Naruto: The Story of the Moth, Part I

by Shil.ancz.oh

What if we learned the story of one jinchuriki, from the very beginning? What if Indra and Ashura had a sister… a powerful Seer, who'd show humans their true Darkness, leading them towards the Light? What if her reincarnation lived the life of Izumi Nanusake? Her Shinengan, worthy of competing with Sharingan, slowly casing shadow on the ninja world, in the days of Naruto Uzumaki.

1. Chapter 1: The Night Of

Naruto: The Story of the Moth, Part I

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Ratings: Adult themes, sexual references.

Naruto AU. I do not own any Naruto characters.

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Chapter 1: The Night Of

Akira knelt in front of an old altar, clenching her fists until the knuckles whitened. Puckles of snow-white hair covered her rosy cheeks falling down on her delicate shoulders. She closed her eyes in concentration. It has been 5 years since her birth, and even many more since the birth of the second youngest member of the clan to which she belonged. Her mother, one of the family's most distinguished shinobis, had gained an even greater position among her relatives thanks to her newfound fertility. Although it felt like Akira may truly become the last of the Nanusake. The thought frightened her. Tonight the women would make the attempt to extend the dying bloodline once more.

"Dear mother Moth, if you can hear me, send me a little sister, I beg you. Give my mother Midori your gift tonight" Akira whispered her prayer with a soft, trembling voice.

The flames of the candles flickered faintly. Suddenly, an incredibly fluffy white moth flew by to sit on the cold stone of the altar, attracted by the mesmerizing glow of the fire. Akira looked up at the insect with her beautiful bright turquoise eyes. She smiled, running her hand along the insect's tiny fur. Traces of dried blood from the girl's fingernails marked its coat.

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A group of men, wearing robes, were waiting under the round altar, in the stone hall divided into two areas. Elder women in horn crowns, sitting on the podium around the ritual fires and the stone altar started to play instruments and sing, their synchronised and pure voices filling the place with mesmerising melodies.

Younger priestesses started to dance. They were all wearing masks, showing only the lower parts of their faces. Moving their bodies to the sound of ritual music, they started to slowly approach the guests. Their feminine beauty was stunning the men, leaving them hungry, impatient and speechless. The rules were strict - you are not allowed to touch any of the divine priestesses until one chose you herself, giving consent to make your move.

Waves of long dark hair would flow around the room with every passionate movement. The glow of torches and numerous candles reflected off their sylphlike bodies covered with essential oils. They wore nothing but transparent skirts, long and light as butterfly wings and numerous chains and bracelets glittering with gold and diamonds. Each of the girls, with mesmerizing movements, slowly approached the man she had chosen. She would give him the dance of his life, slowly joining her chosen one in a loving embrace. The sounds of ritual drums, strings of guitars, pipes and rattles carried through the high ceilings of the ritual hall, complimented by the singing of the older priestesses and the passionate groans of the Youth.

One of them was a wild-eyed, black-haired beauty, Midori, named after her deep, grass-green eyes. The girl seemed to be the most involved in the ritual, showering her partner with kisses, and bursting out with a warm, euphoric laugh every now and then. She acted as if in love, completely absorbed by the handsome man who reciprocated her passion with equal zeal. The two of them lay in each other's arms, bathed in the candlelight and the intense energy surrounding them that evening, their companions' moans of pleasure still resounding, but Midori and her perfect stranger seem to be completely oblivious to it. They would stare into each other's eyes and, hungry for intimacy, exchange kisses. He suddenly removed a red ribbon from his long hair, wrapping it around Midori's wrist, pushing aside the gold bracelets that covered her strong yet smooth and shapely arm. She smiled cheerfully, pressing her head against his chest.

After a passionate night in the embrace of Cupid, the priestesses eventually started to leave. Slow and naked, gathered their scarce clothing and bode farewell to their lovers. One by one, they put their masks back on, the only clothing left on their bodies at the end. They go back down to the altar and out into the back of the temple. The men would soon return to their countries and villages, keeping the night a contractual secret. Leaving behind seeds that were hoped to produce more beautiful and powerful warriors months later. They keep a pact with the clan never to return, under any circumstances, to try to find their mates or descendants. A year later, a new group of fortunate shinobis will once again grace the Nanusake temple to partake in the love ritual.