Chapter 7: Gods Are Made
The Godaime Hokage, Tsunade of the Sannin, was incredibly troubled.
She grabbed the sake which was on her desk, and paid no heed to her assistant's gaze as she gulped it down, feeling it travel down her throat and burn the back, serving to momentarily distract her of her worries.
She turned to Shizune, finding the young woman standing beside her, and giving her a look.
"What?"
Rather than berate her, Tsunade would find herself baffled when the young black haired woman instead grabbed herself a bottle, and proceeded to chug it down herself.
That was how messed up the situation was.
As it stood, Konoha was the last Great Hidden Village. One week ago, they had felt the devastating earthquakes which had rocked the world, and everyone had wondered the cause, but no one could have anticipated that the origins came from the destruction of all four other major hidden village.
Iwagakure was a giant crater, with nothing but a tombstone and the skeleton of Onoki in the dead middle, the man's skeleton wielding a sign saying "Welcome to the Village Hidden in Tombstone."
Sunagakure was no longer a desert, but a pool of cooled lava, and a destroyed mesh of sand, with every single corpse buried underneath the dunes.
Kumogakure was a village plagued by lightning storms which struck down the earth constantly, occasionally hitting dead corpses that had been left because there was no one to bury them.
Kirigakure was nowliterallya village of Bloody Mist, as red haze tinted the atmosphere from the blood that had been spilled.
Since the news had reached to Konoha, there had been massive, widespread fear and apprehension. Everybody waited with baited breath, wondering if it was their turn next to be completely wiped out without cause or reason. There were no witnesses, there were no survivors, no one to tell them what in the world was the cause of the sudden destruction of the other villages, however, people had begun pushing the blame on her Goddaughter, Naruko.
Reports came in as people described what Tsunade knew to have been Naruko's four-tailed form, going on a massive, destructive and murderous rampage across the continent. Killing indiscriminately in brutal ways that would leave even the staunchest and most emotionless of shinobi green in the face.
Her mother had vehemently denied the claims, and of course, the people did not want to believe that Kushina's daughter, and the legacy of the Fourth Hokage was the one who was behind the destruction of the other villages. However, considering the evidence, and the fact that she had not shown up for an entire week, the doubt in everyone's mind had faded, and immediately, Naruko went from hero, to witch and demon.
Kushina's temper did not make things any better, as the hot-headed shinobi was quick to attack anyone that so much as talked about her daughter in bad light, earning her the title of "Witch Mother".
Needless to say, everything had gone to shit.
The only benefits of this however, was that rumor had it that the entirety of the Akatsuki, as well as Orochimaru and Satsuki Uchiha, were now dead. This news had only cemented it stronger in the minds of people that Uzumaki Naruko and the Kyubi was the one responsible, and nothing Kushina said or did seemed to prove otherwise.
Jiraiya had gone in search of her, but had failed to return.
The ANBU squads she had sent had all failed to return as well and Tsunade truly did not want to assume the worst.
The entire world was in a state of panic, and maintaining peace and order had never been so difficult. If she had known that this was what it would be like to become the Hokage, she would have never have taken on the mantle when Sarutobi had come knocking.
Every night she closed her eyes, wondering if they would ever open to see the following day, and she was not the only one.
It was no longer a matter ofifKonoha would be destroyed.
It was a matter ofwhen.
"Would you like me to pleasure you ni-sama? To take your large member and shove it down my throat? Or would you like to use one of my other holes ni-sama?"
Yami let out a heavy sigh as he plopped to the ground and pumped his fist into the air.
"FINALLY!"
Damn, he had underestimated the willpower that this she-clone of him possessed.
"Kaguya, how long has it been?"
He turned his gaze to the woman, and Yami blinked as he noticed that she was busy giving a shadow clone a blowjob.
"Oi, clone! I made you to have sex with the Uchiha!"
"Fuck that. It got boring after I nutted in her for the seventieth time. Not to mention it's kind of weird having sex with a female Sasuke."
Yami frowned as he dispelled the clone, only to blink as memories came surging.
"The hell?"
His shadow clone had gone off on its own and killed Obito and Zetsu, and then, being bored with that, it took off and killed Pain, capturing Konan and throwing her into the Kamui dimension, before running into Jiraiya and a shit ton of Konoha ANBU.
Oh, and yeah, he killed all of them too.
Yami frowned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was one particular reason the original had hated Shadow Clones, and he could share in that hatred a little bit.
"Er – hem" he watched as Kaguya tried, and failed, to regain a modicum of her regality and elegance, as though she did not have a dick down her throat half a second ago "I assume you are finally done with 'molding' the girl?"
"She was tough to break, I'll give her that… and you seem to be taking this all too well."
Kaguya let out a somewhat half-hearted shrug. "This life… it is… interesting."
Yami rose an eyebrow. "Well what do you know, we might make a budding nymphomaniac out of you yet."
"Why –I – I'd n-never –"
"You do know I get the memories ofallmy clones, and you seemed rather enthusiastic whilst sucking me off."
The normally pale woman went beet red, and Yami sighed. "You can watch me gangbang a woman senseless without batting an eye, yet mentioning the fact that you're getting good at blowjobs suddenly makes you imitate a tomato. I really don't get you Kaguya."
Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the fully naked, and absolutely busty blonde woman in front of him, his she-clone as it were. He was suitably satisfied with Naruko, as she knelt, her eyes easily possessing a wild and glazed look to them, as he had finally broken her, and made her his eternal, devoted lapdog. Her eyes gazed hungrily at his crotch, and her nipples poked out, clear and erect, giving Yami no small amount of satisfaction.
"Will you do anything for me Ruko-chan?"
"Anything for you ni-sama~" she rasped out, making Yami smirk even wider.
"You see your friend over there?"
Her gaze turned to Satsuki, who, could more or less be described as having being bathed and then completely baptized in semen.
Her heart had given out numerous times during the intercourse, and true to his word, Yami had brought her back to life and had his clones continue as though nothing had happened. Though her body could keep up, her mind could not, and she had simply stared on blankly into space with a massive grin and her tongue handing out in the air as her eyes were rolled into the back of her head after being fucked to death and resurrected for the ninth time.
"Yes ni-sama?"
"Take her eyes and kill her."
Yami would admit that he had been expecting a form of hesitation, or delay, or something, instead, Naruko strolled over, gouged out the eyes of the woman who hadliterallybeen fucked brain dead, and then snapped the woman's neck – before skipping all the way back over to him with a brilliant smile on her face.
Ah, the wonders of the Tsukuyomi mind rape.
"Have I pleased you ni-sama?"
He placed his hand on her head, watching as her form shuddered and she nearly orgasmed just from the contact, and grinned.
"Yes. You've pleased me very, very much. So much in fact, that I'm going to allow you join me for a threesome with your mother."
It was rather…interestingto know that Kushina was alive in this world. It was a meeting that Yami was definitely looking forwards to.
Kaguya gave him an odd look.
"It's not incest if she's not reallymymother. She's just an alternate dimension version of her –"
The odd look continued.
"Really woman! I kill over a million people, and you don't say anything, but I mention fucking my own mother and now you're giving me the stinkeye? Get your priorities straight!"
She shook her head. "I never said a word."
"You were thinking it."
"And since when can you read minds?"
"Since I combined my ability to Sense Negative Emotions with the Rinnegan."
She blinked, proving that she actually did not know that tidbit of information. All at once a sense of morbidity entered her.
"Does that mean –"
"Yes, I am well aware of how many times you have plotted to vanish on your own and leave me here, or simply kill me outright."
There was a moment of deep, resounding silence.
"All Killing Aaaaaaaahhhhhh–"
Her attempt to launch a surprise attack failed horrendously, when a large, phallic shaped tendril of pure golden chakra emitted from below her without warning, thrusting itself deep, deeper than imaginable into her ass.
Her eyes stung with unshed tears as a mixture of pleasure and pain rocked her form, and the golden chakra continued as it swerved around her body, over and over again, tightening and constricting her in place, following by the rapid appearance of seals.
"How – when –"
Yami's smirk did not ease her surprise one bit. "The clone you were sucking off earlier placed a seal on you just in case you got any ideas… basically, surprise anal sex whenever you attack me."
She grit her teeth as she stared at him. "When did you learn Fuinjutsu?"
"When the clone killed Jiraiya of the Sannin with the Human Path, and when my clone absorbed Orochimaru's memories earlier. With the memories of two Sannin and a Tsuchikage, combined with perfect control over chakra, I could seal away your existence forever."
He walked up to her, a smirk on his face as he gently ran his hands through her hair. She was expecting a lot of things, from being sealed, to being killed, to him even summoning the thrice damned Shinigami and ending her, but she could not have anticipated the manner in which his lips locked hers, with a strong, ferventpassion.
She couldn't move, yet, he placed his hands softly behind her head as she felt his tongue encompase all of her, and her eyes widened slightly when the tongue went down her throat and even went so far as ticking the back of it, the wet, passionate kiss undeniably making her womanhood go damper by the passing second.
Once he was done, the detached from her mouth, a trail of saliva following it, and more so following his now long and extremely elongated tongue that he could not seemingly manipulate as he wished.
She stared at him, short of breath, but extremely, extremely confused, a part of her wanting the kiss more, and another part of her yelling deep within her psyche that she should not have been enjoying it.
"Why?"
The word, rasped out of her breath, the only thing she could trust her voice to say.
Yami merely shrugged, his tongue receding back into his mouth, the normal length. "Just testing out the snake bastard's Elongated Tongue technique. It was creepy as hell when I was a child, but damn if it doesn't have many uses. Also, it's good to know that Ero-sennin's memories of making women faint with just a kiss isn't all for show."
She stared at him, baffled, confused, wondering how this could be the same person that had just ordered the utter destruction of the mind and soul and body of a girl through sexual torture, and then brainwashed another into his pet by making her watch said sexual torture over a period of eighty years, crammed into a week.
"No – not that. I meant, why? You do realize that I have been plotting to kill you, Uzumaki. Plotting to either abandon you here or destroy you at the first opportunity that presents itself at me."
Rather than be enraged at this, or even seem troubled, the man smirked.
"Exactly. To be honest, I'd have been more let down if youweren't."
More confusion entered into her form. "What?"
The man shrugged, before grinning.
"Look, as fun as it is fucking women senseless and inducing mass carnage, it's no fun doing it alone. It'd also get boring without any challenge or trouble presented before me."
She stared at him, wondering if she was hearing things right.
"Youwantme to oppose you?"
"It would certainly be amusing to watch you try. To see how you could possibly succeed as I grow stronger and my arsenal grows more versatile. Besides I…"
He seemed to pause as he slowly examined his next words.
"I…likeyour company."
She stared at him, wondering if the man in front of her was truly insane. Of course, he could read her mind, and he merely let out a shrug.
"Look, with my abilities, I'd be living in a world of puppets and sex slaves. Great and all, but I can't have a conversation with someone who creams herself every interaction."
At that, he turned to the girl, Naruko.
"Your mother is a whore, and you exist from now on only to be a cumdumpster"
The girl's back arched as she squealed "Ahhhh!!! O-onisama… Your words… they – aaaahhhh!"
Kaguya didn't know whether to be impressed that he had broken someone down so much that mentioning cruel words to her would arouse her enough to begin thrusting her hips into the air madly as she orgasmed, or to be appalled as to how she had looked on and let it all happen.
"I… see…"
Ignoring the girl dramatically rolling on the floor, Kaguya gave a steady gaze to the man in front of her.
"In a sense, you are my responsibility. For it was my actions that sent you into despair, and hence brought upon the suffering and deaths of millions of lives. Hence, I will not stop searching for a way to defeat, or seal you."
Yami grinned. "Oh, I anticipate it. But until you succeed, you aremine."
She would have flinched at the words had she had control over her body.
"Not in the sense of the other women though, you aremine. My wife, my partner, my spouse or lover or whatever you want to call it."
"W-w-what?" she spluttered out, face rapidly reddening.
He walked up to her, his eyes entrancing as his palm gently rested under her chin.
"You are my Queen, Kaguya. If you can defeat me or seal me, I welcome the challenge. But until then, we are partners, you and I. Emperor and Empress, rulers, conquerors –Gods."
Kaguya had a thought, but she immediately discarded it from her mind on the off chance that the man was reading her thoughts at the moment. Still, there was no way, no possible way, even as she stared at him, she could not believe it when she saw the emotions in those eyes –
He wasgenuinelyinfatuated with her.
No, not infatuated.
He wasobsessed.
This was the man who had spent a long while trying to kill her after all, before they had arrived here, he had no other goal but to destroy her, to end her, and he had beaten, and bruised, and attempted to kill her in any way possible.
Now that he realized he couldn't, and now that his thoughts were on more than just murder, that obsession had come back, in a strong, clear, potent drive.
Hate and Love were on two ends of the spectrum after all, and it was not surprising as to how one could rapidly morph into another.
Somehow, the realization that this twisted Uzumaki Naruto was enamored with her was even more frightening than the previous knowledge that he hated her.
Her throat was strangely dry as he kissed her again, firmer than before, and she felt her will and vehemence melt like aged butter over a fireplace, and as she felt his tongue ravage her deeper than what she thought possible, the odd realization that his tongue of all things was going down her throat and back again in the manner of a penis, somewhat making her entire body shudder with pleasure and terror.
She was getting addicted to him. This was bad.
"You and I Kaguya, you and I. God Yami, Goddess Kaguya. Together, we rule, everywhere, everything, everyone. Do you accept?"
The fact that she had even contemplated agreeing brought her no small amount of terror.
"I –"
He came up again, and the third kiss melted away any previous inhibitions she may have had.
"I accept."
It was perhaps, most insane relationship that had ever existed, yet, somehow, Kaguya wondered if it was the insanity, or the thrill of the danger, or something else entirely which made her accept the offer from the psychopathic, insane darkness ridden version of Uzumaki Naruto.
Or perhaps, it was the burning passion she herself was beginning to feel around his presence.
Despite how Yami viewed himself, there was a lot in common between him and his light counterpart, because they were essentially the same person, however, one was focused on saving, and the other, on destruction.
Of course, she would not lie that the concept of conquering dimensions and having a legion of slaves did sound somewhat appealing.
With a brilliant grin and a clap of the hands, he spun as though he had won a lottery.
"Perfect. But, if we're to be rulers and conquerors of dimensions, we must possess a palace and servants fitting of our station, don't you think?"
She frowned. "A palace? Impossible. We cannot have one if we are jumping dimensions."
"True," he conceded, before winking "Unless of course, the Palace is in a dimension of its own, that we can always access."
Kaguya blinked, the idea instantly coming to her, understanding what he was referring to.
"Your Kamui dimension."
"Exactly."
Slowly, he moved over to the woman and in a motion, discarded the seals binding her tight, as a large wonderful smile graced his face.
"And you, my dear Goddess, get to design and build it, however you so wish."
She was able to move again, freeing herself from the seals that once restricted her, as she turned back to stare at him.
"Now, my Goddess, is there anything that you'd like to ask of me?"
Slowly, she nodded. "But of course. I have one request."
"And that would be?"
Her response was to claim his lips with her own, as they collapsed to the ground in a tangled mess of bodies.
Maybe she was insane, maybe he had disintegrated or damaged her brain one too many times, or perhaps all of this was some weird dream perpetuated by the Infinite Tsukuyomi. She did not know.
All Kaguya knew at that moment, was that the man's kisses made her body burn with fire, her chests scorch with flames, her loins singe with infernos, and her mind tingle with the notion of sweet, everlasting pleasure.
The world could burn for all she cared.
She was happy, and that was all that mattered.
"ONI-SAMA! AHHH!!!!"
Now if only the she-clone would stop shrieking, her day would be complete.