Android in the Land of Snow: V
Toygirl
Naruto's sapphire eyes flickered with an artificial gleam as the Ryjin sparked in her grip. The blade buzzed like an angry wasp, the lightning arcing along its edges lighting up the frigid air. She stared at Sasori's army of puppets, her expression as unreadable as ever. Yet, beneath that monotone exterior, her ego was very much alive and thriving. She was Naruto Uzumaki, the White Flash, the undefeated.
The first wave of puppets lunged toward her, their jagged weapons aimed at her synthetic frame. With a calculated swing, she unleashed her attack. "Senju Slash," she declared, her voice as flat as the frozen terrain beneath her feet. The Ryjin roared, slicing through the first row of puppets with a crackling arc of energy. Wooden limbs and metallic joints scattered like confetti, raining down around her.
"Is this all you've got?" Naruto muttered, her gaze locked onto Sasori, who stood motionless, observing her with a detached smirk.
Sasori didn't respond, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. More puppets surged forward, their weapons gleaming ominously in the weak sunlight.
Naruto tilted her head. "Oh, more of you? How charming." She sidestepped a particularly aggressive puppet wielding a scythe, her movements precise and graceful. "Honestly, I'm starting to think you have a wood fetish. Should I be concerned?"
The scythe puppet didn't answer, obviously, but it did manage to get within inches of her before she spun around and drove the Ryjin through its torso. Lightning exploded from the blade, shattering the puppet into smoldering splinters.
"That's what I thought," Naruto remarked, flicking her blade to rid it of the lingering static charge.
From his position, Sasori's smirk widened. "Impressive for a doll. But let's see how long you can keep up, shall we?" With a flick of his wrist, another wave of puppets emerged from his scroll, each more elaborate and deadly than the last.
Naruto's gaze shifted to the new arrivals, her mechanical mind processing their designs and potential weaknesses. Her lips twitched into what could almost be called a smirk. "Oh, good. More friends. I was starting to get bored."
She launched herself into the fray, the Ryjin humming as she slashed through the puppets with relentless efficiency. Her movements were almost dance-like, a blend of precision and power that left destruction in her wake. "You know," she called out between strikes, "if you're trying to overwhelm me, you're going to need a lot more than this. Dattebayo."
Despite her bravado, Naruto couldn't help but notice the unending nature of the assault. For every puppet she destroyed, two more seemed to take its place. She paused for a brief moment, her synthetic lungs taking in air out of habit rather than necessity.
"Wow, you're like a one-man puppet show," she commented, eyeing the next wave approaching. "Except not funny. Or entertaining."
Sasori chuckled softly, his fingers dancing with precision. "You misunderstand, doll. This isn't about overwhelming you. It's about testing you."
"Testing me?" Naruto echoed, raising an eyebrow as she parried a strike from a puppet wielding twin daggers. "You're not my type, but thanks for the effort." She slammed the Ryjin down in a wide arc, the resulting explosion of lightning obliterating a dozen puppets in an instant.
Still, more came. Their sheer numbers were beginning to test even her seemingly limitless stamina. She could feel the strain in her frame, the way her joints were heating up from the constant exertion. Her artificial systems were doing their best to compensate, but even she had limits.
"Alright, Bitch," Naruto muttered internally to her AI assistant. "Any brilliant ideas?"
-A suggestion: Cease engaging. Strategic retreat advised. You are not paying attention to your surroundedings.-
"Yeah, not happening," Naruto replied, her voice resolute. "I'm invincible, remember?"
-That confidence is statistically unwarranted.-
Naruto ignored the comment, gripping the Ryjin tighter. She surged forward again, cutting through another wave of puppets with renewed determination. "You're going to have to do better than this, Red Sand!" she shouted, her voice carrying over the battlefield.
Sasori's smirk didn't waver. "Oh, I intend to." With another flick of his fingers, he summoned a larger, more menacing puppet. This one was humanoid, with razor-sharp claws and a menacing grin carved into its wooden face.
Naruto's eyes narrowed as the puppet charged at her with surprising speed. She met its assault head-on, their clash sending sparks flying. The Ryjin hummed angrily as it struggled against the puppet's reinforced blades.
"Okay, I'll admit," Naruto said, cocking her head. "This one's a little better." With a burst of effort, she pushed the puppet back and delivered a decisive slash that severed its torso.
As it collapsed, however, another puppet immediately took its place. Naruto blinked. "Oh, come on. Dattebayo. How many of these things do you have?"
Sasori's chuckle was low and mocking. "Enough to keep you busy."
Naruto frowned, her frustration mounting. She was the White Flash, the invincible shinobi of the Leaf. And yet, she couldn't help but feel like she was being worn down, bit by bit.
"Alright, no more playing around," she muttered. She raised the Ryjin high above her head, the blade glowing brighter than ever. "Time to end this. Dattebayo."
The battlefield crackled with energy as she prepared to unleash her most powerful attack yet. But even as she gathered her strength, a nagging doubt lingered at the back of her mind. Could she really outlast this endless tide of puppets?
She wouldn't let herself believe otherwise. Not yet.
Naruto stood amidst the battlefield, her blade Ryjin crackling faintly, its once-brilliant arcs of lightning now dimming. Around her, the remnants of Sasori's puppet army lay scattered, wooden limbs and shattered joints littering the icy ground. Her frilly black dress, barely touched, fluttered in the cold breeze. She brushed a strand of synthetic hair from her face and stared at Sasori with an almost bored expression.
"That's it?" she asked, her monotone voice dripping with mockery. "All those puppets cut down like butter, and here I am, barely breaking a—" she paused, "well, ink, I guess. No sweat to break, after all. Dattebayo."
Sasori, standing a distance away, chuckled softly, his hands folded inside his cloak.
Naruto's sapphire eyes narrowed. "What's so funny, doll-obsessed guy? Your toys are all broken."
"You think I was just wasting my precious puppets," Sasori said, his voice low, calculated, "just for you to destroy?"
Naruto tilted her head, her expression blank but her tone mildly mocking. "Yes. Maybe? You seem pretty dramatic. Dattebayo."
Sasori's lips curled into a smirk. "No. Don't you see something… unusual?"
Naruto blinked, her gaze sweeping the battlefield. Shattered wood, scattered weapons, nothing seemed out of place—until she noticed the black sand pooling around her feet. It was faint at first, but as her synthetic eyes adjusted, she realized the sand had been leaking from the destroyed puppets, gathering silently throughout the fight.
"So?" she said, unimpressed.
Sasori raised a hand, his fingers twitching. "Iron Sand: Iron Grip."
The black sand around her surged, rising like a living tide and wrapping itself around her legs, arms, and torso in an instant. It was cold and heavy, pinning her in place as more of it slithered up her frame, binding her tightly.
Naruto stared at the sand engulfing her body with a blank expression. "Oh, cool," she remarked. "But still useless."
Sasori's brow arched slightly. "Oh?"
Naruto's hands twitched, lightning crackling to life around her fingers. With a mechanical hum, she unleashed a burst of Raiton chakra, sending electric currents coursing through the Iron Sand. The black particles shuddered violently before falling lifelessly to the ground.
"There," Naruto said, brushing off imaginary dust. "Problem solved. Dattebayo."
Sasori's grin widened, a glint of amusement in his crimson eyes.
"Is that a nervous smile, doll-obsessed guy?" Naruto asked, her tone flat.
"No," Sasori replied calmly. "It's just that you're so… stupid."
Naruto blinked. "Huh?"
"The sand was poisoned."
Naruto tilted her head again, her tone dismissive. "I'm immune to poison. Unless it's Lee's socks—those are toxic enough to wipe out a village. Dattebayo."
From the distance, still engaged in a battle to protect the film set, Lee's muffled cry of indignation reached them.
Sasori chuckled softly. "You really think so, don't you?"
Before Naruto could retort, a warning echoed in her mind.
-Warning. Bitch spoke suddenly, her synthetic voice calm but urgent. -Foreign substance detected in system.
Naruto blinked again, this time in confusion. "Huh?"
-Initiating rectification process.-
"Huh? Dattebayo?"
Suddenly, steam began to hiss from her body, rising from the gaps in her synthetic joints and vents. Her movements became stiff, jerky, as though her internal systems were fighting against something.
Naruto's sapphire eyes flared briefly before she straightened up, her voice confident as ever. "Looks like your little trick failed. Dattebayo."
Sasori tilted his head, his smirk unwavering. "Really?"
There was a long pause before Bitch's voice returned in Naruto's mind.
-Rectifications failed.-
"What—" Naruto began, but her words were cut short as her body convulsed violently. She fell to her knees, ink spilling from her mouth and nose in dark, viscous streams.
Her hands clawed at the ground, her usually steady frame shaking uncontrollably. Every movement was jerky, unnatural, as if she were a marionette whose strings were being cut one by one.
Sasori watched her with detached interest, his smirk turning into a satisfied grin. "A doll without strings is still just a doll," he said quietly.
Naruto's convulsions grew more violent as the poison worked its way through her synthetic body. Her creamy pale skin began to turn an unsettling shade of blue, as though her systems were freezing from within. Her sapphire eyes, once glowing with an almost unnatural brilliance, flickered weakly, the light within them dimming like a failing lantern. She tried to speak, to force words out, but her jaw refused to move, and no sound came from her lips, only the relentless dripping of thick, black ink that poured from her mouth, pooling beneath her.
The ink spread like a grotesque stain on the pristine ice, a stark contrast to the battlefield around her. Sasori stood several paces away, watching her with a twisted smile, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement and superiority.
"Well, well," he drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "The great, invincible doll has finally met her match. Tell me, how does it feel, knowing that you're not so perfect after all?"
Naruto's trembling hands clawed at the icy ground, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. Her body refused to obey her commands, her systems overwhelmed by the foreign substance coursing through her. Her eyes, though flickering and dim, were wide with desperation as she tried to stand, tried to prove him wrong.
But her legs refused to move, locked in place by the poison's merciless grip.
In the distance, Kakashi, Sakura, Sasuke, and Lee fought valiantly against the Snow trio, their battles raging with intense ferocity. They glanced toward Naruto from time to time, concern flashing in their eyes, but they were too preoccupied with their own opponents to come to her aid.
"Naruto!" Kakashi called out, his voice strained as he parried a strike from Nadare.
"Hang on, Naruto!" Sakura yelled, dodging a barrage of kunai.
Lee, his voice filled with determination, shouted, "I will protect you, Lady Yukie! Just hold on, Naruto!"
Sasuke, engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, clenched his teeth. "Tch. Stupid idiot, don't lose now."
But their words were drowned out by the chaos, and none of them could break away to help her.
Naruto's mind raced, panic creeping into her thoughts as Sasori took a step closer. No. This can't be happening. She refused to believe it. She was invincible. She was Naruto. She had faced the Zombie Hokages, defeated the Orochimama or something—she couldn't lose to someone like him.
Her sapphire eyes widened in fear as Sasori crouched before her, his smile growing ever more sinister.
"Still clinging to that delusion, aren't you?" he said softly, his tone mocking yet cold. "You really thought you were untouchable, didn't you? Just another puppet playing at being human. Pathetic."
Naruto's flickering eyes tried to focus on him, her body trembling as she fought against the inevitable. She wanted to scream at him, to retort with her usual bravado, but her voice was gone, her systems failing.
Sasori tilted his head, observing her like a scientist studying a specimen. "You don't even understand what you are, do you? A tool. A construct. And now…" He reached out, his fingers brushing against the seals engraved on her neck, "you'll finally stop pretending to be anything more."
Naruto's eyes flickered brighter for a brief second, a silent plea, a desperate denial. But Sasori ignored it, his hand tightening its grip around her neck.
With a loud, sickening crunch, he pulled.
Wires snapped, seals tore, and a cascade of ink sprayed into the air as Naruto's head was ripped from her body. Her frilly black dress crumpled as the lifeless frame collapsed onto the icy ground. Her head, still gripped in Sasori's hand, hung limply.
"That's what you are: a toy."
Her sapphire eyes, once so vibrant and alive, dimmed entirely, leaving nothing but a hollow, glassy stare.
Naruto Uzumaki was dead.
Û~Û
Author Note:
Sorry, sweetie. Life is harsh. Dattebayo.
I hope you liked this chapter.
Drop your thoughts in the review section. Your words inspire me to write faster, better and with more depth.
Till next time!