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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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3,082
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13
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sacrifices
Author: princessgolux
Title: Nine
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I gain no profit from this story.
Chapter Pairings: None
Story Pairing: Many and varied
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Story Rating: NC-17
Chapter Warnings: AU/AR; Death (canonical);
Story Warnings: AU/AR; Death (canonical); kink, mind-fuckery, disturbing innuendo, angst, off-canvas rape of a minor character; attempted (non-graphic) rape of a minor, child abuse; slavery; dub con, coercion, incest, drugs, toys, graphic sex, D/s, B/D, body modification (including tattooing, piercing & branding) rough sex, gentle sex, sexual jutsus, violence, and naughty language. Plus some strange pairings and some sexual healing. And a little true love as well.
Summary: No one knew how the Yondaime had defeated the Kyuubi, exactly. No one cared. Konoha was free. Only one man knew what had been lost. Now A new evil is rising, and it is becoming more powerful than anyone realizes. And the greatest weapons ever created are falling into enemy hands. And the Sandaime is secretly about to stake the lives of a precious few on a desperate gamble. That somehow Konoha’s greatest enemy might just become its salvation.
Authors note: This is a far more dystopian society than the canonical story is set in. There is technology and smog and planes and guns. Therefore there are alterations to the various abilities that people have, and changes to their characters as well. Please keep in mind, however, that there is also magic in this world, and hope and compassion.
Chapter One: Sacrifice
Noren Plain, South Konoha
Fire Country
515 A. T. D. (After the Disaster)
The bargain was made. He closed the seal, boundless and unrepentant love rippling through his magic and infusing the spell with the last remnants of his final, desperate dream.
And then he died.
The moment Pakkun limped into sight Kakashi knew something was terribly wrong. The Summoned was moving slowly, placing each paw delicately on the ground as though the yellowing autumn grass could cut his pads, make him bleed out spirit stuff and moonlight. Kakashi felt his eyes trying to widen against the sheer weight of exhaustion. His ninken were appearing, one by one, canine expressions grim and solemn until all eight were gathered around him.
Until that moment, Kakashi had utterly believed that he was drained past the point of movement. The bone-deep fatigue born of day after day of battle, the weariness from chakra depletion and overuse of his Sharingan implant and it’s attendant nanites, the soul-sickness that came from counting and recounting the dead – he was spent beyond even his prodigious stamina. Until his Summoned spirits appeared, silent and sorrowful, Kakashi would have sworn on his father’s name that he had had nothing left to give.
But when Pakkun’s deep brown eyes flinched away from his, Kakashi discovered he could still find the energy to be deeply afraid.
The small Dog-Summons didn’t speak, nor did any of the other ninken. They didn’t have to. Kakashi barely had enough chakra left to continue breathing. The amount of chakra needed to Summon spirits would have killed him. So the fact that all eight were manifesting without compulsion...
Kakashi began to stumble toward the small rise that marked the front-most field of battle. His mouth was sour and acrid, and there was a strange hollow roaring in his ears. Just as he crested the rise, he realized it was silence.
The whole world, it seemed, was holding its breath.
Kakashi came over the top and the Sharingan implant threw everything into unrelentingly sharp focus, distilling the scene into crystalline snapshots, images Kakashi knew would never fade in his memory.
...the Sandaime, huddled over the crumpled form of his successor, weeping like a father over the body of his child...
...the shocked stares of the nearby shinobi, grief and horror warring across their faces with disbelief and guilty, guilty hope...
...soft, wild blond hair spread across the unforgiving ground, drifting into sightless blue eyes...
...a small red blanket gripped in one large fist, rippling in the suddenly chill air...
Kakashi didn’t feel the hard earth as he slid to his knees, because he could take in nothing but that lifeless form, discarded and limp. He was unaware of his Summon-pack gathering around him, pushing in close as if they could somehow provide comfort.
And he had no idea that when he opened his mouth and howled his grief and anguish into the cold October night, every dog and wolf in Konoha joined him, singing a doleful lament into the uncaring skies.
Title: Nine
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I gain no profit from this story.
Chapter Pairings: None
Story Pairing: Many and varied
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Story Rating: NC-17
Chapter Warnings: AU/AR; Death (canonical);
Story Warnings: AU/AR; Death (canonical); kink, mind-fuckery, disturbing innuendo, angst, off-canvas rape of a minor character; attempted (non-graphic) rape of a minor, child abuse; slavery; dub con, coercion, incest, drugs, toys, graphic sex, D/s, B/D, body modification (including tattooing, piercing & branding) rough sex, gentle sex, sexual jutsus, violence, and naughty language. Plus some strange pairings and some sexual healing. And a little true love as well.
Summary: No one knew how the Yondaime had defeated the Kyuubi, exactly. No one cared. Konoha was free. Only one man knew what had been lost. Now A new evil is rising, and it is becoming more powerful than anyone realizes. And the greatest weapons ever created are falling into enemy hands. And the Sandaime is secretly about to stake the lives of a precious few on a desperate gamble. That somehow Konoha’s greatest enemy might just become its salvation.
Authors note: This is a far more dystopian society than the canonical story is set in. There is technology and smog and planes and guns. Therefore there are alterations to the various abilities that people have, and changes to their characters as well. Please keep in mind, however, that there is also magic in this world, and hope and compassion.
Noren Plain, South Konoha
Fire Country
515 A. T. D. (After the Disaster)
The bargain was made. He closed the seal, boundless and unrepentant love rippling through his magic and infusing the spell with the last remnants of his final, desperate dream.
And then he died.
The moment Pakkun limped into sight Kakashi knew something was terribly wrong. The Summoned was moving slowly, placing each paw delicately on the ground as though the yellowing autumn grass could cut his pads, make him bleed out spirit stuff and moonlight. Kakashi felt his eyes trying to widen against the sheer weight of exhaustion. His ninken were appearing, one by one, canine expressions grim and solemn until all eight were gathered around him.
Until that moment, Kakashi had utterly believed that he was drained past the point of movement. The bone-deep fatigue born of day after day of battle, the weariness from chakra depletion and overuse of his Sharingan implant and it’s attendant nanites, the soul-sickness that came from counting and recounting the dead – he was spent beyond even his prodigious stamina. Until his Summoned spirits appeared, silent and sorrowful, Kakashi would have sworn on his father’s name that he had had nothing left to give.
But when Pakkun’s deep brown eyes flinched away from his, Kakashi discovered he could still find the energy to be deeply afraid.
The small Dog-Summons didn’t speak, nor did any of the other ninken. They didn’t have to. Kakashi barely had enough chakra left to continue breathing. The amount of chakra needed to Summon spirits would have killed him. So the fact that all eight were manifesting without compulsion...
Kakashi began to stumble toward the small rise that marked the front-most field of battle. His mouth was sour and acrid, and there was a strange hollow roaring in his ears. Just as he crested the rise, he realized it was silence.
The whole world, it seemed, was holding its breath.
Kakashi came over the top and the Sharingan implant threw everything into unrelentingly sharp focus, distilling the scene into crystalline snapshots, images Kakashi knew would never fade in his memory.
...the Sandaime, huddled over the crumpled form of his successor, weeping like a father over the body of his child...
...the shocked stares of the nearby shinobi, grief and horror warring across their faces with disbelief and guilty, guilty hope...
...soft, wild blond hair spread across the unforgiving ground, drifting into sightless blue eyes...
...a small red blanket gripped in one large fist, rippling in the suddenly chill air...
Kakashi didn’t feel the hard earth as he slid to his knees, because he could take in nothing but that lifeless form, discarded and limp. He was unaware of his Summon-pack gathering around him, pushing in close as if they could somehow provide comfort.
And he had no idea that when he opened his mouth and howled his grief and anguish into the cold October night, every dog and wolf in Konoha joined him, singing a doleful lament into the uncaring skies.