams.
"Beg me to kill you! BEG!" said Menma as he tightened his stranglehold, the shinobi screaming at the top of his lungs.
"PLEASE, KILL ME!"
Instantly Menma swung the man around with such force, a loud snap echoed out in the silent clearing as Menma brutally killed the man by snapping his neck. He dropped the still bleeding body and wiped his hands on his cloak and walked back to the Hunter-Nin without a single tinge of remorse or emotion in his action. Then on his way over his eyes widened to something behind them and he flung his hand out and from within his sleeve a kunai fired out, the Hunter's eyes widening as it flew right past her head and stabbed another shinobi that was right behind her in the throat.
"All done. And I'm guessing that you need this gentleman's head to prove you killed him?" he asked as he motioned to the dead shinobi that had sprung the trap, having been stabbed through the back by one of the Hunter-Nin's kunai.
"Yes...we need to destroy the body." said one of the Hunter-Nin, receiving a nod followed by him stepping back to let them do their work.
The Hunter stepped up to the corpse and with Nuibari, she quickly separated the head from the neck and placed it in a burlap sack while the other three Hunter-Nin cremated the body without moving it, along with all the others and their fallen teammate as well so they could erase their existence.
When they were done, the Hunter tossed the bloody bag over her shoulder and gripped Nuibari as she motioned down the road that was quickly getting consumed by mist.
"Come on, If you were on your way to Kirigakure, we'll take you there." she said with the motion of her hand as they began to walk down the road, Menma grinning behind his mask as he followed them.
"This just made infiltrating the village even easier...now I can locate the Rokubi under the cover of their trust, since I just saved these four Hunter-Nin and their leader…I wonder what her name is?" he thought before he raised his eyebrow in confusion.
He shook away that strange feeling and continued on his way, through the strange feeling returned again as he found it hard for himself to take his eyes away from her. Luckily they finally made it to the village under the cover of the light mist blanket cast over it, with the Hunter bidding farewell to her teammates, Menma watching them leave.
The Hunter let out a breath before she grabbed her mask and pulled it off, Menma raising an eyebrow in intrigue as to what she looked like.
"Whew, now I can finally take this thing off." she said as she took a breath of fresh air without the mask on and turned towards Menma.
She had a cocky smile and Menma was actually surprised when he saw that her teeth were not sharpened to a point like what other Swordsmen would do, it was only on her canine teeth, giving her a feral look.
"You know, I never asked what your name was." said Menma, receiving a slight grin from her.
"Neither did I ask for yours. That mask gives you a mysterious look." she countered, Menma grinning behind his mask.
"Can't give her my real name...but then again, there are other Menmas..."
"The name's Menma." said Menma plainly.
The Hunter eyed him for a second with her arms crossed before she returned them to her side and flipped Nuibari around in her hand.
"Well then, Menma, my name is Amari Ringo." she said, some bells sounding off in Menma's brain as he recognized that name.
"Ringo...Ringo...I've heard of that clan name before."
"Yeah, I'm related to the last generation Swordsman, Ameyuri Ringo, the wielder of the Kiba swords. Though oddly enough, I actually wield the Nuibari, Kushimaru Kuriarare's sword, better than the swords she wielded." she said as she examined her sword while Menma just looked at her, then remembered the bloody sack she was still carrying.
"Don't you have to present that to the Mizukage?" he asked with the point of a finger at it, Amari instantly remembering it and growling to herself for forgetting.
"You're right. Come on, you can come too." she said before leaping off, Menma following behind her while simultaneously forming several seals with his hand.
"Mokuton - Shikone keitai seichō." he said silently to himself while from the stump that was his former right arm, the skin began to split and bubble as the bone and flesh began to reform with a distinct pasty white color, a soon his entire arm had finally reformed, the feel of being complete once again appeasing to him.
They arrived at the Kage Tower and they entered, navigating their way past some shinobi and others inside the building until they finally arrived at the Mizukage's office.
"Amari, welcome back! I trust your mission was successful?" asked the Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, as she sat from behind her desk.
Menma was still amazed that even though she was forty five years old, she still retained the beauty she had when she was younger.
"But of course." said Amari as she held up the burlap sack with her hand and grinned as she unfolded it and showed Mei the head, then quickly hid it again after receiving a nod.
"Good. And I see you brought a visitor with you…?" she questioned as she got up from her chair after noticing Menma standing in the background.
"Yes, this is Menma. He helped my team capture and take care the missing-nin and some other members of the Vox Populi gang. He also saved my life when one of their members attempted to strike me from the back." she explained, Menma stepping forward and bowing a little towards the Mizukage in respect for her position.
"Greetings, Lady Mizukage."
"I thank you for assisting Amari and her team with their mission. You can stay in the village as long as you want, see the sights, stroll the streets. You're welcome here after your deeds." said Mei with a smile before she returned to her work, letting the two leave.
"Well, have fun touring the village. I'm going to train." said Amari with a smile before she left him alone on the steps of the Kage Tower, leaving him to his thoughts.
"*Now that I've infiltrated the village, I need to try and search for the Rokubi. They've probably already heard of my doings in Kumo and Suna, so they're bound to have hid him somewhere and had given him extra protection…I'll just send a Wood Clone to search for him." he thought before from his right shoulder emerged a glob of wood that quickly formed into an exact copy of himself that nodded and leapt away.
"Now with that taken care of, I can draw suspicion away from myself by doing to stuff Mei mentioned. First though, this cloak is a bit unsightly…" said Menma as he looked at his blood soaked cloak.
He scanned the area and when he found no one looking, with his demonic chakra he absorbed his cloak and revealed that he had no shirt, fingerless opera-length black gloves wrapped in studded red-brown leather straps, baggy black pants, and red-brown sandals.
On his abdomen though he possessed a simple open black circle over his naval, being the seal that contained what was put inside of him by Indra. To the passerbyer however, it was just a simple tattoo.
"Here we go." he said as he strolled down the steps and started his walk of the village.
He toured the streets for hours on end, looking at everything while simultaneously looking through his clone's eyes as it searched tirelessly for the location of the Rokubi and its Jinchuuriki.
He finally decided to get something to drink when it was starting to turn dark, so he entered a small pub, finding it filled with some Kiri shinobi yucking it up at the bar. He spotted one of the Hunter-Nin who was with Amari and popped a seat beside him, the man recognizing him after seeing his mask.
"So, how do you like the village?" he asked after taking a sip from his beer glass, Menma nodding slowly.
"It's a good place to live. It's come such a long way since the days of the Bloody Mist." said Menma, the Hunter-Nin nodding in agreement.
He didn't say anything else because even though it had been an innumerable amount of years since the terrible reign of the Fourth Mizukage, where the village had been infamously nicknamed the "Village of the Bloody Mist", it was still a touchy subject to be discussed.
"So...do you know where Amari went? Where does she go to train?" asked Menma to break the ice, receiving a chuckle from the man.
"Heh, it's Training Field 7, but don't even bother." he replied, his response piquing some interest within Menma.
"How so?"
"She lets no one get into the training field. She likes to train alone. So many people have tried to sneak in and see what she does, but she's found them all. No one can sneak up on her."
"No one?"
"No one. She's even made a bet about. She said, and I quote, "The first person to sneak into the training room and see what I do without me noticing will get to see something never seen before". It's impossible." finished the hunter-nin before taking another sip of his beer.
Menma thought over the words for a few seconds then grinned behind his mask.
"Thanks for the info. Have a good day." he said before getting up from the bar and walking out through the exit, Training Field 7 in his mind.
He was off in a flash, leaping from building to building as the sun, barely visible from behind the cover of the mist cast over the islands, came down from the sky, allowing night to take hold. He finally found the training field and walked up to the entrance of the massive building, looking at the architecture and its design, then he noticed the lights were on inside.
"Bingo." he thought before with his chakra, he completely eliminated his chakra signature, his smell, and the sound of his footfalls, making him totally invisible to all five senses except sight.
He was about to enter through the doors when he stopped his foot an inch above the ground in the doorway, smirking as he saw the trip-wire set up there for anyone dumb enough to walk right through.
"Smart girl." he thought as he stepped over the trip wire and entered the building.
He looked left and right down the two different hallways before him, narrowing his eyes for a few seconds before he chuckled a little.
"So, she set up a barrier that would send an alert should anyone pass through it. It won't detect what it can't sense." said Menma with a smirk before he stepped into the invisible barrier without even setting it off and continued on his way to one of the many entrances to the stadium like training field.
He turned down one of the hallways and walked won its length, his footsteps not even procuring a single noise, totally silent. When he reached the end, a doorway leading out into the training field to his left, he could hear the sounds of metal clashing with metal and grunting from inside the training field.
He arrived in the interior of the training field and saw it was utterly decimated with discarded training dummies, sliced and diced, and massive craters and scorch marks spread all throughout the field.
He spotted Amari down in the arena like training field and smirked, knowing that he had not been noticed at all, and that he had just proved the hunter-nin wrong. He decided to move down a couple of rows and sit in a chair and relax while he observed her train. He quinted his eyes for a moment and blinked, thinking he had seen wrong. He blinked again and realized that he wasn't seeing things. He noticed that she was showing a little...more skin.
When she finally finished her last jutsu, she lowered Nuibari and almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the sound of clapping echoing out throughout the training field.
"Bravo!" said Menma with a smirk from his spot in the stands while Amari just sat there with a baffled look on her face.
Then she just shrugged and chuckled to herself before looking back at him out of the corner of her eye without turning her body and said, "Well look who we have here...the first guy to ever accomplish the feat of sneaking up on me...is the one I just met today."
"Khehe...I'm afraid so." snickered Menma as Amari crossed her arms and sighed.
"Alright, get down here. Don't have to stay up there all night." she said, Menma getting up from his chair and leapt into the training field right beside her, his eyes widening as he realized that she was standing with her bare, shirtless back facing him and her arms still crossed.
"Um…" was all he could manage to say, his confusement and awkwardness making Amari chuckle a little.
"Yeah, that's what I would expect. Well, as from the bet that I made, you get to see something no one else will." she said with a little laugh before she turned fully around, the sight before Menma making his eyes widen and...his muscles tighten a little in the nether regions.
She was standing there completely topless, nothing in the way of him absorbing in the sight of her breasts, which were absolutely perfect, around D-cup. At that point his brain had malfunctioned and his IQ dropped about thirty points as he stood there motionless, his eyes fixated to them, while Amari just laughed.
"I knew that would happen!" she thought before she snapped her fingers and got Menma out of his trance.
"Uh, wow...you are beautiful." he said finally, his words making Amari's cheeks light up redder than her hair.
"Thank you…" she said before she looked away from his mask.
"You know...I never really properly thanked you for erm...saving me today." she said somewhat awkwardly while she crossed her arms to hide her breasts, allowing Menma to actually concentrate a little.
"No need, It was no problem at all." he replied as he developed a blush behind his mask as well.
"Well...I can't really settle for that. You see, I've been somewhat...attracted to you since that fight and when you saved me.." said Amari as she rubbed her arm while shuffling a little, Menma feeling the tightness in his pants grow.
"Focus on the mission at hand…" he thought before she looked up at him, the blush still present on her face, and instantly that thought went right out the window.
"Hehe...that's kinda weird...same here." said Menma with a chuckle.
"Well then…" said Amari before she moved a bit closer to him while she uncovered her breasts again, and surprisingly to Menma, she took his hand and placed it on her right breast. "Let's make the most of this little…*alone time we have together…"
"My thoughts exactly…" agreed Menma before Amari grabbed the tip of his mask and began to pull it up.
- Lemon Start -
At the last second Menma cast a small Genjutsu that hid his whisker-like birthmarks and his red eyes, replacing them with regular cerulean blue ones, so when Amari pulled off his mask, it didn't give away his identity.
They instantly shared a deep kiss while Menma continued to feel and caress her right breast, Amari's blush growing with the pleasure she was receiving.
When they pulled away, Menma felt a breeze hit his legs as he looked down and saw Amari start to stroke the full length of his erected member, marveling at its size.
"You're so big..." she said lustfully before she let go of it and allowed Menma to pull down her pants, then her maroon panties as well, leaving her completely naked before him.
"I want you inside me...Menma..." she pleaded softly before he lifted up her right leg and held it at his side, looking down to see Amari's aroused sex and instantly going into action.
He aimed his clock at her sex and as he held her tight with one band's he held her side with the other as he slowly pushed his tap past her folds, making her gasp.
He stopped, but she only smiled at him and urged him to keep going until he had fully put his length within her, bringing overwhelming amounts of erotic pleasure to them both.
"Here I go." said Menma before he pulled out of her then pushed back in, Amari moaning as he began to speed up his thrusting, her breasts starting the bounce up and down.
"Oh yes...yes...faster..." pleaded Amari, Menma picking up the pace as he went faster and faster, his cock sliding in and out of her sex quicker and quicker.
"Amari...you're so tight..." said Menma through thrusts before they kissed deeply once again.
Menma continued to piston in and out of her before he felt a growing sensation beginning to rise from him as he went faster and faster.
"I'm almost there...!"
"Cum inside me...I want you to fill me womb with your seed!" she pleaded in pure ecstasy, drool starting to drop from the corner of her mouth as her mind became blank front the pleasure of sex.
"Fuck me! Faster!"
Menma was flying in and out, the feeling growing stronger and stronger while he was going faster and faster, Amari's breasts now bouncing up and down wilding now from the force of each thrust.
Then with the final push, he delved deep inside of her and released his load within her, Amari moaning for joy as his seed spread throughout her womb. Menma pulled out of her and stood there abide her, breathing somewhat heavily. They stood there, their bodies covered with sweat, before Amari grinned lustfully and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go to my apartment."
"Sure thing." replied Menma before they grabbed their things and dissapeared in a puff of smoke.
They reappeared inside a decently sized apartment living room, and instantly they went at it again, with the two engrossed in each other as they made their way the bedroom and more specifically, the bed.
Amari lowered herself onto her back and spread her legs open for him while looking up at him with a lustful expression.
"Dominate me." she said, with Menma grinning at the neediness in her voice.
Menma got, close to her and with his still erect cock, pushed back into her sex and began to pump in and out again, bringing ecstasy back to the both of them.
"Yes...ah, ah, faster! Faster!" she begged as drool began to drip from the corner of her mouth again, with Menma responding by going quicker with his thrusts.
While he kept hold of her waist, he reached out with his other hand and started to caress her left breast, giving her twice the pleasure. With each passing moment, he felt that feeling from before build up inside of him again, prompting him to keep going until he couldn't hold it any longer.
He grunted a little as he pushed deep inside her again and let go another shot of his seed into her womb, bringing another wave of ecstasy to them both.
Amari breathed in and out slowly as Menma pulled out from her sex and was instantly thrown to the bed on his back while Amari straddled him, looking at him with a seductive look in her eyes.
"My turn…"
"Be my guest."
A/N SCORE! Nuff said And as for the picture of Amari, once again, go to , look for my profile, DemonLordGalm, and look for the picture. It's titled Amari Ringo, the Hunter.
Jutsu Translations
Mokuton - Sashiki no Jutsu / Wood Release - Cutting Technique
Rasenringu / Spiralling Fear Wheel
Jigoku - Heijun Gobi / Hell - Level Five
Mokuton - Shikone keitai seichō / Wood Release - Multiple Root Cell Growth Technique