Plans for all my fanfictions are complete and locked away in multiple storages. Now I'm trying to write I'm still busy but not as before. I don't think I can update my two fanfictions before I go back to school but gosh darnit I'll try my best.
No correction software or A.I or beta reader used. This is just a test of my expression and to a lesser degree my grammar
Chapter 3
Blood-esque orbs peered into the ocean-esque orbs, eye lids narrowing to think slits as the vertically elongated pupil spread into a more leaf-like shape.
"Hello, again Elmenhilde… or rather, good day lady Elmenhilde," the priest greeted, offering a small smile and a bow. Had he never encountered her and did not have supernatural senses, he would have believed she as an albino barbie.
She was petite, with a black hooded shawl and burgundy Victorian style dress that rendered the impression of wine, hammered in by the purple hem at the bottom. It was strapless, and to assist in shielding her modesty, the shawl covered her should, revealing a bit of her cleavage..
Her dainty arms were covered by lacy arm covers which were ivory, like the smile the throbbed her heart endlessly. Oh how she wished she didn't yearn for the rotten priest yet there she was, vulnerable, in a church and under the influence biblical holy forces capable of turning devils to mounds of ash.
"Mathe- no, Na…ruto?" her voice chimed like a soft bell. A far cry from the banshees one would expect from a vampires such as herself. "He looks so different but… there's no mistaking it. It's him," she thought, as bile used her throat to act like a thermometer.
"That is my name… yes… You sought me, like he asked you to. I can't really refuse the request of my clone, can I?" Naruto responded, his jovial aura dimming and carnal hunger plummeting to nothing. With a single hand sign, the one representing the serpent in the ninja arts, the floor bulged, morphed and contorted skyward then spread wide and round like a child spinning while describing his plans for the world.
The air itself sang of him. The sage. An entity who's mind did not reflect the purity of his actions, even though he was far from innocent. Uzumaki Naruto was a defender at heart. It is represented down to the manner in which he performs or performed his shinobi duties. His massive chakra reserves enabled him to fire a fullisade of high-powered instruments of destruction at a time but instead, he preferred to stand tall and raise his fists.
The world sang of him. The sage. An entity who triumphed over the torturous journey to attain strength that is supernatural, even to his own people, climbing his strength to be in league with the wielders of the progenitor's eyes.
"Matheus" was just like him. He was a mere clone pretending to be a normal human in Romania, part of Naruto's effort to understand the world at large better. The lovely tale between the black haired boy with honey colored eyes is one for another day but a single look at the vampiress summed it up perfectly.
It was a forbidden love. Naruto gazed into her eyes. The eyes with scelera paling like oysters as moisture lengthed and rounded itself into pearls.
"He loved you… and, I want to say he lives as me but… I can't.." Naruto started, before making a gesture with his hands, the chair on his opposite end pulling itself back from the newly formed table.
"If he was a clone? Why was he so real?" she whispered, her pumping fuel into the furnace of her soul. It's explosion was only restrained by knowledge. Before Matheus died in a puff of smoke, she had felt it. Power, power beyond her imagination. As a noble, she had the chance to encounter a god, one of war and destruction no less yet. Power. Power. Power.
It was immesurable. It was so exquisite yet so vile. The raw, unrestrained, collosal power she felt leaving Matheus' body as it traveled to this church warned her. He who sat before her was beyond the joke she met. The god was nothing.
"He was real because he had a choice. And he chose you. And I accept your rage because he passed on due to my negligence. I can easily make a new clone but each clone is unique," Naruto explained, thinking back to the time the fourth great ninja war was hidden from him. His clones rebelled and refused to dispel despite his efforts.
"My clones are different. I may get their memories and experiences but I don't get their heart. Each of them has some characteristic that makes them different. I'm my own little world, I suppose. Clones… when they die are aware of how fleeting their lives are and yet, they choose to give them up in service of me. I… I am sorry for your loss," Naruto bowed, holding back tears.
The amount of pain he could feel from her hurt him. The pain of losing Neji and Jiraiya flaring harshly into his heart, reminding him of his failure. Naruto had gotten so good at his shadow clone technique that he could easily telepathically communicate with them and collect information that way before resupplying them with chakra remotely.
He had been… negligent. And it was unfortunate too because these clones actually lived lives. Matheus was not the only one he killed that morning. Numerous lives. Some of love, some of crime, some of chastity and honesty and others of moral ambiguity. He didn't allow his clones to live longer than 3 days. He and Sasuke descending into this world was the first time he trully created clones to which he'd provide autonomy.
He didn't apologize for his actions. He did nothing wrong yet… yet… " I wouldn't be able to look mom, in the eye".He had degraded himself, one who could only be satiated with debauchery, leading him down the rabbit hole of hypocrisy. He generous but he was not chaste. He lied and he cheated, all for the fun of being the leader of the world on a mere whim he shared with his best friend.
He didn't want to think of it. Like an alcoholic, he just drank. The contents of figurative bottle in his hand where known as effects but not as poison so he just drank. And drank. And drank. Even now, as this woman he'd hurt due to his negligence, he thought of bending her over and having his way with her.
Every mirror in the church shattered.
"I… see. I flew here not knowing what to do. What to say. He died but you cannot revive him. I want to be angry with you but I can't with that look on your face," she stated.
End