The Lineage

DELETED SCENES

Note: The below chapter is a deleted story arc compression. This story arc would have occurred between arcs "Traitor" and "Finality" if it could have conceivably been of use between there and bridged the two arc effectively.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.


The Lineage
By 11

Chapter XX [Regenerates Arc: Chapters 1-4; not yet outlined/outlayed]
Regenerates: [Kin?, ???, ???, ???]

[OUTLINE FORMAT:

While at the Regenerate camp, walking with Orochimaru, Naruto and he comes across…

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The sound of splintering wood and a vicious snarl cuts him off – and thank goodness he was going to go on and on forever and ever!

Heads up!

And that same snarling mass launches itself at me – cold stony skin and gripping tearing claws settling across my limbs.

“Just get out of her way!”

“Grab her arms!”

What?!!

I lash back out at her – and she yelps rearing back as my fist connects with her ribs shoving her body into the sidewall of the nearest construct.

She stands again and this time – vicious wild eyes lock on me – her body lurching forward with a growl. “Now she’s mad at you!”

I can guess that!

I catch her wrists and her head flies toward me, jaws snapping with loud clacks and venomous snarls. I shove her backward and she falls back just enough to catch her feet before spiraling back forward.

“Catch her arms! No wait – we’ll get her – just, get her away from you!”

I lash out again – she’s too close all the time, damn it!!

“Can’t get a clear lock on her,” pointy-teeth curses rushing over to the others surrounding us.

I catch her wrist squeezing tight enough to crush the bones and she howls – her other hand clawing towards my face. I shove her back again and she whirls toward me – still attacking.

It would be so much easier to rip her apart.

“Whatever you do – don’t kill her!” Orochimaru begs me from the sides as well, “She’s already six months! Six more and she’ll be sane!”

Oh six more months and then she’ll stop attacking me? Such a shame if I’d kill her – she’s a real asset right now!!

“The holding pen is repaired – we just need to get her back in!”

This is such shit!

I growl and whirl around – striking into her gut, and she coughs and snarls and chokes on her own tongue – my other hand moving to her throat – choke her – incapacitate her. Just enough for these guys to put her back in whatever cage she escaped from!

A screaming whine is my only warning before her neck dives, and teeth latch hard into the meat of my hand.

I yelp and try to wrench it away but she holds onto me like a bulldog! The skin has already broken and the pain throbs and dulls as her cool tongue presses to the wound, teeth slowly pulling away.

The madness in her eyes seems to have gone – the group closes in, but she still doesn’t move, and suddenly wild eyes start and stare up at me her tongue still brushing my hand, teeth still loosely sitting in the throbbing bruise.

“Like the taste?” I mock her, as if she can understand me!

The other vampires stop moving in – her stillness is puzzling, and Orochimaru cocks his head to the side observing, the others exchanging looks. Pointy-teeth barks out a curse in question.

Her eyes shift away again, the barest hint of color turning pale cheeks peach – her tongue has become warm against my skin. Her lips closing over the wound drinking in rather than ripping.

Her hands rise to tenderly hold my wrist and arm. Her spine stretches, eyes falling closed – hips rocking slightly in time with the heavy gulps she’s sucking out of me.

Cold starts to numb my hand even as my heat bleeds into her. Honestly it’s starting to creep me out! And what’s with her moving like that!

She wants to fuck you!

Fuck no!

At that parasitic thought I rip my hand from her mouth. She yelps and falls back to the ground, pale legs splayed out in front of her as I back away.

Yeah… well she’d probably suck in bed anyway.

Red starts to drip over pink lips, a wet tongue reaching out to swipe back every last crimson drop.

Her eyes open again, turning up at me from beneath dark lashes – dark brown orbs look back at me, shoulders sweeping back long black hair. But her eyes are too strange, the madness is gone.

“Is she…?” the whispers start, “…sane?” the murmurs end, and she stares back at me, flushed and panting slightly, and shivering as the peach color is retaken by porcelain pale.

Then she moves forward again, still on her knees, and he body bows forward toward me. WTF?!!

Orochimaru’s eyes light up looking back at me, grinning. “Master,” she greets me; almost familiar, as if she’s known me all her life. Then crawling forward, fingers clutching into the hem of my pants.

Shit! I can’t tell if I’m aroused or mortified or embarrassed for her or what! I mean… this is….?!! Sasuke or Sakura would never do something like this!!

Rising slowly, she still stands a full head shorter than me, dark hazel eyes slowly rising as well to meet mine – like some shy frightened schoolgirl.

“Uh…?” I start intelligently, meaning to ask a question but instantly forgetting what it was.

“I’m so happy!” she whispers amorously, her arms suddenly winding around me, like a series of tree branches growing slowly up around me and overtaking before I even know what she’s doing. “You’re not pushing me away!”

Who does this broad remind me of? Hm…? Karin, maybe? I mean what the hell?! “Who are you?!”

She suddenly stumbles back from me looking surprised and for a moment I wonder if I offended her or what – but then she kneels again, eyes averted.
“Master! I’m so sorry! That was so rude, I just-! I just lost myself in exstacy for a moment!”

Again - WTF?!!

We’re just that good. Ask her to strip! She’d probably do it!

NO!!

“Allow me to introduce myself,” she looks up at me, eyes glowing with happiness, and fuck she’s pretty… “My name is Kin!”

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Outline from this point: … Incomplete.

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Instance: One night at the regen camp…

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I feel it again stronger – and I curse shifting to my other side. I screw my eyes shut and will the hunger away. But the dryness in my throat borders on paper withering away inside me.

I need blood – as infrequent as these instances are, it had to occur just now didn’t it?!

It’s clawing my insides and pumping in the rest of my blood with an itching gnawing irritation.

I breath out again shifting back to my back – I need a blood pack – but I didn’t ask for one earlier and now I’ve been put away for another twelve hours. I’m a prisoner so I can’t even go hunt down some poor doe!

Twelve hours… I don’t think I’ll last and still be sane. They better let me go soon! I’ll bite the first thing that walks through that door. Almost as soon as I think it – the door lock slides over and creaks open.

I don’t turn to face, I already know who it is – and it’s not Darkeyes though I really wish it was… where is that bastard!! Damn him!! Damn him to hell!!

“Master?” she asks timidly.

“It’s Naruto,” I remind her, wincing at that godawful title she insists on using, “I’ve told you a thousand times.”

“Sorry master,” she says softly, shutting the door loosely behind her, stepping forward to the bed, she stops short and I feel her sigh sensing my need. Can’t she just go away?!!

“Master, they gave you no food, should I go ask for some?”

“I wouldn’t eat anything you and those regens give me anyway.” I answer her with a growl. Bastards that tried to lock me up here!!

“You wouldn’t even drink from me?” she asks, the bed shifting slightly as she crawl over me, pulling back dark hair, baring her neck for me.

Fuck. Even if it’s cold – I can practically see every vein running criss cross over slender tendon and sinew.

“No Kin,” I start to tell her, but somehow the words won’t make it past my dry and thirsting throat.

“Please master?” she implores, her hips settling over mine, and I hiss as her cool body moves over me, rocking gently against my loins. Fuck Kin!!

Yes. Fuck her.

But… darkeyes…?

Screw him! That bastard!

But I don’t want her.

Doesn’t matter who you ‘want’ a hole’s a hole.

“Master, you have to, you’ll hurt yourself,” she implores, leaning toward me, and the warmth from me begins to affect the blood I’m scenting – the scent growing stronger and my eyes and ears seeing feeling the beginning of flow in unused veins.

But I don’t want her blood either…

But blood is blood.

I’m not even really thinking about it when my teeth pierce through the skin of her neck. She moans and sighs, fingers curling through my hair lovingly, holding me to her.

My hands press to her shoulders, the back of her neck, tilting her head back more, soft cool red flowing into me. It’s chill, and semi-sweet, almost minty but it’s not like his.

But blood is blood – and I devour her. She moans and sighs and her hips rock to mine once more, I’m hardening and I can’t really care since her red is coating my insides and that pinching twitching irritation is receding faster the more I drag from her into me.

The soft of her chest presses into me and she sighs, fingers stroking into my hair, arms and legs drawn around me, tender and loving, accepting anything and everything.

But if it was him, there’d be more to it.

I can smell her wet and willing, and she moans again squirming her hips over mine, body pressed tight to mine. She’s soft and the skin turns warm as I stroke over her skin and she sighs and keens.

But it’s not him.

If it was him, the vague excitement and lust in my would be overpowering by now. For a moment I can almost pretend it’s him with raven-black hair and porcelain skin.

I drink from her, more and more – my hand settling one on her hip, the other reaches under her and she cries out as my fingers, press to her cool center.

The pads of my fingers brush over her repeatedly, my lips drawing more of her into me – her breathing becomes further erratic – her moans more frequent.

Then she shudders and moans above me, her body stiffening and then becomes rigid for just a moment. I pull away from her neck, swiping my tongue across her skin – dark hazel eyes look down at me confused.

“Master?” she asks, rocking her hips back against my hardness, and my hands steady her hips away from mine.

“Thank you Kin, but it’s okay,” I tell her, “you feel good?”

“Yes master,” she blushes, “but I want to make master feel good too…”

“You did, I’m not going to rest full of thirst.” I tell her, pressing my lips lightly to her forehead. “You go rest too. That’s an order.”

She flushes slightly but nods, “Thank you master.” She smiles happily and crawls back off the bed and steps to the door, grinning back at me before shutting the cage behind her.

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He could sleep with her… could not. Probably not – though may want to rework that last part where he doesn’t. - Maybe - ???

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“So you and Kin had a good night the other night?”

I nearly choke on my next words – how did he know about that? Furthermore, why the lack of emotion you bastard?!

“I guess,” I answer carefully, “what do you know? Someone told you?”

“Well it’s not really any of my business,” darkeyes shrugs, his eyes not meeting mine, as if it doesn’t even matter, “I just knew you hadn’t fed, so I stopped by your room then. Bad timing on my part.”

I nearly curse – whatever he saw must have looked horrible. “No, it’s not your business. What do you care to begin with?”

Yes, I’m being an asshole. He deserves it.

“It’s not that I object, but she’s really too young to be feeding from and then at the same time demanding physical activity.” He starts.

“She wasn’t even turned twelve months ago, while she have become mentally capable due to your blood, her body isn’t-!”

Why can’t you just come out and say you’re jealous? Fucking asshole, giving stupid reasons like this.

“-furthermore, because of that, her blood-!”

“…Can’t taste as good as yours?” I finish for him, cutting him off. Dark irises whip towards me, locking on mine for the first time since I’ve seen him recently. I can’t contain the triumph and elation that fills me with that one look.

Even though his eyes are harsh and cool – beneath that I swear there’s a teetering layer of jealousy and hurt. Hurt Sasuke, hurt a lot, maybe now you’ll understand even a fraction of the pain you made me feel.

I hate him. I despise him. This is all his fault!

I love him. I desire him. This is all his fault!

“If I want to drink Kin’s blood, I can and will.” I tell him pointedly, daring him to challenge me, change my mind – give me a real reason.

“If you’re going to drink the blood of another vampire, a stronger, and a little older vampire would be better.”

“You offering?”

He hesitates, but those eyes harden, “Yes, I offer my blood instead, and you will never bite her, or another weaker vampire again.”

Choice words Sasuke, since nearly no one’s as strong as you are… I’m half-hard already. “I accept.” An addiction is an addiction, even if blood is blood, and I love his the best.

I move towards him, and he starts as if to move away, “I’m thirsty now – are you going to rescind then?” I wonder. Cool eyes meet mine, bottomless pits that I welcome swallowing me whole.

“No.” he answers plainly, completely still as I bridge the gap between us, my mouth straight to his neck. My teeth sink easily into the flesh. I feel him start but he bites back the sound.

The red rushes to the surface and sweet and spice and cinnamon and metal and Sasuke gushes into my mouth and down my throat. My tongue dances in bliss, boring into the marks of the skin, pressing out more and more.

I swallow it down, again and again – the chill of his skin burning up nicely, pink and peach tones reaching across alabaster flesh.

He hisses when my hand turns to his front, cupping against him – pressing hard. His fingers tighten on my shoulder, and I feel the muscles tense against my teeth.

I feel his jaw working, but he must have decided against saying anything – and that just pisses me off! My hips grind into him, and he grunts, my fingers pressing over his clothed length.

Bastard – do you want this, or is this what you were talking about before ‘only what I want?’ Fucking asshole! Dickhead! Bastard!

It doesn’t stop me rocking into him, drinking down his blood turned hot – I’m pissed, but I’m still hard, and I still want him. Damn him.

“Is this what you want?”

He gasps and chokes on a moan as my hands settle on his hips shoving his body up against mine – and I can feel his length through his clothes, rubbing to mine – my fingers turning to knead soft layered firm flesh.

He gasps, blood trails down his chest, and my tongue follows with greedy vengeance. “I want what you want.” So damn automated. Fuck you, Sasuke! I hate you!

I push against him again, and he keens, arms winding around my back – lips pressed to my throat moving to my ear, his hips rocking back against mine – and I’m lost.

I love him – god damn it I love him.

Can’t stand these layers between me and him! I hardly bother with it – shredding pants and shirt – and dark eyes flash open to glare at me, but my lips seal his and any protests.

His tongue burned with my heat and rubbing back against mine – his blood on our tongues. His body arches back against mine and I pull his bared length and body against mine.

This time there is no barrier to stop my fingers sinking into his backside, the rough fabric of my own barriers drawing keens and groans as I rub myself to him – his sensitive skin laid bare, myself still caged in cloth.

I don’t really remember tossing him onto the bed, or maybe I threw him, I might have hurt him.

It wasn’t something either of us thought about later – because then my hips were grinding over his again and my tongue stabbing back into the wound at his throat.

He yelps, and nails press hard enough to bruise and bleed. “Is this what you want?!” I insist against his skin again, “I’ve had it with you and you’re cryptic and you’re psychotic shit!”

Dark eyes snap open, abyss and silver and shining and bottomless pits of crawling sensation; a glare, a lustful gaze, a scowling loving look.

“Fuck me, bastard.”

My crimson fingers delve inside him and he hisses, my other hand stroking hard across his length and mine, my restriction finally undone – no patience to pull them all the way off.

He curses, and it sounds like bliss - red on my tongue I hike his legs up – my appendage dives inside him and his body stiffens and squirms, heat bleeding and pouring into him.

He moans and bites it back – legs stiffening over my shoulder, arms and hands twisting and writhing on the sheets. Sweet and metal taste covers the salty initial chill of his skin – and then thick sweat and musk greets me.

Enough liquid, though he may or may not need it, and I can’t wait anymore – and judging glaring lascivious eyes – he can’t wait either.

He bites back a moan as I push inside him – the tight heat clenching tight around me, and I pull his body upward to mine, his legs curl around mine.

Arms knot around my neck and holding us flush together, every part of us a pulsing rhythm of friction – with every stroke in and out of his body. It’s not long with his sound and scent and feel.

He’s like a living thing around me, breathing with me, his blood in me, every part attuned to him, and he’s all I want – and then I’m buried heat and liquid into him, and he’s clenching tight around me – my hand milking essence from him.

A final stroke inside and I’m imbed in him – building, building, ever rising, hot and reaming, ripping through me, pulsing and flowing and spilling over in a torrent – a rush inside my blood and skull and mind.

I don’t remember latching back into his neck except that the sweet and metal taste in my mouth is a welcome sensation as I wind down.

My jaws dig deeper, cutting muscle and sinew, probably leaving behind permanent marks. I feel wet between us and over my hand and I stroke him once more and he moans, squirming as the last of him gushes out and he starts to pull away again.

I pull him back, tongue soothing the marks I made – and holding onto the feeling of the thudding in his chest so close and mimicking to mine. His body is so pink and tender now.

He’s still slightly shaking in the aftershock, allowing himself to hold onto me, as we both lay on the brink of collapse. Like this he’s almost fragile; beautiful and so human – but he’s stronger than that.

Even like this, his body is practically indestructible isn’t it? I think to myself, still I take care licking over the wounds I left, and holding him gently to me.

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There may or may not be a point where Kin is jealous of her master’s fixation on someone else, regardless her fervent nature toward Naruto would not change.

Kin visits Naruto again and this time she stole the key to get him out – anything for her master - but her plan is found out and she’s brought away, a defective being, and Naruto is kept.

Sasuke doesn’t want to keep him but he can’t have him fighting on the side of the Order instead. But the longer he keeps him here the more Naruto is inclined to fight for the Order – otherwise he wouldn’t have even gotten involved! …

Naruto is left alone - shit.

[End Chapter – next chapter is break out and transformation if segue from here to there were a rational possibility.]

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Reason for Deletion:

I left this arc out due in large part because it was unnecessary. I did not want Naruto in the Regenerate Camp too long, he would have had to escape earlier, it interferes with the timeline of the war.

Naruto may have started to identify with either the Regenerate cause or the Order. It was not a necessary part to the story. He is not upset enough to ask his parasite to merge with him.

If I ever rewrite this story this is an arc I would still have left out.

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This is 3 of 3 unused ideas for The Lineage.