Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Artifice ❯ Bestiality ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N: I’m utterly and totally surprised with how quickly I updated this. In fact, I wrote this entire chapter in one single sitting. Everyone inspired me so much in their reviews, so this chapter is wholly because of and dedicated to all of you, readers and reviewers. Unfortunately, there seems to be an error with ff.net’s review alerts, and I might not have been able to read your review just yet, so if you had a pertinent question and you don’t see an answer, I apologize.

As I said, the last chapter’s reviews made me feel just wonderful. You people really made my day, so please please please review~!

Blanket Disclaimer: Naruto and all characters contained there within belong to Kishimoto. I do, however, take sole responsibility of this plot.

Without Iruka standing beside him, Naruto felt a cool sensation in the bottom of his stomach, like a dark pit. He’d only done this about a dozen times before, but he remembered each event-or as much as possible, at least- in vivid color.

As soon as the door was fully opened, a slender hand reached out to grab his own. Tsunade. For that he was extremely glad; without her Orochimaru was rampant to do as he pleased.

“This way, Naruto.” She said briskly. For all outward appearances she treated him with the same cold detachment as everyone else. That was when they were in plain view. Alone, she was actually quite sweet with him. It was because of those instances that he never took offence when she treated him this way. Nevertheless, he was grateful for the gentle squeeze she gave his hand.

The busty woman led him to the middle of a large square room, blaring with bright white lights. There, innocent enough, was a metal chair inside a glass box, a few small holes decorating the ceiling. Surrounding that and lining the walls were various machines of generally minimal importance to him. They beeped and whizzed, dully listing off statistics in their bright text. The wall facing the chair wasn’t a wall at all. In fact, it was just a gigantic viewing window made of what he was sure triple or more insulated bullet-proof, shatter-proof glass; the same as the box enclosing the chair. There were cameras in all the corners and aside from Tsunade, two inconsequential scientists, all wearing the token lab-coats.

He was led toward the chair, a door opening in the plastic with a hiss, and directed to remove his shirt and take a seat while Tsunade moved behind him and out of eyesight. Once more half-nude, Naruto could feel himself start to shake and his heart beginning to thump madly. And, once an assistant had attached the small electrocardiogram receivers to his chest and neck, he could hear the muscle pounding also in a madding array of frequent bleeps.

Safety and precaution were always a big issue during these shows. Not for him, naturally, but for the employees and the ‘guests’. That was why there were inch-thick chains connected to manacles tethered to the floor. Another attendant promptly went about securing Naruto’s thin wrists and ankles in these, even clasping one about his neck-collar. The chains themselves were all of appropriate length, making it possible for him to sit in the chair. The same masked-man then heavily lifted each of Naruto’s limbs, carefully clasping them into restraints built into the chair. Lastly, a clear muzzle was tied around his face made of thick plastic bars.

As his mind wandered, as it was wont to do when he was under pressure, he snidely figured that the seat they were strapping him into must’ve cost a fortune. Every part of it was solid titanium.

Once throughly restrained, Naruto the perfect view into the room adjacent from his, spotting the half-a-dozen chairs -far more comfortable than his, he noted ruefully- lined up, ready for occupants. Though he didn’t see a door open, four people streamed into his sights, all taking their seats and watching him with those coldly detached eyes. Each set shone with an almost sadistic glee, and never before did he feel more like some sort of disgusting creature taken off the streets.

The first was a man; thick of stature and thicker of moustache. He was quite bald but didn’t seem to notice and combed what little hair was left over his scalp in a highly un-flattering manner.

Next was a harsh looking woman, her dark hair strictly knotted at the nape of her neck and deep lines set around her black eyes. She had a dull dress-suit on, her gnarled hands set primly atop her tightly crossed and hoed legs.

Following her was a slightly more youthful man, possibly in his thirties, with chestnut hair and an overall aura of richness surrounding him. He carried himself with a prideful strut and neatly aligned himself in his seat as though he owned the building.

Lastly was someone who made him shiver.

A short-ish man just a few years his senior, leaning lazily against the glass and staring at him with lively, jovial indigo eyes. He, like all others in his class, was wearing an outfit of black; dark slacks and a casual inky top, the top buttons left undone. Embroidered upon his right breast pocket was a deep-red cloud design. He shifted and his long hair once more fell before his left eye in a blonde curtain, the ponytail restraining the rest of the mass tumbling over his shoulder.

This was Deidara, one of the higher-ups of the Akatsuki. There was no love lost between them.

Simply put, there were ten real leaders in the company. How all of them had gotten their jobs, Naruto couldn’t be sure, but Deidara was one of them. Along with Tsunade and Orochimaru.

Actually, now that he thought about it, there were only nine in the group now.

Whereas most of the others were content to leave him be on the daily basis, Deidara was constantly seeking him out, occasionally wishing for nothing more than to infuriate the younger boy.

The door leading into his room was opened again, snapping him from his reverie as though cold water had been doused over his head.

In strolled, casual as can be, Orochimaru; wearing his own lab-coat as proudly as a kingly manteau, his pitch hair dancing over his narrow shoulders. At his heels was his puppy, Kabuto, constantly carrying a packet of papers of some sort, and today was no different; clutched to his chest like a lifeline was a bundle of documents

“Lady and gentlemen,” The tall man hissed, sounding breathy and frail, as someone who never spent enough time doing anything remotely physical would sound. “I pray you know why you’re here by now.” At this he flourished to the room behind him, that eerie voice being carried over through a microphone and speaker carefully hidden somewhere. “This is the future. And my superiors and I wish to personally invite you to take part.”

Amidst his deep breaths Naruto assumed Orochimaru stood in front of a mirror preparing speeches just like this, perfecting them and setting them to memory. It was a pity he was such a science fanatic. He would’ve made quite an actress.

“What you see before you is the highest in scientific technology bar none. No expense has been spared in creating the ultimate genetic research.” Oh, the visitors were eating this up. Deidara rolled his eyes skyward. A few buttons were pressed and the restraints on his body tightened considerably.

“Behind me,” he continued. “sits what is known as ‘Project Kyuubi’. He is seventeen years old and has been receiving transcriptional splicing treatments with pre-made mutated DNA samples from birth.” Perhaps Naruto would’ve been shocked to hear this had he not known already. “After various failed and...unsightly results, we have finally arrived at a near-perfect specimen. The only outwardly effects this process has taken on his body are three small facial-marks materializing. Quite extraordinary.”

Orochimaru moved silently to a draw, procuring from within a large scalpel. He took his sweet time to glide into the cage with Naruto before once more addressing his viewers.

“In Kyuubi’s case, we managed to create a sort of ‘super-regenitive’ gene using the RNA of a fox. Simply put, we added a branch to produce more protein and, by proxy, speed up healing exponentially.”

To punctuate these words, pale hands brought the knife closer to his skin and all Naruto could do was stare ahead, watching the mildly interested faces of the three prospectors and the smug expression playing Deidara’s features.

Vaguely, almost distantly, Naruto felt the cold metal pierce his flesh deeply, perfectly marring his flawless skin. It wasn’t that he couldn’t feel pain, for he certainty could feel the tearing of every ligament, but there comes a time when you just get used to such things.

The stained blade made it’s way down his chest; an even, straight line one foot long, crying red. The gash was deep enough to release a sickening amount of blood which neatly flowed down the wound, pooling at, and certainly destroying, his pants.

“You witness this,” Orochimaru breathed. “a wound deep enough to incapacitate most. Now watch as, without prompting, it rights itself.”

Still impassive, Naruto continued staring stoicly ahead as his cells reformed below, healing in a rapid path and leaving nothing but a lingering trace of blood.

“That was the original goal of our studies. To allow rejuvenation. Imagine our delight when we realized we’d discovered much, much more. For instance...”

The knife was brought to his skin again, and as his eyes began to water slightly from lack of blinking, Naruto couldn’t help but wonder how pointless it was for him to have gotten his sun-treatment at all. This time, rather than puncture smooth skin of his abdomen, Orochimaru took care to tenderly slice at the jugular vein jutting from his neck.
More than the last cut, this one created a sting along his spine, following down to his arm for a brief flash. There was an immediate numbing sensation as he could see, despite looking forward, the blood -so dark it was almost black- pour continually from new orifice in torrents. Though it took a bit longer, this too closed itself up; new skin forming and stemming the crimson liquid’s flow, the red haze before his eyes lifting as though it was never there to begin with.

“As you can see, even mortal injuries are hardly an issue for Kyuubi’s makeup. After exploring the options of paths we could take with this we decided on creating every nation’s dream. May I present to you the ultimate soldier. Imagine something like him in a war! He’d be all but indestructible. To that end, we’ve gone so far as to even adjust the fox’s genes once more. Observe.”

To Naruto’s great relief, Orochimaru left his cell, motioning for Tsunade to move in. The boy knew that Tsunade requested this job specially; if given to Orochimaru he would no doubt take great pleasure in tweaking things to catastrophic ends.

Lightly stepping into his confines, Tsunade spared him a tender look before leaning over and driving a large, thick needle into the median cubital vein, right at his elbow. She injected the syringe’s worth of red, thick fluid into his bloodstream and quickly backed off, the door closing and locking as she passed through the threshold.

Immediately Naruto could feel the difference. There was a loud buzzing of machines; the EKG sounding haywire.

Inside his head Naruto heard voices mumbling insistently. Some whispering, some yelling. He wished to take his hands and grasp his head, to yell and scream. They grew bolder and he began breathing erratically, his heart-beat thumping loudly in his own ears.

His hands grasped the arm-rests of the chair tightly, veins bulging. He swallowed thickly, feeling the change he so hated take flight.

First was the alteration of his hands; fingers lengthening , knuckles popping and readjusting, sinister claws forming from nails.

He snarled; an unconscious act of impulse, fangs scraping against the barrier the muzzle provided. Known but unseen to him, blue eyes bled red, pupil elongating to an animalistic display. The thin tattoos adorning his cheeks thickened and became feral.

His thoughts became unclear and muddled, and Naruto found it hard to recall just what was happening around him. All he was aware of were the constricting bindings pinning him down.

He growled and thrashed and raged. Knuckles turned white and blood trailed down his chin from where he’d bitten clear through his lower lip.

With a straining noise and a distinct pop the shackles and chains harnessing his arms and heads came undone, clattering uselessly to the floor. He next, grinning maliciously, reached down to make quick work of his leg cords.

“And you see, my friends, the dawning of a new day. With this power and technology the very world could be in our grasp. What you’re now seeing is enough sedation gas to expire three adult elephants...”

A small hole had opened in the floor beside the ravaging Naruto and was pouring out a pink gas. The boy breathed deeply and abruptly dropped his attempts at escape, collapsing in a heap on the floor, feet still awkwardly attached to the chair.

He got one last look at the undiluted horror in the patrons’ eyes before the world went black and he saw no more.


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When Naruto awoke it was with a large, pounding headache, one felt through the whole body and epicentering right at the temples. His extremities were quite sore and he hoped with all his might that he did not do something he would later regret during one of his lapses in memory.

He didn’t quite feel like it, but he knew he needed to open his eyes sooner or later, particularly to find out the time.

There was a bright light filtering in from outside his eyelids, which puzzled him. His room was never this bright...which must mean he was still being exhibited.

He sat up with a start, panting and looking around him wildy.

“Relax” A lazy voice drawled from above him. “It’s just you and me here.”

Trying to calm his racing heart, Naruto looked up and saw Tsunade’s pale face watching him. Her manicured hands were weaving themselves through his hair in a soothing manner, almost subconsciously.

His head in her lap, they were both sitting on a bed of grass, surrounded by lovely flowers of impossible beauty. He gazed his azure eyes over his form, taking note of his new clothes and clean appearance and -this thought gave him a smile- his bare feet.

They were in his favorite room in the compound, ranked higher even than his own abode.

It was the Courtyard, and he was strictly forbidden from ever entering without Tsunade or another member of the ‘Ten’ escorting him. Tsunade was the only one who would take him here, what with how he enjoyed it.

It obviously wasn’t a room made for him to take pleasure in, more likely for the recreation of workers or, and this was far more likely, the success of another experiment.

Aptly named ‘Courtyard’, it was simply a large circular room; a cobblestone pathway leading from the doors to the middle where there was a decent sized fountain spewing water from a cherub’s lips. Surrounding the rest of this entire area were thousands of flowers, far more radiant than what real flowers ought to look like. They were in every shade of the rainbow, perfectly spaced and each petal shining like a sun. They were perfect.

They were fake.

Sure, the flowers were alive, but it was a sustained life. They didn’t feed off of sunlight, and only the tiniest amount of water was needed for their success. Rather, large rows of lamp-light glowed benignly down on them from above, a weak replacement for natural rays.

There was not a single camera to be seen in this room; no one watching, no one listening.

“Things went well.” The woman said, now gazing serenely at the surroundings. “The company seems very interested in investing, which understandably has everyone busy right now. Making negotiations, preparations, the like.”

Yet she was still there, with him.

“After you fell asleep I was allowed to escort you out. I got you cleaned up and took you here. That was a few hours ago.”

It hurt to speak, but he forced the words out anyway. “I didn’t...I didn’t hurt anyone, did I?”

Brows furrowed, she froze. After uttering a small sigh, she replied. “No, no you didn’t.”

That was a relief, then. There had been quite a few injures from his behalf, both before and after Iruka. Injuries, causalities. He wasn’t often told of the details, though.

“Naruto,” she whispered brokenly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes widened when he felt a drop of water splatter on his forehead. Followed by another, and another. Tsunade was crying...?

“Please! Can you ever forgive me?!”

Shifting uncomfortably, he sat up and tentatively placed his arms around her, feeling her go slack with shock.
“I don’t blame you, Tsunade. You know that.” He felt he should, and he even wanted to, but Naruto couldn’t bring any tears to his own orbs.

The pigtailed woman wasn’t satisfied with this answer. “No! How can you be so placid about this?! How can you not hate me?! You have every right and reason to...”

Naruto, for his part, didn’t quite know how to answer this, so he settled for hugging her to him tighter. Was this what it felt like to have a mother...?

“I...I want you to be free, Naruto. I want it so badly.”

This murmured statement, full of insinuation, caused his eyes to widen.

“I’ve been thinking,” She mumbled into his shirt. “I’ll help you to escape. It won’t be easy, but I think you could pull it off...”

Could he really? He’d grown so used to life like this...it was all he knew. The outside world...all he understood of it was that which he had either heard second-hand or read in a book...should he be terrified? No, it wasn’t terror he was feeling. It was excitement. His skin was pulsing with it, breath hitched in his lungs.

“Listen. They can’t hear us here, so this will need to be quick.” Tsunade pulled back, brown souls searching blue. “Tomorrow, at nine p.m. I’ll manage to get the power turned off. That will be the easy part. At precisely that time, you’ll need to be in elevator 7-B going up, in between every five floors is an emergency exit shaft. You’ll only have about two minutes before the backup generators kick-in, so you’ll need to knock out your guard and leave through the elevator hatch, taking off through one of those shafts. It’ll be dark out by then, so you can use that to cover your ground.”

She said this so breathlessly, so imploringly, that Naruto felt there could be no flaw in her plan.

“Here,” His tutor passed him a small slip of paper and some bills, which, due to lack of pocket, he carefully tucked into the waistband of his pants. “On that is the address of a...an associate of mine. I haven’t been able to give him word yet, but I am positive he’ll allow you to stay with you for a time. There is a reasonable amount of money there also, should things go awry. I’ll find you within ten days. Be ready.”

She stood up, taking him with her, and stalked off to the exit, as though their previous conversation hadn’t just happened. If it wasn’t for the minute itch of paper irritating his skin, he wouldn’t’ve believed it had either.

No more words were exchanged between them that night, he was dropped off at his room where he comfortably settled himself in bed, unable to think of anything but what the sky looked like, and if buildings really rose as high as books said, and, dare he think it, of other people his age. People who wouldn’t know what he was, who wouldn’t treat him any differently.
When he finally fell asleep some hours later, it was with nothing short of an ear-splitting grin on his face.

‘Everything begins tomorrow.’


Post Note: Aha. Another chapter down! Yes, yes. I miss Sakura also, BUT! I assure she’ll be around very shortly. While I like this chapter, I hope I portrayed Naruto as vicious enough when in his enraged form...he is still a human in a totally human world, so I couldn’t realistically have him sprouting tails and creating tsunamis and whatnot...I’ll delve more into it in the story, I think. And yes, for those wondering; Artifice takes place in what could be roughly modern, perhaps a bit futuristic, times in some un-named country. Just to be generic. So no ninja here, sorry. XP.

It was my first time every writing Deidara in any story! He’s so cute and cuddly~! There was some back-explanation of the Akatsuki in general, and I assume that most people should catch on to the gist of it by now.

Please review to implore me to put out another speedy update~! :)

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