Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Villages ❯ Kuroudo's story. ( Chapter 3 )

“The most dangerous monster is not the one who hides in the caves with a disfigured body but it is the one who hides undetected amongst a crowd of people. That is the true beast of darkness that is a monster worth fearing.” –Shido Inuzakari, 1st Inukage of Paradiseo and its founding father


Koga watched as Miho and the others left the restaurant. Koga was an S-ranked criminal from Paradiseo who'd just joined the Akatsuki because they needed an expert in demons from his home island. Few are more expert than he, at age 27 he is Miho's older brother although she didn't know it. He wore black camouflage-fatigues, a plain black tee-shirt, a black zip-up hoody over it (he leaves it unzipped), and black fingerless gloves. His headband he wore as a necklace, and he wore a green-camouflage fatigue hat, his long black hair was messy and unkempt, his eyes were a penetrating amber color. His job was to determine whether or not Miho's demon could be extracted, it could but he was going to report that it could not, to protect his baby sister, he'd watched her from the shadows ever since he'd left her on the Inukage's door step 17 years ago; he. Koga knew that Kankuro and Shikamaru had left earlier and the annoying-color blind ninja had also left.

Miho moved closer to Gaara, “Do you know what today is?”

“Thursday, May 4 why?” Gaara gave her a cold stare.

“It's also my birthday today, I'm 17!” Miho hugged him, she hugged Gaara.

Temari nearly had a heart attack, SHE HUGGED GAARA!!!!!!!!!!! Gaara let no one touch him, no one.

Kuroudo smiled, Miho you crazy virgin you.

Gaara was shocked; she wasn't trying to hurt him she seemed happy in his arms, smiling and laughing, completely different from before. “What do you… why are you…?”

“What you're a virgin too?” Miho smiled again

“What's it matter? But yes.” Gaara hugged her back, didn't know why.

“Can I have you for my birthday?” Miho laughed as she kissed him, Miho behaved more like an animal, and she saw nothing wrong with having sex with someone she'd only known a few hours.

SHE KISSED GAARA!!! Temari felt like her head was going to explode.

“Gaara, she wants you to have sex with her. She likes you, very much.” Momoko said with a drawl, she was being carried by Temari; she'd had far too much rum with her meal, Temari had `snuck' quite a bit of vodka from Kuroudo-sama and was feeling fairly light headed, and slightly disappointed that Momoko had clonked out on her…

“Sorry to interrupt but can you two make it back to the hotel before you get to the no pants dance part?” Kuroudo said dully as he chuckled. Amazingly they were all staying at the same hotel.


At a bar on the other end of town Yoh offered Neji another glass of sake, they'd been out drinking all day and were extremely drunk, they were just going to sleep at the bar, as neither could walk to the door. Also passed out was the elite Jonin of Paradiseo, Yokai Angst. Neji gratefully gulped down the sake and fell asleep, Yoh followed.

At the hotel Temari set Momoko down on the bed and sat down next to her, her back hurt, Momoko was heavier than she looked.

“Hey Temari you can just sleep here if you like.” Kuroudo said as he noticed how much she was rubbing her shoulder, “I can work that out for you if ya like.”

“Sure, I'm tired.” Temari said as she stretched, trying to unknot her back.

“And drunk, can't have you stumbling into someone else's room, funny though it may be. You don't mind if I get comfortable do you?” Kuroudo said, and Temari nodded in agreement. She watched as he started to take off the bandages, revealing his many scars on his arms, then he slid off his gloves.

“What?” Temari said involuntarily when she saw his ungloved hands; on the top and palm of both was a large inverted cross-like scar.

“Baby, if you want to see some real scars let me take off my shirt.” Kuroudo said with a slight grin as he slid his vest and t-shirt off. When Temari got a good look she gasped and stared in awe. The torso of Kuroudo Inutoriki was a road map of pain, on his back he had a full-color tattoo that covered his entire back of a red fox charging down a hill with a severed human head clenched in its jaws and the kanjis for “aku soku san” depicted above it. His chest was a mash of scars, the worst of which went from his left shoulder down to his belt; at least an inch deep when it was fresh, with another just like it intersecting vertically from near his right armpit, his right shoulder had a circular scar the size of a large fist, there were many other scars but those were the worst.

“I got most of these trying to save my friends, I regret getting none of them, and I saved many by using myself as a shield. That blond-haired pudgy cat-lover sleeping behind you is one of them.” Kuroudo said dully as he took off his dog-collar, to reveal two scars on his jugular veins, “Temari if you want to be a Chunin, remember my scars, this is the price your men will pay for any mistakes, always chose the plan that under the circumstances saves the most lives. I've endured more suffering then you can imagine in my violent life.”

“How are you, not dead?” Temari gulped instinctively but she let her curiosity get the better of her.

“I'm an `experiment' devised by my father, a combination of the two strongest blood line traits available to him at the time. I was born a monster that stole my mother's life in order to enter this world.” Kuroudo said tore off his head band to reveal his left eye, “Behold; the Ryugan, blood line trait of the Inutoriki clan!”

The pupil of his left eye was a cat-like slit, the iris itself was dark green, four tomoes line the outside, in the middle of his iris was an oriental dragon circled around biting its tail colored a dark black, the design quickly faded away and the eye was just the dark green color.

“What the?” Temari said nervously, she’d had never seen such an eye before, but if she had to guess it was probably a mutation of the sharingan eye.

“It allows me to copy my opponent's moves, but more importantly it automatically channels my charka, eliminating the need for hand signs. I keep it covered because I don't have my glasses with me and my vision is failing, I just see better with just one eye open most times.” Kuroudo swallowed and continued speaking, “My other blood line trait is said to date far back, to the legendary Red Fox Demon Lord Kazuki Kitsune; although those are just legends… The blood weapon jutsu, my blood becomes my weapon.”

Kuroudo smiled and produced four scalpels in his right hand. Temari’s eyes widened at the little trick. Kuroudo had an aura of terror that seemed to surround him at all times, it was hard to feel easy in his presence; it was like there was some dark force that stalked him. Perhaps it was the souls of those he’d killed, haunting him in their deaths.

“You're like Gaara!” Temari nervously said; her legs felt weak with fear. She knew that the man who stood in front of her was a monster; a twisted relic of war.

“Story time aint over yet, come on you've nothing to fear from me, I never harm an ally.” Kuroudo said calmly as he flicked his wrist and the scalpels disappeared.

“Sorry.” Temari said as she felt the fear leave her body; it was weird, Kuroudo seemed to be both frightening and yet so kind all at once.

“It's okay. Ten years ago when I was eight my father took me to watch him punish a man for disobeying the law, my father was the 12th Inukage. He killed his man, Juubei Kentoko in front of his daughter Momoko. Something snapped in my dad, you see he'd gotten close to Mai, my mother over those nine months. And he hated me from the moment I entered this world. That night he tried to kill me.” Kuroudo said as he slumped onto the couch.

“What happened?” Temari said as she sat next to him, the story he was telling was raging sadness throughout his body, but his expression hadn't changed. His eyes did though; it was like looking into a clear lake's depths, an empty void.

“You're the second person I've shared my story with, Temari. I first felt him punch me in my right shoulder. The blood pooled out and I screamed for my mother because it was wet and warm and coming out of my shoulder and I was in pain. My dad yelled at me to shut up and that I had killed my mother already but I would see her shortly.” Kuroudo said dully as he continued to look absently at the ceiling.

“My back is sore from carrying your girlfriend, she's a little tubbier then she looks.” Temari said as she took out her hair ties and turned her back to Kuroudo, and he calmly started to rub her shoulders.

“My mind went into a blind rage, I killed my father. I jammed a scalpel into his heart; strange how life works isn't it? The only thing I ever had of my mother's is her diary, she expressed that she wanted me to live, so I could not let my father kill me. I burned the house down, because I have a flare for the dramatic and fled into the mountains where I lived of the land, which in Paradiseo isn't easy. My Uncle wanted revenge for his brother's death so he kept sending assassins after me. Soon I began to believe killing others was the reason for my existence, I killed and killed and I felt empty with each dead body the feeling grew.”

“Then what Kuroudo-sama?” Temari noticed he was great at back rubs, she felt relaxed…calm. He stopped the rubbing and placed his arms on Temari's shoulders, showing her his hands, he continued speaking.

“With these same hands that are soothing your aches I've robbed so many of their lives. Then one day I saw an old man getting beat up by some bandits and I thought `that's not right the poor guy is like 100 years old and can't even defend himself'. Then I found my answer, my reason for existence.” Kuroudo smiled as if remembering an old joke, Kuroudo resumed Temari's back rub.

“To kill old people?” Temari let her dress top slide down a little, she felt so good with him… soothing her. He's so gentle with those hands, their brutal appearance masks just how they really are. Just as the scared body masks his true nature…

“No, silly! To protect those who need my strength, I killed the bandits and carried the old man to the hospital. When he thanked me, the void started to fill for the first time I truly smiled. Lord Saito took me in as he is the 13th Inukage and possibly the strongest one ever. That's my story of youth I entered the academy at age 14 graduated at 15, joined cell 13 with Momoko and Miho. Served in the three-year war until three months ago when we claimed victory, now I'm here to become a Chunin so I can afford a wedding for me and Momoko.” Kuroudo noticed Temari was starting to strip; he had that effect on women.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?” Momoko was awake, but she didn't look too angry.

“Nothing!” Temari was a little too quick with that one.

“Well no one is stealing my Kuroudo from me but I am willing to share, so long as I can share you to, Temari-chan!” Momoko said cheerfully as she smiled and kissed Temari.

“Should've told ya that Momoko is bi…” Kuroudo said as he watched Temari gave in and let Momoko lead her to the bed, still kissing. Temari eagerly started to feel around Momoko's breasts and belly, especially her belly. Momoko smiled and stared to help Temari get her clothes off.

“You're so thin, Temari-chan!” Momoko said as she squeezed Temari's breasts and rubbed at her flat stomach, “Don't you ever eat, you poor little thing?”

“Oh, we can fix that later darling; we'll just have fun now.” Temari smiled and kissed Momoko, putting her tongue to work in the shorter girl’s mouth.

“Birds of a feather you two are.” Kuroudo stretched and joined the two girls for one hell of a fun night.

-CENSORED DUE TO NEED TO KEEP FAMILY FRIENDLY-

“Well three of them are occupied.” Goji said as he walked toward the hotel, to hell with Koga's opinion, they were gonna extract the Beowulf; he would do it for the Akatsuki. He’d been working with Koga on and off for about two and half years and he still treaded a thin line between life and death; Koga had what was known as a ‘hair trigger’ and being that the man was already a poster child for mental institutions it wasn’t an easy thing to work with the lunatic.

“And where are you going?” Saito said calmly as he stepped into view; Tsunade was behind him, time to show his power to the main land.

“I'll kill you!” Goji screamed as he threw a handful of kunai knives at Saito; they bounced off something 15 meters away from his body.

“There is a reason why I've only had one blow landed on me in 38 years.” Saito said coldly as he uncrossed his arms, S-ranked criminal my ass, he's dead he just doesn't know it yet.

“No!” Goji screamed as he prepared to run. “This isn’t possible!”

“That's right, the hidden hand.” Saito said as he studied Goji; His S-rank probably comes more from his association with Koga than his actual skill at being a badass. He’s got little actual skill, I’d rank him at maybe a cadet as far as his skills go. “My body is surrounded by a massive impenetrable sphere of chakra that in its bubble from stretches 15 meters and completely protects me.”

Goji ran forward, he will break this, he knew it.

“Moron.” Saito said as he lifted his hand up and held it open at Goji; Saito could use his chakra just like Gaara could with his sand, only chakra isn't visible. “Now die.”

“What!” Goji shrieked as Saito's chakra formed into a massive hand and completely grabbed him. Goji could feel the life being crushed out of him slowly and he could hear his bones breaking as the hand tightened around him.

“The Hidden Hand, Grip of the Phantom.” Saito said calmly as he closed his hand into a fist; the chakra hand did the same, liquefying Goji. “Game over.”

“Wow, I've never heard of a technique that uses actual chakra itself as a weapon.” Tsunade saw why such a man was a kage (K/F note: the over five excepted Saito's keeping the name `kage' due to the size of his nation, area wise it is larger than Konoha.)

To be continued

Hello reader it’s me, the author! I can't believe I'm on chapter 3 already! I cut out Temari's lemon due to the fact that other people use my computer (I’m just too lazy to write them bitches!). Please review, insult me if you like, I don't mind!

-Kazuki Ferret