Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, except my O
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, except my O.C.'s and the Dragon Scrolls.
Book One: The Shadows of Deceit
Chapter Two: The Shadow Dragon Scroll
FLASHBACK
Crimson life painted the chalk white walls and tapestries, dripping onto wooden floors, staining them. The young woman's face still twisted in a look of pure terror, her eyes, once blue and loving, were now glazed over, still wide in fear and horror. Blood stained her blond curls, wildly framing her face in a halo of scarlet stained gold. A bloody angel lay on the floor, a single tear escaping from her dead eyes, still weeping even in death.
"Babe, you look better dead." She cowered in the corner, watching her sister's killer. His voice was black steel, and pleasant at the same time, sweet as any man's could be, which made all the more frightening. He was so normal, so quiet and peace-loving no one ever expected for him to….
He cut into her, silver glinting in the moonlight, ripping pieces off her with his mouth, slurping the blood from her broken skin. To him it was as delicious treat as dango, sweet as vanilla as it ran down his throat, his tongue tracing over the knife.
His steel gray eyes fell upon the body under him, giving the girl in the corner a look at satins tainting his kimono, and the look of primal lust on his handsome face. He crushed his lips onto his dead sister's cold ones, taking off her red kimono in the process, revealing a pale marble body beneath, completely nude.
He deepened the kiss, placing his tongue in the corpse's mouth. Blood seeped out, as he bit her bottom lip, and then moved to her tongue again, this time biting down and tearing it out and swallowing it. The sick squelching sound reached for her ears as she continued to watch, trembling in fright.
His kisses moved to the breasts, sucking her nipples and tearing them off. The knife came back as he skinned her breast and ate the skin off. And he began to suck the muscle underneath, lapping up the blood up, and squeezing the other in his hand. Slowly he stopped, smiling a twisted smile; he drilled his clawed hands in her chest until he hit her heart. Her body jerked when the veins and arteries snapped away, falling in ribbons onto her skin. he licked the blood trails on his hands.
He left the body, and from her corner, to afraid to move, she watched as he pulled a pearlescent case from his bag. He plopped the heart plop into the case run along on of its walls, leaving a blood trail until it hit the bottom.
"Now I have something to remember you by." There was his voice, that voice that drove her crazy. It was so smooth, so sexy, black steel in her ears. She had wanted him at one time because of it, but now the beauty repelled her. It was dangerous, threatening that if she moved the same fate would befall her.
Footsteps silently made their way back to the body, he undid his pants, pulling out his erect member, a smirk on his lips. Kneeling, he grasped the limp legs, spreading them apart and plunging inside. He grunted with force as he continually plunged in and out, faster and faster until he released in a wolf's howl, loud and cruel in the room. sweat drenched and flushed, he fell upon his sister again, pressing kisses all over her face. He cupped her head in his hands, still kissing her. Nails plunged into her sockets, scraping them out. Finally he stopped, head in one hand, eyes in another, he spoke to her eyeless face.
"I couldn't leave your eyes," his tone in a seductive whisper, "they're as blue and beautiful as sapphires." The last words he uttered before dropping the lifeless body to the floor. The head bounced to turned and face her in the corner, causing her to whimper.
He turned to look at the trembling girl, he smiled sweetly. His voice, the one that threatened her, the told her if she had even so much as made a move, even a sound that she would die said to her, "I haven't forgotten about you."
Gray eyes locked onto blue. He got up slowly walking to her, every step bringing him closer to her. She was quivering violently, backing herself against the wall trying so hard to distance herself from him. She wanted to run, to scream, but his gaze, haunting and deadly, wouldn't let her move. All she saw were those grey eyes burning into her soul. Closer and closer they came, until inches from her face,
"You're mine." Grey bled blood red.
END OF FLASHBACK
Black gave way to white, as she opened her eyes.
"Ahh!" The light burned into her eyes as they adjusted to the room around her. It cold and concrete, more like a prison than a room. 'How did I get here?' She went to rub her aching head but found she couldn't. Desperately she tried to lift her arms, but the rope held tight, digging into the soft flesh. Her legs were no different, bound to the chair. She kept trying to move, to break free, the chair bounced up and down with her movements. She found she was naked, breasts bouncing in rhythm.
"So you're awake now." She stilled. It was him. The nightmare was real she realized as she looked at him. His eyes were glowing red and his ivory fangs glinted catching the light, the rest was shaded by darkness. She screamed but they were by the cloth in her mouth.
"There won't be any of that now." He moved out of the shadows, closing in on her like before, "But you will tell me," he was behind in a flash, lips brushing against her ear, "where the scroll is." Tears ran down her cheek, dripping onto her nude body.
"You'll tell me," he said soft and dangerous, breath on her next, "or you'll die." More crystal tears made trails down her face. He leaned into her, his heat rolling off him making her quiver. Slowly he reached up and removed the cloth from her mouth," Now tell me where it is."
"Never."
"Feisty aren't we." He sliced into her thigh with a kunai, dragging it across until the skin fell to the floor. Screams tore from her throat, she tried to free herself again so frantically this time as whimpered. He lips returned to her ear. "Let's play a game, shall we. You have three chances to answer my question. Each time you answer wrong you lose a body part… or something else I have in mind," he smirked at this, " If you still haven't answered by the end of the third question… you die." She flinched.
"Now, where's the scroll?"
"Go to hell."
"Tisk, tisk." He grabbed her left breast, crushing it with so much force she screamed. He began to massage it in his hand, kneading i. She bit her lips to sop the moans from escaping. He moved in front of her and sucked at her nipple, making her bite her lip harder In one quick motion, he'd cut through it, plunging it deep within her chest then tearing it upward. Her breast, two halves dripping scarlet, enticing him, making him excited. He squeezed out all the blood, pouring it in his mouth. His tongue licked at the wound, the stinging pain ran through her spine, ringing inside her. He stood up, at eye level, red boring into blue.
"Where's… the… scroll?" He asked again. licking the blood from his fingers.
"I don't know." He grabbed the other breast, and dug the kunai into its flesh and ripping it out. Red, pulsing muscle hung out of the wound, beckoning to him. He grabbed in and pulled from the broken flesh. The sounds he made made her sick as he dropped the torn pink flesh in his mouth, swallowing it. Blood poured from the two wounds, streaming down her abs and pooling around her legs and on the seat of the chair. Her screams his evil music.
"This is your last chance. Where is the Shadow Dragon Scroll?"
"I… don't.. know!!" It came out in a mangled cry. She didn't want to die, not yet. Streams came falling off her, stinging when the salty tears found their way to her wounds, trailing her torso and mixing with the blood. She choked out sobs, ' Please God save me.'
The kunai was driven into her core. She shrieked, yelling for god to save her. Blood pooled onto the metal and seeping in a waterfall off the edge. " Even God doesn't know about this place," his smirk stolen from the devil. In a flash he was behind her again
Pulling Back her head and placing the kunai at he thought. "Oh… Sorry… that's the wrong answer."
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Shikamaru walked to the Hokage's office, in no hurry to hear what he had to do now. 'Missions, mission, missions, that's the only word this troublesome woman knows, or at least the only words she says to me.' He groaned to himself, why his mission couldn't ever be to lay in the grass, or watch the clouds like usually did, was that so much to ask.
The ramen shop came into came into view. Shika's thoughts began to drift back to his earlier dream. Her body had been flawless, and she was as beautiful as ever. Her wondrous teal eyes drove him mad. He wanted to touch her that way for so long, ever since she'd saved him from that stupid, pink haired bitch. The way she moved then was so elegant, her form emphasized her curved. He stared at her intently then, taking it all in, the swell of her chest, the curve of her hips.
Damn Ino, why did she have ruin it. When he opened the door, thankfully with boxers on, he gave her such a growl that Kiba would be proud of, effectively shutting her up. He'd grabbed her arm in the process, stopping her from beating on the door. "Don't ever come here and wake me up again." The threat in his tone scared her. He threw her hand from him like it repulsed him, and with that she hurried away from his apartment.
After his dream he had take a shower, coaxing himself to calm down. The coolness helping him the best way possible. Finally his member went back to normal size, much to his relief, good thing Ino didn't look down. He grabbed a towel, wrapped in around himself, all the while walking to his room. Eyes drifted to his bed, a tangled mass of blue linen. His sheets were a mess, coated in his emissions from his wet dream, staining the blue milky white in some places.
"What a drag," he sighed, "now I have to the laundry."
Why did she have to be so tempting? Shikamaru hadn't seen her in over a year and she could still get him all worked up. The wiles of women and what they could do to a man were indeed new to the lazy genius, and something he would never figure out all together. They plague him as he walked past, the smell of ramen thick in the air.
His thoughts took him all the way up to the office, causing a slight, but otherwise unnoticeable bulge. He knocked on the door. 'What a drag.'
"Come in," Lady Tsunade sounded as though she was irritated. Probably because he took his time getting to her office, he didn't care. "Glad you could finally join us," she basically hissed, "Temari and I have been waiting for you to show.
Shikamaru's eyes widened, 'T-Temari?' He turned to see her and instantly stiffened, she could not be Temari, or he was high as hell.
"Aren't you going speak to me… crybaby?" She teased him. So this was Temari, only she would ever call him that, but she looked so… different. Her hair was no longer in it'd four ponytails, but was falling down her back in luscious golden curls. Her eyes were still the color of the sea, but became cat-like and sultry. She traded in her black kimono for a flowing silk one, as silvery as the moon. It clung to her, hugging her hourglass shape, the front came up past her thigh, showing off her glorious tan skin, while the back draped down almost to the floor. Her breasts became fuller, as big as Tsunade's were, and a silk white obi tied tightly around her slender waist. Damn what could happen in a year.
"Shikamaru Nara," The Fifth's voice held anger, which meant she had been trying to get his attention for a while. He started to rub the back of his head, " Sorry." 'Damn her for being so sexy.'
"Now the reason I've called you two her has to do with a very important matter.." She paused for a minute, "It seems that someone working with Orochimaru is bent on collecting twelve powerful scrolls called the Dragon scrolls."
"Why are they so important?" asked Temari
Tsunade continued, "Each scroll can summon a specific elemental dragon. The dragon can then be sealed in that person like the Kyubbi in Naruto, or they can control the beast. With that power Orochimaru could level our village, so you see why this matter needs to be taken care of."
Both shinobi nodded. "But why us?" Shikamaru was puzzled as to why she would choose him for such a mission.
" You two are two of the best ninja we and the sand have, so retrieve the scrolls from the temples they are kept in and do not come back until you have found them all. You are dismissed."
Shikamaru walked beside Temari, thinking to himself. 'This is going to be one hell of a mission. But at least it's with her.'
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He was done licking the blood off her, and walked out of the concrete room. "You should have just told me." He smile, fangs gleaming, "To bad." Behind her body was limp and still with cuts all over her, sliced into her with malice. Her head had cuts all over it, her eyes ripped from her sockets. Crimson life poured them from the forehead into the empty holes. He grinned at in her plaster colored face and tossed her head to the ground.
"You should have just told me where it was." He laughed maliciously staring into his hand, into her sapphire eyes, "The Shadow Dragon Scroll is mine."
My second chapter is done, hoped you enjoyed it.