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Lies I Told Myself
Key
S.S: Sick Shit (not suitable for the weak-minded or squeamish)
thinking
"talking"
thoughts progressing into speech"
'substitute for italics' (in certain places, like emphasising something)
/telepathy/
:scene change: (more for my reference than anything else)
POV (automatically Naruto's if left unspecified)
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Summary: I was a cold, callous individual. I was sarcastic and witty, not a pleasant person to be around. I cut you down with biting words every chance I got and smiled so frighteningly that I made children cry. I was, simply put, an asshole. I never cared what you thought of me. And one day I got bored, so very bored, so I decided to snap.
A/N: This chapter marks the beginning of Naruto's true experiments. Konohamaru may make an appearance later and develop into a main character. I haven't decided yet. This chapter is later because my computer decided to erase the original for some reason, thus, I had to start from scratch. Also, if it looks wierd, the format, it's because the site is erasing its own lines for some reason, I am attempting to make due. For the time being, little dashes indicate a line break, kay?
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There is sleep here
Not there
Tilt your head
To the sky
Catch drops
Upon thine cheeks
And wonder
Why they've gone
Knaji
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Chapter Six: Welcome to Your Hell
:Laboratory:
"Do cease your screaming Dai-san. I am not able to give you pain killers or remove your vocal chords, lest your throat collapse again. You 'are' hurting my ears, you know?"
He appears to not hear me, screaming even louder, I sigh. Soon he would grow hoarse and not be able to speak for a week again, and I needed reports on his mental state. It would be quite a process. I adjust my earplugs and return to working on my 'new' assistant. An ANBU by the name of Noriko Fuji. She was quite easy to lure, even with her distaste for me, and now I had my hands on one of the most powerful members of the village. Alas, if only I could get ahold of that Nara child.
"Tenant, how long until the feed is done?" I ask quietly, severing a tendon in my captive's leg with chakra scalpels. "No, no, that's quite a good rate. Hm? Yes, he should be like yourself soon. What? No, I would never do something so barbaric. Of course, the Living Chakra is being sucked from the women as we speak."
The caretaker and the shop stall woman were there as well. Apparently women held the most Living Chakra then it was children and kittens. Not that I would ever experiment on a kitten, Kami forbid. I watched as my current experiment twitched, she must be waking up. I sigh, going and pushing Dai, who was still screaming in what must have been pain, into one of my soundproof rooms and bolting the door shut. He was soon to be finished, his skin was cracking with green light. I couldn't wait, after he shed that putrid form, then the fun could begin. I loosen my earplugs as I return to Noriko, smiling.
"Hello Noriko-san, how are you feeling?"
She glares at me, baring her teeth.
"You know good and damn well how I feel, asshole! Don't ask stupid questions!"
I frown, tilting my head to the right.
"You, my experiment, are quite rude. That's unbecoming, you're aware? It's not surprising that you, at 45, are still in ANBU. Barren? Or simply unable to get a man to take interest in you?"
"Shut the fuck up gaki! You don't know anything about me!" she replies fiercely, struggling with her bonds and the screen that seperated her upper body from her lower. Women were fragile, I couldn't have her crying because of what I'd done to her lower half. No, not yet.
"Then you're interested in women?" I ask, coming back over to her and starting to peel away the remaining skin on her legs with my chakra scalpels. She wouldn't feel it, in fact, nothing below her torso could be felt, unlike Dai, I gave her painkillers. I smile as she vehemently protests against being a lesbian. "I suppose not. Hm, that's sad. Had I not gotten ahold of you, you may have died alone and unloved. Of course, you'll still be unloved."
"You better hope to Kami I never get loose."
"Oh, don't worry Noriko-san, I don't need to hope." I murmur, screwing the steel plates into the exposed bones of her feet, the razor edges pointing downwards. I nod to myself, humming a little tune and beginning to weave and stretch her removed skin back tighter than it was before.
Noriko hadn't taken her new modifications with a smile, I couldn't see why, I would've loved to have things like that done to me. It actually looked quite fun. Hm, I could see myself with extensive modifications in the future. Her legs were bent and stretched like a horse about to kick, when she stood up straight the mechanisms in her back pulled taut against the wires and pulleys in her arms, fingers and hands, creating a puppet-like effect. It was purely for my own amusement, she was quite interesting to look at. At the moment I was watching her walk and fall periodically, trying to balance on the razor edges of the plates I'd put onto her feet. She looked to have a permanent pair of ice skates on. I'd replaced her putrid normal eyes with those of the Sharingan. Itachi had been nice enough to drop off a few pairs before he'd left the village last night to join whatever cult he'd signed on to. I didn't really care either way, I'd gotten what I needed.
Also, did I mention Saiko was killed by her father? No? Pity, she was a nice girl. Probably would've been a great experiment.
"Noriko-san, please come here. I have a task for you." I tell her watching as she reluctantly totters over to me. I neglected to mention that I'd copied Dai's seals onto her as well didn't I? I apologize.
"You're so lucky these seals are on me or I'd kick your scrawny ass, lil' fucker."
"Ireru."
I watch her writhe and scream in pain for a bit before smiling and releasing the seal's effects.
"Now, no more foul language from you, Noriko-san. It's quite unbecoming for an elderly woman such as yourself. You know? Unhealthy to get so riled up, your blood pressure would rise and those pretty eyes I just gave you could be ruined." I watch as she gets to her feet, glaring at me. "Well it's true. And then what would I do? I just 'hate' losing such a good experiment. Now, if you please, put this on."
She slips the glowing white bracelet on over her wrist, falling to the floor lifelessly soon after.
"Now, while that takes effect, I believe I'll go and check on the lovely ladies in the next room."
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I honestly didn't see how people could be so pathetic. They were such worthless maggots, not fit to breathe the air on this equally pointless planet.
It'll be alright. Soon I will cleanse everything of the filth, of the dust on it.
I sigh, placing the Living Chakra into binding rings and exiting my lab, leaving two perserved bodies and my experiments behind. Noriko, chained to the wall likes the dog she is, hisses at me as I pass and I sneer, backhanding her.
"Please learn your place, Noriko-san." I murmur, looking into her red eyes filled with hatred. "You are beneath me, as is everyone else, with the possible exception of a few. Do you really think I have a problem with removing everything that makes up yourself?"
I leer into her face.
"Do you 'really' think so, Noriko-'san'?"
She spits into my face, I don't recoil as I would've before, instead simply producing a handkerchief and wiping my face clean.
"I don't give a flying fuck what you do or don't have a problem with, you tiny little bastard." she replies coldly, her eyes glaring into my own, challenging. "I'm going to mess you up when I get loose and then I'm going to kill-"
I cut her off with a yawn, mockingly rubbing at my eye.
"Sure, sure Noriko-san. Whatever you say, however, I must get to sleep. Growing boy and all, no?" I place a bowl of water in front of her. "Enjoy, although you won't be getting food until I see fit beecause of your inability to tame your saliva, mind you. There's a bucket for your waste in the corner, Inu-san."
I smile contentedly as I step out, sealing the scroll shut to the sound of her angry curses and replacing it on the shelf. I step over to the door, calling out into the hall.
"Anko-san, what do you feel like tonight?"
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I'm meeting with Gekko Hayate today. He's a retired ANBU, about 23 or 24 years of age and enjoys long walks around the village. He also had a terrible cough, I couldn't see how good of a shinobi he'd be like that. I had rather liked Mamoru-sensei, but I supposed since he was handpicked by Sarutobi, he can't be terrible.
"Good morning, Gekko-sensei. It is a pleasure to meet you." I tell the man, holding out my hand as I come up to him on the bridge where Sarutobi told me to go. The man looks up at me with a confused look upon his features and begins coughing heavily. He takes my hand in a firm grasp once the spell subsides, a smile suddenly upon his gaunt features as he realizes something.
"You're Uzumaki Naruto, aren't you?" he asks with a slight wheeze and I nod, if possible, his smile gets slightly wider. "Good, good, I've heard good things about you, Uzumaki-kun. I hope you'll be a promising -hack- student, ready?"
He doesn't wait for an answer as he pulls out a bone-white sword and charges me, catching me across the chest in a shallow slash as I jump away.
"Maa, -cough, cough- maa. Good. Again."
He charges me like before but I dodge this time, getting behind him and delivering a sharp kick to the back of his knees. I hear a gasp before he poofs into a log and I quickly find my head level with the ground.
"Good job." he murmurs, stepping around in front of me. "-cough- You need to work on your senses. Were you ever taught how to sense chakra signatures?"
I nod, taking a few minutes to memorize his own firmly rooted chakra output, just from that you could tell that he was strong. He was a Jounin, but I could defeat Anko which meant I was at least on the level of a Tokubetsu Jounin. That means...that Tokubetsu Jounin are a highly lower rank than ordinary Jounin. There must be a huge jump or I must not be acclimated to his style yet. I assume both the former and the latter as I extricate myself from the ground, pulling up a bit of wind around my hands with minimal chakra.
"Suiton: Suikodan no Jutsu." I intone, making sure to be just loud enough for Hayate to hear me. He reacts as expected, forming the handseals for an earth jutsu to block my supposed water attack, I can tell he is surprised when my spiked fuuton bullets rip through his earthen barrier, catching him across the face and torso. I immediately switch myself with a henged clone created earlier, henging into a bird at the same time and observing from my new spot in the trees. I see Hayate come up behind the clone, as expected, but his movements are off. I take to the skies a split second before shuriken rip through the leaves, severing the branch I sat on.
I dive bomb him, returning to my original form in mid-air, curling to avoid major/minor damage from his sword strikes and throwing explosive burrs at him. They stick and I smile, detonating them as I jump away and back into the trees, shifting into a dragonfly. There were times when I was quite grateful for my tenant being a fox. Shapeshifting, or henging, whichever you prefer to use, came easier to me than most.
I take off, fluttering quickly into the smoke and dust to land on Hayate's back before returning to my original form and holding a kunai to his throat.
"Good, Uzumaki-kun. -cough- Almost perfect."
I freeze as I feel pressure on my throat, the smoke clears to reveal Hayate's bone sword curving a dangerous arc around my neck, prepared to pull back and decapitate at a moment's movement. I see that I hold a simple Kawarimi at knife-point and scoff inwardly to myself. How had I been so completely and utterly fooled?
"You're creative Uzumaki-kun, -cough- which is good. However, we need to work on your senses so that they can sense anyone's full chakra and not just the signature remnants at anytime." he stops, falling into another coughing spell. I wonder how I could go about finding him a remedy. "You never know when someone might be a decoy or a shadow clone, then what? -cough, cough- Then you'd be dead."
I nod as he removes his weapon from around my throat, immediately whipping around so as to catch him off guard and punch him in the chest with a fistful of medical chakra. He hacks, blood and lumps of flesh bubbling past his lips to fall to the ground. I smile, pressing my hand to his chest once more before letting more lime-green chakra enter his system and repair his lungs.
"If you please, Hayate-sensei, take a deep breath."
He does so, smiling as it becomes easier and easier to breathe. I listen for rasping and nod to myself when I hear none.
"I-I have never felt this good in my life. Uzumaki-kun, what-what did you do?" he asks, the look on his face something of awe. "This was something that even the great medic ninja Senju Tsunade couldn't heal...said it was impossible...how?"
I tilt my head to the side with a frown.
"Hayate-sensei...that woman lied to you. Nothing is 'impossible' under the correct conditions."
Neither him or I knew what had taken place that day until much, much later.
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It was the end of the day and I was quite sore, having had my ass thoroughly handed to me many times. I frown, running back the day ofintense training in my head and analyzing it.
"Tomorrow, I'll succeed."
'Tomorrow' turned into days, then weeks, months and years, until finally, I had turned 11. I was quite ecstatic, for three things occurred that day. Hayate deemed me worthy of being called his apprentice and would begin training me in his famous style, the Mikazuki no Mai. 1
Dai was almost close to completion. I had a few more modifcations I'd wanted to try and then he would be done. On a side note, Noriko was almost completely broken, both in spirit and body. She resembled a Suna puppet and the finishing touches would be completed in a day or two. It was all very amusing, especially the way she walked now. Almost like a toddler.
I'd also begun modifying my own body, it's surprising what one can do with chakra and a little imagination. Fortuntely, my arms looked quite normal, which I was glad for. I couldn't afford to upset Sarutobi.
Finally, the new Academy graduates were ready. I was being assigned a team and a new Jounin instructor by the name of Hatake Kakashi.
Little did I know this would be the beginning of an end.
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Author
"I'm so happy we're on a team together, aren't you Sasuke-kun?!" a girl with vibrant pink hair and bright green eyes in a red circle dress exclaims happily to a raven-haired boy beside her, almost deafening him.
The boy, Sasuke, dressed in Uchiha garb, frowns in reply before steepling his hands in front of his face with his elbows resting on the table in front of him.
The girl shakes her head and frowns as well, crossing her arms.
"Who's our other teammate? I've never heard of an 'Uzumaki Naruto' before. And they're both late! Ugh!" she screams in frustration, grabbing her hair and pulling it as the door cracks open, revealing a head covered in a forest green bandanna with a few wisps of blonde hair sticking out from underneath. A blue-eyed boy steps in, clad in dark greens and blues, his equally dark-colored hitae-ate tied securely around his throat and metal vambraces tied securely onto his arms.
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I scan the room as I enter, already I appeared to have been given the bottom of the proverbial barrel. The only girl of my new team was pulling her hair and the boy looked murderous. Oh, that's right, he was Itachi's brother, hm. Never bothered to learn his name. Whatever.
"Are you Uzumaki Naruto?" the girl asks before I can murmur a greeting. I nod. "You're late!" I simply check my watch with a frown and shake my head.
"Hm? Please excuse my rudeness but your perception of time is off Momoiro-san, I am on time. Perhaps you are simply early?"2
The girl blinks at me before huffing and turning away, mumbling mockingly under her breath.
I could sense our instructor waiting calmly in a field about halfway across the village, having memorized his chakra signature while he was being briefed in Sarutobi's office at one point. I wanted to attempt something, but I didn't know if it would work. I grasped the thread of his chakra that led through the village along the path he'd taken and pulled it to me, as I'd thought, he appeared right before me in a poof of smoke. I was slightly shocked, having not expected it to work.
"Well, now I know I don't like any of you." the man tells us, though his head still remains in that disgusting porn novel. "Even you, Uzumaki-kun, though that trick is quite interesting. Anyway, meet me on the roof in five minutes."
He poofs away, leaving the girl to scream in frustration and the boy and myself with raised eyebrows.
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"Alright, introduce yourselves. Name, parentage, likes, dislikes, goals, hobbies, the works."
Momoiro raises her hand, Kakashi acknowledging her with disinterest.
"Shouldn't you go first Sensei?! So we know what to do?"
I inwardly wince. It was an introduction, not rocket science. And must she be so loud?
"Well, my name is Hatake Kakashi. I have parents. I like things and I don't like other things. I have some goals and a few hobbies. Okay Bubbly, go."
I sigh, just like that any respect I may have ever fostered for this man is gone.
"My name is Haruno Sakura!"
And she gains a name. How unpleasant, I rather liked Momoiro. I think I'll continue to call her that.
"My parents are Haruno Sukari and Haruno Herun! My goal is to be the best kunoichi ever! I like..." she trails off, giggling as she bats her eyes at Itachi's brother. "I dislike Naruto!"
Here she glares at me. I mentally shrug. Did I care if I was disliked by a fangirl? My tenant provides me with a humorous image and I shake my head. Not really.
"Alright, you next Broody."
"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. My parents were Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto. I don't have a goal, more of an ambition, and that's to kill a certain man. I have no likes or dislikes."
Okay...angst much? Who cares if your entire clan was killed? Death, much like shit, happens.
"Alright, finally, your turn Blue Eyes."
"My name is Uzumaki Naruto. I have no parents. My goal is to finish my experiments. I like working with my experiments, cooking, devising new theories and working with clay. I dislike ramen, ignorant children, being talked down to and being disrespected. My hobbies are working with my experiments and modifying things using chakra as well as other implements."
Kakashi claps his hands as I finish, his single, uncovered eye turned up in a U of what I suppose is feigned happiness.
"Alright. Now that that's over, I have a task for you. You will report to Training Ground Seventy-Four tomorrow morning at five for survival training. Don't eat any breakfast, you'll just puke it up. Ja."
He poofs out, missing Momoiro's scream of outrage that she'd already done survival in the Academy.
I sigh, I'd forgotten how idiotically irritating children could be.
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I'd hate to think I was more than particularly harsh while modifying Noriko and Dai later that evening after training with Anko and Hayate, but I just couldn't bring myself to care.
"Shut up Dai-san or I will rip out your non-existant tongue." I growl as I implant him, he was now simply Pure Chakra, into a clay and flesh shell. He still looked like his old self, but with a significant amount of new abilities. Pure Chakra can do anything if harnessed properly and with the Living Chakra in the mix, he was damn near immortal. I suspected he'd live until I grew bored of him. I had carved the servitude seals into the very make before it had even been properly assembled, it was so useful, now he actually 'had' to be quiet or risk pain. Honestly, you'd think him used to it by now. I was actually glad he was so stubborn, nothing like Noriko at all, at least, not anymore. Oh well. "Noriko-san, come here. I want you to teach him, kill him as many times as you like, he'll just reform. If I come back in here tomorrow and he hasn't learned how to fight you back, it'll be the knife for you."
She whimpers with a nod at me before turning to Dai, a crooked smile working its way across her face as her head tilts to the side and the strings tighten on her limbs.
I walk out of the back room of my laboratory, humming a jovial tune as I step out of my scroll and back into my room in the apartment.
"Anko-san!" I call, going towards the door.
"Hai?!"
"Do you have any kusarigama or a simple weighted chain that I can have?"
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Notes of The Footed Kind
1 . Dance of the Crescent Moon. Creates multiple clones while the true person attacks from above. Is rumored to have not been completed to it's fullest.
2 . Momoiro means 'pink' in Japanese.
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Anaki: The next chapter is coming up quicker than you can say: Evangelion eats emus eternally erstwhile Evan Endigilino entails entourages to extremists edicts. Also, evil cliffie!
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