Chapter 6: The Breakdown
"OOOOOH YEEEEAAAAAH!"
Yami let out a massive grunt as he thrust his hips forward, grabbing the back of the head of the woman in front of him, and slamming her face closer as his dick went further down her throat, and unleashed his hot, sticky semen into her belly.
The woman in question was blonde, like him, but unlike him however, she had a throat full of semen which she struggled deeply with to swallow. Not that Yami noticed, or cared, as the woman gulped down the white hot liquids and nearly choked as the action had caused her to attempt to swallow the large promethean cock down her throat.
Still, Yami detached the cock, drenched in saliva, and the woman fell back, like a puppet with her strings cut, panting and gasping, as the rest of Yami's release bathed her on her face, and followed down, landing generously on her large perky breasts.
Yami's gaze turned to the side, grinning as he noticed a that his clone had likewise just completed the job of pumping it's full seed inside the stomach of a black skinned, red-haired woman, who, of course, was moaning heartily all the way, her body rocking in spasms, before the clone dispelled and she dropped to the ground.
Thus, Yami stood, surrounded by the naked, sweaty and cum covered bodies of Kumogakure's finest, from Samui, the woman who his dick had recently been excavating down her throat, to Karui, the dark-skinned red haired whose womanly parts had been burrowed in and filled up, to Mabui, whose eyes had rolled into the back of her head as her dark skin was drenched white, to even Yugito Nii, the ferocious cat-jinchuriki, who had been drained and sucked dry of more than just her bijuu.
At this point, Yami was feeling notably good. Quite good in fact, that he activated his eye, and once more added the girls to his collection in the Kamui dimension, all of them vanishing in a swirl of space and time.
"All right! I've done sex, I've done grand scale destruction, now, all that's left is some good ol' shinobi combat."
He craned his neck and cracked his knuckles.
"Kaguya!"
The woman in question appeared by his side, her face slightly pink as she tried not to stare at Yami's saliva and cum covered cock, which was hanging plainly in the air.
"Time to take out the Akatsuki and ravage Konoha."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~PROPHECY BESMIRCHED~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sasori of the Red Sands was not a superstitious person, nor was he the type of individual to allow himself an overly incessant amount of paranoia. However, there was no denying the sheer suspicious fact, that they had begun sealing the Kazekage, and they had not met any form of resistance, in the form of Konoha Shinobi or even Suna Shinobi. Then, there was the strange fact of that mysterious earth-shattering quake that could be felt the world over, and originated in the general area of Iwagakure.
Still, he was surprised when they had managed to completely finish the sealing of the Ichibi without as much as the tiniest of interruptions.
"See Sasori-dana? I told you that my art is the greatest!"
Now if only his impudent partner would shut up and stop blaspheming the true nature of art, then his day would be truly perfect.
Or rather, it would have been, had a figure not slammed into the ground where they had stood, kicking up sand, gravel and granite.
"Hehehehe…. Sasori of the Red Sands and Deidara of the… you know, I never knew what the hell you were supposed to be of. So I'll just call you Deidara of the Tombstone… in honor of my little gift to Iwagakure."
He arose from the smoke, like a demon from the netherworlds, his eyes glowing two ungodly colors, his form swaying as he leaned back, and a massive, manic grin on his face that belayed extended canines and incisors, those sharp teeth looking absolutely bloodthirsty.
Sasori would have mistaken the man in front of him for the Kyubi Jinchuriki, had the Kyubi Jinchuriki been male.
"Sasori, Deidara… entertain me! Asura Path!"
Fisted rockets shot out of the smoke, from the man's form, and Sasori was immediately on the defensive, his puppet Hiruko, leaping away, as Deidara summoned a giant bird of clay and took to the skies.
"Who's attacking us Sasori-dana?"
"I do not know. I have never seen this Konoha shinobi before."
The rockets veered in mid-air, both of them extending towards Deidara and Sasori at the same time.
"Bansho Tenin!"
Both S-Rank members of the Akatsuki were unable to do anything but stare in utmost shock as they were sent reeling in towards the rockets, unable to so much as dodge or change their momentum.
Sasori responded fast, his true form escaping his large scorpion-like puppet, leaping out and away from the immediate danger, whereas Deidara managed to send out a clay clone to absorb the hit of the rockets, the resounding explosion tearing the rocky terrain in which they stood, the shockwaves sending stone and dirt and earth flying, as well as a gust of wind that sent the partners away from each other.
"Well, nowthisis what I'm talking about! Come on!"
Sasori's eyes could do nothing but widen as the blond maniac appeared directly in front of him, still grinning, and his eyes wide and vivid as his fist was reared backwards. Thankfully, his entire body was made of that of a puppet, allowing him to momentarily, if only for a few seconds, dodge the powerful uppercut that would have no doubt disconnected his waist from his hips had it connected. Sasori could feel the sheer amount of air pressure it had produced, which had sent a horizontal cyclone of wind spiraling up into the air without measure.
'Deadly. Deadly. This man is easily S-Class, if not higher.'
Several white birds were sent launching towards the man from behind, the miniature clay creatures dive-bombing him like they were homing missiles, causing the man to smirk even wider as he proceeded to finger flick all of them away. His index fingers and thumbs made contact with the clay, and turned it into white powder, flying away harmlessly into the air.
Sasori had attempted to use this opportunity to lunge with one of his poisoned blades, only for the man's left leg to kick out backwards like as though he was a mule, and caught the S-Rank puppeteer in the stomach, the resounding force cracking andshatteringhis puppet stomach with relative ease, and sending his body whirling through the air, a gnat smacked aside by a titan.
"Come on! Come on! Come on! You guys are supposed to be S-Rank! Is this the best you can do?"
Sasori was able to wright himself in the air, coming to a slow skid on the ground, as he stared at the man in front of him, whereas, Deidara stood on his clay bird at the other end, also giving the blond haired man a momentum of observation.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"
The blond let out a snort. "Yeah, I don't feel like going to the trouble of explaining all that so – Futon: Rasengan."
Sasori would have screeched in pain if he could feel it, instead, the only screeching that occurred was that of the man's attack suddenly being pushed against his puppet's face, grinding and slicing and cutting it with a brutal vehemence, and he knew for a fact that had he been a normal flesh-and-blood human, he would have died that instant.
"Sasori-dana!"
"Don't worry, you'll be joining him soon pretty boy."
Once again, in a burst of speed that could only be purely unnatural, the man was gone, and he appeared behind Deidara, grabbing the man's only working arm and ripping it off with a sick, squelching sound of skin being ragged, and bones cracking aside, sending a large spurt of blood from the gaping stump that was previously Deidara's arm.
Sasori knew that there could be no more fooling around. The man in front of them was merely toying with them, and he had accomplished this much without even being serious. Reaching into his scrolls, he summoned the full might of his hundred puppets, before likewise summoning his masterpiece, the Third Kazekage.
"Magma Release."
Sasori knew the true meaning of despair as a molten wave of inexplicably hot magma rapidly emitted from the man's mouth, spreading and advancing in seconds, and those seconds were all it took to destroy his life's work and pride, of destroying the Sandaime Kazekage and Sasori's legion of puppets all in one foul swipe. The smell of burning objects and wood echoed harshly, until the blond man was once more in front of him, his eyes spinning in a mesmerizing yet deadly rotation.
"Game over. You lose."
Then, a strong hand tore it's way through his chest cavity, finding the beating heart that was Sasori's only organic organ, and then it was promptly squashed, blood and tissue exploding violently outwards as the external pressures applied to it forced it to detonate from within.
The blond haired man barely paid him any heed, as he stared, instead, at how the blond charged straight against Deidara in a cloak of lightning, before detaching the man's head from his shoulders by ripping it all from the top portion of his mouth cavity, the man's bloody spinal cord dangling as it detached from his body in a red shower and a sickening squelch.
As such, in a tremendous and swift battle that could not even be recorded in history as a skirmish, ended with the lives of two prime members of Akatsuki.
~~~~~~~~~~~P – B ~~~~~~~~~~
"Oi fucking miser! What the fucking hell is up with Kumo?"
Kakuzu was one of the few people who truly despised his partner without measure, and if he could, he would have already killed the man. However, the Jashinist priest was functionally immortal, and as such, Kakuzu had no other choice but to tolerate him for the time being.
There was the saying that even a broken clock was right twice a day, and such would apply to Hidan on such an occasion. Kakuzu had noticed long before the man mentioned it – there was no one entering or leaving Kumogakure no Sato. There were no messenger birds or couriers, no shinobi or people, none of it. It was as though the entire village had gone off the grid, which seemed to be odd for a village as large and as influential as Kumo.
With the successful sealing of the Ichibi, it was their jobs to capture the Nibi, but the circumstances seemed rather odd.
"The Zombie duo. Meh, you guys look overrated as fuck – I suppose I'll have to kill you quickly and get on to Pain and Konan."
The voice had come from behind them, which was quite troubling and quite a feat, for a shinobi to have gotten one on them was no easy task especially considering the fact that Kakuzu was a well-trained veteran.
"Oi? Who in the six fucking hells, is this cu –"
Whatever words that would have spewed from Hidan's mouth were cut short, almost literally, as the man found his tongue torn clean out of his mouth. Despite Kakuzu possibly admitting that he had wanted to do something of the sorts for a long time, there was no denying the complete and utter shock as Hidan stared in disbelief, and likewise, as Kakuzu turned to the man, who had appeared and disappeared, one second, standing behind them, the next, his fist in the mouth of the pagan worshiper.
The blond man stared at the tongue with a bit of distaste. "Too bloody vulgar for my liking. Oh well –"
Then the man proceeded to conjure a black orb in his palm, as he slammed it into Hidan's stomach, and for the first time since they had been partners, Kakuzu watched as the silver haired pagan worshiper turned into dust.
The man then turned his gaze at him.
"Raiton: Gia –"
Kakuzu barely got out the name of the technique before he was flattened to the ground with a world shattering punch, becoming intimate with the earth in manners that flesh and soil where never supposed to be. He could do nothing but stare in disbelief as he felt as the impact of the punch cave in the entire right side of his face, crushing teeth, shattering bone, and disintegrating flesh. The crater that formed easily covered an entire kilometer, and the shockwave from the impact had broken his bones and ruptured his organs, dealing damage unto his entire form hard and dealing it fast.
"Yeah, no. I remember how bloody hard it was for me to kill you last time with your numerous heart bullshit. I've got women to fuck, and new dimensions to enslave or destroy… can't afford to waste more time on you cannon fodder."
Nothing the blond man said made any sense in the slightest, yet, Kakuzu was unable to respond as a hand was placed unto his head, and he stared into the eyes of the Rinnegan and a form of Sharingan he had never before witnessed, as he knew these to be the last things he would ever see.
"Human Path."
~~~~~~~~Prophecy Besmirched~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yami flexed his muscles as he absorbed knowledge of more jutsu and life memories from Kakuzu. Curiously enough, he discovered that he could recreate the abilities and powers of the people whose souls he had absorbed, with his knowledge and perfect control of chakra.
"Dust Release: Finger Bullet."
A concentrated miniature sphere of the infamous Dust Release emitted from his right finger and struck the body of Kakuzu, slowly disintegrating the remains of the Taki Missing Nin.
"Ah, this just keeps getting better and better – now, who's next on my hit list? Kaguya has got Kisame and Itachi, so that leaves Obito and Zetsu, and then Pain and Konan themse –"
A sudden pause came unto him as he realized one crucial detail he had missed.
"Itachi is alive. That means…Sasukeis alive."
A magnanimous grin appeared on his face instantly.
"Oh, this is going to be perfect."
~~~~~~~~~P – B ~~~~~~~~~~
Uzumaki Naruko woke up panting and drenched in sweat.
Her entire body was tired and sore, with pain and aches covering her form from head to toe. Belatedly, she could feel a copious amount of breeze on her chest, allowing her to tell with ease that she was shirtless.
Why was she shirtless? What had happened?
She sat up, staring at her form carefully, having being told by her mother numerous times to watch out for sexual predators who would like to take advantage of her. She still remembered when she was entering thirteen and had begun to develop larger breasts and wider hips, as her mother had told her all about the birds and bees, and of course, also warned her about perverts. She had been mortified by the entire conversation, but at least, she was not entirely naïve about the way the world worked, and she knew, that she was considered decently attractive.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced at the clearing she was in, not understanding how she had got there, and why it had looked so badly damaged. The last thing she actually remembered was going on the mission to rescue Gaara and –
Her eyes immediately widened as the memories returned unbidden.
The meeting with the man that claimed to be her half-brother, their subsequent fight, the results, and how –
Her breath hitched in her throat.
Sakura had killed Kakashi-sensei, for her.
She had killed Kakashi-sensei,for her.
Everything after that event was blurry, as she remembered simply getting immensely angry and sad, and then – nothing.
She woke up here, shirtless, most of her clothes looking in tatters, and staring up over the sky, looking as the evening sun was slowly starting to set.
No. No. NO!
By this time, Gaara would already be long dead. She had failed to save him! She had failed to save her friend!
And her sensei…
Sakura… why had Sakura done that? Why? Why? She should have let her die instead of killing Kakashi-sensei!
"Yes… all of this… all of it is your fault…"
Naruko froze as a cold shudder immediately ran up her spine. There was a voice in her head, and she immediately snarled.
"Shut up Kyubi! I'm not listening to you!"
"Oh? Ungrateful aren't you? After our entertaining encounter together…"
"I'm not list –"
"We went on a rampage, you and I. We killed so many of them – slaughtered them. A woman, screaming for you to spare her daughter as you ripped out the intestines of the little girl and split tore her in half by the legs. A man, standing valiantly in front of a crib, as you sunk your teeth into his neck, tore out his spine and then turned your gaze to the infant in front…"
The images came back, haunting, vicious, clear as crystal and she remembered it, She remembered all of it. Of the brutal ways she had killed, of the ways she had – she had –
She fell unto her knees, retching out violently, despite the empty contents of her stomach, she could not stop herself from emptying it, as the memories became clearer and clearer, as she remembered the screams, the shouts, the pleads for mercy –
Then she froze, as one particular murder came up, of pink hair – as she remembered the shocked face of her teammate as her hand had torn out the girl's heart.
She… killed Sakura.
Her entire body was shaking at this point. She – she was no hero, she was amonster. Once people discovered what had happened – her chances of become Hokage, her dreams of uniting the world, her life, everything – she had lost it.
"There is only one thing left for you to do now…"
The voice of the Kyubi came back, feminine and soft as it was, alluring, and tempting.
"Free me from this cage. Your death will serve will as a repentance – free me and die, Uzumaki Naruko! Free me and pay the price for the crimes you have committed, for the –"
"Ohshutup! I don't recall Kurama ever being that much of a talkative."
Silence radiated in the clearing as she turned her gaze up, finding the same blond haired man, the one who had claimed to be her half-brother, idly sitting on a tree as he stared down at her, Sharingan in one eye, and an enchanting metallic purple doujutsu in another.
"YOU!"
He waved two fingers. "Me."
Suddenly, rage bubbled up inside of her as she saw the man – the man that was responsible for everything – for putting Sakura in the position where she had to kill Kakashi-sensei, for being the cause of her rampage –
"Now before you go, 'Kyubi Smash!' on me, remember that the last time you did that, you ate a baby."
She flinched back, the words stunning her as her rage momentarily subdued, yet, still bubbled slowly deep within her.
"Though, it's kind of hypocritical coming from me considering I've mass murdered millions of men, women and children – but still, I neverateany of them. That's just sinking to dark depths."
"I didn't –"
"You know what else sinks to dark depths? A baby tossed into the ocean."
"I was –"
"What's worse than a pile of dead babies? A living one eating its way out."
"It was the –"
"What does a baby in a microwave look like? I don't know, I masturbate with my eyes closed."
"SHUT UP!"
She screamed, feeling the back of her throat burn heavily. "SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
She was panting at this point, but the man didn't seem to care, instead, he just stared at her with eyes twinkling in what seemed to be sick, twisted amusement.
"Don't like dead baby jokes? Weird, I figured you'd at least joke about your food. Oh! I hope you also don'tplaywith it –"
There was a limit to what she could take, as she lunged at him, snarling, her fingers already elongating into claws and fangs appearing, ready to tear his throat and beat him within an inch of his life.
Only for her to find herself held in the air suddenly by what looked to be solid black tendrils of chakra, that snaked completely around her form and bound her in the air in the lewdest manner possible.
"Ah, ah, bad little sister. Bad."
The black chakra tendrils tightened around her firm round breasts, snaked around her womanly parts, and coiled and entangled around her form, and she found herself unable to move in it's grasp.
"Normally I'd just extract your bijuu and all that, but considering I am a kind and generous older brother, I'll allow you to keep it... as I show you the present I got!"
She glared at him, glared at him with every single ounce of hatred that she could manage to direct, yet, for some reason, it seemed to make him evenhappier.
"Stilldefiant,stillfeisty?"
He levitated over to her position, his finger trailing under her chin, before slowly navigating downwards, to her cleavage which were pressed tightly together, and then going further down, further, until he reached her belly button, his pinky twirling around the crevice before entering it.
"It annoys me… you remind me too much of theoriginalme. That will to never give up! That defiant streak! That 'I-can-save-anyone' mentality! The naïve and stupid and foolish moron!"
He slammed his palm into her stomach, and her eyes widened as she noticed the seal appear, and all at once, a pulse of the Kyubi's chakra burst straight through her form and made her gasp.
"W-what are you talking about?"
He paused, mid float, before he placed a hand on his chin, and shook his head. "I guess it'll be fun to see just how far it takes foryouto break. Let's see if the same things that broke me, work just as well."
There was a blur, a flash of gold and indecipherable chakra, and one second, she was floating in a clearing, being held in a perverse manner by black tendrils of chakra, and the next, she found herself standing over what looked to be the destroyed remnants of a hideout.
Her eyes widened as she spotted the numerous dead shinobi, all wearing the headbands of the Village hidden in Sound, and her gaze turned upon a woman who appeared, the woman with white hair that accompanied her 'brother', and the man seemed to grin as he saw her.
"Well Kaguya?"
The woman's nose upturned. "Pitiful. The wielder of the Snake Contract was nothing more than a worm. I ended him immediately."
Naruko felt her eyes widen in disbelief. This woman – she had killed Orochimaru?
"What about fish face and the brother of the year?"
"I killed the large blue man. As for the other, I have followed your instruction to the letter."
A clone appeared beside the man, seemingly a shadow clone, and as soon as it dispersed, the man had a pleased smirk on his face.
"Well then, what are we waiting for! Let's go see the show now shall we?"
A small amount of fear trickled into her form, as they moved forward, and the man seemed to be grinning, grinning in a manner that was of utmost delight.
The reason, as she had found, lay in front of her – the rival that she had been searching for, the friend and true sister that she had tried to convince not to leave the village – Satsuki Uchiha knelt on the ground, pounding and pounding her fist into the ground as she let out numerous shrieks of rage.
"SATSU – mmmph!"
The tendril of chakra shoved itself into her mouth to prevent her from speaking, or saying anything else.
"Now, now, don't go spoiling the show!"
The woman in white hair, seemed to be observing all of it passively, and Naruko's eyes shot her a demanding look.
"It's simple enough really, this version of Sasuke, or whatever her name is, is still obsessed with killing his –herbrother. So, I had Kaguya-chan here kill Orochimaru and Itachi, and dropped Itachi's severed head right beside her pillow. Isn't that a treat?"
Naruko's eyes widened.
"Of course, being the whiny bitch she is, she's angry that she didn't get to kill the guy herself, rather than just being happy that he's dead. Talk about ungrateful."
The man gave a shrug.
"Oh well. Anyway, I brought you here to play a real fun game! You know what it is?"
He turned to her, eyes glittering.
"It's called 'how long will it take my best friend to die from being gangbanged by chakra tentacles and a hundred shadow clones?'"
Naruko felt her heart stop.
"My bet's on thirty six hours, but who knows, it might be later than that."
She watched, as Satsuki Uchiha, with her black hair tied into a messy ponytail, was unable to respond in time as her entire form was entangled by the black chakra threads that seemed to stop and absorb chakra, and as the clearing was immediately filled with naked clones, all fully erect.
"Oh, and there's more – if she dies before they all have a go – they'llcontinue."
She snapped her gaze back to the man, eyes wide.
"Oh, fuck no, not necrophilia – I'm not interested in that. I meant that I'll bring her back to life and fuck her till she's dead again. It's no fun if she's not screaming after all."
A slow, creeping feeling came into her, as she regarded the man beside her, who was clearly not human, clearly not sane, clearly not a being created by whatever kami that dared ruled the universe.
"Oh, and you know what the best part is?"
The man's eyes morphed, and momentarily, the world turned a brilliant red, with a pale moon hanging in the sky, and she found herself embedded on a cross.
"We get to watch itall over againfor the nexteighty years."
The silent scream of a female blond jinchuriki was never to be heard.
"LET THE FUCKING COMMENCE!"