Hello to all my loyal readers, I forgot mention Chapter 2 was based on a Halloween poem I wrote last year. My teacher told me I was crazy, she was just joking, and that my poem was the grossest thing she ever read, this part she was completely serious about. I enjoy taking in my twisted, warped personality. Enjoy chapter 3.
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 3: Bloody Holiday
Sweat coated his face as he embroiled his self into what he was doing. No one else could ever understand why it was so essential for him to do this. He draped a streamer, lining it up against the roof's curved lip with pinpoint precision so it would fall evenly on both sides. He hung decorative balls up the sides, carefully placing the same number one each side.
"There, finished!" The man was finally done putting up the decorations around the temple. The festival was drawing near, a mere two hours in counting, and everything had to be perfect. He'd also gotten word two important shinobi were coming to attend, so if there was even one slight mistake, he'd have a heart attack. He wanted this festival to impact them in a way they'd never forget,
Taking a step back, he smiled. He had really outdone himself this time; surely the two would be impressed now. Running a hand through his blonde locks, a shadow cut through the piercing sunlight, grey taking in the black streak in the sky.
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Green passed in a blur behind them, their silence veiling them with tension as only the sound of sandals were heard clicking against gnarled branches. This was killing him inside; he longed so badly to talk to her, wanting her to tell him about the past year. But he couldn't find the words to start the conversation, not around her at least.
Shikamaru's body coursed with pure anxiety not knowing what to do in the presence of the beautiful blonde kunochi. After a dream like that, all he could think about was their bodies, hot a sweaty, flushed from the heat of passion. It didn't help that every time she jumped from tree to tree her kimono flew up revealing all of her slender legs and thigh, muscles flexing in a suggestive manor. He could see himself now attempting to break the silence. 'Hey, last night I had a dream about you. It almost got to the part where I stared to pound the innocence out of you.'
He shuddered, if he said that he'd be dead in an instant, after all the silver maiden in front of him was still Temari. She'd probably cut him into pieces with the wind letting his essence sprinkle all over the forest like scarlet rain. Shika kept his mouth shut, he really did enjoy living and breathing, even though all he used it for was to stare at clouds.
'What a drag'
They finally reached there destination, deep within the Forest of Death.
Memories rushed through his mind. This is the place where he first laid eyes on her all those years ago, her spell casted over him as it did now. He reminisced, she could simply be described as cute then, and blunt and arrogant. Back then she was so desperate to show her skills, to prove she was a great ninja. Over the years she became quieter, the silent realization she was a great nin, and now she didn't have to be so showy. He liked her better that way, a smile spreading across his face.
"What's so funny?" One her eyebrows were cocked, wordlessly demanding to know whatever it was he that he did. Some of her sauciness still clung to her, deeply rooted in her.
His smile grew, " Nothing." She continued to stare, scrutinizing under her judging stare. It looked like she was trying to decided whether he was trying to get on her nerves, or he had just went crazy. After a while, she huffed in annoyance, a trademark of hers.
"Whatever…. idiot, we're here."
They gazed down into the valley, taking in the sight below. Dark ominous gates jutted up from the grass like spears, daring anyone to try a jump over them. The temple itself was made of black stone, jagged pieces stacked together like a jigsaw puzzle. Sunset rays glared through the window, making in as though the inside was ablaze with orange red flames, giving the house life. It beckoned them with the windows that were its eyes, 'Come to me.' Of course the temple of shadows had to be in the most frightening place in all of Konoha, it wouldn't first in a place filled with sun and joy.
" Let's get this over with." Shikamaru's laziness hung in his voice. Both ninja made hang signs, disappearing in a wisp of white smoke. Down the cesium, they soared invisibly, appearing at the front gates.
" Hmm… that's strange the gates are open and no one's guarding them at all. Temari observed this while her brain came up with possibilities as to what happened. " Do you think that man Tsunade warned us about… do you think…"
"He was here." Shikamaru finish for her. " Yeah, but he didn't get what he came for."
"How do you know?"
" Call it a gut feeling," he stared the gates, bent and pushed open with sheer force, then proceeded in, Temari at his sight. The temple was eerily soundless, the stillness suffocating. Something seemed strange. There were no guards at the gates, and no monks sat outside to meditate. " Shika- where are all the-" The sight before her ripped the words from her lips.
She and Shikamaru gaped at what faced them. Intestines hung from the roof, draped down like streamers, brown patches of dried blood still clinging to them. Eyeballs were tied around them, blankly staring in the directions they were pointed, swaying slowly as the wind blew. A heart was hung, veins protruding like black lined etched in with a knife, at each corner, a hole carved in the center that house flickering candles.
"What a sick fuck.." the words caught in his throat as he still stared, eyes glued to the grotesque spectacle at hand.
" Come on let's go find the scroll." She grabbed him, pulling him past the bloody mess, and it an even ghastlier hell, The walls, coated in a sickening brown, like someone tried to use it as paint. Gut were strung and fasted in spots to make it seem like waves near the ceiling. Limbs were tied to the curves, stains frozen in droplet form, as the blood coagulated. Eyes peered down on them as the walked through the temple.
Temari suddenly became sick, a little boy's corpse had fallen from it's place on the ceiling directly in front of Temari. The sick squelching sound suck in her ears, when upon impact he burst, spewing brown blood and his organs slid out off his body to the floor. A note jutted out of one of his empty decaying socket. Quivering, she reached for it note, tearing in from it's spot in his eye- he was no older than six, he didn't deserved this, none of these people did.
The note, tainted with a rotting stench of flesh, read:
'To our two honored guests,
I hope you find that we've made accommodations in your behave to make this you most memorable Shadow Dragon festival. It took me all day to decorate and repaint this place, and I didn't even mind not being paid for it. For you two great ninja I did this…free of charge.
" He knew we were coming, that's why he did this to scare us, but he still doesn't' t have the scroll." He was consumed with the smell of diseased flesh. Green tinted skin hung off the torso's above. He had to get out of here now.
" How do you know he hasn't found the scroll? She didn't understand what made him think this psycho didn't already have the scroll. From the looks of things, they had failed at retrieving the first one.
" Read between the lines Temari! He said he wasn't paid, meaning they didn't give him what he was looking for, because the temple elders probably sent someone away with it so this murderer( that's the biggest understatement of this year.) couldn't get his hands on it."
She finally caught on, " so he ended up doing this out of anger."
" Not quite, he may have still done this if he had gotten the scroll." Temari couldn't helped but be impressed by his brilliance of deduction. It had always been apart of his nature to analyze a situation find the cause of it.
"So now we have to track down the person they gave it to in order to fulfill our mission." She concluded.
"Right, now let's get out of here." The exited the building quickly, wanting to erase the place from their minds.
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He saw them leave, visibly shaken from his little renovations. These two could pose a threat to Lord Orochimaru' s plans. An evil smirk spread over his face, fangs bared eyes glowing read, his raven perched on his shoulder.
'This'll be fun.'
That's chapter 3 fans, oh if you don' t get it , the raven spied on them when Tsunade gave them the mission. Chapter 4 is on it's way.