Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Mended Hearts ❯ Turmoil Part 2 ( Chapter 10 )

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I wish I did, but I don't.

 

Summary: AU Naruto hides many secrets from Konohagakure no Sato. As time continues, Naruto's precious people learn the hard way that many secrets are best left untouched, and that Naruto is not at all what they believed.

 

A/N: Most mistakes have been corrected, and the previous chapters of the story have been rewritten. Any similarities were unintentional and I apologize for any problems caused. The problem has been rectified. Thank you to everyone involved, and the readers/reviewers who drew my attention to the initial problem.

 

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Kabuto dodged and lashed out with a kick, which the Hunter blocked with his forearm. Zeiguwa grabbed Kabuto's wrist as he pulled his arm back and tossed the Otonin over his shoulder and slammed him into the ground. The Hunter flipped the Oto-nin onto his stomach and grabbed his free arms. Zeiguwa pulled the Oto-nin's arms harshly and pressed a knee into Kabuto's back, steadily increasing the pressure on the Oto-nin's arms. Kabuto screamed in pain and rage when with several sickening cracks, his arms dislocated from his shoulders. Zeiguwa did not hesitate and unsheathed one of his kodachi and slammed it into the nin's chest. The body melted into a mud clone, and Zeiguwa vaulted to the side as Kabuto slammed a chakra enhanced foot into the spot where his head had been.

 

The Hunter smirked behind his mask. The kick would have broken his neck if it had connected. The two shinobe flung themselves at each other, their hands and feet a blur of movement as they threw punches, kicks, and slashed and stabbed at one another with kunai. The two flashed apart and Kabuto flung a fistful of senbon at the Hunter, who responded with his own barrage of shuriken. The Hunter swiftly gripped the handle of the kunai in his teeth and pulled the nin-wire from his hair. He wrapped it around Kabuto's neck and pulled, tossing the Oto-nin toward him. He flipped backwards onto his hands and kicked the Oto-nin in the face as he slammed his feet into Kabuto's face. Zeiguwa pushed off the ground with his hands, flipping in the air. He gave the Oto-nin a viscious uppercut and in the stomach.

 

Kabuto flipped in the air, lessening the impact and brought a leg down. Zeiguwa crossed his arms over his head, blocking the kick and lashed out with a kick of his own, forcing the two nin apart with Kabuto flying toward a wall, and Zeiguwa toward the ground. The Hunter channeled chakra to his legs and pushed off the floor as soon as he landed. Kabuto pushed off the wall, and the two met in midair, exchanging blows.

 

The two nin threw themselves back and apart, breathing heavily and bleeding from the minor wounds they had managed to inflict. Slowly, before each other's eyes, the wounds began to close and heal.

 

The two shinobe flew at one another once more. Kabuto threw a punch which was parried by Zeiguwa who responded by lashing out with a kick that connected with the Oto-nin's stomach and sent him stumbling backwards. Zeiguwa leapt forward, planting his hands on the floor. His legs came up and locked around Kabuto's neck, and with a lithe twist of his body, slammed the Oto-nin into the floor while simultaneously breaking his neck. Zeiguwa flipped back to his feet and spat the kunai out into his hand and slammed it into Kabuto's heart. When the corpse did not turn into a log or go up in a puff of chakra smoke, Zeiguwa nodded in satisfaction and pulled out a scroll and smeared his blood over a small portion. His equipment for the disposal of corpses appeared in a puff of smoke.

 

Five minutes and several vials of chemicals later, there was no sign in the cell of the battle that had just taken place.

 

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Orochimaru rolled his eyes as the two Hunter-nin forced themselves to their feet.

 

Tora clutched a kunai tightly in her left hand while her right hand clutched a heavily bleeding wound in her side. Kurohyou's mask had been broken, and the pieces were scattered throughout the room. He had drawn his katana and was using it as a crutch to stay upright. Hagetake was unconscious on the floor behind them, his left arm bent at a strange angle, a bone in his leg protruded from his flesh, and his numerous wounds were bleeding sluggishly.

 

Kurohyou straightened his back and turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his katana. With a cry he raised the blade over his head and rushed the Sannin. Orochimaru sidestepped the downward slash and he lashed out with a kick aimed at the Hunter's ribs. The Hunter leapt up, flipped, and flicked the tip of the blade at the Sannin, intending to drive the blade into his throat. Orochimaru parried the blade with a kunai and blurred and reappeared behind the Hunter. He brought his leg in a downward kick which connected with Kurohyou's shoulder and drove him into the floor.

 

The Hunter let out a pained gasp when he heard several ribs break, and his katana went clattering across the floor. He pushed himself up onto all fours, then collapsed, falling into oblivion…

 

Tora darted forward and slashed at the Sannin, and Orochimaru dodged the Huntress's furious onslaught. She pivoted on her left leg, lifting her right, curling it, and lashing out in a kick aimed for the Sannin's throat. Orochimaru caught her leg and twisted. Tora leapt into the air, spinning to prevent her leg from breaking, bringing up her left leg in a furious kick aimed at the Sannin's face. Orochimaru leaned back and punched her in the stomach and pivoted and kicked Tora into a nearby wall.

 

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Zeiguwa pushed his tired and aching body as hard as he could, racing toward the top of the tower. If Kabuto had been expecting them, then so was Orochimaru. He knew for a fact that three Hunters against as Sannin of Orochimaru's caliber was suicide. The Kyuubi being able to fight without holding back might allow him to hold his own for a while. He could only hope that he would arrive before the others were killed…

 

As he approached the upper levels of the Otokage Tower, he slowed slightly and sniffed at the air. He smelled... blood and… snakes?

 

Orochimaru!

 

He broke into a run.

 

Shit! Of all people for us to run into it had to be Orochimaru! Let me get there in time, please…

 

Zeiguwa rounded a corner in time to see a door at the other end of the hall burst off its hinges with an enormous fire dragon soaring out, courtesy of a Katon: Karyuu Endan. His eyes widened behind his mask and he leapt around the corner, and the dragon slammed into the wall. He hit the ground hard and threw his hands over his head and curled up into a ball to avoid the flying shards of brick, plaster, and wood. Once the storm of debris stopped, he leapt to his feet and darted toward the door.

 

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Tora fell onto one knee and coughed. She tilted her mask upward to reveal her lips, turned her head, and spat out a mouthful of blood. Quickly, her hands flashed through a series of seals.

 

“Katon: Karyuu Endan!” she called, and a dragon of fire roared from between her lips.

 

Orochimaru simply sidestepped the dragon which slammed through the door, demolishing it, and tore down the hallway, and smashed into the wall. Once the rain of debris and smoke cleared, a figure ran around the and down the hall toward the ruined doorway. Orochimaru stalked toward her, and Tora pulled out several shuriken and kunai, launching them at the Sannin. Orochimaru deflected the projectiles easily, and he reached out, grasped her neck, and lifted Tora into the air. The Huntress gasped and grabbed the sannin's wrist as her air supply was cut off. At that moment, the Hunter rushed into the room, and Tora recognized the painted porcelain mask instantly.

 

“Zeiguwa-kun!” she yelled, gasping as the Sannin's grip on her neck tightened. “Nigero! Hiyaku, nigero!”

 

“Yes, run away,” Orochimaru smiled, “Prey should always run when near a Hunter.”

 

“Then you had best run, Orochimaru,” Zeiguwa dropped into a fighting stance.

 

The Sannin frowned and tossed Tora aside and fell into a fighting stance. Zeiguwa watched out of the corner of his eyes as the Huntress hit the wall and collapsed in a heap on the floor, unconscious. He turned his attention back to the Sannin and tensed.

 

He spun around and blocked the kick aimed at his head and lashed out with a kick. Orochimaru caught the kick and launched Zeiguwa into the air. Zeiguwa pushed a burst of chakra out of a tenketsu point on his shoulders, flipped, and pushed off the ceiling, his fist trailing chakra. Orochimaru blocked and countered with an open handed strike at the neck. The Hunter countered and the two shinobe exchanged several strikes before leaping apart.

 

Zeiguwa studied the Sannin before him, his mind running through the hundreds of different possible ways to end the battle. The simplest one was to run and report the mission as failed and sacrifice the Sharingan as well as the three downed Hunters. A faint twinge from the seal between his shoulder blades discouraged any thought of abandoning his comrades.

 

Wait a minute… His eyes widened behind his mask. The Tenshi Fuuin! How could I have forgotten?

 

His train of thought was cut off when a jarring kick to his abdomen sent him flying. Zeiguwa flipped in the air and landed lightly on his feet.

 

“It's unwise to be distracted in battle, Zeiguwa-kun,” Orochimaru said silkily.

 

Zeiguwa said nothing and launched himself at the Sannin, his hands trailing chakra. The Sannin sidestepped and slammed a fist into his side, and Zeiguwa vanished in a puff of smoke. The Sannin tilted his head to avoid a punch and found himself trapped in a pyramid of red chakra.

 

“Ninpo: Jibaku Mandara no Jutsu,” Orochimaru smiled. “You must maintain that seal at all times, or the cage will break. Your movements have just been hindered.”

 

“Perhaps,” Zeiguwa emerged from the shadows, his hands shoved into his pockets.

 

The Sannin's eyes widened. “What?! How?”

 

Zeiguwa smiled as he began forming hand seals. The Sannin frowned and gathered his will and chakra, aiming to break the cage. Zeiguwa completed the tori seal and closed his eyes as angels wings of chakra sprouted from his shoulder blades.

 

“Tenshi Fuuin no Jutsu,” he murmured.

 

Chakra began to glow inside the tori seal and formed a six point star with a yin and yang symbol in the center. He pulled his hands apart, and the seal flew forward and slammed into Orochimaru's chest. The Sannin roared in pain and anger as the translucent image of chains wrapped around him and sank into his body. Zeiguwa smiled in satisfaction behind his mask as the image vanished.

 

“What have you done to me?” Orochimaru growled.

 

“The Tenshi Fuuin is a Fuuin Jutsu created by my father,” Zeiguwa said calmly, “One that he created to be used specifically by one of my unique blood. The chains you just saw are the chains of fate. You are now bound to that body, Orochimaru, and when it runs down, you will die.”

 

“You bastard!” Orochimaru roared, throwing himself at the walls of the chakra cage.

 

“I am quite legitimate, thank you,” Zeiguwa said in a conversational tone as he tugged his chakrams from their loops at his back under his kodachi. “My father was married to my mother when I was conceived. Therefore I must request that you refrain from insulting my heritage, or…” Zeiguwa's voice became deadly cold as he lifted one of the chakrams to cover the right half of his masked face, “I shall become quite cross…”

 

Orochimaru could not help the reflexive flinch. Strange how this child can frighten me like this… the Sannin thought as he watched the Hunter fall into a fighting stance. He winced slightly as the seal on his chest throbbed. How is it possible that his will can be so much greater than mine? How can he hold this prison with out the necessary seals?

 

Zeiguwa blurred and vanished.

 

Orochimaru flung himself at the chakra walls again as a deep and primal instinct overrode his senses. No! No! Nooo!!! I can't die!!!

 

Blood splattered the walls, and two dull thumps could be heard as body and head were separated and fell onto the floor. The cage of red chakra slowly melted away as the jutsu was released.

 

Zeiguwa straightened and turned, studying the corpse on the floor. “Strange,” he murmured, “how so great a shinobe can become but a mindless beast when it becomes obvious to him that he will no longer live to see the sunrise.”

 

He pulled a bit of rice paper from his shinobe pouch and wiped the blood from his chakrams. Once that was done, Zeiguwa summoned his Hunter equipment again, and after a few minutes, the blood on the walls and the injured Hunters lying in various parts of the room were the only signs that a battle had ever been fought there.

 

He moved through the room, checking on the three unconscious Hunters and efficiently setting their broken limbs and binding their injuries. That done, he walked toward the heavy metal door in the other side of the room and cautiously tested the doorknob. When it turned easily, the Hunter raised an incredulous eyebrow.

 

“What kind of idiot leaves the door to a holding cell unlocked?” he asked no one in particular. “It's practically an invitation for the imprisoned shinobe to escape…”

 

He pulled the door open and gagged as the stench of death, decay, illness, fear, sex, blood and feces billowed out of the open door. He coughed and his eyes began to water from the strength of the smell. He stepped inside and gasped in horror, and immediately began coughing harshly. Zeiguwa stumbled back, out of the cell, and fell onto his hands and knees. He could not take his eyes off of the horror before him.

 

The room was lit by a single uncovered light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and several corpses were piled along the walls, while half dead victims of torture hung from their wrists, supported only by the manacles attached to the ceiling. The floor was covered in blood and waste.

 

In the center of the room was a metal table. Kakashi was strapped to the table spread eagle, unmasked and naked, his hair matted with sweat and blood. His body had been cut and beaten and burned, and blood and pus oozed from his wounds. Individual ribs could be counted, and his face was pale and gaunt, most likely from malnutrition or starvation. The jounin was just a large mass of blood and bruises.

 

Even from twenty yards away, Zeiguwa could smell it, the scent of rejection, anger, and orgasm. He fought the urge to retch.

 

An unconscious Sasuke was chained to the wall opposite the door, and his shirt and pants had been stripped off, leaving him in only his underwear. Long red welts on his torso showed that he had been whipped, and strips of skin had been removed from his legs. His arms and torso were covered in burns and cuts, and his injuries were red and swollen, and oozing pus, evidence of infection. He too, showed signs of malnutrition and starvation.

 

He didn't know how long he knelt there, his eyes fixed on the horrors within the cell, on the figures of two of his precious people, tortured and violated. A thick mass curled in his chest and throat and the world narrowed to the figures of Sasuke, chained and unconscious, and Kakashi, strapped down and violated. His body began to shake, and he heard only the sound of his rapid heartbeats and harsh breathing.

 

Movement caught his eye, and he watched transfixed as Kakashi's eyes slowly opened. The jounin slowly, jerkily turned his head toward the door, and a painful smile crossed his lips when he saw the Hunter.

 

“Yo.”

 

 

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