Chapter 2. Let's get this show on the road. Again this will not be a very long story. 10 at most, methinks. Also, remember everyone in the Konoha 11 (and their age group) are older by 2-3 years, this is fanfiction not canon, so don't come rambling in with, "B-BUT LE KING WANKER, ROYAL WARMER OF MY LOINS AND SUPPLIER OF HORNINESS, THEY ARE YOUNGER!" I said they're older, so they're bloody fucking older! Now read, wank, review if you want and wank again.

Danzo Shimura listened to Kakashi's report. It was a real shame what he became. There was a time when the White Fang's son could've strived harder to be a better shinobi. Sheer tenacity, adaptive intellect, countless jutsu and a Sharingan; all the makings of a possible S-Rank Shinobi, yet he'd spend his time failing teams, failing himself to be a better ninja and failing the village by extension. Above all else, Danzo prided the shinobi of Konoha. He didn't like the fact how forgiving his village could be sometimes, but simply turning into a military state had no profits either. If that happened trade for the village would decrease and they couldn't have that. That said he didn't like the sense of liberty the Third Hokage had instilled in his forces, the effect remaining throughout the later generations.

Today was an example of that. The Kyūbi lost. The Uzumaki dead. The last Uchiha fled. All essential pieces for the future. Jiraiya was outside the room, hanging by the wall as he has done since he was a child, listening in closely. Perhaps the boy was in grief he could not mask.

"Is there anything else you wish to add, Hatake?" Koharu asked him.

"No, ma'am."

"The rest of the genin," Homura spoke, concern in his voice. "Are they mortally wounded?"

"Neji Hyuga, Choji Akimichi and Rock Lee are in serious condition," the jōnin told them. "However, they are out of danger as far as I've been told. They'll need time to recover."

Danzo narrowed his visible eye. "We all need time." All eyes were on him, Tsunade's especially. "We lost our Jinchūriki today. For the first time since the village was founded, we are truly defenseless. Should the other villages know…"

"He was more than just a Jinchūriki." Tsunade's voice was heavy and filled with wrath. "You should treat him more than just a weapon. He's dead. At least give him that much respect."

"I visited the Memorial Tablet," he continued. "I paid my respects. I do every time a shinobi of note dies. When the first Hokage died, I paid my respects. As I did when Lord Tobirama sacrificed himself. The Fourth sacrificed himself to seal off the Bijū and keep the village safe. Hiruzen died protecting the village from a rogue student. So yes, I paid my respects to the boy who tried to fulfill his duty to the village with his last breath. I moved on. We all have to."

"You-"

"Calm down, Princess Tsunade," Koharu spoke first. "Danzo speaks harshly, but he is telling the truth."

"He is." Homura took up his side as well. Rightfully so. "As of now, we're weaker than we've ever been. Sasuke Uchiha gone to Orochimaru. No doubt he'll tell the snake what he's done. If he leaks that information…"

Danzo leaned back into the comfort of his chair. Tsunade was bickering with the other two, sparing him a scathing glare every now and then. Why did she think he was the enemy? That he would harm Konoha? He loved the village more than her. Than anyone in that room. Than everyone in the village. He was ready to give the last full measure of devotion it would take to keeping the village safe and strong. The noise died when Jiraiya entered the room. The Toad Sage did not look the goof he usually was. To Danzo, he would always be that child who used to be tied to a post by Hiruzen. He was just bigger now. Although, he could say he definitely respected Jiraiya more than the other two Sannin. At least he didn't turn his back on the village when things didn't go their way. Even now here he was doing what was needed.

"Danzo Shimura is right." Jiraiya's words seemed to have a prominent effect as the table in front of the Hokage was turned into broken splinters.

"You can't be serious!" Tsunade's voice was strong, but on the verge of breaking. She gave away much more than she thought; Tobirama would no doubt be disappointed at his descendant. The girl was knee deep in grief from the boy's death. She was compromised. Not fit for her role. He expected the same from Jiraiya, but surprisingly he held more composure. Perhaps losing people he loved and trusted over the years had finally strengthened his heart. Those students he taught after the second war, the Fourth Hokage, Hiruzen. Conflict and loss made better men out of lesser ones. The child has grown.

"Naruto Uzumaki is dead." Jiraiya paused, shaking his head with eyes closed. "He wasn't prepared to fight Sasuke Uchiha, not in the state he was in. I'm sure the boy was tapping into the Cursed Mark and if he is as good as you say he is, Kakashi, he must've adapted to it far quicker than we thought. Killing a Jinchūriki no easy feat, especially one that happens to be an Uzumaki. He's dead, Tsunade. He's gone. There's nothing we can do about it."

"So what do you expect me to do? Just forget about him?!" This time Tsunade's eyes were teary. She was stricken right in the heart. "If you think-"

"I knew the boy longer than you, Tsunade," Jiraiya cut her off; he was angry. Danzo liked it. "He put his trust in me. I taught him the Rasengan. I saw him in the same way I saw Minato even though I didn't get to spend much time with him. If I'd known he was on this mission I'd have gone to aid him. Maybe he would've lived. I arrived here too late. I was supposed to take him on a trip with me. To train the boy. Believe me, I know how you feel. Nothing will change the loss we suffered today." That seemed to make Tsunade keep more composure. He looked at Kakashi, the brat didn't hide the resentment in his eyes. "You couldn't find his body? His headband? Anything?"

"Not a trace of him. Except a few torn bits of muscle tissue scattered about…and blood. Lots of it." Kakashi's voice heavy. It reminded him of the time when he tried to make the boy join ROOT. Again, such wasted potential. "I trust my nose, and my summons. If someone else was there or moved his body, I would've known. His scent ended there. Pakkun and I were in tail as the rest of the ANBU units went to pick up the rest of those in the retrieval squad. One moment I could smell them both, then Sasuke's smell was getting fainter. I got the hint of iron. Tons of it. Then I felt a massive explosion take place in the trail ahead. I saw red flashes of chakra being shot into the sky. I could only guess that Naruto…"

"His body released all the chakra," Danzo offered his two cents. He'd seen this before. "When a Jinchūriki is killed, an explosion of chakra usually follows. At the end of the day the Bijū are raw masses of chakra given form. The moment its host dies they seek rebirth. It has to assimilate itself and proceeds to bombard its way out of its vessel's lifeless body. I'm guessing the moment Genin Naruto Uzumaki died, the Kyūbi's chakra became too volatile and resulted in the destruction at Valley of the End. Though, it might take years before it fully forms again. The Nine-Tails has the most chakra out of them all, it's only natural it will take more time."

The landmark of Konoha. A symbol to show the power that Konoha gone because some Uchiha had gone wayward. History liked to rewrite itself. Now the Fox was gone too.

"Our enemies cannot know." Homura spoke with reason. "The moment they learn, war will come knocking on our doors."

"They'll try to invade us. Iwa is more likely to attack us than the rest." Koharu's voice was laced with concern. "At least we can rely on the Sand as allies."

"To control that information," Danzo advised, "we'll need to control what people know in the village."

Tsunade looked at him incredulously. "You mean to hide his death? From everyone?"

"Yes, Princess. We can't let it leak out. We can't let our enemies know how weak we are right now. We have to control this as much as we can. By any means necessary."

Tsunade Senju, granddaughter of the first, sat back down. Her mind was furious now, but she needed to calm down. She needed to remember she was the Hokage. That the village came before everyone else.

"Fine," she finally said the words he wanted her to say. "But I want Sasuke Uchiha back in the village. He'll have to answer for his crimes. I want to see his filthy, red eyed traitorous face before I personally rip it apart."

Danzo and the rest nodded. Shisui's eye beneath the bandages felt overworked. He wasn't an Uchiha. The eye didn't fully accept him, and could only control his victims to a certain degree. He needed to work on it more. Perhaps if he had both eyes, then it would've worked the way he intended it to. His arm needed an update too. Now all of it would have to wait. So much work, so little time.

The simple pleasures of life were the best. When every single human on the planet was gone, he tried to recreate them. It was such a pain. He failed. Instead he created humanoid versions of those beasts the Jūbi spawned during the Fourth War. They were good, sturdy and durable things. Though they were meant more for war and battle than normal life and its ups and downs. He recreated White Zetsu according to his image. They lacked the same essence of humanity. The soul wasn't there. Perhaps if he had living breathing subjects then it would've been different. So he took the easy way out: clones. Creating a fake life for himself. Villages, cities, countries. And it was so boring and fake. He even played God for a while as he observed his clones play out scenarios for him, lasting up to decades. He had tried, oh he had tried to lie to himself that this would be his new normal. The emptiness of the world drove him mad. If it weren't for a random thought crossing his mind, he would've never found this solution.

Thank whatever gods that had created him, for he found people again. He had found a time when the world not yet ruined. More importantly, he found women again.

He felt her walls tightened around his member again—like razor wire around necks. Not the best comparison he had, but hey after mercilessly killing every single person who entered the Shrine it was the only analogy he had. Her legs jittered, body shivered as she let out another cry of pleasure. Naruto loomed over her as the priestess' body shook like she was getting her brain reset. Her head reeled back as he repeatedly kept shoving his member into her depths, her hands came to his backside and her legs wrapped around his buttocks safely keeping him snug inside her. A silly smile was on her face now, her hair a mess and her eyes disheveled from long hours of fantabulous fucking.

At first she was terrified of him, he suspected it was probably due to him killing everyone around him.

The priestess tried to run and the moment he touched her, something burst out of her. Ethereal form of chakra which tried to protect her. He cast that little shitshow away along with her clothes and the moment he got inside her he felt so whole. She was cursing at first so unlike of a priestess, but with every thrust she began to resist less as every inch of his cock plunged inside of her. Her virgin pussy wrapped so tightly around his red member, each time he thrust inside her the priestess' breasts would jiggle so delightfully. Hot and heavy breaths left her mouth and nostrils as she looked at him with glossy eyes and bit her lip enticing him more.

The longer it went, the more pleasure she felt.

She moved her hips better each time he hammered his length into her. With every kiss she shamelessly moaned more, as his hands found her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, her nipples grew stiff and red as his teeth tugged at them. Her cunt grew wetter and tighter with each passing moment as her shrills became more excited. She couldn't hold back her voice no longer as she screamed in bliss. He didn't stop there, he wouldn't. He'd been without this for sooooooo long.

He pulled out of her and she looked at him in a surprised manner. He grabbed the priestess by her blonde locks as the head of his cock tapped against her lips. She looked at him in a cowering manner before he yanked a bit at her hair. She didn't need to told twice as she slowly dragged her tongue along his shaft, all the way down to the base. She had opened her mouth to say something, but really he wasn't in the mood for whatever she had to say. In his mind, she should've been gagging instead of talking, and with that thought he grabbed the back of her head and forced half his cock into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as he moved her head along the length as rumblings came from her throat and tears leaked out of her eyes. She gagged each time he would move her head to a little closer to the base of his cock. His entire member glistened with her saliva as she gagged and choked, soon all of it was inside her. Her nose desperately breathed into his crotch, she shook so much he thought she was going to faint.

Finally he felt his own climax approach as he face fucked the priestess and finally he pulled out as ropes of his seed splattered against her face, her breasts and abdomen.

The girl fell on her back, shivered and breathed hotly as her wet pussy twitched. He had flipped her over on her hands and knees, and rubbed his cock against her folds, as she swayed her hips side to side, slowly. He plunged into her, made her shriek while his hands gripped her hips. Her voice had changed then, much sweeter, more melodic, mostly shameful as he took a moment to relish the look on her face as she'd looked back at him, cheeks red. She said, "No, please. Enough." and then she moved back and forth on her own, pushing her rear end against his crotch. He chuckled before grabbing a fistful off her soft ass, slapping it as she moved faster and faster with each spank. One could say she did it out of fear, one could also say she wanted it, after all…the priestess did slam her buttocks against him like a common whore from then on, making him return the favor as he rammed into her womb over and over again, eventually filling her up with his spunk.

After pulling out of her, he realized he needed to push her just a little more to push her over the edge. Like a gentleman he asked the priestess her name. Shion. What a pretty name for a pretty flower. He could've gone just for her asshole, but where was the fun in just that? When he summoned his clones, naked and aroused, Shion only stared back with disbelief in her eyes, along with smidgens of lust.

Now that was a real gold experience! The sound of flesh slapping flesh was rhythmic, in sync with him and the boys (that's what he called them) as they shoved their cocks into every hole she had; 'twas was too much for the pure, pretty priestess to handle. After they had their way with her, twisting her, sandwiching her, treating her how a 12 year old treated a sock, and deposited their sperm in her like it was a bank, her mind was crippled by it. Also the fact that he was overloading her senses with natural energy to make her enjoy it more had something to do with it. Every bit of resistance that was in her was snuffed out from Uzumaki Gangbang Boogaloo Special. After that she spread her legs to widths rivaled only by Sakura's forehead as she asked him, nay begged him to shove his rod deep inside her.

Who was he to deny a woman what she wanted?

Naruto thrust into her with more strength as her mouth came agape each time he rammed into her. Her tongue lulled out and became cross-eyed as he increased the speed of his strokes. He stood up with the priestess still in his lap, her limbs locking themselves around him, wishing so badly not to be separated from him. He continued jutting up into her pussy for several more minutes as he felt her walls tightening so tightly around his cock he thought his penis was fucking its way into heaven. The way his cock hammered into her pussy and reached deep enough to kiss the entrance to her womb with each thrust wasn't something new, but the way her walls clamped around him with sheer dedication made him think about all the past time he'd wasted: chasing Sakura for nothing, not noticing how a girl like Hinata would've probably done this with him without a hesitation, or any other chick he didn't think about; he just focused on being Hokage and bringing Sasuke back. He lost his virginity while on the trip with Jiraiya, but he was of a different mood back then. All of that time wasted.

Wasted!, he thought and aggressively hammered into her, lowering his head as he bit onto her nipple.

Shion breathed and moaned and suddenly all her limbs clenched tight around his torso as her pussy muscles wildly convulsed on his member. "Hhhagagghh! Fill me up again, master!" Oh those sweet words motivated him so fucking much as he fucked her ruthlessly. Her tight went cunt became a sloppy mess as he buried himself deep inside her, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her buttocks, his own climax approached. He bit her ear as she happily grinned, tears of ecstasy rolled down her cheeks as she felt him unleashing his seed inside her. So much of it. The priestess was elated, gasping in joy as she felt her insides went white with his seed, becoming full and ripe.

"Fuck!" Naruto said as he pulled his member out of her. Hot, loads of jizz poured out from her cunt as she fell against the ground, her sweet delicious body glistened with sweat and stains of his cum smeared all over her. "You're pretty good. I haven't fucked a woman for over a hundred years and the first one I get is a priestess. Oh! Jiraiya would kill for stuff like this."

"Ahghhghghg," was all she said his seed kept leaking out of her. Her eyes were glossed over.

"I don't know cuntspeak that well yet, but I'm sure you said something nice." Naruto began to sit down as wood emerged from beneath forming a smooth, leaning chair for him. From the knowledge he'd absorbed from one of the last lackeys guarding the priestess, this was Land of Demons he was in and the demonic chakra he'd absorbed belonged to a demon named Moryo. His abilities were interesting too, making an indestructible army made of stones, creating a darkness that robbed people of their sight, and, most importantly, tentacles. A powerful demon, but so, so weak compared to the monsters he'd faced in his life. Still, it gave him ideas. Ideas he'd put to use once getting out of this shrine.

"First things first," a wooden table emerged from the ground. Indents began to dig into the wood as a map roughly resembling all the nations formed. Eight red marks appeared on the map. Two in clouds, two in stone, two in the mist, one in waterfall, and one in the sand. Eight pieces he needed. Time travel, more particularly, time displacement of the mind to certain point required a cost. And he had to give up one-third of all of his chakra to arrive here. He was still strong, but something inside him felt empty and craved for more chakra—chakra of the Bijū. Perhaps he just wanted to fill up the hole, and then have some surplus. "Who do I go after first? Go to Sand and leave the village to rot? Go after waterfall and make Iwa invade them? Or do I go after Iwa to make Kumo arm themselves up? Maybe the Kiri, get the Akatsuki all riled up. I could give the Akatsuki a visit too. Heh." He chuckled a bit. The sheer irony. The geezer toad at Mt. Myoboku foretold of this. That he'd bring peace or destruction. He had tried the former with all his might. What did he get in return? Despair, loss and-

"Hmm?" He looked down to see Shion had woken up from her fervor. A trail of semen started from where she'd been resting all the way to where she was now: swallowing his length whole as her nose poked against his waist. She bobbed her head up and down as she savored his taste, her tongue circling around his member. She breathed in sharply before going all the way down, choking and gagging. Finally she slid off of it, her mouth drooling all over her favorite meal apparently. "I was gonna tell you that I'm about to go take the rest of your country over, but I guess that can wait a little bit." She smiled before dutifully going back to sucking him off.

She stood on the fingers of the beast. To her it was nothing less than that. Made out of stone, but there was something menacing about the Demonic Statue. The shackles that kept its hands at bay, its ten eyes closed and the very way it looked. There was a shroud of mystery around it. Quite frankly, it unnerved her sometimes. She heard the flap of robes as someone else stood on the fingers now. Rippled eyes remained omniscient as ever, the power they held was unrivaled. Such strength only belonged to someone who would use it well, one who would be just, one who knew how cruel the world was, the pain it inflicted on those who could not defend themselves. He was God's chosen messiah. His avatar. The one who would bring balance and peace.

"It's time," he said as six phantoms appeared on the fingers. Silhouettes of colors changed in arrhythmic fashion, their eyes however remained fixed. She noticed his eyes moving to the empty finger. "Strange."

"Indeed," Sasori spoke first, his tone seemed more agitated than usual. "Zetsu is articulate. More than I can say about some of us."

"Oi, doll fucker," Hidan remained crass as ever. A beast wearing a human's skin. "We were only late that one time, but you sure like bringing it up every fucking time."

"Maybe don't give me that chance."

"Motherfuc-"

Kisame's chuckle interrupted the banter. "You're all so entertaining."

"This is concerning." Itachi Uchiha's red eyes looked at her and Pain. "Perhaps Zetsu encountered hostile shinobi in some enemy region. Assuming he was sent there." Itachi Uchiha. This one always made Konan take his words with salt. A man who killed his kin was a man she could never trust. Pain to some extent felt the same way as her. There were subtle hints of defiance in him, asking questions no one did, but he chose his words carefully. He wasn't a snake like Orochimaru, but he knew ways to skin one.

"We received word your brother fled from the village," Pain relayed to them. "Zetsu was sent there to gauge how strong the Jinchūriki was, how strong your brother was considering the ones who escorted him were from the Sound village."

"Why haven't we killed him yet? I'm sure we'll get a nice price for his head." Kakuzu had been vocal about his dislike about the Sannin from the first day.

"Pretty obvious isn't it?" Deidara shrugged before smiling. "This is a more personal matter."

"Regardless," Konan grew tired of the small talk. It always devolved into banter, as if they were friends. "We need to find out what happened at the end."

"I know what happened," Sasori said. "Well, at least I know what happened between the Jinchūriki and Itachi's brother."

Pain narrowed his eyes. "Next time, Sasori, start with relevant information instead of your gripes with people being late." He was annoyed by this, and so was she.

Sasori's eyes looked bloodshot at those words and his hunched form rattled a bit. He scoffed a bit. "The spy I have at Orochimaru's village. He told me Sasuke Uchiha arrived, without the group that was supposed to bring him back."

"So that's why you went all ANBU for a while eh senpai?"

"There's more."

"What would that be?"

Sasori hesitated for a moment. "Sasuke Uchiha apparently arrived looking like an old school Mist graduate and when asked by the snake who he killed, the boy refused to answer. I can only assume the one he killed was-"

"THE FUCKING JINCHŪRIKI!" Hidan cursed out. "THAT STUPID FUCK! OF ALL THE PEOPLE HE HAD TO KILL BEFORE GOING TO THAT FUCKMOTHERING FAGGOT OF A SNAKE HE KILLS THE ONE GUY WE NEED! JUST FUCKING GREAT!"

The tirade went before Pain breathed deeply. The Jashinist had calmed down a little by then. "Your spy, Sasori, can we trust him? He could be lying. Perhaps Orochimaru has him."

"He's helped us foil the snake's plots before. I don't see any reason why he wouldn't dance to my strings anymore."

"If that is true," Konan began as she realized how much of a wrench had been thrown in their plans. "Then we'll have to wait years before the Kyūbi reforms."

Deidara shook his head. "Man, your brother screwed us over big time, Itachi. Here I thought we were gonna move soon on all of them."

"That's another reason why I sent, Zetsu," Pain told them all. "The battle should've worn them out both, I told him if the Jinchūriki was too exhausted to resist, then he'd bring the Kyūbi here."

"That's quite devious of you," Kisame smirked at the Rinnegan wielder. "Here I thought we were above such petty methods."

"To bring peace we'll use any means necessary." The rest of them said nothing. "We'll regroup later once we have more information. For now keep gathering funds. Should any of you cross Orochimaru's lackeys, make sure you get the truth out of them." Pain's eyes were locked onto Itachi's and as usual they gave nothing away. Like dust in the wind they disappeared. Pain got down from the stone digit as Konan followed suit, walking behind Tendo as they entered the inner chamber. Five Paths remained spread out as her friend, her family, looked at her with concern in his eyes.

"This is going to cause problems, Konan." Nagato sighed. Her friend was tired of this. Of all of this. How much longer would he have to carry this burden with him?

"Do you think Zetsu went elsewhere? To Madara perhaps."

"No," Nagato assured her. "Madara said he was occupied with the Hidden Mist. Apparently one of the Jinchūriki fled the forces."

Problems everywhere, Konan thought to herself. They'd worked so hard to get this far. Just a year or two was what they needed to bring about the change Madara had promised them. They didn't trust him, not completely, but as long as Nagato was alive and had the Rinnegan she knew the Uchiha wouldn't act out against them. "What should we do?"

Nagato seemed deep in thought before he closed his eyes. "There's no point in going after the Jinchūriki right now. If we go for one of them now all the others will be hidden away, not to mention word about the Kyūbi Jinchūriki's apparent death should be spreading soon. Orochimaru is not above slander. He seeks to harm us as well."

"Should we take care of Orochimaru then?" Konan suggested. In her opinion, that snake had lived too long. She still remembered what he said all those years ago when they were children.

"Not yet. He has Sasuke Uchiha and if he did kill the Kyūbi Jinchūriki, he's one worth watching. No doubt Orochimaru will go to major lengths to keep himself and his vessel safe at any costs, including pointing fingers at us."

"You're being very careful about this."

"He's one of the few shinobi who've lived through the wars. His mind worries me more than his actual strength."

"What do we until then, Nagato?"

"We wait," Nagato told her, "and liberate as many villages as we can."

She nodded. He was right. In the midst of this she forgot what the Akatsuki really was. The Akatsuki was the hope this world needed. By any means necessary.

She rubbed her neck with the sanitizer again. No matter how many times she did this, she could feel the stench of his mouth. She'd been brought here to help heal their leader. The lecherous old man bit her neck, his tongue licked her, and every so often he'd feel a bit too liberal with his hands as he rubbed her waist and legs. At least Zosui didn't let her get completely molested this time, for after she was done, he sent Karin back to her quarters to eat and sleep. "You have work to do later," he told her. They'd arrived in the Land of Demons last night and would go deeper into the country to make some deals with them. No doubt she'd be a display of what the Hidden Grass had to offer. To show the blessings she could offer.

Her powers were more of a curse than a blessing. All those healing abilities, yet she couldn't heal the bite marks that she got after being drained. There were times when she thought she'd break free from this sentence she'd been given since she was a child. That she would make it out of this hell that her life had become. In the dead of the night, these thoughts would bloom. Though she never said them aloud. For even when she slept, they kept watch over her.

At least they didn't ruin her sleep.

Zosui had made it clear that the Village Healer was never to disturbed while resting. After all, Karin was of great value to him and given how the Hidden Grass was so good at negotiations, it only made sense that he'd keep her healthy. He didn't even let her keep weapons inside the room, should she fall in despair. What her kind captor didn't know was she had attempted it before, once. Her wrists were slashed with the hidden blade she kept in her glasses. Just as soon as the slits appeared, the blood dried and the wound closed just as fast. She hated her blood. Her lineage. Her red hair. Everything about her that screamed Uzumaki. A cursed name. All of them had died. She was the only one left.

She stared out of the window as black clouds gathered in the sky, but amidst them in the center, a red giant floated ominously. The news she'd heard about the blood moon was right. Full, bright and crimson, it looked like someone took her hair and turned into a giant light bulb. The 16 year old looked at the celestial body and remembered her mother. She'd told her as a child that there was a Goddess who lived on the moon, how she'd listen to prayers of children and granted their wishes. Karin told her mother so many times the Goddess didn't listen, that she'd prayed for them to leave the stupid village, but it didn't happen. That's when her mother told her they were Uzumaki, they were special, and their wishes would only be granted when the red moon appeared.

An Uzumaki Moon she called it, the kind woman.

She cried many nights, to countless full moons to bring her mother back. Later, Karin realized what her mother had told her: a children's tale. She had stopped being a child the moment Zosui started using her to heal Kusa's wounded, in some cases using the girl as a negotiating tool for certain lords.

After that every time she'd see a red moon she'd remember how trapped and helpless she was. Yet a part of her still wished it was true. Many times she wished she would die. Other times she wished her mother returned. Most of the times it was for freedom. None of that was happening anytime soon. With great contempt in her heart she touched her neck, the spot she'd been washing, she gripped it tightly. Her crimson eyes looked at the bloody moon with venom in her mind.

"I wish that pervert would die. I pray these stupid guards die. Zosui…I hope you die in the worst way." The wind knocked against her window a bit, the cool breeze which had been present all day had been getting sharper with each passing hour into the night. At least I'll get a good night's worth of sleep. With those words she faded into the dark and then…saw red.

Gasping loudly, Karin jumped up from her bed and breathed hard. Her Mind's Eye activated on its own, it saw something. Where did it come from? Why didn't I sense it before?! Red, outside the village. One, two, three, four, five of them. They were spiraling their way into the village. All of them had the same chakra, tons of it. She breathed hotly and sweat profusely at how much chakra she felt. She wasn't sure if she could call it chakra it all.

So big. It's too much! It's way too much! Dark, malevolent, and fast, they were inside the village already, spreading like wildfire. The villagers' chakra…it was disappearing. Some of them weakened, the others completely vanished. Her hands began to shake, her heart felt like it was trying to tear out of her chest. She rushed to the door and desperately banged her fists against it. "Open the door! We're under attack!" The doors opened quickly and the guards looked at her with surprise. Everything looked so hazy to her.

"The hell is wrong with you?"

"Intruders in the village, five of them!" She tried to make sense as her legs shook uncontrollably. They were getting closer, sweeping through the village as she felt more people disappearing. Some being stamped out. So quickly. "Zosui! You have to let him know! We need to leave!"

"Stop shouting at me, you bitch!" The guard seemed annoyed at her. "If this is one of your ruses to-" An explosion went off somewhere as the house shook to its very core. One of the guards rushed to the closest window. She couldn't breathe. Its here!

"Oi! What the hell is going on out there?!"

"Fire outside! Someone broke into the compound!" The guard gripped her hand as they rushed to Zosui's room, it was empty.

Karin desperately looked for his signal, he'd get her out of here. He needed her use. He'd take her out of here. Where is he?! The redhead closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. It became dark before it all turned red again. She felt something in her gut. A warmth grew inside her…or was it a void. She couldn't tell. It was getting hotter and hotter. Her mind could only focus on that absurd chakra.

Massive, towering and unending. What seemed like five to her previously now felt like one giant mass of chakra spread all over the village and well beyond it. As far as her Eye could gaze, all it saw was a world painted red. It's everywhere! The sound of something crashing caused her to see again. They were outside the guest house. A fire had broken out and noises of arms being taken up invaded the air. Orders were barked and the sounds of men screaming filled up the place around her.

"HEY! Where's the Lord Zosui?" The guard shook her! She couldn't sense him, the chakra around her was too overwhelming. "Listen closely, you bitch! If you don't answer me, I'll—WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" She turned her head and saw people rise out of the ground, the sound of earth cracking apart and stones shattering increased as they stood with swords and spears in hand. They tall and large, with red eyes and wore stone armor. In fact, they looked as if they were made out of stone. They walked forward slowly at first, then they began to run towards them, albeit not that fast.

"What the hell are those things?!" One of the guards kicked the soldier with full force, but it did not budge. The stone soldier grabbed the leg of the guard and crushed it. He screamed in pain as he kept hitting the soldier, but it would not let go. She watched in horror as the soldier raised its sword and brought it down on him. A clang resounded as the blade hit the ground, the guard split in two, his organs all over the ground along with half his body. The soldier threw the other half away as the rest of them marched forward.

Once again she was dragged away by the soldier through the courtyard. They were on the run. She witnessed the men who guarded the compound being killed, stabbed, maimed, ripped and torn by the stone soldiers who seemed invincible. For every one stone soldier that fell, 10 more guards would lose their lives. Their run came to a halt as they were running down the path of stairs leading into the main village. A single stone soldier stood there, a carnival of bodies surrounding it. In the stone soldier's hand was the familiar disgusting head of the village lord who licked her. The fist slowly closed as the head turned into mashed meat.

"Oi, girl," the guard beside her had unsheathed his tantō. "Lord Zosui was supposed to meet the village head. I don't see his body here, go and find him. Maybe he's in the village."

"W-W-What about you?"

"Get out of here before that thing comes to get us! I'm doing this for Lord Zosui! GO!" The guard ran towards the stone soldier who took the barrage of blows the guard gave him. Karin Uzumaki ran. She ran past the soldier, the bodies discarded like crushed hands, her feet stained with the blood running down the stairs. She was in the village's heart now, where the rest of the people lived. It was worse here. Everything was on fire. More stone soldiers roamed around, fighting against the forces this village had, she avoided the ones aiming for her with her speed. Screams of horror and anguish filled the air along with the swing of steel. She held her head and cried freely, running through the streets of this village. In between all this, she still felt the chakra looming over her.

It's watching me, she thought. She needed to hide from it. At the same time she wanted to see where it came from. It was hypnotizing. So much power, cruel power, but so much power…it called out to her. Her sense of chakra was overloading. The Uzumaki needed to calm down. She saw a house, it was nothing special, it looked broken, but there were no guards around it. Bracing herself she went inside and desperately looked for places to hide, up the stairs she went and was about to rush into the room when she realized the door was half open.

There were noises coming from the inside. Grunts, pants, moans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her shaky hands covered her mouth as she realized what was happening. Things like these were common during an invasion or attack. Spoils of war they were called. The woman screamed, loudly, before her panting was the only noise remaining. Karin heard what felt like the sound of wind in the room, a chuckle followed it.

"Well, well, well, that's interesting."

She felt a chill run down her spine before she heard the wind whisper again. She dared not to look inside despite the silence. But she couldn't leave either. Bringing out the blade hidden in her frames, she opened the door to find no people in there. However, she found something else on the floor. White, thick and creamy, pools of jizz laid here and there and the smell of it was overwhelming. She felt hot again, inside. Since she gazed into the chakra with her Mind's Eye, something inside her was thrashing about. Her senses were not normal, they were disheveled. The raging fires outside did not help to calm her down. She needed time to recover from this, to get out of here.

But how? Once more, she gazed out the window, carefully this time.

The blood moon looked down on her with indifference. Fires raged, bodies fell and…Zosui. She found him. He could barely walk now, he was bloodied all over and finally fell on the ground. Stone soldiers surrounded him on all sides as he looked at them. Zosui, the man who ruined her life, the one who made her mother heal and heal and heal and heal until she could no longer go on, cried. He was on his knees, his face in the dirt.

"Please!" She heard him wail in between the hell that was outside. Anger brew up in her. "Please let me go!" Her mother had said the same words to him, so many times. "I beg you!" She'd said those words when he forced her to heal all those people, on the brink of chakra exhaustion.

"Take a look around you, whatever the fuck your name is. Does it look like I'm in mood for sparing? You can do better than that." It was the same voice. The one she'd heard in the room. Karin wanted to run, yet at the same time her gaze was transfixed. The chakra she'd felt…it was him. It coalesced around him, radiating outwards. There was no doubt about it. She witnessed as all the stone soldiers stepped aside, a man walked in between the gap. He stood in front of Zosui. All she could draw out was his…red hair. "Come on now. I'm talking to you. The least you could do is look me in the eye. OR maybe I should get my…slaves? I'll go with slaves. Look me in the eye before my slaves turn you into a skewered pig."

Zosui looked up and she could still hear his whimpers. "Please! I beg you! Let me live!"

"Why the hell would I do that? I killed everybody in this village, well except the finer women and the young children. I need them for something. Hmmm." The man looked around.

"I have a woman! Here with me! In the village! She's an Uzumaki! I could give her to you!" Karin's heart sank deep into her chest as she heard the man laugh.

"INTERESTING! Where is she?"

"…I do not know! Perhaps she's in the village leader's compound. I can go and-"

"Not gonna happen. I burned that place to the ground. No woman there. Well, no women there actually. Not anymore."

"Please I can help you find her!"

"Well when you put it that way, all I can say is," she watched as he extended his hand towards Zosui, he grabbed it and stood up, "no." In the blink of an eye she watched as Zosui's entire body started to shake. Smoke started to come off of his body as he screamed, hot steam rushed out of his body, his skin peeled off, his flesh melted and his bones were dissolved.

"Well at least he made me a good offer. Right, Karin?" He snapped his head towards her and she saw it: two different eyes looking at her. His face clear as the vicious grin grew wider. Karin turned to run and saw he was already there.

She swung her hand and he caught it. Then she realized she was not in the room anymore. They were in a large open courtyard. A giant white tree was behind him with hundreds of branches as cocoon like shapes hung from it. He still held her hand and took the blade away from her. "That was a rather nasty thing you tried to do to me. Uzumaki don't kill other Uzumaki, Karin."

She yanked her hand free and turned to run, but stopped on sight. All around her, so many more of his clones were present, each of them with women. All naked and fornicating like there was no tomorrow. Dozens of them burying their members into every hole the women had. She felt him grab her shoulder, forcing her around to look into those eyes. Then something felt…odd. It was that hotness she'd been feeling.

It rose to pitch fever as dizziness peaked, and she fell on her knees. She missed a beat, but it wasn't her heart. Her nipples stiffened and between her legs a warmth grew, making her panties moist and sticky.

"Damn, girl. I just gave you a little dose. Didn't know my chakra would be so potent for you. Oh right, I forgot. You're an ultra sensor."

"Who…" she breathed out, "are you?"

"Me?" She felt his finger under her chin as felt another rush inside her. She couldn't control herself anymore. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki."

He claimed her lips afterwards. Uzumaki. Her clothing was undone. Uzumaki. Everything around her seemed to fade into black before she could see again. Her head tilted back as pleasure rippled through her body. Uzumaki. Her teeth clenched down on her lower lip as she started rapidly bouncing in place, raising her hips to leave her cunt empty and void of dick before slamming herself back down and impaling her quivering pussy on this wonderful cock. Then another one filled her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down while slamming her hips against the one already inside her. Uzumaki. Her mind, her body, her everything…everything felt so good!

"Please don't stop!"

She remembered shouting that at one point. Every nerve in her body was on fire. Part of her felt as if she was in a dream. It was so fantastic, what she felt. Her mouth was clamped around the member as a blissful moan rumbled her in throat. The rough way her mouth was being fucked lit something up greater inside her. Karin gagged on the cock as before dropping her hips down and impaling herself on two dicks. Uzumaki.

She screamed into the cock as both her holes were stuffed. A large dick immediately pumping back and forth in and out of her pussy while another of the same size throbbed against her anal walls. Her ass and pussy tightened with each passing moment wanting to drain out every bit of cum she could milk out of them. They were stretching her beyond measure, she was ruined, she loved it. Uzumaki.

The one below her squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples red, the one behind her grabbed a handful of her soft ass before spanking it over and over again, the one who fucked her throat repeatedly slammed his hips against her face. Every thrust was like heaven to her. On and on it went, her muffled shouts of ecstasy came as she experienced the joy over and over until they paid her back. Uzumaki.

The cock in her mouth erupted and flooded her throat with cum. All of this threw her over the edge of her orgasm, causing her to throw her head back and scream at the top of her lungs, jizz drooled out as rope after rope of cum splattered along her cheeks and covered her face and breasts, her pussy felt the cock throb inside her filling her up with spunk before the man dragged it out and sprayer all over her thighs and stomach. Her ass too, filled to the brim as she finally felt her rear end hole finally being given a change to breathe, white, sticky semen oozing out of her gape. She looked at them, the man and his clones, the latter two went away while he stood in front of her. He was so strongly built, his body chiseled to perfection, his mismatched eyes enthralled her, the devilish grin made her weak, and of course the large member that hung, coated with his seed. Uzumaki.

"Let me clean you~" Karin muttered as she smiled and crawled on all fours. She was so tired, she grabbed a hold of his legs as she tried to reach upwards to take every bit of the spunk she loved to taste. That's when she saw him…smile.

Well that's the end of that chapter. If this Yami Naruto unsettles you and makes you want to punch him in the face, well I'm doing a good job then. By no means is he a good person, as I've made it clear, he'll just have his own way of going about things in this fic. As for why Karin acted this way, don't forget her sense of chakra is different from others. Sasuke's chakra was one of the things that aroused, I can only imagine what godlike chakra that Yami-boy here has can do to her, not to mention as we've seen he's not above manipulating sexual sensitivity. Well, that's it from the King today. Hope you liked the fucking chapter. Review, wank etc my fellow wank pheasants. This is Le King Wanker, King of Wankety Wanks, fucking off.