Yahiko 8D: Thanks, I try.
ncpfan: I'll do my best to not give exposition dumps, but I will say this. The 'Cycle of Hatred' doesn't exist. Not here, since it was broken after the women came into power. This is about what equality should be, even if there will be no winners in this one. Horror and Tragedy are the main tags for a reason. Everyone loses within the Bloodstorm.
When Kushina and Tsunami arrived at their home, they were met with a very worried Minato.
"Honey, what's wrong?" The feminine man asked worriedly.
"Something is eating at Naruto and I think I might need to help him with it, love." Kushina replied.
Minato nodded in understanding, "he always was closer to you in personality than me. I'm sure being able to talk to you will do him wonders."
Kushina smiled at her husband, and walked into the house confidently. Nothing seemed to be out of order, but the slight rumbling from Naruto's room caused her slight pause. Her son was a man, so he shouldn't be capable of the same super strength that women were capable of.
'Were those rumbles from him throwing things?' She wondered, 'nothing ventured nothing gained, I guess.'
She opened the door, heedless of what might happen. Only to get a blast of nearly Kyuubi level killing intent as soon as she did so, knocking her straight on her ass. For a split second fear entered her mind as she worried if she were too late to save her son.
'To hell with that, dattebane!' The redheaded woman snarled mentally, 'Uzumaki Kushina is no quitter!'
She stood up quickly, locked her vision onto her only son, and rushed to wrap him into an embrace. The snarling, angry creature that had taken root in her baby boy nearly threw her off, but she held on. She whispered gentle promises into her son's ear, caressed his blood red hair, and promised him the world. His anger only grew with each promise, but he stopped struggling against his mother's embrace slowly.
Minutes passed, or maybe it was only seconds, and the mother sat embracing her son. She heaped love upon him unconditionally, much to his confusion. The beast that sat within angrily returned to its cage as the boy's mind returned to lucidity.
"Mom?" Naruto asked, blinking in confusion as his mother pulled him further into her bosom.
"Hey honey." Kushina cooed happily, "how are you feeling?"
"Angry, for some reason," Naruto replied dazedly.
"Why are you angry son?" Kushina asked sincerely.
Naruto's irises flashed blood red and his pupils contracted to be slitted for the briefest of seconds, but they quickly turned back to his normal violet.
"I-" Naruto paused as he thought hard on what he needed to say, "I'll never be someone, will I?"
"NO!" Kushina yelped, slapping the boy gently on the head, "you're my son! The boy I carried for nine months, gave birth to, and have raised for thirteen years! You are someone!"
"Oh, am I?" The Son of Kushina sneered, "so that's it? That's all I'll ever be known for? The boy who leeched off of his mother for his entire life? I'll never be able to become known for who I am? Never be able to become known for my own abilities, skills, beliefs, or desires? Is that it? I'll never be allowed to make something more of myself, right? Because I'm a man, and thus inherently evil?"
Kushina was too dumbstruck to reply to her son for a while. She couldn't articulate a reply, mainly because the chance to make something of herself had always been available to her, and she had never once considered life without it. Also she wouldn't dare call her son evil. No, not the child she carried to term and raised for thirteen years. Yet, that was the entire basis of her societal system. Men were the enemy, after all. When a man obtained power bad things almost always followed. The Son of Kushina wasn't done yet, either.
"Of course, that is what a slaveholder would say in order to justify their ownership of another sapient being!" The Red Headed Son of Kushina snarled, "after all, your utopia is entirely built upon the fact that you have enslaved half of your population. You have to make that justification in order to sleep at night, or at least your ancestrixes had to, and the ideas just kind of stuck."
Kushina was now unthinkingly crushing her baby boy into the loving grip she had him in. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but he could feel the pressure. He knew he was getting to her, and the beast within was grinning. Sin was coming, it could smell as such. Whether it be Wrath, Lust, Pride, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, or Sloth, Sin was power to the beast, and the beast cared not how the power flowed, only that the power flowed. Kushina's Second Child's eyes were dangerously red now, the slit pupils had begun to turn golden, and a mysterious cloak began to dance around him.
"So I wonder, Mother, if you really love me, since you seem to be so content to let me exist as a nobody, without a future, and without hope to make something of myself." The red headed second child twisted the knife further, coldly watching as something changed within his mother.
The beast realized the power to come was Lust, mere seconds before Kushina's lips crashed onto her son's own. It laughed in hysteria, loving the fact that the old ways of breeding were so perfectly ingrained within this woman. Should she meet someone with more power than her, she would be driven into a mating frenzy! Well the beast certainly made sure that its human was powerful, that was for sure.
'Take her, make her yours!' The beast ranted into the Son's mind, 'She would make an excellent first Concubine! Or even a first Broodmother to all of the minions you will need.'
The Son saw no reason to argue. He hated his father just as much as he hated the Amazons, and this would hurt him just as much as, if not more than, it would the Amazons. The son returned the kiss, greedily.
GREED!
LUST!
WRATH!
N!
The beast knew only bliss at those moments, joyously rampaging within the cage it was forced into. Power flowed once again, and it was happy. As time went on the differences between Man and Beast would fade, and with the more powerful the two became the quicker those differences would fade. The beast would have its revenge against the Heavens that dared to seal it away, and the Son would help. The very Champion of the Heavens would be their downfall.
The cage had already grown nearly double, and the two Uzumaki weren't even close to halfway through their little romp in the sheets! So many Sins, so much power for the beast to feed upon, and now it was disappointed that its Gluttony was not a way for it to gather power in an infinite loop.
'Make her yours!' The beast raged, furious that the Man had not yet marked the woman, 'she must not escape our grasp!'
The Man did not know what that meant, but driven by his Lust, he bit down on his partner's shoulder. Her screaming release came once again, but what was more important to both Man and Beast was the burned brand on her shoulder. A dragon stared back at the Man, maw open and ready to devour whatever foolish creature suicidal enough to walk into it, or ready to reduce its enemies to nothing with its breath attack.
When they woke, nothing would ever be the same
Woe to those who break the taboo
Woe to the man who knows his beast too well
Woe to the mother who falls for the beast's ploy
Final word count for story: 1232
Afterword: I'm glad so many people have found interest in this, but I'm sorry to say that the idea of an Amazonian Naruto world wasn't totally mine… the original, a story that I cannot find but give great credit to for being able to generate emotion (which as a relatively decent human was rage because they had the audacity to say that a society that enslaves half of its population was even close to approaching a Utopia, not a Dystopia! We are just now starting to undo the damage that centuries of institutionalized actual legitimate Patriarchy power mongering bullshit damage has done, so let's not slide in the complete other direction, please?) in me. That's good storytelling, even if the emotion was cheaply created. Seriously, the United States of America was the last country on Earth, that I know of, to practice slavery. I wouldn't call the Southern United States of America pre-civil war a Utopia. I also wouldn't call a society that institutionalizes and encourages forcing half of the population to sleep in a literal doghouse just because they've been unruly. Especially as a FUCKING CHILD.
So, Horror? Yes definitely, at least of the psychological variety. Good luck sleeping at night after I start describing some of the shit Naruto has lived through.
Before any of that comes though, I cannot stress this enough: Kushina and Tsunami are both good people. They both lived in and were raised by a society that not only teaches the things they have done to Naruto, but encourages it. They know nothing else, and will never know anything else. In societies like this one, everyone is a victim of the bad values it holds.
Tragedy? Everyone but Evil loses in this, since Naruto has had no good role models here. He has no friends, since the women look down on him and he was- oops… that's a spoiler!
In this fanfiction I am trying my best to create a world that could form if the more zealous nutjobs got their way. It could also be written the other way around. The only reason I am writing it like this is rather embarrassing really.
I don't write women well.
Or maybe it's that I don't write people well in general and I'm not comfortable writing a woman? Anyways the bottom line is that I try as best as I can to get into my characters' heads as I write them, so that way I can write a more fluid and believable story. Hell I even act out their lines and say them as I write, trying to get as close to their voice as I can get with my limited voice acting skills.
Also, please do review! It makes my day to see that you care enough to leave feedback, even if they are negative. I've been fortunate enough to have no negative feedback though, so that's a plus!
Anyways, I bid you all adieu. Have a good day/night/morning, and here's a quote I made up right now.
The only person that can change you is yourself. The only person that can motivate you is yourself, but the only good motivation is the kind that involves wanting to be better.
On the other hand, wanting to be better because you don't like what you are now isn't enough. You have to want to be better because you love yourself, and because you love yourself… you want to improve yourself so that you can become the best version of yourself.
Of course… spite is always a good motivator as well. When you channel that spite into something constructive, that is.