The Fury within: Of demons and man
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Chapter 2: Arrogance and bitter acceptance
The Fury within
Disclaimer: Oi…everyone…guess what?! I DON’T OWN IT!
Author’s note: YAY..thanks every one that reviewed!
Lilith: thanks so much for your review, just for you I will continue! I am a glutton when it comes to reviews! Teehee, I hope I don’t disappoint you with this.
Blisblop: *wiggles*…OH isn’t he the most beauteous thing ever?! I loved seeing Naruto like that in my head! Just wait lassie, there so much more raunch coming! This chapter is slow, but the story will pick up. And, YES, Sasuke is going too introduced into this arc. Here is some little Sasuke goodness for you!
Malimillions: Hai, I will continue. I just hope I can keep up with your expectations! And I promise, a lot of things will happen over the next few chapters. Gaara will play a significant role, as you picked up before…he is very territorial over Naruto. More so now with the merging of demon and man; his own animal instincts run high. This is going to be interesting for sure. I just hope Sasuke can survive the next few chapters to finally see what his ‘friends’ become.
Zrina: *blushes and giggles*…thanks ya. I had a blast writing that. I hope you enjoy the future chapters!
LadyApollonia: Here you go lass, some more bits of the story for you! *Runs and glomps the flailing Lady*…no need to keep up the wailing flailing, here you can have some more story now! And, thanks for the review. They were beautiful to me too.
Now…on with the story! Thanks everyone one more time, it means a lot to me. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2: Arrogance and bitter acceptance
The thunderous noise pelting in repeated waves deafened any other sound attempting. Not even the screeching resonance of the wind passing by was enough to breech the ear’s barrier. Thus, is the main difference between the gentle flutter of feathered wings, and those of the whizzed leathered flap of the ones I have come to acquire. Feathers have a distinct sound, a gentle wispy sound; the leather has a harsh, abrasive one.
The slightly pained feeling of the skin stretching, and pulling, with every wave has become merely an itch compared to the other pains I have learned to endure. These past years have been a trial to my pursuit of power; to the truth harbored in devotion.
With each new…task…anointed on this body, I grow. Whether it be stronger in strength or if the mind, it become something more with each lesson. Pushing back the thick lock of hair that has fallen, Idly I wonder…is this what I have wished for?
To become a puppet to a monster, who so easily dictates my future?
The trees are thinning, and the jagged surface of the rock ledge comes into view. Easily sailing past the jagged edges that ring the small, hidden, village I let the air currents tug me downward. Relaxing in to the descent, the answer to my question becomes apparent.
Of course it isn’t, but what choice did I have?
Smiling a rare turn of the lips; briefly indulging in the sheer joy of flight. From the cleansing winds purifying what’s left of the human soul, to the feigned feeling of freedom, this is as good as it gets for me.
If I were to ever be thankful for what that monster’s done, the wings would be it. They are what kept me sane in this wasteland of animated corpses that dance to the demon’s will…
*************************************************************
“Lord Orochimaru-sama, the prodigy approaches,” the petite, scantly clad, boy servant alerts the serpentine grace standing in the corner.
Yellow, slanted, eyes turn viciously on the boy, causing the already frightened child to step back. Ducking his chin, the wispy strands of brown hair covers the fear brewing in dark eyes.
Not wanting to anger the Lord any further, with the mews of the nearly arrived man, he pushes forth to retrieve an answer. An attempt to direct his course of action, with a shaky voice he speaks, “Shall I ready his chambers, or send him to you Orochimaru-sama?”
“Tell me, Sori-chan, do you enjoy living?”
“H..hai Orochimaru-sama,” he stutters, shrinking deeper into the shell concocted from fear.
The artic gaze levels deadly on the boy, quickly the other rushes him. Cold hands twist around the thin column of flesh under the chin, yanking the small frame to him roughly, he hisses, “Listen you little insolent fool, and listen well. You are pestering me. If you wish to continue being the pleasure under my flesh than shut the fuck up and leave.” The low, reverberating, murmur of words resonates between the joined bodies. Each forced a moan from escaping sealed lips; one for the pleasure of the fear radiating, the other from the continuous fright that’s settle in his veins.
Shaking terribly, the youth begins to cry. The overflowing river of tears run rapidly down the high cheek bones, sobbing openly, he cries, “Nanitozo, Orochimaru-sama, forgive me!”
A quick flick of the tongue along the bared throat nearly intoxicates the man wavering in the corner. The fear flowing off the small thing entrapped within the snake’s embrace was encompassing. ‘How can one deny himself?’ Orochimaru asked himself. Head dipping down to the jumping vein nestled in the thumping flesh, acidic fangs graze across the surface.
*************************************************************
Landing with perfected ease, I call back the power of the cursed seal. Slowly wings sink back into nothingness, extended ebon stands shorten back to the original design, as I feel the chakra reseed. Closing eyes from the brief flash of pain, the world just disappears. Pain has no power over me any longer.
“Ah, Sasuke-kun, I was wondering when you were returning,” the smooth talking man stated with a lovingly note. Opening the Sharingan wide, they bore deep…swimming madly with hate. How I would love to kill that monster.
“I was within reasonable time, Kabuto-san.” The angry twitch on his face alerts me to his displeasure at being names a ‘-san’. It goes two ways Kabuto, if I am to be a child than you are just a mere man.
“Still the insolate fool as always aren’t you, Sasuke-chibi. Never one to respect your superiors,” Kabuto says nonchalantly, a dismissive wave of the wrapped hand only serves to emphasize his none-caring air. But I know. I know the rage he keeps set aside for me, the anger that sometimes finds it’s way to my chambers when he thinks Orochimaru isn’t watching.
But, I have learned anything these past years, it’s that Orochimaru watches all the time. Never a moment of privacy was allotted where he’s concerned. And why should he give it to me? Am I not just a husk for his soul to fill once the other bodies decayed? Does a shell really denote privacy?
“I have no need to respect you, Kabuto,” the words just flow with malicious discord, they make me smile. “You, are by far, not my superior.”
Smiling coldly, the silver haired med-nin walks to face me. Leaning into my face, his chapped lips barely graze the curve of my ear. Whispering frigidly, “We shall see, Sasuke, we shall see.”
Not moving from the perverse embrace, I will not give him the pleasure of seeing me thrown. I have learned to stand and just take it. No matter what he does to me, it will never kill me. Orochimaru would slay him the instant he caught wind of his bodies altercation. But, as Kabuto would say, ‘there are many ways to die, Sasuke, some will even let the body live…’
“To play with Fire, will only get you burned.”
“Kabuto, how many times have I warned you not to touch the Uchiha?” the Hebi-teme crooned, dangerously slow. “It’s not wise to play with another’s toys when one’s not around to join in the fun.”
Sick to my stomach at even the slight prospect of having them BOTH touch me, I square my shoulders and take the easiest way out of this mess. “Orochimaru-sama, he was just telling me of a new jutsu. We all know the courtyard has ears, it was best to keep this quiet.”
The words of the half asses, totally unbelievable lie, just fall out so smoothly. Like I have been born a lair, well I suppose that’s not too far from the truth is it.
Stepping back, Kabuto casts a warning glare to me. “Yes, Lord Orochimaru, it was to be a secret present for you to receive later.” He too, it appears, is an easy lair. That or he fears the wraith of the snake’s rage. I would bet my life on the latter.
“Oh, really, than I look forward to seeing the results of your…interlude,” he hisses, knowing full well it’s an out right lie. Humoring us, he lets it slide…for the most part. But, now I will have to work on a new Jutsu to show him. Damn it, this is just what I needed.
“Of course,” the other replies for both of us.
Crossing long arms, yellow eyes seem to smile at me. Gods I hate that smile. “Sasuke-kun, did your mission go well?”
Tugging the scroll from the pack resting on my hip, I pass over the small roll. “I believe this is what you requested.” As he grabs it, our hands touch. The electric pulses dance and embed deeply into the skin. Small bursts of power play along our joined fingers, as the hair on the backs of our necks rise.
The sick churning is back full blown. It’s always like this when we touch. The power just bleeds from our pores, attaching itself to the other container. I have yet to figure this out…why do we react this way to another? Come to think of it, there’s only been one other that’s made me feel this way.
As quick as the power storm rose, it fell away. His cold hand now rests stilly in my own, nothing fancy about it any longer. Sighing contently, Orochimaru murmurs, “Yessss, this is what I wanted.”
Whether it was the power he wanted, or the scroll, I do NOT want to know. All I want now is to escape the lewd looks from his serpentine eyes and go train somewhere. When the lusts risen in him it’s best to hide from those dizzying orbs; else be privy to the stoke of the snakes cruel touch.
“Very I will take leave now, I must train.” Do I sound rushed? I hope it’s not as apparent as I think it is.
“Hai, you do that,” Orochimaru smiles, “But, remember Sasuke-kun, you are to meet me in the great hall later to report the mission’s success.”
Swallowing the bile, I nod silently. If I speak I fear it will not only be words that comes forth. Bowing in mock respect to the Lord, the snide look from Kabuto amused me. Looking over my shoulder to him, I merely nod in dismissal. Let his chew on that for a while.
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To be continued…
Author’s note: Okies, so I liked the reviews I gots on this story, sooooo I am going to continue it.
This chappie kinda sucks and is slow, but it’s needed. Sorry guys…no porn bunnies in this one, but the next will be a dosie. I promise!
Next Chapter: Naruto dreams, Gaara likes to touch, and why is Neji packing?!
Thanks for reading!
JA NA,
SeveredWings
Disclaimer: Oi…everyone…guess what?! I DON’T OWN IT!
Author’s note: YAY..thanks every one that reviewed!
Lilith: thanks so much for your review, just for you I will continue! I am a glutton when it comes to reviews! Teehee, I hope I don’t disappoint you with this.
Blisblop: *wiggles*…OH isn’t he the most beauteous thing ever?! I loved seeing Naruto like that in my head! Just wait lassie, there so much more raunch coming! This chapter is slow, but the story will pick up. And, YES, Sasuke is going too introduced into this arc. Here is some little Sasuke goodness for you!
Malimillions: Hai, I will continue. I just hope I can keep up with your expectations! And I promise, a lot of things will happen over the next few chapters. Gaara will play a significant role, as you picked up before…he is very territorial over Naruto. More so now with the merging of demon and man; his own animal instincts run high. This is going to be interesting for sure. I just hope Sasuke can survive the next few chapters to finally see what his ‘friends’ become.
Zrina: *blushes and giggles*…thanks ya. I had a blast writing that. I hope you enjoy the future chapters!
LadyApollonia: Here you go lass, some more bits of the story for you! *Runs and glomps the flailing Lady*…no need to keep up the wailing flailing, here you can have some more story now! And, thanks for the review. They were beautiful to me too.
Now…on with the story! Thanks everyone one more time, it means a lot to me. Enjoy!
______________________________________________________
Chapter 2: Arrogance and bitter acceptance
The thunderous noise pelting in repeated waves deafened any other sound attempting. Not even the screeching resonance of the wind passing by was enough to breech the ear’s barrier. Thus, is the main difference between the gentle flutter of feathered wings, and those of the whizzed leathered flap of the ones I have come to acquire. Feathers have a distinct sound, a gentle wispy sound; the leather has a harsh, abrasive one.
The slightly pained feeling of the skin stretching, and pulling, with every wave has become merely an itch compared to the other pains I have learned to endure. These past years have been a trial to my pursuit of power; to the truth harbored in devotion.
With each new…task…anointed on this body, I grow. Whether it be stronger in strength or if the mind, it become something more with each lesson. Pushing back the thick lock of hair that has fallen, Idly I wonder…is this what I have wished for?
To become a puppet to a monster, who so easily dictates my future?
The trees are thinning, and the jagged surface of the rock ledge comes into view. Easily sailing past the jagged edges that ring the small, hidden, village I let the air currents tug me downward. Relaxing in to the descent, the answer to my question becomes apparent.
Of course it isn’t, but what choice did I have?
Smiling a rare turn of the lips; briefly indulging in the sheer joy of flight. From the cleansing winds purifying what’s left of the human soul, to the feigned feeling of freedom, this is as good as it gets for me.
If I were to ever be thankful for what that monster’s done, the wings would be it. They are what kept me sane in this wasteland of animated corpses that dance to the demon’s will…
*************************************************************
“Lord Orochimaru-sama, the prodigy approaches,” the petite, scantly clad, boy servant alerts the serpentine grace standing in the corner.
Yellow, slanted, eyes turn viciously on the boy, causing the already frightened child to step back. Ducking his chin, the wispy strands of brown hair covers the fear brewing in dark eyes.
Not wanting to anger the Lord any further, with the mews of the nearly arrived man, he pushes forth to retrieve an answer. An attempt to direct his course of action, with a shaky voice he speaks, “Shall I ready his chambers, or send him to you Orochimaru-sama?”
“Tell me, Sori-chan, do you enjoy living?”
“H..hai Orochimaru-sama,” he stutters, shrinking deeper into the shell concocted from fear.
The artic gaze levels deadly on the boy, quickly the other rushes him. Cold hands twist around the thin column of flesh under the chin, yanking the small frame to him roughly, he hisses, “Listen you little insolent fool, and listen well. You are pestering me. If you wish to continue being the pleasure under my flesh than shut the fuck up and leave.” The low, reverberating, murmur of words resonates between the joined bodies. Each forced a moan from escaping sealed lips; one for the pleasure of the fear radiating, the other from the continuous fright that’s settle in his veins.
Shaking terribly, the youth begins to cry. The overflowing river of tears run rapidly down the high cheek bones, sobbing openly, he cries, “Nanitozo, Orochimaru-sama, forgive me!”
A quick flick of the tongue along the bared throat nearly intoxicates the man wavering in the corner. The fear flowing off the small thing entrapped within the snake’s embrace was encompassing. ‘How can one deny himself?’ Orochimaru asked himself. Head dipping down to the jumping vein nestled in the thumping flesh, acidic fangs graze across the surface.
*************************************************************
Landing with perfected ease, I call back the power of the cursed seal. Slowly wings sink back into nothingness, extended ebon stands shorten back to the original design, as I feel the chakra reseed. Closing eyes from the brief flash of pain, the world just disappears. Pain has no power over me any longer.
“Ah, Sasuke-kun, I was wondering when you were returning,” the smooth talking man stated with a lovingly note. Opening the Sharingan wide, they bore deep…swimming madly with hate. How I would love to kill that monster.
“I was within reasonable time, Kabuto-san.” The angry twitch on his face alerts me to his displeasure at being names a ‘-san’. It goes two ways Kabuto, if I am to be a child than you are just a mere man.
“Still the insolate fool as always aren’t you, Sasuke-chibi. Never one to respect your superiors,” Kabuto says nonchalantly, a dismissive wave of the wrapped hand only serves to emphasize his none-caring air. But I know. I know the rage he keeps set aside for me, the anger that sometimes finds it’s way to my chambers when he thinks Orochimaru isn’t watching.
But, I have learned anything these past years, it’s that Orochimaru watches all the time. Never a moment of privacy was allotted where he’s concerned. And why should he give it to me? Am I not just a husk for his soul to fill once the other bodies decayed? Does a shell really denote privacy?
“I have no need to respect you, Kabuto,” the words just flow with malicious discord, they make me smile. “You, are by far, not my superior.”
Smiling coldly, the silver haired med-nin walks to face me. Leaning into my face, his chapped lips barely graze the curve of my ear. Whispering frigidly, “We shall see, Sasuke, we shall see.”
Not moving from the perverse embrace, I will not give him the pleasure of seeing me thrown. I have learned to stand and just take it. No matter what he does to me, it will never kill me. Orochimaru would slay him the instant he caught wind of his bodies altercation. But, as Kabuto would say, ‘there are many ways to die, Sasuke, some will even let the body live…’
“To play with Fire, will only get you burned.”
“Kabuto, how many times have I warned you not to touch the Uchiha?” the Hebi-teme crooned, dangerously slow. “It’s not wise to play with another’s toys when one’s not around to join in the fun.”
Sick to my stomach at even the slight prospect of having them BOTH touch me, I square my shoulders and take the easiest way out of this mess. “Orochimaru-sama, he was just telling me of a new jutsu. We all know the courtyard has ears, it was best to keep this quiet.”
The words of the half asses, totally unbelievable lie, just fall out so smoothly. Like I have been born a lair, well I suppose that’s not too far from the truth is it.
Stepping back, Kabuto casts a warning glare to me. “Yes, Lord Orochimaru, it was to be a secret present for you to receive later.” He too, it appears, is an easy lair. That or he fears the wraith of the snake’s rage. I would bet my life on the latter.
“Oh, really, than I look forward to seeing the results of your…interlude,” he hisses, knowing full well it’s an out right lie. Humoring us, he lets it slide…for the most part. But, now I will have to work on a new Jutsu to show him. Damn it, this is just what I needed.
“Of course,” the other replies for both of us.
Crossing long arms, yellow eyes seem to smile at me. Gods I hate that smile. “Sasuke-kun, did your mission go well?”
Tugging the scroll from the pack resting on my hip, I pass over the small roll. “I believe this is what you requested.” As he grabs it, our hands touch. The electric pulses dance and embed deeply into the skin. Small bursts of power play along our joined fingers, as the hair on the backs of our necks rise.
The sick churning is back full blown. It’s always like this when we touch. The power just bleeds from our pores, attaching itself to the other container. I have yet to figure this out…why do we react this way to another? Come to think of it, there’s only been one other that’s made me feel this way.
As quick as the power storm rose, it fell away. His cold hand now rests stilly in my own, nothing fancy about it any longer. Sighing contently, Orochimaru murmurs, “Yessss, this is what I wanted.”
Whether it was the power he wanted, or the scroll, I do NOT want to know. All I want now is to escape the lewd looks from his serpentine eyes and go train somewhere. When the lusts risen in him it’s best to hide from those dizzying orbs; else be privy to the stoke of the snakes cruel touch.
“Very I will take leave now, I must train.” Do I sound rushed? I hope it’s not as apparent as I think it is.
“Hai, you do that,” Orochimaru smiles, “But, remember Sasuke-kun, you are to meet me in the great hall later to report the mission’s success.”
Swallowing the bile, I nod silently. If I speak I fear it will not only be words that comes forth. Bowing in mock respect to the Lord, the snide look from Kabuto amused me. Looking over my shoulder to him, I merely nod in dismissal. Let his chew on that for a while.
_____________________________________________________________
To be continued…
Author’s note: Okies, so I liked the reviews I gots on this story, sooooo I am going to continue it.
This chappie kinda sucks and is slow, but it’s needed. Sorry guys…no porn bunnies in this one, but the next will be a dosie. I promise!
Next Chapter: Naruto dreams, Gaara likes to touch, and why is Neji packing?!
Thanks for reading!
JA NA,
SeveredWings