AN: Chapter Six and still running, passing the 40,000 word mark now and feelin proud of myself and all you great reviewers. Great feedback and no flames so far! Sadly though this will be mostly a flashback chapter, just to get the background of all my custom characters out of the way.
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Recently I have been watching and reading many of the Jutsu that are in the series and have decided to give our favourite blonde a few new techniques in this chap. A good Nin needs to know not only their body's' limits but have many hidden techniques for a handy escape. So I've been told by my old instructor when I was a kid...
Disclaimer: I no own Naruto or Batman.
Chapter Six
-Tricks and Pain go Hand in Hand-
You ask me why I never smile. Why I never laugh with joy. Why can I never find happiness in simple things?
Why can't I just be normal?
I laugh.
You say it sounds like a hyena with a throat full of blood.
I frown.
You ask me to feel the energy of life. You say to just open, to let it all in. You say to dance with the wind and listen to the birds music.
I tell you there is no wind. All I hear is sorrow. All I feel is pain.
And you frown.
I lock myself in, my palms are sweaty. Your pounding at the door, yet I hear nothing.
Why can't I be normal? I make the incision.
Why can I never find happiness? I drive the blade deep.
Why don't I smile? The door crashes open. How you scream.
I smile.
Oh how I smile, with my new Glasgow Grin.
Naruto skipped merrily through the halls of the manor in the early morning, whistling a strange yet rhythmic tune. Wearing only a pair of black pants and his pair of customised gloves that Kokoro finally let him wear after a lot of whining. He giggled at the annoyed faces of the current occupants when he whined continuously late at night after the baby had gone to bed. Naruto had noticed Nanashi had been avoiding him, yet didn't care in the least.
It had been three weeks since their private incident and Nanashi had instead drawn back from the group and refrained from talking to people unless necessary. He was also the only one permitted to go into town with Kokoro to gather shopping, due to him being a rather inconspicuous character in the chaotic country.
Although there was that one time when Naruto had been given the dutiful task of escorting Mikoko while Kokoro was forced to babysit...
Flashback- Two weeks ago...
Naruto walked along a calm Mikoko as Naruto grinned with a lazy posture, wearing his purple coat and black pants. He also managed to sneak in his bladed boots, as well as one of his gloves hidden in a pocket. However, Kokoro didn't know this so he was in the all clear... For now that was.
The non-stop rain was a common factor in Ame, so Naruto adapted and shrugged it off. He didn't really mind the weather after all, it gave a different and more solemn air than Konoha. Something he hadn't quite adapted to yet, although he appreciated the somewhat serene setting. He mentally pictured levelling it to the ground in an inferno of fire and giggled at the thought, earning a puzzled look from his hostess.
"What is so funny, Naruto-san?"
Naruto eyed her with his usual grin, "Just an inside Joke, Mikoko-sama."
She shook her head before entering a store with the blonde following, he smiled at the many housewives that attended the store. His wide eyes and elongated, foxy grin frightening the other customers to the point where he cleared a wide path.
Mikoko sighed before turning to him, "Will you stop scaring the women around here?"
Naruto shook his head, "It's their own fault for walking away, just a bad joke no one really understands." He giggled again before earning a stern look from the independant woman.
"Will you stop smiling already, there's no need for you to keep smiling at the sorry state of the world. What in Kamis' name do you mean by these 'jokes' you keep expressing?" She demanded placing her hands on her hips.
Naruto shook his head and wagged a finger in front of her face, "A Trickster never reveals his secrets to the public."
She quirked a brow, "Don't you mean magician?"
He wagged his finger again, "Nope, a magician has nothing on a Trickster of any calibre. A lady of your intellect, Mikoko-sama, should have read about this. Whereas a magician will produce a bundle of flowers, a Trickster will make himself disappear and reappear behind the audience in an instant."
She glared before asking a very serious question, "How did you meet my husband?"
Naruto stopped in his tracks before giving her a ruefully playful grin, "Hasn't he spoken to you of my origins? My, my, he will have some explaining to give you." His voice sickly foreboding followed with a brief giggle.
"Of course he hasn't, he told me to not ask as well." She grudgingly stated with a grimace.
He skipped past her and ignored her incredulous look and collected a bag full of various herbs and spices for cooking. He then turned when he heard a loud bang followed by a non descript man falling with a spurt of blood escaping a hole in the neck.
A small gang of rugged middle aged men snickered at the horrified looks from the people. Each held a crossbow and wore a set of dark red robes and a daisho set at their hips. The oldest one, whom bore a set of scars across a wrinkled face, spoke up, "No one panic now, we're only here to collect our pay. Everyone hand over your jewels and we'll have no problems."
Their bodies shaking, the fellow customers handed over any material item of worth, until they met Mikoko, the leader leered, "Well, aren't you the pretty one. All I want from you is a nice little kiss." He leant forward only to be slapped by the independant woman. Shrugging off the hit he sneered before grabbing both her arms and leaning forward again, "I guess a compromise is in order then." He licked her cheek then felt a very hard force collide with his back, followed by a searing pain.
Turning he saw that a certain grinning blonde kid had given his back a reverse roundhouse kick with a blade protruding from his boot. The blade slicing through his robes and into his bare flesh, screaming he let go of Mikoko and spun around with a blade out. His lackeys surrounding the blonde and aiming their crossbows at his head.
The leader then screamed out, "You little Fuck! You just signed your own fucking death warrant! You're gonna die little shit! Fucking kill him now!" His orders were clear and the henchmen complied releasing the bolts at the blonde all at once.
In that instant, Naruto ducked and sped towards the leader with his now gloved palm held out and aimed at the leader. Leaping up in front of the leader the palm was held out a few millimetres away from the face when Naruto grinned with eyes wide, "Smile for the Trickster!" And with that a hail of shuriken propelled forth and tore the mans skull to shreds and embedded themselves into the wall a few metres away.
Mikoko stared in horror as the child landed and held his sides cackling with joy, "You should've seen the look on your fucking face! Freakin hilarious!" He called out to the corpse as the blood flowed out freely. Calming down he wiped mirth from his eyes and turned to the petrified thieves, "I haven't had a good laugh like that in Ages." He flexed his hands and grinned evilly at the men, "Let's see if you're as Funny as your boss was."
Mikoko could only stare in horror as the men screamed for their lives before their bodies were torn to shreds by the Shuriken. A single survivor then watched in horror and fear as his limbs were torn from his body before Naruto picked up a crossbow and aimed it point blank at the mans head, "This is your final performance. Hope it was fun!" The final scream was cut short as the bolt tore straight through his skull and into the floor behind him. Naruto giggling as he tossed away the crossbow and skipped over to Mikoko.
Leaning down he asked the oddest question, "So, we done here, Mikoko-sama?.."
End Flashback: Current Time...
Naruto entered the lounge where he came eye to eye with Mikoko, her fear filled face instantly averting his grinning visage. Giggling he casually flipped over the couch and strolled to the library where Kokoro was at this hour of the day. Humming his usual tune he began to add a few custom lyrics as he went along;
"One, Two, Three, You've never met me.
Four, Five, How to stay alive.
Six, Seven, Go to hell, go to heaven.
Eight, Nine, Ten, Fuck it all again."
Entering the entrance to the study, he spotted Kokoro at a table with a myriad of scrolls half open. Not really caring about the scrolls, Naruto eyed the retired nin, as he mumbled incoherent sentences to himself.
Smirking, Naruto called out to him, "If you keep talkin' to yourself, people will think your crazy."
Giving a mild glare to the youth, Kokoro retorted sarcastically, "Thanks for the advice, self acclaimed nutter."
Naruto then grinned even more, "I wasn't talking to you." Then burst into laughter at the very bad joke.
Shaking his head, Kokoro continued what he was doing, "Anyway, I know my wife left some scrolls here somewhere. I think you'll like them, after all they are on some very interesting Fuuinjutsu." He almost sweatdropped at the dancing chibi version of the terroist when he turned to see the reaction.
Naruto bounded up onto the roof beside him, his upside down form in a crouch with a giddy smile on his features. "What are they? What are they? Tell me? Tell me?" The enthusiasm almost belied his deep mental problems to the point where Kokoro wacked him on the head for some silence. The blonde lost his concentration and, not so gracefully, landed on his head into the wooden floors.
Surprised that he actually managed to hit the blonde, Kokoro looked to see if he seriously injured the blonde, a faint groan was heard, followed by a strained voice, "Goddamn... Feels like I've been hit by a seven tonne steel sledge hammer by an old Kiri nin female."
Kokoro quirked a brow, "You know what that feels like?" The query was actually half serious.
Sitting up, Naruto grinned stupidly, "Do I honestly look like I've felt that?" He rubbed the area where a bruise would be growing, instead it was already deflating and only a little pain remained.
Kokoro shrugged, "I'll leave that unanswered until later... Ah Ha!" He pulled out a medium sized red scroll with a thick leather strap binding it together. Sliding down, he cleared the desk before placing it in the centre.
"SOOOO... What's in it Ko-san?" Naruto crouched on top of the desk before Kokoro with the two of them staring intently at the scroll.
Kokoro took a thinking pose before snapping his fingers, ignoring the blonde entirely...
Inoko lay, half nude, in her alleged bedroom. By half nude being the fact she was only wearing a pair of dark purple panties and matching lace bra. A small smile graced her features as she stared through the window to the stormy outside world. As mentally unstable as she currently was, Inoko took the liberty of enjoying the small things in life. One of these was staring outside and reflecting on old decisions.
Yamanaka Inoko, the greatest pride and shame for the Yamanaka clan. The youngest heiress to master all of the clans specialised Jutsu, and obtain the beauty of the clan. That was the odd thing that the Yamanaka seemed to face, the more angelic they looked, the greater grasp of a foes mind they seemed to own. Inoko was one of the more blessed, her outer beauty had wooed many of the clan and daimyou bachelors' to her feet. Dozens of marriage proposals were sent her way, that was before a tragic incident with her team that is...
She sighed at the memory of that mission, her teammates were blatantly jealous of her charm of the opposite sex. The reason being Inoko was on a team composed of all Kunoichi, a rare group in a male dominated career. She grinned at the mental picture of her discombobulated team in a time of prosperity for the Clans of Konoha. The Uchiha twins for teammates, along with Yuugao as their sensei, the stunning team was an eyesore for the elemental nations.
The twins were the same age as Inoko and bore matching developing figures. Overall they bore the same skin, same eyes, even the exact same C-cup. A pervert like a certain scarecrow would mentally drool at the fetish of sleeping with a matching set of maturing girls. To the dismay of the corrupt souls, however, the twins bore distinctly different looks.
The older twin by twelve seconds was Aimi Uchiha, the shyer of the two she kept her figure hidden behind a loose set of matching blue pants and long sleeved shirt. She also kept her long ebony hair in a braid that fell mid-back with a long fringe covering the right eye. Although not openly discriminate of Inoko, she did give the evil eye on occassion when a potential love interest fell for the blonde beauty instead.
Akemi, the younger twin, was more boisterous and flamboyant than her older counterpart. For a reason Inoko cannot fathom, although never meeting a certain Mitarashi Anko, the Uchiha girl dressed rather scandalously for her age with loose garments that revealed plenty of mesh covered shoulder and legs. To contrast with her sister her garments were a bright red along with her hair having red streaks and left to flow freely.
The two together made a very attractive coupling for a mans dream threesome, add in a goddess of a blonde and you have a perverts dream 'quad bike'. To the dismay of many corrupt men, Yuugao was dating a certain Gekkou Hayate to crush any hopes of a Kunoichi Harem for hire. Giggling at the dismayed looks of the Fire Daimyou after the mission they performed for him. Stretching some more she frowned as the sun entered her room at a more uncomfortable level.
The last mission made her smirk with glee, it had started off as a simple document retrieval mission. The Mizukage had some underground tunnel maps that had been stolen by a Jounin Nukenin and had been delivered to Iwa for a hefty price. Unfortunately they had found the Nukenins' corpse in a brothel with a Kama sickle jutting through his Jugular. Slightly disgruntled at the misfortune of lost information they entered Iwa on a facade of a gypsy group that wanted a new life away from Ame.
After a few weeks of surveillance, the team infiltrated the Iwa administration office vault and retrieved the items relevant to the mission. With haste they went for the border, but not before discovering something... Disturbing. A few hundred kilometres from Iwagakure was a large camp filled to the brim with what was a assumed to be over two thousand samurai. Not from the land of Iron though, these were swords for hire, at the time this seemed to not be a bad deal. Until they noticed the three leaders that walked out of the centre tent.
The first was a devious Seventy-Five years of age Ronin known simply as Akisunerai No Ayumu, Ayumu. His aged form riddled with scars from conflicts with Shinobi forces in Ame, Kiri and Iron Country. With long grey hair in a topknot to match his gray eyes and pallid skin, his lean form would emanate power. The Spiked silver cuirass and breastplate would also add to that intimidation. Along with the serrated Zanbatou sheathed along his back.
Second was a cold blooded murdering Assassin whose real name has been forgotten, known only as Hibiki No Shun, or Fast Sound. The reason being his incredible speed demonstrated by his limbs, no one knew his age or heritage, only that the last thing you hear is the feared 'Fast Sound'. With dark black robes covering his body the only sign it was him was a reflective silver mask with two eye slits.
The final one shocked everyone entirely at that point, the infamous blonde terroist, Deidara. Wearing a black cloak with red clouds imprinted at random intervals, it was at that moment that the Kunoichi left the scene. At the halfway mark to the border, Inoko had an argument with her team, for the life of her she couldn't remember what about. One thing led to another, her memory went dark at this point.
The next thing she knew there were flames everywhere and screams of men as they were embraced by death. Opening her eyes at that point she saw her three teammates bathed in blood with dead, emotionless eyes. For a split second she felt shock, that was soon washed away to be replaced with a overwhelming emotion of ecstacy. She liked the deep shade of red that matched the fires, she found the screams an erotic orchestra of sound. Most of all, however, she adored the feeling of control at that moment in time.
With a wild scream of laughter, the final strings that held her manipulative mind together tore apart to allow a new breed of sin to be born. The only thing that bothered her mind, if only temporarily, was that the three alleged leaders of the bandits' bodies were never recovered. Shrugging, her mind erased the thought and focused on other, more important, issues. Such as, how to tease Akira later that evening...
A Few Seconds Later-With Naruto and a Scared Kokoro...
Naruto absorbed the data within the scroll like a Sham-Wow(... Ahem), and was happily painting away along his forearms like a madman. Not once missing a stroke or performing the wrong motion. It was almost rhythmic to see the estranged blonde focusing on something that others would consider useless. Picking up the opened scroll, Kokoro took glances at the seals and then at the intricate patterns being painted on the youths arms.
Naruto, working methodically, seemed to prefer the more... 'flashy' style seals. The first pair were on his wrists, one on each, which were Raiton based, which produced a brief barrier in the form of several arcs of lightening that would attack anything within half a metre. The next pair were smoke generating seals that exuded a large plume of the gas for a good few minutes if need be. 'Quite handy for a getaway', Kokoro though with a mental nod to accompany it.
The next, and final four, were merely basic Katon seals that would project fire out in waves depending on the users chakra. A small amount would create spewing embers, a large would create a vertical current that, if enough chakra was forced into it, would reach the clouds. Although these seemed to be rather simple in theory, they were actually quite difficult to duplicate. Through one of their many discussions, Mikoko had revealed that each of her creations was, in fact, the combination of several main and backup seals that would flow smoothly together.
Even something as simple as generating fire required a simple three set, a base that would absorb oxygen into a compact area. A backup seal that would use the human body's' natural electrical force and amplify it to create a special spark that would ignite the air into a clump of heat. The final overlaying seal was then made to focus the area, without this seal the entire process would leave the users item in flames or charred. Through this basic setup, a great variety of seals could be conjured and improved on for a variety of tasks.
Which is exactly why Mikoko was a prodigy with Fuuinjutsu, on par with the Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato. Quite an amazing feat considering the speculated amount of knowledge that would be required to be on that level. Back to the current situation however, Kokoro rolled up the scroll and reapplied the security seals his wife had placed upon them. Although not a real fan of the Fuuin, he did know security quite well...
With Nanashi-Same Time
Shirtless and sweating madly in the rain, his arms were pulsating appendages of muscle with blue veins appearing ready to rupture. Grunting from the strain of control he was exerting, he flexed the massive arms before slamming them against a boulder. With mild satisfaction, he watched as the rock crumbled from the force. Grimacing he forced more chakra into his arms, unfortunately they could only take so much before he groaned and fell to the ground prostrate. His form twitching from the overexertion.
Even in the rain he was sweating profusely, although his body was naturally adapted to the strain of increasing his muscle capacity. There was a limit defined by a members age of the Kekkai Genkai, the basic rule of increased age grants increased power. In other words, a member reaches the height of power of the bloodline when on their deathbed in plain terms. As such, although Nanashi was in his mind a prodigy, he had plenty of time to reach maximum potential.
However, although the bloodline provided chakra enhanced limbs, it did little for actual muscle growth. So, in theory, if he trained non-stop in chakra enhanced form, then he would become physically fit in normal form. A bonus would also be a greater control of his more muscular form for a future situation. Groaning he slowly lifted himself to his feet and began catching his breath between restrained grunts.
It hurt like hell when he was forcefully pulled out of the form, the extreme pressurising of his muscles usually took a large chunk of natural energy from him. Sadly, it was a weakness that all of the members suffered throughout their lives. Once again he applied chakra to his arms, feeling them bulge with excess muscle, seeing another boulder near him he charged with a battle cry and reeled both arms back. In a split second he threw both forward into the rock, this time he hit it with enough inertia for a small explosion.
After releasing his chakra hold on the arms he fell to the ground again from the strain of pain that erupted in his ligaments. After a few moments the pain subsided to be replaced with weariness, followed by a slight relieving sensation as his body went numb. Bringing himself to his feet, even slower than the previous times he had exhausted the bloodline. Walking over to his other clothing he slowly adorned them after performing a few stretches. The worse thing he could have done was relax after exerting that amount of effort, all of the tense muscles would tense even more and result in a hindrance rather than a bonus to his physique.
To be honest though, Nanashi knew very little of his Clan, it was also embarrassing to admit that he didn't even know which side he inherited it from. It would be fine if it was from his father, but what if it was from his mother, he shuddered at the thought of a hulky female with enlargened ligaments. Since his parents were killed by a lowly Yakuza group, when he was Ten years of age mind you, he hadn't considered the possibility of a Kekkai Genkai in his bloodstream...
Flashback - Roughly Eight Years Ago...
It was a cloudy evening in Kumogakure no Sato, as it tended to be for its namesake. Nanashi had turned Ten a few weeks prior and grinned happily at his parents as they ate dinner in their modest abode. Nanashi was slightly taller than his age group, however he kept his hair cut short like in the military fashion. He was a plain kid with black pants and long sleeved white shirt, the standard attire of civilian middle class boys.
His father was average height and wore his raven hair in a topknot to let his piercing azure eyes be clear. With a sturdy appearance for an engineer, his calloused palms were weathered for any form of machinery, from pocket-watches to generators. As he was home he opted to wear a more comforting red kimono to contradict his eyes.
Nanashis' mother was six months pregnant with a potential sibling for the youth to help raise, she was plain with medium length indigo hair tied into a plait that fell across her left shoulder. Her eyes were a surprisingly bright amber to match her robes. Nanashi remembered little of the times before this night, but what was certain was that he was happy, or more content with his childhood. They were discussing the plans for next weeks vacation to Konoha, celebrating his fathers promotion to engineering manager.
The next few minutes would alter his life for the upcoming years.
It happened too fast to be accurately remembered, all that went through his minds eye were half a dozen suited men crash into the house and tackle his father to the ground, with two more placing a blade at both his and his mothers' throat. After his father stopped struggling, two more men entered the house at a more leisurely pace. The first made his mother scream and his father lose all colour in his face, Hibiki no Shun, the feared Fast Sound Assassin.
His dark clad form walked soundlessly as his reflective mask peered into Nanashis' very soul, embedding a true fear of death. Walking to the restrained form of Nanashis' father kneeling down a serrated blade appeared in a gloved hand, slowly he traced the mans throat with the blade as if to demonstrate where his final wound would be. Standing up again he stepped aside wordlessly to allow everyone to view the next individual, an old grizzled man that used a metal can for support. Dark tanned skin and a pair of wicked gray eyes, his plain black kimono belying his malevolent aura.
Nanashi cannot remember why his senses made him petrified, he should have run, fled away from the next few minutes. The man with the cane walked up to his kneeling father and grimaced at the sight. Before spitting right on his face, "You insufferable worm." His hoarse and raspy voice spoke with disgust. "You steal from us, make promises to us, and then you have the balls to try and forget our agreement?"
Using his cane he smashed the metal into his fathers face, giving a mouthful of blood to the recipient, "After borrowing a good 150,000 ryou, this is how you repay us?" Another hit was delivered to the face, "By openly refusing to abide by our terms?" A third and final hit was delivered to the nose, earning a loud crack as the facial feature broke.
"Your kind disgust me, you steal, use then don't give a shit about the people whom you fucked over to get there. You know, I have made it my personal business to deal with good for nothing pigs like you, and my good acquaintance Hibiki no Shun is more than happy to assist me." He leaned forward slightly with a cracked smirk, "He just loves the idea of tearing open the flesh of people who fuck their betters over, am I right?" He turned to the dark robed figure whom nodded and made a slicing motion around his neck.
Standing up again, the old man motioned for his henchmen to raise Nanashis' father up and pull back via his hair. Exposing his jugular, Nanashi could only watch in horror as Hibiki no Shun stepped back and flicked out another serrated blade from his other sleeve and held them out at adjacent sides. Crouching down slowly, the room went dead silent as the only sound was the restrained sobbing of his mother.
The horrific tension grew until Nanashi closed his eyes at the wrong moment, it was over like that, the moment his eyes opened the deed was done. Hibiki no Shun in front of his father with his arms crossed neatly, the reflective blades glinting as blood sprung forth from the neat wound in the neck. There were no screams, no final gurgle, he was dead the moment that Hibiki no Shun moved, time slowed down as the henchmen allowed the corpse to fall down with a neat and tidy thump.
It was then that his mother screamed one final time, before the robed assassin, no, murderer threw one of the knives into her own Jugular. At this point Nanashis' body seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, because he fell into a heavy coughing fit as tears streamed from his eyes. The assassins deathly silent stride guided him to the female corpse where he efficiently yanked the blade from her throat.
Fear emanated from his form as the reflective mask turned to Nanashis' own face, it seemed at that point that the Shinigami itself was peering into his soul and mocking his own mortal existence. His heart seemed to fail at beating as Hibiki no Shun reeled back his right arm with the bloodied knife in a gloved grip. It was then that Nanashi heard the sound, the sound that gave the murderer his nickname. It was fleeting, only a moment long, and yet it was the most delicate and musical sound he had heard thus far. It was hard to describe the magnificence of it all, memories of his childhood, and yet he would remember that sound, that extravagant music that was followed by intense, mind numbing pain as Hibiki no Shun stabbed Nanashis' sternum directly in the centre.
Even at such a close distance, Nanashi could hear nothing but his own failing heartbeat as his eyes slowly closed into unconsciousness...
End Flashback – Current Time With Nanashi...
His fists clenched to the point where his fingernails dug into his palm hard enough to draw blood. For the past eight years that one sound that haunted him so would give him the mental image of that reflective silver mask and those soulless eye slits. Slowly making his way back to Kokoros' house he forced down the pent up rage that had spiked when the memory was roused from the confines of his mind. It had been sped up since that night, nothing had ever been the same, he had never been the same, especially when he had woken up.
After that fall into unconsciousness he had awoken in a hospital bed with an unimaginable amount of cords and machinery attached to his person. In a fit of panic he screamed loud enough that he had somehow unlocked his bloodline, with chakra he never knew he had he forced them into his limbs and torn out the machines, fleeing from the scene to return home. After a few days of solitude in his old empty room he went outside and snuck into a cart and out of the village.
After escaping the cart the following night, he had erected a small pair of wooden grave markers from durable wood to mark a memorial sight where he laid his parents, in his own way, to rest. No words had been spoken as he stood above them for a few hours. Before shedding a final tear and heading towards where he knew the road was. Becoming a thief had helped him live and survive in the underworld, where he had been subconsciously plotting revenge against Hibiki no Shun, the ageless Assassin...
Undisclosed Location – With Kakashi...
The Kopi Nin Kakashi strolled cautiously through a myriad of underground tunnels that were crawling with the scum of the earth. Small fires and lamps illuminating their imposing, fearsome features, the sheer amount of C or D-class criminals was immense. So immense in fact that the Jounin wondered to himself why he hadn't reported it to the local Daimyo. Shoving that thought aside, he reached the final entrance to what he was here to see.
He was met with a trio of black robed people with plain white masks, each noticed him and pulled out a serrated Chokuto, the gleaming blades failing to have the desired effects on the seasoned Shinobi. With a crack of his neck he was upon them, delivering a solid punch to the face of one, cracking open the mask and exposing a deformed man that fell to the floor with a broken nose. Acting fast he fell to the floor and performed a leg sweep that took out the final two guards that attempted to slash at the Jounins' form.
Following up he roughly picked up the bewildered two that fell to the floor and spun, gripping tightly until he let go, the robed people crashing into opposite walls. Popping his shoulders to show the lack of effort, he picked up the final opponent, whom was trying to stop their bloodied nose from excreting more of said red fluid, by the back of the robe. And began dragging him through the drapes that made the door. Earning a startled, or what he assumed was startled from the white masks, entrance into a wide, yet narrow, room that was full of dark robed people with white masks.
As they cleared a path for the silver haired Jounin, he head straight for the next entrance, where he could hear the faint sound of loud bass blasts through the wooden doors. Pausing for a moment, he used his right leg to kick the doors open, exposing a circular chamber with well over a dozen dark robed people sitting cross legged on blue cushions. Their white masks turning to the Jounin with single black crosses on the front.
In the centre of the darkly lit room were a pair of mature women high on some form of drug, caressing their arms across each other wearing nothing but lingerie and high heeled boots. Their mouths and tongues consistently upon the others with their sweaty forms glistening in the small spotlight. Sitting on the far side was who the Jounin was looking for, the silver mask and small eye slits defining the man upon a wooden armchair as the infamous Hibiki no Shun.
After all attention had been focused on the silver haired man, said man threw the downed opponent he was dragging into the centre. Breaking the two women apart and making all of the other masked figures begin to stand, only to stop as the infamous Assassin raised a gloved hand for them to stop. Snapping his fingers, two men from the previous room escorted the women out in their drug induced stupor.
After the doors had been closed, the music was silenced and Kakashi was motioned to speak by the silver masked murderer. Wasting no time he did just that, "My apologies for my rather rude entrance there, however there is a good reason for it though." Slowly he pulled out a scroll from his vest and showed it to all the occupants. "This scroll contains 1.5 million ryou, along with a personal pardon from the fire Daimyo, allowing you to enter Konohagakure no Sato at your leisure as a haven from Oinin and Bounty Nin."
Hibiki no Shun snapped his fingers again, this time a woman seemingly became a part of the room, to the surprise of Kakashi. She was medium height with long brown hair that reached her buttocks, her petite form covered in a sleeveless black cassock with the bottom half undone an flowing around her booted legs. Her waist and thighs were covered by a pair of tight black leather pants that hugged her curves nicely. Her forearms were also covered by fingerless gloves that ended just past the elbows. The final adornment was a black mask that only covered the top half of her face with no visible slits or holes. Extending her palm she motioned for him to pass it to her, obliging her placed it in her hand.
Walking over to Hibiki no Shun she kneeled before handing the item into his outstretched arms, in a flick of his wrist the scroll was open and flowing in front of his masked face. After a few silent moments the scroll was folded neatly by another flick of the wrist, after that he simply made a lazy motion for Kakashi to continue.
He did so, "I have been sent to apprehend the A-Class Terrorist whom has dubbed himself 'The Trickster', I was informed by my employer to enlist any and all means of help should the need arise. What I am asking is this, will you assist me in the capture of this public enemy by any means necessary. There is a large amount of money in it for you along with a pardon in Konoha, if there is anything else I'm sure it can be arranged with the discretion of both the Hokage and Daimyo-sama."
Silence endured, Kakashi had been blunt, to the point, and intended to leave with an answer, a small bead of sweat traced under his mask. After a few minutes, Kakashi was getting even more concerned when nothing happened. That is, until Hibiki no Shun gracefully stood up from his chair and raised his right hand diagonally towards the ceiling. His followers got the message, and silently bowed before ever so quickly shuffling out of the room.
Everyone except the petite woman that is, she stood beside the much taller Hibiki no Shun wordlessly and supposedly stared at Kakashi. A few more seconds of silence before Hibiki no Shun nodded and the woman spoke in a very deep monotone voice, "Shun-sama is a very upper class man that does not take deals lightly, he makes it very clear that once an agreement has been reached, he intends to abide by his side until the contract becomes null or void for any reason."
Kakashi nodded, "I understand that, I can guarantee that Daimyo-sama will not turn back on his pardon for you." He spoke with confidence.
She shook her head, "It is not only that, after going over the terms, Shun-sama is lead to believe that it involves less than a dozen companions within the pardon. Would this be correct, Kakashi-san?"
Kakashi mentally cursed, he had not looked over the scroll himself, an amateurs mistake! "Alternatives can be made in due time with the correct methods, how many people did you wish to have involved within the contract?"
The woman replied almost immediately, "Have you borne witness to the amount of residents within this abode?"
Kakashi mentally cursed again, that many people? "It will take pulling some strings, however I am sure that it can be extended to all of your compatriots."
"Shun-sama has also taken note of the amount of money that you wish to use as a bargaining chip for his services. This will not be required as Shun-sama has a string of multiple bank accounts that can supply his own necessary funds for the foreseeable future."
Kakashi now mentally cheered, though he let nothing show, Konoha would be spared of losing some money, "That can be arranged with little fuss over the details."
"There are still a few details of the agreement that were not specified, one such detail is the Pardon itself; will it cover past actions, or is it also applicable for the future, if so would that mean that Shun-sama will be able to continue working with clients?"
"It would only cover past actions, however working with certain... clients that would benefit Konoha will, to my knowledge, be tolerated."
"Will the pardon include all of our, as you put it, 'compatriots' for these actions?"
"Hai."
"One more thing, if you will, Kakashi-san."
"By all means."
"Can you guarantee that everything we have just spoken, and verbally agreed to, will be approved of by your immediate superiors. To Shun-samas' knowledge, a Jounin has very little leverage in Shinobi political gambles."
"As I have stated earlier, I will pull some strings to get the agreement more appropriate."
"Are these 'strings', linked with either the Daimyo or Hokage to a firm point?"
"I am the last of the Hatake Clan, I have more then enough leverage politically when it comes to these matters."
"Can you assure Shun-sama, that you are correct in your political standing on this matter?"
"Hai."
"Are you willing to sign a document detailing so, if not, are you willing to add to the existing document until such a more applicable bargain is reached?"
"Hai."
"I'm afraid there is still one more thing on Shun-samas' agenda."
"Of course."
"Why would Konoha go through all of this trouble to capture a mere A-Class Nukenin-"
"Actually he never graduated from the Academy, that is why his status is an A-Class Terroist."
"-My apologies, a mere A-Class Terroist? Couldn't your ANBU Black ops. be more appropriate and less time consuming."
Kakashi began to mentally curse again, "In the reports it said that he tore the ANBU squads chasing him by simply raising his hands, that also brings out the reason he is also an A-Class and not S-Class. He never sticks around long enough for an enduring conflict, our reports indicate he is better at his own version of guerrilla warfare. Where he uses some form of explosive to not only make his escape, but also cause serious collateral damage."
"Do you have any of these reports with you?"
Kakashi quirked his brow, "I have copies of all the reports on as many of his exploits as we are aware of, he doesn't appear to like leaving too many witnesses."
"Shun-sama will need those for viewing later, for now Kakashi-san, please sign here..."
Another Undisclosed Location – With Nagatou...
The dark robes of Peins' cloak fluttered in the wind as he stood on top of a small mountain, the ever-present rain now backed with an ice chilling wind. However the body of Pein paid no heed to the antics of the weather, only focusing ahead, the Rinnegan blazing as it zoomed in on a certain area a long distance away.
While the Rinnegan was a mutation of the alleged Rikudou Sennin, Pein speculated rarely if it was just a rare appearance when conditions were just right. While not having the scope range of the Byakugan, or the chakra sensing capabilities of the Sharingan. It could enhance a certain amount of visibility by a good 75%. Whilst atop the mountain, his water detection jutsu held an even wider range but reduced its effectiveness.
While only one of six controlled bodies, Nagatou paid particular attention to the one dubbed Pein, it had been his first and he held an unhealthy sentimental attachment to it. After scoping out the plains and the distant forest with many manors dotted here and there, he leapt forward and began sliding down the steep rock surface. Using chakra to increase drag and grip the rock more often, thus reducing inertia, and in turn, danger.
The trip only lasted a few seconds, and the landing was well executed, however he still had a lot of ground to cover before nightfall, if he hoped to reach Kokoro the Bounty Nins' house to meet with the infamous Trickster...
Kokoros' House – With Naruto...
Naruto had spent the remainder of his day, after painting his new myriad of seals on his person with waterproof ink, redecorating his 'room'. Well he called it redecorating, others would call it defiling something pure;
The bed sheets, which were once white, were now dyed a dark purple and the pillows a moss green. The desk was neatly covered in an assortment of blades and explosive, or custom, paper tags. He had even found a dusty old mirror in a random room and set it up beside his bed with a kunai and new cans of paint. No matter what anyone would say or do, he would eventually succumb to the urge of ripping into his skin and making a smile pop up.
Truth be told, he bore an unhealthy obsession with self injury and painting. So much so that it even scared Inoko on the mild level, oh well though, her loss at not having some fun. He still found himself giggling at the bamboozled and fearful face that Nanashi had shown him. Eventually it was too much and he made a small chuckle at the expense of tears escaping his crazed eyes.
He had seen a face like that before, years before he finally had enough...
Flashback – Naruto Age 6...
The pain he felt was immense, the blunt and sharp objects hammering and clawing at his body like a cornered animal. The teenagers attacking with such unbridled fury that it was almost heinous to use this much vigour in a beating. All he had wanted to do was say 'hi' to the other kids at the elementary school, he had assumed that civilian, 'normal', kids would treat him better than the Shinobi youth.
He hadn't taken into account that many of these kids had older brothers or sisters, many of them with a lot of strength to back up tough words. By the time he had seen them sprinting towards him, it had been too late, a rock was thrown and hit his left eye dead centre. The excruciating pain instantly forcing himself to grip the wound. Then they were on top of him, using any and all means they had to inflict pain on his form.
Some of the younger kids even seemed to follow the older kids demonstration and joined in, or cheered the older youth on;
"That's right punch him good!"
"Beat him up!"
"Smash him!"
"Keep kicking him!"
"Hit him harder!"
"Yeah!"
"Good Job!"
What stung him the most was the half a dozen teachers just standing not even twenty metres away, pointing, laughing and smoking casually at the blondes expense. His screams fell on deaf ears as the beating entered the next five minutes, his body bleeding all over, his whimpering earning cackles from the teens;
"What's the matter dipshit? Can't get up?" A gothic looking girl yelled while using a rusty metal bar.
"Awe... Does it hurt?" A lanky looking sixteen year old taunted with a pair of brass knuckles.
"Here lemme give ya some more!" A rather burly looking boy of around fourteen smirked with a knife.
"Don't worry there's plenty more!" A hideous looking girl of eighteen spat in his face with her own acne covered features, "This is just the beginning!"
A rage had been building up over the past few comments, so white hot that it numbed out the pain, blocked out the voices, and made his vision red. Something snapped and when the gothic girl tried to hit him again. With animalistic intent, he gripped the metal and pulled, hard.
With surprise she fell forward, causing enough confusion for him to scramble up and swing the bar at the back of her head. A crunch of her now damaged skull, and a major dent in the bar showed the amount of force he slammed her with. The teens backed off to leave a circle around the bloodied Naruto holding the bar and the downed Goth girl.
Storming up to her head he yanked it up by the hair and screamed into her unconscious face, "WHAT'S THE MATTER DIPSHIT? CAN'T GET UP!"
He turned to the next person closest, the lanky teen with the knuckles, and used both arms to throw the dented bar dead centre into his throat. The victim falling in uncontrollable coughing fits from the lack of air, his body in spasms from lack of oxygen, "AWE! DOES IT HURT?"
Charging for the burly kid he yanked the small knife from his hand, then began slashing and stabbing wildly at the petrified teen. Down within seconds and still being stabbed roughly, wildly and all the more animalistic, "HERE LEMME GIVE YA SOME MORE!"
The girl with the acne was next, he leapt up with adrenaline infused strength and forced her to the ground. His hands gripped around her throat tightly and squeezing harder by each second, her soundless thrashing a horror for the other screaming youths, "DON'T WORRY THERE'S PLENTY MORE!" A final thrash and her body went limp.
Getting up he glared at the teachers that were now trying to keep the children behind them, snarling he failed to notice his clawed hands, or his elongated canines, or that his eyes were slit and crimson. "THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING!" He roared and began to charge towards them.
It was then that the ANBU arrived and tackled him to the ground, one pulling out a fast acting sedative that he injected straight into the thrashing blondes neck. The effects were almost instantaneous thanks to his increased blood flow, he was out like a match. The teachers now left to calm the whimpering and lifelong disturbed children, while the Police Force arrived to clean up the mess a few minutes later...
End Flashback – Current Time...
Now that he thought about it, what was that surge of power he had experienced. He had read up on the human body and nearly everything he felt was worth learning about. Adrenaline and accelerants he had also looked up on, what he had felt was no adrenaline rush, he had felt that on his nightly endeavours. And he was certain that none of the teens had injected or made him eat anything other than knives and fists.
He shrugged and decided that he really didn't care about the 'How he did it'. More along the lines of , 'Did you see their faces?' or, 'Those were the good times...' Or around something like that. From what he could tell from the weather patterns he had experienced the past few days, it would be evening in an hour or two. Grinning his usual grin he decided on impulse to check on what Inoko was doing.
Strolling casually along the hallway, he aimed for the Yamanaka girls room, ignoring a passing wave from a soaked Akira. Reaching said room, he knocked three times and waited for a response rocking side to side. When there was no response he frowned slightly before knocking again, "Inoko-chan! It's Naruto! Open up!"
Again no response, getting mildly annoyed he opened the door and simply walked in, "Inoko-chan! Are you in he-!" He was cut off at what he saw, there lay Inoko, in nothing but her underwear. But that wasn't the best part in his preteen mind, oh no. The best part was that one of her straps had slid over her shoulder and halfway on her upper arm. But here was the next bonus, she was sound asleep on her right side!
!WARNING! – Sexual action up ahead! Skip ahead to the next Bold message to avoid reading!
Closing the door behind him he crept forward until he was right beside her, her soft breathing barely a faint whisper. Breathing in her exquisite scent that clung to her at all times, he decided to take a better look at her form. True she was a few years his senior, and way out of his league in normal standards, but that didn't mean he couldn't admire her voluptuous form. With that well rounded buttocks and firm yet large breasts, even a ten year old could tell this was one hot babe. What with the cute bipolar persona, blonde hair, blue eyes and flirtatious tendencies, hell Mitarashi Anko would have a hard time becoming better.
Looking closer at the strap he could just imagine sliding that strap off her arm in her deep sleep and revealing those alluring breasts. So tempting in fact, that his hand began moving on its own to slide the strap slowly across her smooth skin. His heartbeat accelerated as the thought, and most likely outcome, of success sunk in.
With a final motion it was off, and more of the cleavage was revealed, but still not enough to satisfy his pent up preteen hormones. Looking at the actual cup, he concentrated on being gentle, and slowly pushed her onto her back. Noticing no change in her slumber, he then slowly began to pull off the bra diagonally downwards. Until he earned his prize.
Right there, in front of his own face was Inokos' set of well sought after breasts. The nipples going erect from the sudden temperature change. He was amazed at how well matched and soft they looked, once again preteen hormones took over and he slowly used his right hand to get a soft hold of her left one. Again astonished at how soft yet firm they were, unknowingly he began kneading it to try and get a better feel. His other hand grasping her right breast he began softly kneading them into each other.
A soft moan escaping her sleeping lips gave his instincts the conclusion that her body was enjoying this. Smirking he decided to be a bit bolder, all doubt out of mind he brought his mouth to her left nipple and used his tongue to gently and briefly lick the tip. Earning a shudder and brief gasp from her sleeping form. He found it didn't really taste bad, in fact it allowed him to breathe in her scent more so than before.
Taking that one extra step, he placed his mouth onto her nipple, suckling and licking it tenderly, her brief moans and shudders driving him on. His instincts seemingly making him enjoy those sounds and bits of movement more and more. After a minute or two he switched to the other nipple and began tenderly applying his mouth while his hands continued to knead the body parts gently.
Every minute or so he would change the location of his mouth to the opposite side, enjoying her soft slumbering moans. He also noticed his pants felt way too tight for his liking, which was odd to him at that point in time since he took the pair that was a size up. Shrugging it off he continued to massage her upper body for awhile until his hormones urged him to look down at her nether region. He gulped for the first time in a couple of weeks before he left her breasts alone and took a close look at her panties, noticing a miniscule patch of dampness . Curious to find the source of the fluid he took one last look at her sleeping form before slowly dragging her panties off her well tones and luscious legs. Tossing them away out of disinterest he returned to her crotch, where a small patch of blonde hair was protruding above what Naruto deduced was her vagina.
Slowly seperating her legs to get a better look he peeked closer to see if any of the fluid was around her thighs. He blushed briefly at discovering it was actually on her entrance, he took another glance at her sleeping form before making the brave decision to try and get rid of the fluid in case she found out when she woke up. Tenderly he rubbed the flesh to get rid of the fluid, only to find that there was a lot more then he expected, and it was spreading, fast. Slight panic entering his mind he took another brief glance at her face before taking a deep breath, the only way he could get all of it off, was all at once.
Bringing his face closer to her flesh he opened his mouth and elongated his tongue, the idea was that it would be dry enough to absorb the strange fluid. Reaching the point of no return he furrowed his brows and close his eyes before quickly licking upwards around her entrance. A quick gasp and brief tensing of her form made him jump back in panic, his wide eyes quickly darting around to make sure no one saw him.
!END OF SEXUAL ACTION!
With adrenaline pumping madly he quickly yet tenderly located and put her panties back into place. Following up with her bra and exiting out of the room as quietly and quickly as physically possible, out of paranoia he bolted back to his own room to recover himself. His heavy breathing and matching blush at what he had been doing soon replaced with his insane grin and wide eyes. He was wrong about his Final Trick, what he had been doing for a good fifteen minutes undetected was more than a match in his mind for any Performance.
Looking down at his pants he found they were loose again and then raised a brow in curiosity, why were they so tight before. Did his... Thing, get an erection like that health book said it does when it was aroused or something...
Sometimes when I lie,
I know you're on to me,
Sometimes I don't mind,
How hateful that I can be.
Sometimes I don't try,
To make you happy,
I don't know why I do the things I do to you but…
Sometimes I don't wanna be better,
Sometimes I can't be put back together,
Sometimes I find it hard to believe,
There's someone else who could be,
Just as messed up as me,
Sometimes don't deny,
That everything is wrong,
Sometimes rather die,
Than to admit it's my fault.
Sometimes when you cry,
I just don't care at all,
I don't know why I do the things I do to you but…
I want someone to hurt,
Like the way I hurt,
It's sick but it makes me feel better.
Sometimes I can't hide,
The demons that I face,
Sometimes don't deny,
I'm sometimes sinner sometimes saint!
Song Name- Sometimes
Album- Awake
Artist- Skillet
Composer- John Cooper
Omake
A Few Days Ago...
Akira was minding his own business, strolling down the halls in his bandage wrapped form when he heard Inoko say something that stopped him dead.
"No way! You were that good! B-But it was your first time!" He froze at what she was implying and listened to more.
"What can I say, I'm a Natural." He heard Narutos' voice coming from the room and creeped closer to here even more.
"B-But even that Big Finale would take years of stamina and practice to accomplish?" Akira couldn't believe what he was hearing.
It was the final reply that got Akira stunned, "Maybe I was just born to do this every day."
He had had enough, kicking open the door he was about to declare a large speech on the rules of the manor when he stopped dead again.
Naruto and Inoko turned away from what they were watching to see a pale Akira. Naruto waved with a grin, "Yo! Akira-san, wanna see me make my first kill! I managed to find the security tape for it!"
AN: Phew! I spent a good six hours finishing this off! You know the drill on what I'm about to say; any questions, queries, thoughts, opinions, etc. Please leave in a review with a vote on the poll for the outcome! For those of you whom read the sexual section, thoughts on how I did, any tips on improving or any good morale boosters are welcome.
R&R Ja Ne!