this chapter was a fucking BITCH to write
forget about the whole 2 month break turning into 8 months, this shit got deleted TWICE
ima fkin kill a bitch
and if one of u tell me to use google drive
ima kill you too
i dont fkin trust them
#thegovernmentarelizards
Last TimeHonestly dude, you might as well reread the thing.
Part 18
Two robed figures traveled side by side in silence. One walked, covered from head to toe in dust and the other sat cross legged atop a pile of levitating dust, oddly untarnished in comparison to his compatriot. On all sides, the pair were bombarded by a vicious sandstorm, yet their pace neither slowed nor their path wavered.
"I know you're deflecting the storm with Dust-style, you might as well share it." Hayame turned to his right and spat out a globule of spit and sand.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm enduring the harsh and troubling storm in its entirety. We are brothers, forged through our trials and tribulations. I would never, not even for a second, even dare to break that bond." responded Vizier. He continued to stare on straight ahead, dramatically stroking his lengthy beard for added emphasis.
"....Vizier...I can-"
"Lord Vizier."
Hayame took a deep breath. "
Lord Vizier, I can literally see the bubble of gathered Dust around you. There isn't even a speck on your clothing. Isn't the duty of a clan leader to protect his own? How can you ask for us to call you Lord when you -" Hayame was cut off once again by Vizier holding up his hand. Vizier came to a stop and a wall of dust formed in front of Hayame to stop his motion.
"Wha? What now?" asked Hayame. He had gotten sand in his eye and was beginning to get slightly irritated.
Instead of a response, Vizier weaved several handsigns and the sandstorm that was previously limiting their vision to a mere 2 metres in all directions retreated from the pair. A sphere grew with Vizier at the centre, practically pushing away the storm several kilometres in all directions.. Hayame would have scoffed and complained about the unnecessary scale of it if not for the sight before him.
Just 3 or 4 steps ahead of him laid an impossibly wide cavern. It stretched for a good 3 or 4 kilometres to the South and as far as Hayame could see towards the North. Hayame dropped to his knees and crawled forward to get a view of the depth. He didn't realise it but he was shaking. Several kilometres down, just several steps ahead of him, Hayame could make out the unmistakeable red glow of lava.
"The great and powerful Hayame Kitsune no Sabakue, brought to his literal and mental knees by a childish fear of heights."
Hayame couldn't even respond until he had crawled back to a safe distance and taken several deep breaths.
"It.....it isn't childish." was all he could muster. He took another deep breath and composed himself. "How are we crossing that...I...I absolutely
refuseto be carried by you. Not after what happened at the Kinzogakure Chuunin Exams." Hayame shuddered at the memory as Vizier struggled to hide a smile.
"Well if you refuse, then we'll just have to close the cavern." Without another word, Vizier floated off ahead, over the edge and onwards. The sandstorm that had been held back by Vizier's jutsu came rushing back in full force and Hayame spent a few seconds loudly cursing until he was relieved once again. This time, Vizier had cleared a stream of air directly in front of Hayame, allowing him to see to the other side of the cavern. For all its mighty depth and width, the cavern was a mere 50m wide. 50m that Hayame could have jumped, were he able to muster up the courage to do so. That however, did not take away the from the brute power required to create such a chasm.
"What kind of monster created this?" Hayame whispered to himself.
Several hundred kilometres away, the retiring Kage of the Hidden Thunder, sneezed.
"Is everything all right Vuregu?" The ex-Kage nodded.
"Yeah, I'm all right. Lets continue with the initiation ceremony."
Back at the chasm, the pair had began to simultaneously weave handsigns, Hayame was a fraction of a second off, but that did not hinder the jutsu;
"Earth Style: Continental Shift"
A short, curvy woman stood outside the gates of the Shizen clan compound. Two young boys ran past her engaged in a recreation of a fabled battle when one of them caught her eye. He stopped and shoved his friend, pointing excitedly at the arriving traveler. His friend squealed and in his excitement, the first boy forgot to make fun of him. They turned and ran through the gates, announcing to the clan that their hero was back.
A small smile appeared on StarShizen's face as she watched the spectacle. She enjoyed the hero worship, at least when she wasn't suffocating under it's pressure. She was the first and only individual in the clan's history to ever make it past Chuunin and only the 4th to even reach Chuunin at all. She had single-handedly made the Shizen clan relevant and each battle she commanded only further propelled the name. Her fat donations to the clan were well appreciated and it was pretty commonly thought - although never said - that if Star ever died, her clan likely would too. She had rescued the clan from crippling poverty
She barely made it through the gates before she was swamped with cousins, cousins of cousins and cousins of cousins of cousins.
"Hey, hey, what did we tell you! Give her space! Give her space!" A single voice commanded the roars of the crowd into a murmur and a path was parted for Shizen's brother to walk through.
"Welcome home Sis" clamoured Bakuro Shizen, embracing his sister in a hug.
"Look, Bakky, I'm really tired and just want to go home...could you do me a favour and tell the elders I won't be able to brief them..." In the dim light of early evening Bakuro could just make out the heavy bandages underneath his sister's bright green coat.
"Of course...of course, they won't mind at all." He wanted to press the matter but knew that this wasn't the time for it.
"Okay everybody, that's it for tonight. Our Star is tired, let her get her much needed rest!" there were audible groans from all around the crowd. Children and adults alike keen to hear of their hero's latest triumphs.
On the other side of Morigakure, a short, yet muscular 14 year old boy knelt in front of a newly polished sign. The sign stood mere metres in front of where the Jyuunshin headquarters once had. A base that had spent its entire short history hidden from view was now reduced to nothing but pitiless wreckage. The very road leading up it was formerly cladded in a combination of both adept Genjutsu and the thick, uneven, forestry surrounding Morigakure. Now, that very road had it's secrecy stolen from it, it was a sight that was both hard to look at and hard to miss. On both sides of the 10km road, placed 5 metres apart were a variety of cheaply made gallows. Some were made with Wood-Style jutsu, some were hastily constructed and some were even just tree branches with a rope tied around it. However each of these gallows held a single thing in common.
Women and men, children and the elderly swung by their necks in the evening, summer breeze. A large, and powerful clan served as nothing more than a haunting piece of roadside decoration. A warning and a deterrant, one repeated upon the very sign that the young boy was reading.
"As punishment for disloyalty to the Great Lord Morikage (Elder Aoi of the Kirishima clan and Amigake clan) the Toratsume clan and their allies have been sent to a righteous death. Take this as a generous warning, cooperation with any blacklisted organisation is to be severly punished. Praise be to the Great Lord Morikage for his crushing defeat of our enemies. For a list of blacklisted organisations, visit your local government office.
Toratsume Clan Traitors
- Takeshi Toratsume
- Yakura Toratsume
- Tylet Toratsume
- Guren Tsukegami-Toratsume
...
...
...
Allies of the Toratsume Clan
- Mika Himitsu
- Onimaro Himitsu
- Kamiko Himitsu
- Hyun Amigake
- Junior Amigake
- Yangan Chiitsuki
...
...
...
All current and past Yugure of Katakiuchi (in order of their bounties, all of which are to be claimed by the Great Lord Morikage and utilised for the betterment of the village and its citizens)
- 'Unnamed woman of the Amigake' - 50 million
- Konohuro Kirishima - 50 million
- Hishiro Nakai - 45 million
- Ken Himitsu - 43 million
- Nibui Kirishima- 37 million
- Kazuki Himitsu - 30 million
- Rayzote Yamato -28 million
- Crono Sabaku - 25 million
- Arashi Kirishima - 12 million"
The breaking of a twig brought Kuria out of his daze and he turned to see Shiro Nakai standing behind him. He wiped his eyes and stumbled to his feet. "H...How did you get here...I thought you were in one of the fire nations?"
Shiro Nakai stared at the child in front of him. It had been nearly 10 months since they had last met and although the boy had barely grown an inch, he appeared to have aged considerably. Shiro glanced at Kuria's arm and unto the list of names behind him.
"Reminance triggered a Level 5 warning. I arrived to the base immediately as I was
supposed to. Only to find that one member hadn't even begun moving." Shiro looked back at Kuria's arm and the slight frown on his face only deepened.
"If you even are a member anymore..." Kuria didn't respond, he held his left arm as if to hide the spot where he his Roguhanta tattoo had been hastily removed. Shiro stared him down, daring him to look into his eyes.
"You know removal of the tattoo is synonymous with leaving the organisation. And as much as I would like to leave you here, I made a promise to your father." Kuria nodded meekly, he wanted to say something, but knew too well how Shiro would respond. It appeared not even the death of his parents was enough to earn Shiro's sympathies. Without even a single word on the topic, Shiro tapped his obsidian staff on the ground, encasing the pair in Wind chakra and ascending into the sky.
Aoi Amigake-Kirishima lay on his stomach, enjoying a well earned full-body massage after a tough day's job of ordering peasants around. There was a knock on the door and he waved at his guard to let the guest in.
"Oh, if it's none other than my beautiful assistant! Why, wouldn't you like to take over? I'm sure those delicate hands of yours could do better than these mongrels."
His Head of Anbu walked in with a glass and jug of Aoi's favourite wine.
"It is as though you read my mind Lord Aoi." She flashed a smile and raised the jug, making sure to push together her breasts in the process." Aoi's eyes almost popped out of his head at the miraculous change in behaviour. He rushed his servants and guards out of the room and gestured for her to bring the wine to his bedside table.
"My oh my, what brought about this sudden change? Something about my ruthless slaughter of a clan? Or was it the way I claimed all the glory for myself..." He got a flirty smile in return as the soft and delicate hands he had so often dreamed about started to work on his shoulders. Aoi moaned aloud, as he sank into his hand-crafted bed. He downed two full glasses of wine in the blink of an eye, and was just about to 'make his move' when everything went horribly wrong.
The alcohol in his blood began to attack his cells, wracking pain throughout his body. The soft hands on his shoulders grasped his neck, and a knee slammed into his lower back, pushing all the air out of his lungs and preventing him from calling for help. The sweet voice he had grown so accustomed to spat into his ear with venom.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this day, planned for this day, fantasised about this day." She could imagine that Aoi had done the same, but not with this added twist. A wicked laugh escaped her lips.
Aoi pushed with all of his strength but the poison had rendered his muscles useless.
"I've suspected you for years, but this farce you pulled today was the last piece of evidence I needed. You're working for the Kirishima in some twisted plot with Katakiuchi. You've been lying to the people and the elders about Roguhanta and now you've told the world that all of the Yugure are dead. And by your hand nonetheless."
Aoi attempted to gather his chakra, but his chakra too was beyond his control. He couldn't even move his fingers to cast hand-signs and the pressure on his back was overbearing.
"You think you're smart. And in some ways, you are. A perfect opportunity had arisen and by claiming their deaths, you not only ended the search for the Yugure but painted yourself as a hero and cleared all suspicions in one well thought out swoop. But although you may fool those petulant, arrogant elders. You cannot fool me."
Aoi had long ago learnt the beginnings of gathering Nature chakra, he thought back to those lessons and for a brief moment regained control over his right hand. But it was already too late. He had gone too long without breathing and dark spots were beginning to appear at the edges of his vision.
"I only wished I could've done it sooner, I'll blame myself for the eradication of the Toratsume clan for as long as I live."
As Aoi's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body began to throb, his Head of Anbu bent over and kissed him on his bloody lips.
"And yes, I am a lesbian."
Star-Shizen almost collapsed as she entered her 4 story home. She gratefully accepted assistance from her servant, clambered up to her room and sank into her bed with a huge sigh.
"Where's Hanna?" asked Star.
"A messenger informed me she'd be working till late, some sort of personal task she must oversee to completion." Star released a pained groan as she let out the frustrations of the past few days..
Although she was the Head of the Morigakure ANBU, it wasn't often that her lover worked till late, snd for it to happen on the day where Star had finally returned was most frustrating.
"Whatever she's doing she better hurry up...she wouldn't believe what I've been up to.
On the far west of Morigakure, several kilometres away from Hidden Dust territory, a rickety supplies wagon bumped along an old, unpaved road. It's 3 living passengers sat in the very back, bundled uncomfortably against bags of pig feed and compost. 3 Hidden Thunder shinobi, each from the Himitsu clan, evacuated as they were unfit for battle. 1 of them because they were too young, and 2 recovering from scars both mental and physical. Diamond Lee, Taiga and Satomi sat in silence, except for Lee's awkward, yet persistent attempts at conversation.
"Say, Satomi...whatever were you doing out of village territory on your own anyways?"
"I came to the Hidden Hill to help rescue my younger, older brother. "
"Younger... older brother? So you have more than one older brother?"
"Yes"
"Cooool... Still it's pretty impressive you were sent on a rescue missi-"
"I wasn't. I followed my older brother, but I wasn't authorised. He told me to retreat because once he realised how ill prepared he was." There was as short pause as the young girls eyes filled with tears.
"He's probably dead..."
"Errr, no...no you don't know that! Your older brother could've saved your...younger older brother." A weird noise escaped Satomi's lips as she gently shook her head.
"Not a chance, Kenshi wouldn't stand a chance against Ken. Before...maybe, but Kenshi left it too long. Ken is too strong from him to take down on his own." The weird noise happened again and Lee realised it was a sad, crying laugh.
"K..Kenshi? and Ken?" Lee paled as he realised just who she was talking about. He whispered, as though Ken was listening.
nn
"K..Ken the Kannibal?" Satomi looked annoyed at the nickname but her expression was more than an answer in itself.
"Yes, the Krazy Kannibal or Kinky Kannibal or whatever name he's been given. He's still my brother. And he needs saving." She clenched her fists in a sudden spurt of determination. A strong contrast to her crying just moments ago.
Lee nodded meekly, he had no doubt that Ken was in some serious need of saving, he just doubted whether anyone would be able to do it...let alone...her.
"I know what you're thinking. I will do it."
"Ah...well yes of course...I mean maybe not physically...but you could...convince him...to turn...himself....in" Lee's sentence drifted off as he avoided the looks from both Satomi and Taiga who had been listening in the entire time. He deemed the conversation had gone on long enough though and stepped in before the conversation got any more...personal.
"Seriously Lee, sleep or be silent. Or I'll knock you out again."
A tense nod from Lee was followed by a good few minutes of silence.
"Sooo Taiga...I heard your organisation was slaughtered" There was a loud knock and bump and the wagon descended into silence once more.
On the far west of Morigakure, a rickety supplies wagon bumped along an old, unpaved road. It's 3 living passengers sat in a comfortable silence. 2 conscious shinobi and 1 unconscious shinobi. A long, long way from home.
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