Dark fic, contains implied physical and sexual abuse, and gore.
Prompt: Bonnie & Clyde
Lost Souls
Bonnie Elizabeth Parker and Clyde Champion Barrow were an American criminal couple who traveled the Central United States with their gang during the Great Depression.
They were both here for the same reason.
Her with a strange little bottle of toxicity in her hand, him toeing the edge of ledge as he tied several cinder blocks to his waist with a rope.
Time ground to a halt, reality grew still as broken lavender met soulless blue.
She looked the way he had…
After the first time it happened.
Like she'd lost a piece of her soul tapped beneath whatever disgusting excuse of a human being had forced her endure their sickening lust. Her dirty white dress was torn and hanging down her arm, bruises painted her pale skin, her long dark hair was stood on end in places, her right eye nearly swollen shut, but he knew what was killing her the most, what had driven her to this desolate place was the evidence trailing down her thighs.
She was broken…
…and so was he.
They were two irreparable damaged beings, their foundation too warped for the pieces to ever fit neatly together again, if they ever had at all.
He didn't jump into the murky depths below that night…
She didn't swallow the lethal concoction in her tiny vial…
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They bore their souls to each other, then left the Village Hidden in Leaf together that night.
Naruto, Jinchuuriki of the kyuubi, would find himself recaptured and taken back to the dank bowels of Konoha should he stay, thus, had no choice but to flee.
Hinata would rather die than return to her Clan, a sentiment that essentially left her no choice either.
They set off on a journey that'd one day bring them back to their place of birth, and on that day, they'd enact the plan that had given them a sense of purpose.
He'd held her in his arms as the idea came to him, stroking her bony back made so by the many meals she hadn't been given. His life story was a horrible tale of degradation as Konoha's weapon by day, unspeakable abuse in his cell at night, and yet her experiences, so like his, spark to light a potent hatred that had lived inside his heart for as long as he could remember.
A hatred he'd directed at himself for being this terrible monster they claimed him to be.
He'd convinced himself bad things only happened to bad people, that he must be the worst of the worst considering the awful things that happened to him everyday.
Hinata's torment challenged that notion.
He hadn't known her long, naught but a few hours, and though he rarely was in contact with anyone but his jailers and Anbu, he knew she was a good person.
A really, really good person that didn't deserve what she'd been put through.
Her story enraged him, made him sick.
Made him hate.
"Ne…Hinata," he'd whispered in her ear, voice hoarse from the hours of talking and screaming they'd engaged in, "why don't we make them pay?"
She'd shifted, leaning back to stare at him with those moonstone eyes that tore him to ribbons inside, the eyes that could stand to peer into the void of his.
"Why should we die when we can make their lives hell?"
He took her skinny hand in his, "We'll walk our own path…we'll give them a taste of our pain, but we need power first, dattebayo."
A thought crossed his mind.
"Or rather, a way to tap into it," he muttered, sliding their hands atop the seal etched into his abdominal.
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"You're sure its them?" Hiruzen asked, dark eyes sharp and expectant.
"Yes, sir," the masked shinobi replied, "the Anbu sent to investigate was able to send a letter confirming their identities before his demise. There is no mistake. The Nine Tail's Jinchuuriki and the former Hyuuga heiress are our culprits."
Deeply troubled, the Third Hokage puffed on the pipe caught between his lips, his mind processing what he'd known in his gut for some time.
Naruto Uzumaki broke out of containment five years ago.
Not a trace of him had been found, but Sarutobi knew one day the boy would resurface, that when he did return to the land of the living, he'd carry vengeance in his heart.
So much of this was his fault, after all.
Konoha's Hokage would freely admit he hadn't done right by the boy, he'd let his concern for the village's safety to take precedence over that child's wellbeing, and while he'd planned to change his circumstances when he was old enough to care for himself, economic downturn had put those plans on hold, or rather, the boy's plight had been swept into an unimportant corner. Times were tough globally, the world was at the hight of a depression following another senseless, costly bloody war. Sarutobi devoted all his time and energy into keeping his village afloat, taking the incremental reports of Naruto's continued survival as 'good enough'. He hadn't looked deeper, he hadn't read in between the lines of the hell he'd been subjected to in his…prison.
He'd failed Hinata as well.
Policies of Clan self-governance were long overdue to be revisited, and when the time had come to reevaluate the laws, he hadn't. He'd granted an extension at the request of several Clan Heads, the Hyuuga amongst them, and returned to the ardent task of keeping Konoha alive. Hinata Hyuuga was branded a branch member and ran away shortly after, presumed dead as her torn night gown was found washed up down stream of the massive waterfall she was thought to have jumped from.
To think the two had met up that night, ran away together and were now a pair of notorious missing nin…
That the tragic pair and this outlaw couple traveling throughout the Elemental Nations reeking havoc alongside their small but frighteningly powerful gang, were one in the same.
He knew it to be true, had had suspicions but the confirmation was hard to swallow.
Especially considering the violence coming from the group.
Well known for their petty thefts of money and other goods during their early years, they'd slowly escalating their criminal activity into what is was today.
Participating in bounty hunting of upstanding Konoha shinobi in exchange for money on the black market, Anbu in particular. Disrupting the economic prosperity of the Village Hidden in Leaf by sabotaging it exports, intimidating buyers of their goods and ambushing ninja sent out on missions. Plucking the Byakugan's of Main branch Hyuuga unfortunate enough to be caught outside the walls of Konoha.
They'd victimized other villages and nations but it was Konoha that bore the brunt.
Lately, they'd set their targets even higher; stealing forbidden jutsu.
That was a catastrophe he couldn't allow to continue. Sending the Anbu was useless, they'd become too powerful.
He would have to take care of this himself.
"They must be stopped," he decided aloud.
He stood, grabbing his Hokage hat on the way out the door.
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Grinning, Naruto reached down and swept the wide, red and white hat from a pool of blood, kicking away the severed head of the Third Hokage as he placed it atop his messy blond crown.
He peered into the crimson deposit, just barely able to make out his face in the reflection.
"Hmmm," he hummed, turning it this way and that, before glancing over his shoulder, "what do you think, baby? Does it look good, or should I change the color after my coronation?"
Kneeling beside a bloodied corpse, his wife reached down for the eye staring sightlessly back at her from it's ravaged socket. Her lilac painted nails tightened, and with a well practiced, well used technique, Hinata ripped it clean from the Hyuuga's corpse.
Turning doe eyes to him, her fifth pair and the ones he liked the most, she gave him that smile he loved more than life; that vicious, cruel, curl of her plump lips their life on the road created.
The one that made him want to give her anything and everything she desired.
"I think you look very handsome, Naruto-kun," she declared softly, looking down as she wiped blood from the small sphere trapped between her carmine coated fingers, "but maybe you should change the color, darling, the white clashes with your clothing."
He glanced down.
His black, hoodie coat with vibrant orange flames thrown over his onyx long sleeve shirt and pants didn't really jell with the pearly white at all to be honest.
He didn't like the purity of white anyways.
Hinata stood, her midnight v-neck gown flowing, her lilac obi made even brighter by sunlight. She wandered over to him, raising her bloody palm for him to see her treasures.
"They're not quite pure but, they'll bring me even close to a full Tenseigan," she told him, glowing depths swirling with power as she gazed into his red, pupil slitted orbs.
He reached down, wiping a stray droplet of life force from her cheek, before kissing her full on the lips.
"Don't get too attached to them," he grinned against her mouth, all canine teeth and darkness, "when we get to Konoha, you'll have your pick of the purest of pure Byakugans, 'ttebayo."
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Another story idea I had in my head, or rather, two. I wanted to write a dark fic in which Naruto and Hinata meet during the lowest points of their lives, right on the verge of ending it all. The other idea was the two becoming an evil couple and taking over the world, lol.
This is the last prompt for this event! I'm sad and happy at the same time. I had so much fun, I was able to write each prompt on time and you all seemed to really enjoy the creative facets of my crazy mind!
I didn't expect this to gain so much popularity and love but I'm pleasantly surprised and eternally grateful for all the support! I have a shit ton of comments to go through and will be doing that soon, so expect to hear back from me finally!
I'll be looking at the poll tomorrow, but I can already see that the prompt: Forbidden, and it's prequel prompt: Enemies to Lovers is one of the more highly requested fics.
I'm already working on it XD
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