Savin' Me

Well now, here we are. The most anticipated of all the chapters. And well, some of you might be a little disappointed the way it went, but I’m not. It just flowed out that way. And by the Gods writing it while listening to the soundtracks, (I have the first Three,) after watching 2 and a half hours of Naruto, (the weeks episodes repeated in one go) really helped. The music especially seemed to come at all the right times, the track called Avenger Here, in the dungeon scene when he is leaving, perfect. And Orochimaru themed tracks not to mention Raikiri! You had to be there or better yet if you have the soundtracks play them while reading this. The next chapters are going to be very hard to write, so if I don’t get up weekly don’t worry. I won’t give up, I promised I wouldn’t, even though work aka hell is a week and a half away. Well the music has switched to Eureka 7 another really nice double soundtrack I love and it’s 4am! I need to sleep after I post this. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for following my ramblings, I do live to write. And the reviewers, I bow to you again, you give me the energy I need. And Elfendream you are owed the biggest of thanks of all for saving me… and yes I am reading yours… Hey anything with Kashi in it!
Gotta go!!!!!!
Oh one last thing. I think there needs to be an extra little warning. There be rape and murder ahead. It’s a little gory and violent too, but not that bad. Should I have written this just before bed?

Savin’ Me continued…..
By Fyrbyrd

It was one of the guests; he gulped, knowing this person was a ninja. But the man made no move against him, instead he looked inside.

“You know I didn’t believe it when I saw him. I really believed he was dead, but here he is, right in front of us.” He noticed Iruka’s look of curiosity, “Oh sorry Iruka. I’d rather not pull out of the henge just yet. You look rather good without the scar you know.”

“Who…?”

“It’s me, Genma.”

Iruka deflated in relief, “There were three chakra signatures here.”

“Yeah, but I’m to only one from home… I think… Ran into Naruto on his way home, decided to check this out. Came across this group traveling here and took out one of them, slipped into his place. Damn good brothel this, got to have lots of fun, that Shingo… Ah anyway, I’m here. Just wanted you to know because I’m expecting help to get here soon.”

“Really?” said Iruka looking at him hopefully.

“Yeah, next day or so I think. I’m waiting to hear.”

Iruka looked back at Kakashi.

“Iruka, we’ll get him back where he belongs.”

“He’s been through so much,” said Iruka sadly, “It really hurts to know he’s been like this for so long and we never knew.”

“I’ve heard some of the story, at least of his time here. Don’t think about it now; think about being ready to move at a moment’s notice. I hope this place gets leveled to the ground.”

“The girls, Shingo, they don’t deserve to be hurt, even some of the staff here.”

“Don’t worry Iruka, let me cover that, just be ready, have him ready. I better go, I’ll see you soon.”

With that Genma was gone. Iruka leaned against the wall, glad that their time there was coming to an end.

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Hirose returned an hour later. He noticed that Iruka was cleaning the bar when he went inside to get a drink.

“Oh Iruka, where’s Masaki?”

“He left not long after you did sir.”

“Lazy bastard. Must have realized his little plots have fallen in a heap… The Lord has left, he will not be returning. How is the Bitch?”

“Sleeping sir.”

“How does he look to you?”

“Sir?”

“Health wise. He’s been a little unusual, very co-operative.”

“Co-operative?”

“Believe me he is not like this during the Event. Are you sure nothing happened while the others were away?”

“No my Lord. I made sure he rested as you ordered.”

“Does he… does he listen to you… you know, understand what you’re saying to him.”

“He does what you ask him to do sir.”

“Yes, but if you say something, do you think he understand what’s being said.”

“No sir.”

“Do you think he could be, dying?”

“Sir.”

“The Lord said he was dying.”

“Oh. That’s a possibility sir.”

“He’s no better than a beast. Maybe he’s right; I will work him to death. Ah well, he’s made me very rich, I’m sure I’ll survive when he does.” He got up and went to his office.

Iruka was glad he was not looking at the man as he scrubbed the floor a lot harder than he should. There was murder in his eyes. He kept the thought that this man was going to pay for what he had done, and pay in blood.

Masaki had drunk quite a lot, but not enough to incapacitate himself. The Lord had left and was not coming back. He had not even had much of a chance to speak to him. It had to be all the fault of the Bitch. He had not given the man the pleasure he had come to expect during his visits to the brothel. Therefore that made Masaki’s chances at getting out of this shit heap of a village and into the real world, zero. He wanted to be rich; he wanted to be better than Hirose. He did all the work while the old man did nothing but sit back and reap the benefits.

There was no one about when he got back to the brothel. He could hear Hirose in his office, or more specifically he could smell his cigar smoke. No doubt commiserating over the loss of the Lord from the last two days of the Event, the loss of income would be more than irritating to the greedy bastard.

He was able to sneak up the stairs, the whores should all be in their rooms, sleeping. He made his way to the back of the place and found the room he was after. The whore was sleeping, all neat and clean and prettied up. Time to get some pay back. Everything he had lost from not getting his job with the Lord. Grabbing up a few yukata ties, he jumped on the Bitch’s back knowing the man could not cry out. He grabbed both arms and had them behind his back and being tied before he could fight. Then he turned to do the same with the legs. The Bitch had been able to see who was attacking him, and strangely went limp.

“So it’s true you won’t fight anymore. Well that’s all right. I don’t want you to fight me. I want what is due to me and I’m going to take it. I’ve got a few hours before those fools wake up and want to play. It’s my turn to play before I get out of this dump once and for all.” He pulled the Bitch up and over his shoulder and carried him downstairs careful to make certain that he was not seen as he let himself in to the downstairs.

He made his way to the torture chamber and dumped his load on the floor, leaving him lying staring at the ceiling. He looked down at his victim, seeing him stare up unseeing. Did he even know where he was? Any other time they had taken him to this place there was at least a little resistance, where was that now? He flipped the whore over and untied him, wary that he might try to run, but again there was nothing, he just lay there, letting his arms fall to his sides, his legs sprawled as they had be untied. It was easy to pick him up and tie him up against the wall. He decided not to use the chains; ropes were faster to deal with if he wanted to change his mind. His pliant victim let himself be arranged, arms and legs bound as he leaned face against the wall, his yukata stripped from him before he was bound.

Masaki stood back to admire the view taking a flask from his back pocket. He opened it and drank some of the liquid down, put it back and moved his hands to the belt that held his trousers up. He unbuckled it and pulled it free, doubling it over, he looked at it as if remembering something from his past. He looked at the naked scarred body before him, “This is for all the times you made my life a misery, boy,” he pulled back with the strap and began to beat it against the naked flesh before him. Finally there was a bit of reaction, the whore’s head flew back with the first stroke, his body jumping and tensing with each subsequent one, his head falling forward to lean against the wall.

The beating went on and on, Masaki was drawing blood and it seemed to excite him further to do so. Single words were slipping from his mouth. Words snarled in anger. Perhaps the one he was beating was not the whore at all, but someone that Masaki wanted to hurt, had waited so long to hurt.

Finally it stopped, the man panting as he stood there blood dripping from his belt as he stared at the bleeding, shaking body before him. The whore was hanging down, only the ties holding him up as he heaved in his breaths in harsh gasps. Masaki tossed the belt away and took the flask out again, drank a gulp down before putting it back and pulling a tube from the same pocket. Then he reached down for his fly freeing his hard cock, opening the tube and slathering himself before tossing it away, letting his pants fall down as he moved forward. He put his hands on the Bitch’s hips and propped him up against the wall, then he cruelly parted his ass cheeks and forced himself into the body. There was a sharp exhalation of air from the whore, his head scraping up the wall to lay a cheek against it leaving a smear of blood. He was panting heavily as Masaki continued to thrust hard into him, raping him mercilessly. The Bitch had been used a great deal in all his years at the brothel, but he had never actually been raped until now. He had always been prepped before he was taken, either by the client or by himself or one of the staff.

Masaki in his drunken state did not last long. He came with a grunt and pulled out falling back to land on a seat not far away. He pulled the flask again and sat there, his pants still around his ankles watching the heaving body before him. Again he had slid down the wall, only the ropes holding him. Masaki drank at his leisure at his considered what to do next to his victim. He rested while he thought as well, then he reached down pulled his pants up and fastened them. He looked over at the walls at the things there. Some were just for decoration, but it was one of those that took his fancy. He walked over to it and pulled it from the wall. It was an iron bound spear. He moved back to the Bitch and grabbed him by a handful of his hair pulling his face up to see what he held in his hands. “Like this Bitch.” He showed him to pointed end; it was dull but still lethal looking. Then with a swing of his hands he reversed it, showing the iron bound end. “I think I’ll shove this up inside you and see if I can get a squeal out of you. What d’ya think of that?”

The dark grey eye widened and his breath quickened. Masaki was pleased to have gotten a reaction of fear out of the so far unresisting whore. “I’ll teach you to ruin things with the Lord for me.” He pulled back and took a hold of the thing down the near its end, reached for the whore’s ass again and shoved it in as far as he could before the body would not take anymore, so he pulled it back and shoved it again, his hands still clutching the whore’s hair to hold him steady. He saw the whore’s mouth stretch wide and an airy groan escaped, his eyes squeezed so tightly tears could not get out. Masaki smiled, then he felt the body rock up stiffly, the whore’s eyes burst open and the spear fell from Masaki’s grip…

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Iruka dropped the tea cup from his hand and leapt to his feet, a second later he felt the other three chakra signatures in the place react just as he had. “Fuck, who the hell is that.” He ran from the kitchen.

Hirose heard the running footsteps and got up from his seat to go and see what all the fuss was about, at least three of his guests and Iruka went running past him. “What the hell? Iruka!” None of them stopped and they were heading for the dungeon, he stomped off after them, especially when he heard the door to the dungeon get ripped from its place in the wall and tossed almost right in front of him. His cigar dropped from his mouth. He stood there staring at the door as other guests and a few of his whores crowded behind him. He was scared but he had to know what was going on and moved slowly down the corridor and warily inside the gaping doorway. None of the others followed him. He could hear some of his guests swearing and saying one word, “Ninjas,” as they cleared out.

Hirose heard more noises from below, and from behind heard some of his security finally appearing. When they made it to the dungeon they saw Iruka and the three guests in fighting stances around his prize possession who stood over the remains of someone, he could not be sure of whom with all the blood splattered around. His whore was also in a fighting stance and that mad red eye of his was spinning madly.

One of the guests looked at Iruka, “He’s dangerous Iruka, don’t get any closer.”

“I know that Genma, who the hell are the other two?”

One of them popped out of his henge to reveal the large body of Ibiki, “I’m with you two, but this other one sure isn’t.” He turned to face the other guest who smiled.

“So you Leaf bastard’s finally realized where your top Jounin was? A little slow aren’t you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” demanded Ibiki.

“You killed my partner, so you should know who I am.”

“Lightning Ninja.”

“He didn’t come back when he sensed chakra the other night, but no one reported any of the guests missing. I already knew the other Nin guest’s chakra was different when he arrived, but I had no idea that you lot were finally coming for your missing Nin. Late that you are, he’s been such a good little fuck for all these years, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve seen him do—“ he jumped out of the way as Ibiki attacked. The two Ninja disappearing from the room.

“What the hell happened Iruka?” asked Genma as they eyed the lethal Ninja before them.

“I have no idea. But I think that body there is Masaki. Judging by the blood on Kakashi he took his anger out on him and it triggered something. You felt that burst of chakra?”

“No one would have missed that.”

The naked man in front of them moved, but he was not looking at them. His eyes fixing on someone else. Hirose.

The man saw those eyes on him and turned to run, “Kill them, kill them all,” he shouted as he ran.

Kakashi began to move, his face grim as he stalked slowly towards the doorway lifting his arm up, his wrist torn and trailing a small piece of rope as visible chakra swirled into the cupped hand.

“Oh shit, how can he do that without hand signs… and isn’t that—?” started Genma.

“Chidori! He’s out of his mind,” finished Iruka.

They both saw the security men moving warily down to them, their eyes on Kakashi as he moved towards them.

“Let me take care of them, get your friends out now Iruka, I don’t think anything is going to stop him once he starts. If our people didn’t feel that burst then they are too far away to help us.”

Iruka watched as Kakashi moved, his mouth open, his face like that of a hungry wolf homing in on his prey. The spinning sharingan was what scared him the most, his killer instinct was there, long buried it was back on the surface, and there was no sanity in those eyes for him to tell friend from foe.

Iruka poofed away leaving Genma to follow behind Kakashi as he watched the bouncers advance on him. They had no idea of what they were dealing with, but at least they had slowed on seeing the electrical charge playing on the whore’s hand and pulled out metal bars ready to beat the smaller man to death.

“Listen to me, he’ll kill you, get out of here. He was a Ninja you fools, one of the best killing machines in our world.”

The men stopped their eyes on the man approaching them. They weren’t sure what to do. This whore was a Ninja?

“You have got to believe me, he’s out of control from all that’s been done to him here. Get out while you can!”

The noise was beginning to scare them and the lightning that leapt out of the white sphere was really terrifying them. That more than anything else had them turning and running.

Kakashi kept moving, they were not who he was after. Genma followed carefully after him.

Iruka had gotten the last of them out, all the whores had quickly gathered what they could carry and had run from the place. He told them never to come back, because he doubted there would be a place to come back to. He turned to see the security guards come running from the dungeon corridor in terror. In front of him Shichi stopped, he had only just arrived and he moved towards Hirose’s office. The greedy bastard was cleaning out his safe and grabbing anything of value to take with him.

He heard his men running and quickly moved to get out. “Cretins,” he said of his fleeing men. You,” he said to Shichi, “You’re my bodyguard now, protect me there’s Ninja here.”

Shichi nodded dumbly as Hirose came out and saw Iruka watching the dungeon corridor, “He’s one of them.”

Shichi turned to look at Iruka. “Don’t worry Shichi, but don’t help him. That slave, the Bitch is a Ninja too, a lost damaged Ninja. He knew all along who he had and he used that against my friend. I don’t want you to get hurt, but if you help him you will be.”

Hirose pulled a gun from a pocket in his clothes, “Yeah but none of you are immune from these.”

“How did you get that into the country?”

“Same way I get everything I want, black market. Now I’m leaving here, come near me and I’ll kill you all.”

“It’s not me you have to worry about,” said Iruka as the white lightning sparked out of the corridor and the terrible blood covered nightmare of a man appeared.

Iruka got out of the way, then he saw Genma behind Kakashi, he was signaling him to leave as well.

“Shichi, please,” he said one last time to the big man. He looked at Iruka then back at the horror approaching them, putting himself in front of Hirose to give him a chance to get out the back way.

Iruka disappeared and reappeared with Genma as they got well out of the way, but still able to see what might happen.

Hirose tried to use the cover of Shichi’s larger body to make it to the corridor that lead to the back of the building. He didn’t get far as a bolt of lightning hit the wall right in front of him he jumped back screaming, the gun falling from his hands. Again Shichi got in front of him as Kakashi got closer. Hirose was able to flee out the back, but only when he dropped the bag in his hand as well.

Shichi stood there, holding his ground, uselessly. When Kakashi saw his prey start to run he lifted his arm and ran at him, Shichi was nothing in the way of the savage lethal creature. The power of the lightning blade slicing through his big body, he was dead before he hit the ground and the deadly Ninja’s feet trampled over him.

Iruka stood there in shock before Genma pulled him out, fire from where the deadly weapon catching around them, the curtains going up quickly, the wooden building soon in flames.

The whole village was staring in horror at the brothel, the screams of guests and running staff attracting them. Iruka and Genma were soon joined by Ibiki. “Where is he?”

“Chasing Hirose, the man that owned him. He’s not in control, I have no idea what to do to stop him, he still won’t recognize us.”

“Help’s coming, not far now.”

Behind the now burning whore house Hirose had fallen and gotten up only to find his way blocked by everything. He had his back to the box he had used to punish his slave in, his now completely insane Ninja slave, armed somehow with the most powerful Ninja weapon he had ever seen. He emerged from the back door and stopped to stare at his prey.

Hirose whimpered as he tried to find a way out of his certain death, he’d already pissed himself when he heard Shichi’s body fall behind him and that horrible noise of a thousand birds. How had everything gone so wrong?

The whore began to move towards him, an insane smile on his face as he moved ever closer. Hirose could not take his eyes off the hand with its white fire. He watched with tears in his eyes as the hand pulled back and them plunge at him, he screamed and screamed until the blood strangled him and he knew no more.

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Everyone heard Hirose’s screams, they happened just before an explosion when off in the building. The fire was raging fully, but most of the people had run when they had heard the screams. Word of the insane whore had spread along with the knowledge that there were Ninja in town, not very happy Ninja at that.

Iruka, Genma and Ibiki had jumped with the explosion, the place was really burning and they would have to move soon.

“Round the back,” said Iruka, “We’ve got to find him.”

But as he was about to move there was suddenly someone in his way. “Naruto!”

“Um, what happened? We felt a powerful chakra blast.”

They all heard some screams from the rear of the building,” Shit come on.”

Iruka and the others took off and Naruto could only run with them. They soon all came to a halt. Emerging out of the smoke came the white lightning.

“Oh by the Gods, Is that… Kakashi?” said Naruto as he watched the figure came into the light.

Iruka nodded as they all looked at him warily. “He’s dangerous Naruto. That blast you felt. It was him. I think Masaki beat and raped him and pushed him over the edge. But that is not Kakashi you see there. That is an insane man holding a very deadly weapon.”

Other Leaf Ninja were arriving.

“How the hell do we stop him then?”

“I think our best bet is to wait until he is drained of chakra. The Sharingan’s been active since that burst and he’s had that chidori under power for almost as long. We’ve just got to keep everyone out of his way until then.”

They moved back as villagers fled from the monster. His concerned friends watching as he moved, his dark eye blank, the Sharingan had stopped spinning. But he moved on relentlessly, straight down through the village not seeing anything, but the chakra was not dissipating. The Leaf Ninja followed safely behind. In the distance they heard more explosions as the brothel continued to burn with no one there to stop it.

“Damn I wanted to see that place leveled,” said Genma.

“No more than I,” said Iruka as he kept his eyes on Kakashi. It had been more than an hour and the man was slowing down, the glow on his hand dimming.

Then suddenly it went out, the man moved a few more steps then fell. Iruka caught him before he hit the ground.

The others gathered around, someone handed him a blanket and Iruka covered the naked body in his arms

“Give him to me Iruka,” said Ibiki, “Let’s start for home.”

Iruka nodded as other’s helped get Kakashi onto Ibiki’s back. Then he and others began to bound away.

Naruto put his hand out and helped Iruka to his feet. “Nice catch. Let’s go home.”

Iruka nodded and they too disappeared.

In the village the brothel’s blackened remains collapsed. If anyone ever went looking, they would find nothing left of Shoji Hirose or Kenta Masaki.

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