Chapter 8... In terms of the whole pain thing, I write that off as Naruto still getting used to the technique, untrained to a clone really dying he became effected mentally by an overly powerful attack, say every time one learns this jutsu they have to filter the memory of getting killed until it doesn't effect them anymore another reason it is under Kenjutsu is that many shinobi wouldn't be able to handle their death if the death had been to much for them.

Naruto has a large pain tolerance due to his past but chakra enhanced jounin are nothing to scoff at, with the kyuubi's healing he did miss most mental effects yet that, in return, sent the extra pain he couldn't handle to the nerves of the effected area insted, thus the pain yet no damage, not a good enough explanation... not much else I can do.

Without further to do I do not own Naruto!

"Speech"

"Whisper"

Stressed word

'Thought'

-'Inserted thought'-

Demon's speech

- Some Background -

*Clack*

Naruto landed on the ground with practiced ease, some noise still existed but far less than when he had started. As strange as it was, this tree walking thing was far more useful than it seemed and was actually pretty easy, well, after a few changes had been made.

'I've missed so much!' It was truly surprising how different his true body was compared to his old one. 'Not that it's actually a different body...' From where he once stood at under five foot he now looked from a good five and a half, and while they used to be unnoticeable, his trained muscles where now noticeably hard yet compact, just as strong simply visible now.

Lifting his hands to the side he let his chakra flow around him again no longer hindered by the disguise, the blue energy was completely visible as it danced before him something he had only heard stories about. A cause may have been that strangely his chakra had somehow merged with the fuinjutsu that had formed his now old disguise, as if it was drawn to it, well for whichever reason the amount of chakra he could release was fix to a certain percent of his full power. From what the old man had told him, the seal that kept in the Kyuubi used his willpower as well as sixty percent of his total chakra.

To make up for the loss his like the others like him, no that he knew, had their chakra refine and grow from simply living. Of course the pay off was more power but most of it went back to containing their beasts more effectively. The henge had somehow reacted to it as well and while not specifically lessening his power, the illusion made it harder to channel chakra, like it made another skin he had to push enough of his power through to keep it even slightly moldable. Easily put, every small increase in his control was in reality a full step to total control.

'Then again I didn't learn of many exercises...' Many children didn't have knowledge of or even had any control of their power and even with the henge Naruto's control was nothing near perfect though it had at least given him a lead, he found that he had the control to at least walk up trees with little difficulty without it. To increase his control he sent a good twenty clones to practice climbing, another fifty went to a lake deep in the unused forest to figure out the so called water walking, who needed cleared training grounds anyway.

"If the trees takes a certain amount of chakra to hold onto each specific tree surface, then the water walking probably has a key to it as well... my clones will figure it out..." The reminder that he had never learned to swim when through his head as the memories of water filled lungs appeared in his head again.

'They'll get it eventually, that one had learned to flail its arms and its legs.' With a final shrug the blond continued through the forest hoping to find a place secluded enough to not draw attention to, what he hoped to be, hundreds of people dressed in orange abusing the grounds for their own, and therefore his own, strength. Running up to the top of another tree he saw another security post nearby with, once again, a dozen shinobi who were alert yet lounging.

'This may take a while...'

The other genin teams didn't really help him more than the first.

His rabbit self had found team 7, it took some time but the sensei did appear. When he began describing the use and structure of teamwork his clone gained a tick mark. When the man continued began describing the roles of each person in the team, the rabbit began stamping his foot, the lazy tone was effecting even him a so-called level headed clone. The breaking point was when the man told them to "Go at it" after giving so little practical information and the pulled out when Naruto recognized as porn. His calm collected self slammed his head into a nearby tree as an act of suicide, when that didn't work he dispelled himself with the phrase worthless scatted throughout the memory.

All in all, the training of Team 7 wasn't moving very quickly.

Team 8 was spotted by his last squirrel clone, they looked to be slightly behind team 10 in terms of chakra control. This gave more intel into what needed to be done but not much more, a slight lecture about genjutsu that while interesting was too far ahead for him to fully understand.

Team 8 looked alright but seemed to miss something, and not on clan technique to observe between the two.

The last clone, the bird, hadn't found a team, he had been drawn as if possessed to an old lady throwing out bread crumbs while reading a book, which he proceeded to eat, then knock over other birds to eat, then out right attack the bag of the stuff. The clone hogged as much as he could for himself to state an incurable hunger, the poor woman fled in fear when her quiet day in the park fell apart by a demon bird. Before he dispelled, bag empty and pron bodies of small birds on the ground, the copy looked to the open page of the book, he dispelled.

Naruto didn't know what caused such a change in his listless copy but benefited to learn that he could recall the glimpse of the book and reread it in his head, a form of photo memorization, he had yet to know what would happen if a clone actually read something though.

The original continued his search. "Damn another tower."

Later that night in a bustling bar, Anko Mitarashi slammed down another empty glass of alcohol with drunken enthusiasm. Sliding some of her recent paycheck next to the container she let out an intoxicated.

"Get me another!" Though she has already had quite a few shots the barkeep grabbed her glass for a refill without hesitation, she still had money after all. The place couldn't be called packed, but it was decently full; filled with quite a few men from or visiting the village, mainly visiting, who were eying the woman in preparation to get lucky. Many of the others in the bar knew to stay clear of the notorious snake, even if their eyes did pause over her more feminine parts.

At this point several men around the bar had worked up the courage to talk to her, after the intimidating aura she held lowered after her eight glass, and approached her at the same time.

The first to reach her leaned on the counter and leered at her, interrupting Anko the moment before her lips touched the liquid. "Did it hurt?"

"What?"

"When you fell from heaven." The man gave her a wide smile as he finished, the other surrounded them intent on her reaction; the aware men in the bar could only shake their heads. A man walked into the bar.

"Oh no, I had a good amount of goons like you willing to break my fall, but then again even they were more impressive than you." The man turned red, either out of embarrassment or anger, and opened his mouth. Before he could retort Anko swing her glass to the side and splashed the man with her booze. "There ya go, an indirect kiss, merry best female contact of your life!"

He coughed, some of the liquid had gotten into his lungs, his eyes stung from the amount of alcohol that had connected with his eyes and he couldn't open them for fear of more pain. The man staggered away hoping to find something to wipe his face in his blindness.

Anko turned to the others, a sadistic grin on her face. "Well boys?" That wasn't enough, she knew, but the point had to come across somehow, another man tried his luck.

"Do you have a map, I think I took a wrong turn because I never expected to stop next to something as beautiful as you." He wrapped his arm around her and leaned his face in, Anko touched his forehead.

"Whoops hit the reverse..." She promptly pushed him over chair and all. Honestly the stench of alcohol breath made her want to heave. And they never seemed to take a hint; one after another the men courted her and time and time again she humiliated them. 'Are all bars filled with deprived men!'

"Can we have Sex!"

'And another one down...' She personally enjoyed the way this one wrenched when she nailed his crotch with her now overturned stool. '...another one bites the dust.' The man who had walked in to see all of these pitiful attempts eased his way into the group and moved directly behind her leaning on the sake scented counter. Many of the men had begun to get more aggressive and blunt in their attempt yet he spoke in a calm yet deep mocking voice.

"None of them good enough for your tastes?" The heavy built man stood a good head above her and had a Konohan forehead protector.

"I'm just looking for a bit more..." She had a light blush and leaned towards the man, her drinking had caught up with her. The majority of the crowd had begun to glare at the night wreaking man.

"And what is this more you're looking for?" He also leaned in, the look on his face showed his intention but he didn't seem to care, he had confidence practically rolling off of him. Anko started in a wishful tone.

"You know..." Suddenly a kunai appeared before his neck, a line of blood ran from the contact. "More blood..." The man flinched, more blood started to leak. "and fear, you'll do..." Switching her grip Anko ran the blade lightly down his arm before grabbing the wound in a vice grip.

He gasp in pain, Anko took this moment to capture his lips, his eyes went wide. She made a hand sign with her free hand and both disappeared in a shunshin, blood puddled on the ground. The men who had hoped to woo the woman were now trembling, if they had succeeded like that guy then they'd be the ones in the hands of a sexy, knife happy, psycho, many felt sorry for the 'prey' that they had just seen played with by a predator.

A man aware of who Anko was stood up and addressed the group like naive children. "And that's why she's known as the snake whore!"

Anko and her 'lover' appeared in her kitchen still lip locked. instantly she broke the contact and went to the sink, the man just stood there watching her sadly. The woman reached into her mouth and pulled out a length of paper that sat behind her upper row of teeth. Putting some chakra into it she dropped it uncaringly into the sink, from the paper's seals all the alcohol she had drank that night filled the sink. When she turned the man was still watching her.

"Well what are you waiting for, you've done your job!"

"But-"

"No, I don't need your sympathy no matter how many times you give it, leave!" Slowly nodding, accepting her decision the man's figure distorted, shrinking down and into a perfect replica of Anko, then with another glance it became blue, chakra left and the clone returned to the form of water soaking the floor.

"Stupid clones..." Still she was glad that she learned how to make water clones, she still had the hated taste of earth her clones ingrained to her tongue. The reality that was so easily overlooked by the village was that every time she got around, she was really just inforcing the village's reason to leave her alone. Unfortunately her tendencies were one day described to the council and began sending her on, of all things, S-rank seduction missions.

Now these missions were not well liked, at least in Konoha, most women here had a holier than thou attitude, actually that could be said for many of Konoha's inhabitants; many kinoichi found it disgusting and under them, some even shunned those who actually took them, not to Anko's extent of course. Anko could understand their reasoning to hating these missions but knew it was unfortunately necessary in some cases. But that didn't mean she was easy.

These missions were created and funded by the village to send women, and sometimes men, off to find certain leaders or individuals that had information that could effect the village itself, even if they were just small leads. S-rank however was achieved differently for seduction class missions, they were each given a starting rank based on difficulty and importance of information but to get out of the B-ranks there needed to be failures. Attempts that failed against the target by Konoha, or preferably another village if they could get their hands on that info, would increase it's rank.

It made sense, the more who failed the more paranoid the successful target. But she doubted that she was being sent to those places due to good faith, no, she knew why she was being sent on thos missions the council was shipping her off to get captured, preferably killed. Another sad fact was that if a kinoichi was captured, they no longer existed, the village couldn't send out an army against one captured ninja, it didn't work that way.

She had been naive when given her first, not knowing the hate the council held to anyone they deemed a threat, after she had learned the truth she still requested them. Every time she was given these mission by the Hokage she could see the regret the man held to those that he had sent off to fail and how he had failed to stop her from becoming the woman she was today.

Anko had never failed one of these assignment, and in all honesty Anko found them enjoyable, at least the way she did them. She remembered her last time before the incident.

The man was, putting it nicely, a glob. His stomach could probably fit two people comfortably. Anko had been staking him out for two days, found his daily routes, his home, and his personality fairly easily. The man, Taaro, was an everyday merchant and was loved by the town, at least on the surface. Truthfully he only held a facade, during his sales to 'friends' he would ship off weapons and supplies to surrounding bandit groups, who would in turn attack surrounding villages, who would then gather money and women.

Taaro was given a portion of their raid money for supplies and women, who he received in crates marked 'Supplies', for his weaponry, she had found this out by observing her workers and their blunt discussions.

The information was easy enough to get, some of the easiest in her career actually; it wasn't difficult to see through the obvious lies the man was spouting out about protection and honor to the village, apparently, as a villager had told her, he was a samurai before he became a merchant and was an influential leader in the village's Bandit Protection Committee.

She shook her head, what self respecting samurai, what self respecting anything, would let himself fall that far, but then again she's seen these ploys before, why is it that endangered villagers believe everything and anything they're told?

The bandit's had been attacked by ninja squads before but their near instant recovery sent the village to search for their source, they found this man. A normal team would have been dispatched to take care of him, but someone had noticed the weapons that were being used on the raids. They were strange, it was like a cannon only portable. The weapon had to be braced to the users arm but the attacks it could produce were devastating.

That's were she came in, she was to get close to him, find out where he was getting his weapons, and report back... if possible; several women had already tried and failed. The bandits had apparently offered protection to their benefactor, and by only sending in newly promoted chunin well...

'Must have been out numbered.' The number of men who helped around the shop was easily in the double digits; being on home turf didn't help.

The man's shop was quite large as he sold a variety of foods and spices, but to house the weapons and employees there was a basement level as well, with the amount of failures that occurred here, it was more that likely trapped and complex, hiding in it all of his captives as well.

When night fell Anko slipped into the shop, not a board creaked. At the end of the stairs she turned to see a hallway that slanted further unto the ground before turning right and continuing down. The walls were made of earth and lined with unlit torches and boards in strange positions probably a misguided attempt to reinforce the place.

'This place had no class.' Two doors were propped up against the walls on either side. 'Didn't even spring for hinges.' Anko focused to her feet and stepped onto the wall, with her self trained night vision she easily saw the wire, not even clear but for some reason red, vertically stretched across the hallway, all at a shin level. 'Probably alerts them if touched... too easy.'

She crept to each door, there was a fair sized gap for her to look into... no, he wasn't in any of these rooms thought they each held either two or three of his grunts. Anko continued to the next level.

The second floor was nearly the same but this time there was more wire, the second layer being near the level of the waist. Again the rooms held nothing but sleeping guards, she continued on. the third level was more tricky to navigate but was still far under her skills. The wires had to have been set after the guards were in their rooms and red so they can see. If these were ever found he could play it out as security measure for more important goods. So she continued, down, down down, until she saw a light. The wire had ceased and before her, at the end of the hall, was a steel door connected to a stone wall.

The ground was stone as well, to her left a wooden door was held to the wall by a locking beam held to the wall by two metal hooks lodged into the earth.

'Must be the weapons, but no girls...' She didn't need the weapons, she needed to know its maker. Anko tried the handle of the metal barrier but it didn't budge, it locked from the inside. Shrugging she took a good grip on the handle with her hand again and pushed.

Taaro jumped and turned around, he had a bed in the center of his room, red silk, a candle on its four posts illuminated the room, strange holes littered the ground, was this guy a misguided decorating freak? The portly man stood before a large cage, filled with women of all kinds, looking at Anko curiously. He was shaking, the door that was supported by solid stone didn't swing that way.

"W-who are you?"

"Don't worry hon..." Her signature grin appeared. "I'm here to seduce you!" She disappeared in an instant and delivered a kick to his side that sent him crashing to his decorative marble wall. "Shouldn't have renovated!"

Yes, those sent on S-rank seduction missions had a rare chance of succeeding, so when the same tactic fails repeatedly, THEN IT DOESN'T WORK! Taaro struggled to sit back up from the blow but felt himself weightless again before he felt the pain in his jaw. The kick sent him spiraling into the cold and heartless cage bars, he experienced several of his teeth come loose from his jaw, warm blood followed.

Why the hell none of the kunoichi before her took a violent approach confused her, she had discovered on her first that a few torture techniques she had picked up in her training had civilian class men spilling their guts in minuets.

"Guawrds! Guawrds!" The bleeding man pulled out a metal pike and drove it into one of the many holes in the floor. His room was made to set off all alarms in his 'base' like the wires this woman had somehow missed, this one was far stronger that the others who he had knocked unconscious and drugged the moment they asked detailed questions, above rang the alarm.

"Bells? The hell man, who uses bells for security!"

"It doesn't mattawr! You're done!" The sound of stomping sounded above

"Really now..." The men all came rushing towards their supplier with various weapons in their hands, none with the makeshift cannon. Anko muttered a few hand signs before putting her hands to the ground quickly. "Earth Release: Spear Massacre!" The passageway erupted, spike after spike tore through their bodies leaving none alive over forty men dead by her one attack, the spikes returned to the walls.

*Clang*

Taaro blood had begun to dry and he was gasping in shock and despair. Turning around and grasping the back of his head firmly Anko slammed his face back into familiar bars.

"So... where'd you get the weapons?"

"..."

*Clang!"

"No one likes a mute, come on!"

"..."

"Fine..." She slammed him to the floor and held him down with her foot. Snakes began to slither from her sleeves, covering his body and binding him. He was afraid to make even the slightest movement, why had things gone so wrong so fast! Once he was bound by her summons, Anko stepped off of him while putting out a pair of toenail clippers and grinned wider.

"W-wha-"

"Well since you refuse to speak, I now have the pleasure of bringing you pain, I am here to pleasure information out of you after all, might as well try this thing out."

'This woman's insane, I don't want to die!' Anko reached down and grabbed his hand, and brought the clippers to his thumb.

"Where did you get the weapons?"

"..."

*Snap*

Taaro shrieked in pain as his thumbnail was cut in half, but he refused to speak.

"Still nothing huh?" She flicked up the file attachment of the tool in her hand. Slowly, oh so slowly, she ran the file on the man's bleeding wound, he cried out more, the snakes had also begun to squeeze. Gaining nothing she clipped the nail by another half, having some trouble getting it under the stub that remained.

"Alright! *Gasp* I'll talk!" She stopped her actions of a demented manicure and looked to him.

"Aw only one finger... whatever I'm listening."

"There was this man, had long white hair and glasses, came out of a hole in the ground one day as I was in the forest looking for herbs, of course I ran from him but he was faster and stopped me. Told me that I could sell these weapons he knew how to make in exchange for some payments of food. W-when he showed me what it could do well, I just had to buy them!"

"I was already supplying the bandits with goods, and they had been asking about weapons so I... I bought them! He gave me the plans and took food from me weekly until about a month ago, he just disappeared I swear, but I still had the designs, they're in the weapons room, they're in the weapons roohomhom!" The man began to cry, he couldn't stand snakes, he was bleeding, and he just sold out his weapons man.

"Very good."

"Wa- wait!" Taking the clippers Anko cut his throat with the blunt side of the file. A man in a hole huh, maybe another one of Orochimaru's abandoned pits, there could be a useful weapons of something but by experience knew that it wouldn't help anyone find him. Shrugging she turned to the girls, all silently looking at the dead man in blood.

"Alright dinner time!" The snakes began to move, devouring the body, once done the unfed went to the skewered guards; they all eventually dispelled. "Let's get you out of there." The women looked to her with dazed expressions.

There was one good point to being sent on only S-rank Seduction missions, the freed captives that she found on ninety percent of the missions. She hated the thought of slaves but freeing them had its benefits. Many of the girls thanked her when the bars were removed.

"Alright, how many here are willing to return to their homes!" Thankfully none of them had developed Stockholm syndrome and attacked, that was always messy. Only half on the group raised their hands, they looked to be average girls from the surrounding villages, the others looked stronger not necessarily ninja but obviously aware that they've been given up on, their eyes returned to the floor at the mention of their home, they knew the couldn't return.

"If you can find your way back go ahead." She pointed to the door then made an earth clone. "Otherwise if you want to have a life...!" The captives looked to her in surprise, some life came back to their eyes. "...follow my clone, she'll take you to a place filled with people in your same situation, if you accept take some of those weapons in that room over there, otherwise you can do whatever!"

The women from Konoha looked at her in a new light, what was once a snake bitch was now an angel. They hurried to the room eager to help their savior, enlightened to her kindness one could say blinded by it.

In her report she regretted to say that the man had fled, too many attempts on him had made him too wary, like many before him he ran, could be said that to be somewhere in the bandit camps but as of now he was lost, to say she never failed a mission of Konoha would be a lie, a more correct term would be that she never failed a mission of her own.

Anko returned from her memories, she had gained some chunin from that one, yes, Anko had made her own little village, not greatly far from the leaf village maybe a day sprint for a trained ninja, of captives that she had saved.

While not large in terms of number the towns people it was strong, trained by the varying degrees of ninja she had found, the weapons she had just acquired would only aid it, yet even with that strength they held a certain fear of men, not saying that there were only women held captive by her targets, there were some men who had followed her when saved, those men were generally accepted, but outside men were spoken to with caution. It may have been her way of fixing her past, giving hope to people lost and forgotten, many of which who would be shunned, much like what she wasn't given upon returning to Leaf.

Sympathy aside, the snake mistress was building up this place for only one reason, Orochimaru. She had vowed a long time ago that she would destroy that monster, but she knew the man was strong and had many able body fighters at his command, why shouldn't she. Anko was stock piling her power to defeat her former master, weather it was amassing followers outside the village or her own self-made training regimens. She was going to be prepared for the time she found him, she just needed to gain more power.

She kept her true strength under wraps, bid her time, and kept as many people from Konoha as far away as possible. They didn't trust her she wouldn't trust them, there may be a few exceptions but most stayed away from her, it was the reason for her to lie about being a sex and blood loving snake whore. She was, in all honesty, a virgin; and she didn't mind one bit, she would never let those pigs of Konoha or any man for that matter, hurt her again; she couldn't take a second time.

Contrary to popular belief Orochimaru didn't do anything like that to her, brutal training yes, semi-raising her, yes, painful experiments involving needles that he also administered to countless others, yes, anything sexual, not unless you count the transfer of the curse mark.

In truth, to her, Orochimaru wasn't evil, strange to admit but true, he wasn't evil but did some things that were. Orochimaru sought immortality, so do many others. He enjoyed killing, he was a shinobi, just more heartless or accepting than others. He left the village, she was considering it at this point, reality was that the place attacked any scapegoat they found for their pain even if it was a girl with some shinobi training or a younger boy without any, she winced there was that blond kid in her head again.

Really the reason she wanted revenge so badly was for his fall into darkness to acquire those goals: tainting her with an incomplete seal that gripped her soul with a piece of his own, torturing innocents and running away from his home just to gain worthless power. He didn't need power he was a sannin, yet he became overwhelmed by it, drugged. She wanted to kill that monster, the one born from power corrupting her once respectful sensei.

She couldn't leave her home, not yet. This was easiest place she could work from, if she left she would be hunted down before she could assist Orochimaru's plans, and as it was, the populous already believed her to be a normal Tokubetsu Jounin, one weakening herself with alcohol overdose and wasting her time getting frisky, therefore not a looming threat. This was possibly the best pack of unperceptive fools out there. She was at least a mid-jounin now and getting stronger, just slowly due to the damn seal.

Anko walked to her bed and settled herself.

'I'll get stronger, I'll leave this place once that happens, I won't follow his path I won't let it corrupt me, and who knows, maybe even make a life for myself if things work out; until then I have the little gaki...' Anko felt sleep gripping her, images a brighter future and of that blond kid lingering in her head.

Said brat sat on top of the Hokage monument, more specifically on the head of the man who had seal the fox in him. He didn't resent the man, he didn't know what the man's options were at the time of sealing, it had to have been someone, he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

In honesty he actually liked that the man had seen him as a hero capable of containing such a beast; the village that had attacked him repetitively was another matter entirely, it deserved what they did to him ten fold. But instead of worrying about his burden he was worrying about his clones.

"Damn lazy yet present security!" The entire forest had a manned lookout post every few miles, he couldn't form a large mass of clones here without being seen. This may not have been a problem had he been an average shinobi trying to train in unorthodox ways, but when the pariah of the village is throwing out hundreds of clones to do god knows what in a forest, things would turn out badly for him, even if he was going to be himself he wasn't stupid enough to let his ego get him gutted.

"Is there anywhere, anywhere that will actually work for me!" His anger was starting to spike, reminded of the fox's words he looked to the scenery to calm himself, his eyes stopped dead at the gates.

'That would work, if they're not in the village... but can clones survive far away from me... let's see?' Crossing his fingers he had one clone pop up next to him, on subliminal orders it turned into a bird and flew off, it's mission was to dispel by morning if there was no distance problem. 'If this works this could open up hundreds of possibilities.' He grinned, and they'd always yell at him for his pranks, now he was using his sharpened problem solving to get stronger that them.

Over the course of this single day, his clones in relatively small groups, had learned tree walking, the ability to stand on water for a whole half a second, and the much needed ability to swim... kind of.

'I can at least stay above water, moving is entirely different.' Satisfied with his current project, the blond stood up, tomorrow he was going to start searching for information, anything he could play around with to better himself. As much as he hated it he was going to have to use the academy and library, well maybe not so much hate anymore, he realized that the information could be useful, he never really hated practical information, but most of the occupants of the institutions weren't as tolerable and their historic facts were nearly as they were..

'Speaking of which, I have some third years to... play with.' If he had looked at himself he would have noticed that his grin had mirrored that of his favorite purple haired co-prisoner.

And done... Please review, FlareXD.