A/N: Hello all! Welcome to my new endeavor into the wild world of dark fics! This story will feature new and exciting characters! As well as...twisted...versions of old ones! I hope you enjoy and please review.
Warning: This story will contain mentions of rape and other brutal sexual acts. I will not describe them, just know that they will happen. You won't know details but you will know it went on. Regular lemons, cursing, drug, and alcohol use are in here as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Chapter 1
"This will never work. Sadly, my death is meaningless. Are you happy about that?" the old man asked, his life's blood pouring down the assassin's blade.
"Shut up."
Both murderer and victim were standing in a closed off room. In it was the equivalent of three hundred warriors, in terms of power and knowledge. Scrolls cataloguing everything from ancient poisons to equally aged fighting styles. Also a fine collection of weapons had been built. This room was the cache of the Hokage. It was hidden in his office in the tower just below the cliff his home stood upon.
The secret vault had been opened by a small explosive, specially treated to not make too much noise. But it had been enough to awaken the old man. At one time he had been known as the 'God of shinobi,' but now he was merely an old man. Too foolish to even feign foreknowledge of the crime.
"You've taken something that does not belong to you. Neither you nor me. And the one it does belong to will not be happy."
"I said shut up, dammit!" The killer was shaking. The stories about the scroll's real owner were already beginning to play out intensely vibrant in his mind.
The old man looked at the once proud soldier for his cause. A small hint of sadness crossed his features. "Goodbye Mizuki. I pray that this incident passes with your life intact."
"SHUT UP!" The trained killer slashed to the side cutting the Hokage partly in half. In an instant he felt pain bite deep into his wrist and saw Sarutobi had taken one last trophy to the next world, Mizuki's left hand. He roared and slashed again beheading the already dead man. "Shit…damn old fart…" Blood rained down all over him. He hissed violently and pushed the crumbled body away to see the thick, log like scroll he had been sent to retrieve.
As he hefted it onto him and secured the strap to carry it he took a heavy gulp of air. "I am so fucked…"
Xxxxx.xxxxx.xxxxX
That incident was seven months ago…
Homura sighed as he rubbed his eyes. It had been so long since he had to fill out one of these damn reports. To think that he, the oldest of his old team, would be the only one left alive. A single bit of regret washed over his heart. It had been him after all who had to inform Asuma and Konohamaru of the old man's death.
He grinned. I'm eighty seven and he was barely seventy and he's the old man. Sarutobi…I miss you, damn old pervert.
The head of the village council was sitting in the chair of his onetime best friend trying to make up for lost time. The scroll, which held more than mere techniques and jutsus, was also the key to keeping a certain deadly weapon in check. If it fell into the hands of one of the other factions. Homura removed his glassed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
It was over ninety years ago that the ninja villages became warzones in and of themselves. Powerful clans akin to the Hyuuga and Uchiha separating from the main government to try and take over. In places like Kumo and Kiri this had already been the case, with their daimyos clamoring to keep one power, namely the Kage, in check. The current situation in Konoha was akin to a no-holds-barred wrestling match.
The Hyuuga had been first. Hell, half of them hated the Village; the other half hated their cousins! Then the Uchiha…
Well…Itachi took care of that problem for us…
The two doujutsu (eye technique) using clans had joined forces, the remnants of the Uchiha clan vying for positions to rebuild the once illustrious power they had. If the Hyuuga weren't so arrogant there may have even be a twisted combination eye born from the union of two clans.
Thank Kami-sama that Hiashi's head was bigger than Jiraya's porn collection.
Or around the same mass.
Then, then, the damn Inuzuka said they wanted full pardons to all crimes committed by their families in the village limits. The bad part was most of these crimes included rape and bestiality.
Homura shuddered.
If it wasn't for the Yamanaka, Nara, and Akamichi clans staying with the village's council he feared that Sarutobi would have died far sooner.
There was a buzz from his intercom. "Yes?" he asked answering the call.
"Sir. Tsunade-sama has arrived."
Homura's eyes widened. "Then show her in at once!" he ordered. The old ninja stood and corrected his robes as well as his glasses as the doors opened. He had to admit, she looked as good as ever. Tsunade smiled at the aged warrior and they met halfway and shared a brief embrace, akin to a father and daughter, before stepping back and admiring each other.
Tsunade was wearing a pinstripe business jacket, with a matching skirt and a pair of dark stockings. The shoes she wore were those worn by regular village women, mostly business women. Her famous pendant dangled just between her even more famous cleavage, revealed in grand fashion. Homura found himself drawn into it, similar to light into a black hole; he coughed into his hand and turned from her, walking to stand before one of the huge windows that overlooked the village.
"You were mentioned in his will," he began.
Tsunade's beautiful features became sad; she looked at the floor and crossed her hands in front of her body, much as she had done as a student. "Was it something perverted?"
Homura smiled and even laughed, "Only some lingerie. And his collection of jutsu scrolls and books. The medical ones are yours. The others are for Jiraya…if he returns."
Tsunade took a deep breath, stretching the baric of her coat to it's very limit, and put her left hand on her left hip. "I assume you've asked me here to take his place." Homura was silent. "I also assume the perpetrator has been identified. And that he is still in the village?"
"Yes to all three." He turned to face her. "The one who stole the Sealed Scroll was Mizuki. Not only has he been missing, but we also found this," Homura bent, Tsunade's eye twitched as she heard the creak in his back, and took a large jar from under the desk, he set it down on the desk. In it was Mizuki's hand.
"I see." The well endowed blonde strolled to the desk and bent over to examine the limb.
"We've made sure to keep an eye out for any prosthetics or limbs that may be from cadavers. None of the other sectors have reported anything, and the political climate is such so that none of the leaders of the different factions would risk something like this. Especially considering their relationships with Sarutobi. He was well liked, by everyone."
"Except the bath house attendants," Tsunade muttered. "What measures have been taken in finding him?"
Homura gazed out the window again. "There have been exhaustive attempts to find both him and the scroll. However, we believe he has left this sector. And because of the flare ups from Sarutobi's death the Inuzuka clan have offered their best. But even they won't enter the industrial or Uchiha and Hyuuga areas. They can only do so much."
"What about Kakashi's hounds?"
Homura laughed humorlessly. "Yes. I allowed the most famous and deadly assassin in the village to wander aimlessly around with his hyper intelligent and viscous ninja hounds. I'm no fool Tsunade…but sometimes I wish I was," he sighed.
"So what are our options?" Tsunade asked.
"We do not have any. There is a good chance the scroll is already lost. Hiashi and Ouka have been so aggressive it is hard to even be in the same building with them, let alone negotiate passage and search allowances."
There was a knock at the door. Both Tsunade and Homura both gazed at the oaken doors as they opened without permission. Standing in the entryway was a young man, barely into his twenties. A long jagged set of scars crossed his face to frame his nose in a square. Tsunade had the sudden urge to use his face for a game of tic-tac-toe. His uniform appeared to be that of a jounin, but all marks of rank had been ripped off.
"Hokage-sama. Homura-sama," he said softly. "I am Umino Iruka."
"I know you. You teach at the academy don't you?" Tsunade asked. He nodded. She suddenly noticed his left eye was covered by an eye patch. "What do you want."
His working eye flashed an unreadable emotion. He took a breath, similar to when Tsunade needed to steel herself to accept her role as Hokage. His new look was sobering. "I've come to suggest our last resort." He moved his eye to Homura. "Once again."
"Damn you Iruka! I denied that course of action twice already! What makes you think this time will be any different?!"
"What are you talking about?" Tsunade asked.
Iruka moved his eye to Tsunade, "The last ditch effort of Konohagakure no Sato. The only person who, since birth, has had unrestricted access to the entirety of the village no matter what kind of political difficulties we've been having."
Tsunade's brow furrowed. Unrestricted access? That's impossible. The only people who have that are members of the ruling council's family. And even then if they are ninja the access is revoked. The only exception would be the wife and children of a Hokage.
"I see you remember the law," he said.
"What does it matter?" she huffed. "Asuma would never be allowed to travel around at will, he's too powerful."
Iruka's face became overshadowed. "I'm not talking about the children of Sandaime."
Tsunade looked at the floor, trying to understand what he was implying. Slowly, slowly, her mind recalled images of two women. Both intensely beautiful. Both very powerful. One of them was a demon.
"No. You can't possibly mean that he…that Minato had children!" She whirled and gaped at Homura who merely turned his head away from her. "Why the hell didn't I know about this?"
Homura merely took a folder on his desk and handed it out to Tsunade. She opened the folder and glanced at it her. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, Iruka didn't know whether to be happy or frightened by the fact she was squeezing the paper just a little bit too hard.
"How the hell did this happen?! How the FUCK did something like this happen?" She asked, her voice booming throughout the office.
Homura said nothing, again, and held his hand out to Iruka. Tsunade looked at him. "The events are a bit difficult to explain to someone who does not know either of them. But in short…"
Xxxxx.xxxxx.xxxxX
"Tsunade-sama please, this is madness!" The fifth member of the council to insinuate that Tsunade was insane ranted. He was flailing his arms like his eleven other compatriots.
"We cannot have that…that thing…loose in the streets!" The busty Hokage stopped and glared at the woman who had just spoken. The punch Tsunade gave her caused the woman to vomit down the front of her robes. Tsunade had done the act so fast that before the bile even rumbled upwards she was already going deeper into the ANBU compound.
The greatest secret in Konoha, the hidden vaults. Made for only the most powerful and deadly artifacts from the leaf. Some were weapons, others scrolls, others alive. She heard a cat call and turned to peer into a window a single deadly looking sword hung suspended from a chain. Paper talismans covered it.
Come in. I won't cut you that deep. Pleeeeeeeaaaaassssseee?! PLEASE?!
She ignored the damned thing and made her way further down the hall. After a medical ANBU had come to the aid of the council member the others followed. The sound of a dog howling echoed throughout the passageway as a wolf, at least twice as big as Tsunade charged its reinforced door.
DAMN HUMANS! I'll feast on your bones!
Who are you letting out?!
Look at those tits! I'd like to wrap my arms around her! Too bad I'm trapped in this spear! BAAHAHAHAHAHA!
SHUT THE FUCK UP! SOME OF US AREN'T DAMNED YET FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!
Be quiet you blessed pansy!
"Is it always like this?" Tsunade asked Iruka, who was walking beside of her.
"Yes. They had settled down quite a bit in the last year or so, but once Sandaime died they've all become far more active. The scrolls are the only ones that I can stand. The dog demon we passed has a wonderful view of archeology though. There was once a shield that was skilled at chess, but it was sadly destroyed in a war."
Tsunade was slightly perturbed by how easily Iruka spoke of these things. It was then she realized why he had no official rank. He had been stripped from the record to guard these things. Or…he had requested the duty.
The new Hokage believed it was the latter.
Iruka suddenly stopped and turned to face a giant door to his left. The hallway was at least fifteen feet high and twelve feet wide. Normally the doors were close to four feet wide, this one not only stretched to the ceiling but was big enough to allow a short elephant through. He moved his eyes to glare at the council members.
"If you want to continue living follow these rules. One: do not speak unless she is looking at you. Two: do not touch anything that is orange or that has the swirl crest on it. Three: Don't, ever, even think about touching any of her ramen bowls. If you do she'll kill you immediately. Do you all understand?" he asked.
The council members shook visibly, but nodded. Tsunade wished at least one of the ninja council members had been able to come. Then they'd have someone to have a backbone. Iruka held up a scroll and unrolled it before biting his thumb and marking his blood across it. The scroll flashed brilliant orange and rolled itself back. He placed it into a hole in the door. The sound of tumblers moving into place rocked the hallway.
Hey they're going to go see Kitsune-chan!
HAHAHAHA! I HOPE SHE EATS TITS!
I'd love to see anyone eat tits.
Can't you ancient numbskulls think of something better than lesbian innuendos?!
Can't you grow some balls?!
I'M A FUCKING HALBERD!
From deep in the darkness a voice roared, "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO PLAY A GAM IN HERE!"
At once every demonically possessed weapon, every blessed statue, every scroll and some odds and ends that were stuffed full of souls clammed up. Tsunade was amazed, she wondered if she could learn how to do that.
"It's me!" Iruka called.
"Do you have ramen?" the voice called back. He motioned for Tsunade to give him the bag he had handed her before they came in and she gave it back to him. The small group wandered in. As they made their way into the dark they saw a single point of light, a television screen. Hunched in front of it was a teenager's form.
Tsunade stopped and watched as the person paused her game and flicked a switch by her leg. A set of lights came on that caused the group to squint and adjust to the new brightness. Tsunade looked around and saw a futon, rolled so the girl could lean against it.
"You're standing on my hair," the person declared as she resumed her game.
Tsunade looked down and sure enough, she was. She retracted her feet and gaped. Blonde, close to platinum in color, unruly, almost to the point of being in spiked clumps, hair that went from the tip of the girl's hair to at least a meter behind her. The girl paused her game again and then stood. Her head snapped back as a thick lock tightened. She twitched and glared at the group. One of the council members had not stepped back. She did so now.
Her eyes flickered around the group before resting on Iruka. She held out her arms in a very childish manner. The young jounin stepped forward, kicking her hair out of his as he did and handed the bowl to her. She put it down and hugged him around his waist, she was shorter than Tsunade would have believed, and then promptly sat down and began to eat her ramen.
"Why did you bring them?" she asked slurping noodles into her mouth.
"We came to-"
Iruka whirled and smacked the man who had spoken before he returned his attention to Naruto. The man fell to his knees and spat out a tooth onto the floor. "I brought them because Tsunade-sama wants to talk to you."
"Who's Tsunad-HOLY CRAP!" the girl flew backward, amazingly keeping her ramen from spilling. She put it down slowly on one of the many shelves that lined the walls and slowly crawled forward on all fours. The feral girl sauntered silently, like a fox about to strike, toward Tsunade. In a flash she was erect before the Hokage. She peered at Tsunade's breasts.
And then she tempted Kami-sama's wrath.
The girl's finger sank deep into the soft flesh of Tsunade's big left tit.
The council members gasped deeply and scattered backward before regrouping outside of Tsunade's perceived reach. The woman herself was shaking badly. Both in rage and embarrassment as the girl tested her other breast.
"Iruka…" she asked in a voice that told of thousands of fallen enemies and the pain they felt.
"Forgive me Tsunade-sama…" he took a deep breath. "NARUKO WHAT IN HELL'S FURY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
The girl called Naruko winced and scooted away from Tsunade. "But…Iruka-sensei…they're so big!"
"THAT DOESN'T MATTER! IF I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE I'VE TOLD YOU ONE MILLION TIMES," he bent forward and growled at her. "Do. Not. MOLEST. Strangers!"
Naruko blinked, "But they're so big…" she squeaked.
Iruka sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Forgive her Tsunade-sama. I'm the only one allowed to see her more than once a year." He leaned in close to her and whispered discreetly as best he could, "She also has a fascination with women considering she has been alone for so long and has started going through puberty."
"That doesn't explain why she felt the need to test my breasts," Tsunade grunted.
Naruko, obviously understanding they were talking about her, piped up, "I've never seen any so big…well not in real life. Iruka-sensei told me sometimes women worry so much about their appearance they make them bigger. Did you do that?" Naruko asked.
Tsunade's eye twitched. "Are you asking if my tits are fake?!" she screeched.
"I guess so, yeah," the girl merely shrugged.
"Insolent little brat!" Tsunade grabbed her around the collar of the dirty shirt she wore. When Iruka tried to motion to her Tsunade snapped at him. "Listen to me! I am the Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato and I will not have-"
Naruko mumbled something.
"What was that?" Tsunade asked letting the girl down.
She pulled the shirt out and inspected her collar. In a sudden movement she had taken it off and had somehow gotten her hair from it. There was a distinct rip in the lining, causing the hole to appear ragged.
"You ripped it…" she whispered. She fell to her knees and began to cradle the shirt like a child. Her voice trembled and she seemed to cry a little as she snuggled her face into the fabric. "You ripped his shirt!"
Tsunade didn't know what hit her. One minute the girl was crying and the next she was propelling the two of them through the gloom, and the councilors. Tsunade coughed blood as Naruko crashed her fist into her belly. There was a small pause before Naruko's foot sent Tsunade's head snapping back. As the now very ferocious girl charged again Tsunade, still bent backward, caught her fist and steadied herself.
The young blonde thrashed and struck at Tsunade, not doing any damage to the older woman no matter how much force she put into the strikes. "DIE!" Naruko roared. "EAT SHIT AND DIE YOU UGLY OLD BITCH!"
"Naruko!" Iruka bellowed, but Tsunade stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"You're angry."
"WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?!"
"Why?"
"YOU RIPPED HIS SHIRT! IT WAS THE ONLY ONE LEFT! THE ONLY THING THEY LET ME KEEP!"
"It meant a lot to you?"
"YES!" Slowly, very slowly, Naruko tired. She grew limp and Tsunade dropped her hand. Naruko fell to her knees and whimpered. She crawled away from Tsunade like a wounded animal and returned to her futon and her game.
"Someone ripped something that meant a great deal to me." Tsunade pictured the twisted frame of Sarutobi, so small and frail in death and age. Naruko ignored her as she started the game again. "And to you as well."
"What could the two of us care about? Like you know me…"
"Naruko…the third was killed seven months ago."
The girl straightened. The controller in her hands clattered to the floor. "Sandaime…jii-san?"
"The murderer has not left the village. He has lost a hand, thanks to the third, so we can track him. However no one that can track him would be able to search effectively. You know why."
"The village and its stupid angry people. Always arguing," she spat.
"Yes. But the real reason I have come to you is not only because you are the last option available to us, but also because they stole something."
"What?" Naruko looked at Tsunade with her deep blue eyes.
"The Sealed Scroll."
The reaction was less than what she had been expecting considering what the girl had done when her shirt had been ripped. In that instance when Naruko heard those words she stood and turned to Tsunade. She reached out to Iruka. At first he was mute. When she made a scissors motion with her hand he tossed her a kunai. Tsunade was impressed when Naruko caught its blade on the fly and flipped it in her hand. The Sannin then noticed the many targets lining the walls of her cell/room. The motions Naruko made with the knife were swift and deadly, had any one but she herself had tried it they may have decapitated the girl.
The threads were cut from her hair in a haphazard and clumsy way, so when they fell the locks left behind were uneven. They immediately sprang up, now holding none of previously intense weight. Tsunade gasped. The girl was very pretty, beautiful even. However she saw immediately why the council was so scared of her.
Her eyes, they were slit like a cat's. Or a fox's. Along her cheeks were four brutal slashes, akin to whiskers. Jutting from the sides of her mouth were two fangs. Her ears were also pointed. Dangling from her earlobes were a set of garnet earrings, in the shape of a fox's head. Tsunade took a minute to watch as the hair cascaded off of her to reveal not an atrophied body like she had believed, but a lithe, and powerful one.
That was the first time she saw the collar.
What the hell is that?
The collar also made her take note of the girl's breasts and belly. Both were marked by thick swirling lines. Naruko looked at Tsunade and then lowered her eyes to the ground.
"Well?"
"What?" Tsunade was taken aback by the tone of the girl's voice.
"Are you gonna give me a uniform or would you prefer to keep me here naked?" Naruko smirked. She batted her eye lashes and sauntered up to the older blonde. "Tsunade-sama?" she asked in a very suggestive tone.
While she was visibly impassive inside her mind Tsunade snarled, almost akin to a type of she wolf. That little bitch. You had better be every bit as powerful as you think you are. "Fine you'll get your uniform now and then head out," she ordered, turning brusquely.
"Tsunade-sama," Iruka called, "If I may." She glared at him over her shoulder. "Give me one week, and Naruko will be at top fighting form. If we send her out now…"
Tsunade eyes the girl and saw that she was emasculated. Her body was thin and she had large bags under her eyes. Her breasts were sagging and her bones protruded from her sides and hips. All in all, she was not very healthy. The woman turned her eyes to Naruko's only favorable voice and wondered if he knew any medical jutsu.
"Fine. But if she fails I'm having her executed." With those last few words Tsunade left, the councilors scrambling behind her.
Iruka stood next to Naruko and watched her leave. "What did you think about her Naruko?" he asked, not really wanting her to answer.
The girl was silent for a few moments before smiling in a depraved and frightening manner. "She looks tasty, Iruka-sensei."
"For the first time since you discovered Ramen…" he sighed and showed a face as grimly evil as hers, "you and I agree."
Xxxxx.xxxxx.xxxxX
Ten days after Tsunade Release Naruko from her seal…
The busty Hokage sighed contently as she sipped the plum sake she had found in her mentor's old house. It was delicious. As she drank it a nice heady feeling of floating began to pervade over her body and mind. Heat bloomed between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together and sighed as she looked around the office. She closed her eye and the symbol in her forehead began to flash. She sensed no one besides Shizune.
She spread her thighs and pushed her butt so nearly all of it was off of her seat. Her left hand swirled the small sake cup while her right danced along the hem of her skirt. She gazed longingly down at her pendant before she snorted. "Fuck it," the old woman groaned as she dug her fingers into the flesh between her legs.
Already she could feel the moistness from her body already soaking into her panties. The feeling was pleasantly dirty to her. She pushed into herself with her middle finger, pushing the fabric in as well. She pouted when she realized how easy it was for her finger to fit. So damn old…she whined mentally. But it still feels gooooood. Some part of her was beginning to feel even better. Warmth, not familiar, and somewhat intrusive, spread from her left breast. The chill of the room hit her nipple and hardened it before a thumb and forefinger rubbed it. Tsunade moaned and rubbed her back against her chair.
"Tsunade-bachan's boobs feel soooooo good!" a cheerful voice whispered in her ear.
The buzz left her.
In the span of two fifths of a second Tsunade was whirling from her chair, clearing her body of the alcohol's effects, and grabbing the person who had snuck up on her. The thin wrist in her hand and lithe neck held by her arm belonged to none other than Naruko.
"They feel even better like this," Naruko said as she turned her head and nuzzled her face into part of Tsunade's exposed left tit.
The Sannin grunted and threw Naruko at the door. She slammed into the right as Iruka opened the left. He gazed at the girl as she fell onto the floor. "Forgive me Tsunade-sama. I tried to hold her back but she's already remembered all the old passageways in the building."
Tsunade huffed and growled as she stuffed her breast, quite uncomfortably for her too, back into her coat. "Couldn't you have spent those three extra days teach her about privacy?" the Sannin roared.
"I've tried to explain to her people do not like being touched…" He watched as Naruko rolled so she was sitting with her feet pulled in and her hands holding her ankles, "But none of it took. Unless it has to deal with food, women, or fighting she does not listen."
Tsunade held her face in one hand and sat in her chair, "Excellent…an idiot savant." She moved her hand from her face and gazed at the girl. She was sitting down so it was hard to see if she was still short, but she did noticed every indicator of bad health was gone from her face. "Naruko…" The girl looked at Tsunade. "Take off your clothes." The gaudy things were orange for Kami-sama's sake. But Naruko replied.
What Tsunade saw caused her to take a moment of pause. Naruko stripped bare and stood completely naked before Tsunade. For the first time since she first witnessed a ninja medic heal another ninja did she see a total revival of Naruko's body. The once sagging and misshapen breasts were now full and perky. Her body had a healthy coating of muscle and small smatterings of hair coated not only her pelvis but also her under arms. Her finger and toe nails were clean and the yellow coating Tsunade had noted on her teeth was gone.
"Iruka…what did you do?" Tsunade whispered.
"Everything will be explained," He made a discrete motion signifying classified information and Tsunade nodded. Naruko had taken the time to re-dress herself so she did not see or ignored it. "Tsunade-sama we humbly request the information for the mission!" he said taking the stance for an instructor. Naruko would have done the same if she had not just finished pulling on her shirt.
Tsunade nodded and opened a scroll. She beckoned Naruko to her and the girl did as she was told when she was clothed. "This is Mizuki. He was a Chunin instructor. He has stolen the Sealed Scroll and killed Sandaime Hokage. Your mission is to retrieve the scroll and kill or capture Mizuki. The reason you of all of our capable ninja have been chosen is because you, as a child of the Yondaime Hokage, have complete access to all areas of the village." She took out the jar containing Mizuki's hand a smaller one. She opened the smaller one first. "This is formaldehyde. The hand is put in it, discern the two scents."
Naruko sniffed the smaller jar and wrinkled her nose tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Tsunade opened the big jar and extracted the severed hand. Naruko looked at it and sniffed it. Immediately her brain marked the scent. She grinned and licked her lips.
"Do you understand you mission?"
Naruko leaned in and sat on Tsunade's lap. She began to rub the older woman's covered stomach and nuzzled into her expose neck line. "Yes."
Are you a fox or a cat?...Tsunade wondered. She wrapped an arm around the girl and wrenched her head back by grabbing a handful of hair. "Good. Now go. Remember what will happen if you fail."
Naruko leapt at the window overlooking the twisted realm of Konoha and opened it, sitting on the sill akin to a fox. "Like I'd ever let you kill me Obachan," she chimed. In a flash of leaves and sparks she was gone. Tsunade and Iruka felt her chakra signal rise up before she landed on the top of the Hokage monument's lightning rod, used to gather power for the city.
The rod was thick enough for Naruko to stand on it, leaning to one side because of the point. Her blazing blue eyes flashed over the village. She felt something warm spread throughout her body as she recalled the sights, sounds, tastes, and smells of Konohagakure no Sato. Hatred blossomed, igniting the heat further. The wheels in Naruko's brain began to turn as she thought of all the reasons she hated this place.
She lifted her upper body up, as she had crouched down for balance, and began to copy the motions of Tsunade. Naruko had omitted her panties, making it easier for her to access the already hungry areas of her body.
How long has it been brother? How much longer will it be? When is the time I will see you? When is the time you'll see me?...she recited the poem softly. Soon she began to sing in tune with her masturbation. At once as she hefted her body to the heights of her pleasure she roared out louder and louder.
Then, in one glorious explosion of sound, Naruko unleashed her orgasm.
With that came a surge of power. It shocked the populous into taking notice of the storm clouds and dark skies. To the shinobi of the village they felt a deep fear in their hearts. For the men a rousing occurred, spurred on by something ancient within them. for the women, a feeling of helplessness and rage, charged by an equally ancient force.
And yet for a mere smattering of people that sound brought back a dark memory. Of a young boy, and the blood he spilled.
The silent masked man looked up from his book.
The wilted flower rubbed her scars.
The raven haired soldier flashed his second eyes.
And all within Konohagakure remembered Uzumaki Naruto's Twisted Sister.
A/N: Hello friends! After each chapter of Twisted Sister I'll describe things that are different if they're not too obvious. For example: Sandaime's death should be an easy one as well as why Tsunade's there. I'll tell why she decided to come later. If you have a question just post it in a review (I read all of them) and if it doesn't give away too much of the plot I'll answer it. Until next time (When I do my big update!) MountainWind blowing away...
Twisted Sister Data Banks:
Hall of Demons: During the First and Second Great Ninja wars many forbidden techniques and abilities were used to seal away demons spawned from and drawn to the battlefields of old. Every hidden village has at least four or five possessed items and demons in storage. However, only the Five Shadows have access to ones known as 'Tailed Beasts' these are far more powerful and can only be contained properly in humans. Items like Shukaku's tea kettle can wear down over time and need to be replaced. The hall of Demons in Konohagakure no Sato is contains over three hundred demons, mostly possessing things like scrolls and weapons. However Konoha is different because it also has blessed weapons and items as well. The demons of the Hallall show an intense loyalty to Naruko. Many have stated to Iruka they would take her as their mate if they still had bodies. But they also admit they are scared of her.
Side notes for Hall of Demons: The demons enjoy being read to, watching porn, and playing wuth Naruko. In the latest 'If I still had a body poll' 50 would rape Tsunade, 20 would glomp Naruko,10 would pick their nose, and the final 10 wouldgo to a hotsping...then rape Tsunade or glomp Naruko.
Umino Iruka: In the original he was the school teacher that took a liking to Naruto and helped him grow as a person. In TS he is the caretaker of the Hall of Demons and Naruko's only source of human contact. He has a connection to Naruko and owes her a debt. While she is the one who gave him the scars on his face, she is not the one who took his eye. Iruka is also far more powerful in TS than he would ever be in the original. His skill is swordsmanship and he is able to cut flying kunai and shuriken in half thanks to his heritage sword Onikawa: Demon's Flow. Iruka also has a connection to Anko and Kakashi that will be explained later.
Side notes for Iruka: He enjoys sitting on the beach, watching the discovery channel, waxing his sword, misunderstood youths, and chess. Iruka is also a world class ballroom dancer and has won two national championships. His partner is always Anko.