Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Onigakure ❯ Oni Tensei ( Chapter 2 )
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Disclaimer: we don’t own Naruto Ө_Ө
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.21.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 286 | Status: Work In Progress
“So Hime, do ya thin’ Kura’s reallay’ goin’ ta make de elders agrey’ ta make ya clan head?” the male wearing a sandy cloak with the word ‘Akumu’ in purple kanji on his back said as he poked the campfire lazily with a stick, bringing the embers back to life.
The female in the crimson cloak paced back and forth, leaving a worn out trail in the clearing they were camped in. She stopped and sent a worried glace at the open scroll on the floor not far from her. “I don’t really know if she would, but she was asked years ago to be on the council of elders, so they obviously hold her opinion in high regards. She could make me the head of the Kitsune clan if she wanted to, and I wouldn’t have any choice in the matter.” she said as she stared at the scroll then went back to pacing.
The male grunted, taking out a small gourd, which fit snugly in his hand and uncorked it, taking a long swig of the liquid inside. He let out a sigh of content as the satisfying burn of alcohol went down his throat before he spoke again. “Ya worray’ ta much Hime, remember, Kura d’clined der offa, shey don’t like ta bey forced ta power an’ ah doubt shey’d do dat ta ya…” he paused to take another swig of his drink before continuing. “So stop makin’ a rut ‘in de ground and come ‘ave a drink wit mey” he said, offering his gourd from his spot on the ground next to the fire.
‘Hime’ looked at him, pausing again in her tracks before sighing, sitting next to him, taking the gourd from his hand. Her nose crinkled as she sniffed the strong liquid within the gourd. “What is this?” she asked, as she plugged her nose with her hand, handing him the gourd back.
“No, no, ya took mey on de offer, now drink” he said cheerily, pushing the gourd back.
“Sorry, but I have to refuse Jiro since I don’t know what it is” she said daintily, pushing the gourd back to him.
“If ah tell ya wat it is, will ya drink da damn thin’?” he asked, giving her a lopsided grin.
She hesitated before nodding.
“It’s Orge Killer, de stronges’ demon whiskey der is” he grinned as he saw her eyes widened from behind her hood since she was sitting beside him. “Now, ya agrey’d ta drink it if ah told ya wat is was, an’ a Kitsune nevah goes back on der word” he said chuckling.
Her look of uncertainty suddenly changed to determination. She grabbed the gourd and took a quick swing of the liquor, holding her breath so she wouldn’t have to smell the foul liquor. As she passed back the gourd after one sip, she saw his lopsided grin as her vision suddenly began to blur.
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Kura painted the last of the demon seals on the ground surrounding the two corpses. She sighed, rising up and wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She looked around at the room she was in. It had no windows, no exit, just a room with four white walls, ceiling and floors—well not anymore. All the walls and floor were covered in seals, and in the center of the floor where the seals ended, both the Zabuza’s and Haku’s corpses lay beside each other. Kura looked around the room, inspecting the seals with her careful red eyes, now visible without her cloak on. She had silver fox ears on her head and silver hair that went down to her waist in a long braid, she wore a long sleeved fishnet shirt underneath a black waistcoat that had a full moon insignia on its back, along with tight black pants which complemented her well toned legs and black ninja sandals. The black forehead protector with a spiral-shaped flame engraved on the metal plate, which was tied around her neck, completed her outfit. All in all, she was the picture of a loyal demon ninja of the Nozomi clan.
She took her paintbrush and gripped it with her mouth by its handle and she started a complex series of hand signs in a blinding pace, never one making a mistake. As she progressed, the edges of the seals started to glow a silver light, increasingly moving toward Zabuza and Haku until the silver light surrounded them too. Another bead of sweat slowly slid down her temple as she finally finished the hand seals. She quickly took the paintbrush from her mouth and painted the final seal quickly between the eerily glowing corpses, and as she finished the last stroke, it began to glow too.
“Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Oni Tensei!”
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The male cloaked figure took a long drink out of his gourd and let out another content sigh as he enjoyed the silence. He glanced over at the one he called Hime and couldn’t help but grin goofily. That girl just couldn’t hold her liquor. He shook his head in amused disappointment. All she took is one sip and she was out cold. He glanced at the open scroll once more, he was supposed to wait for Kura to come out, and after this she wouldn’t be able to have any strength to do anything without help.
That scroll was a special one, made from a root of the oldest tree in the forests of Onigakure, it was a demon sealing scroll, but unlike most sealing scrolls, this one was for sealing ceremonies. It was a Nozomi clan family heirloom since the clan, along with a high water affinity based chakra, they also had a sort of kekkei genkai to be able to revive the dead. Well, most demons would argue that the Neko clan already has that bloodlimit, but that wasn’t necessarily true. The Neko clan could revive the dead, but they are a clan of skilled puppeteers of high fire affinity based chakra, they revived the dead to an extent, only bringing back souls with temporary flesh so they could use in battle, not anything to the Nozomi clan’s degree. The Nozomi clan could bring revive dead corpses that haven’t been dead for more than a day, reviving them as a stronger demon than before. Unfortunately, many demon clans, like the Neko clan, envied the Nozomi clan. Finding any reason to kill a Nozomi, they practically wiped out the whole clan about two centuries back, leaving Kura and her twin sister Miya as the last survivors. What happened to Miya was another story, but Kura was now the last living Nozomi, something he could sort of relate to. But Kura was a prodigy, she took her clan’s jutsu and made her own so that she could revive humans into demons. Though she didn’t do it very often, she’d be drained of chakra for the next three weeks, but he’d allowed it this time. The way she’d looked at those humans made him thing she wasn’t the dead lifeless monotone prodigy she always seemed to be. Her life was hard, maybe there was still life left in her yet.
He took a steady sip as he saw a seal being painted on the otherwise blank scroll by what looked like an unseen paintbrush. Good, the resurrection ceremony is almost over he thought as he saw the seal shimmer with an eerie light, which he knew meant the corpses were being resurrected. It was only a few more minutes now… He watched with interest, to tell the truth, this was the first time he’d actually known for her to create two demons at once, if she was drained from her chakra from just creating one demon, just imagine two.
He took another sip as a sudden burst of flames appeared over the scroll to reveal Kura standing there. She took one glance at the Hime and raised an eyebrow. “Jiro-kun, what happened to Kimi-chan?”
He turned lazily to look at the Hime in question, acting as if he hadn’t noticed she had passed out. He turned to her and smiled impishly. “oh, dat Hime jus’ sleepin’ off ‘er worries. Ah gave ‘er a sip o’ ma’ here Ogre Killer an’ shey passed out like a ‘nsomniac who f’naley could sleep.” Jiro slurred, taking another sip out of his gourd.
“Oh, is that all?” Kura said as she put her hand to her head as her vision became slightly off balance. She wobbled in place for a while, Jiro standing up to help her, only to fall down again. Kura let out a loud yawn before falling backwards on the ground, unconscious.
Jiro sat up and looked around the camp, seeing his squad all unconscious and blinked. “Well, dat’s al’right, ya can all sleep w’ile ah…” he yawned “… guard de camp…” he slurred before falling on his back asleep.
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A/N:
Kura means treasure house
Nozomi means full moon
Onigakure means demon village
Miya means sacred house
Jiro means the second male
Kimi means she who is without equal
Hime means princess
Akumu means nightmare
Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Oni Tensei means Summoning technique: demon resurrection
The female in the crimson cloak paced back and forth, leaving a worn out trail in the clearing they were camped in. She stopped and sent a worried glace at the open scroll on the floor not far from her. “I don’t really know if she would, but she was asked years ago to be on the council of elders, so they obviously hold her opinion in high regards. She could make me the head of the Kitsune clan if she wanted to, and I wouldn’t have any choice in the matter.” she said as she stared at the scroll then went back to pacing.
The male grunted, taking out a small gourd, which fit snugly in his hand and uncorked it, taking a long swig of the liquid inside. He let out a sigh of content as the satisfying burn of alcohol went down his throat before he spoke again. “Ya worray’ ta much Hime, remember, Kura d’clined der offa, shey don’t like ta bey forced ta power an’ ah doubt shey’d do dat ta ya…” he paused to take another swig of his drink before continuing. “So stop makin’ a rut ‘in de ground and come ‘ave a drink wit mey” he said, offering his gourd from his spot on the ground next to the fire.
‘Hime’ looked at him, pausing again in her tracks before sighing, sitting next to him, taking the gourd from his hand. Her nose crinkled as she sniffed the strong liquid within the gourd. “What is this?” she asked, as she plugged her nose with her hand, handing him the gourd back.
“No, no, ya took mey on de offer, now drink” he said cheerily, pushing the gourd back.
“Sorry, but I have to refuse Jiro since I don’t know what it is” she said daintily, pushing the gourd back to him.
“If ah tell ya wat it is, will ya drink da damn thin’?” he asked, giving her a lopsided grin.
She hesitated before nodding.
“It’s Orge Killer, de stronges’ demon whiskey der is” he grinned as he saw her eyes widened from behind her hood since she was sitting beside him. “Now, ya agrey’d ta drink it if ah told ya wat is was, an’ a Kitsune nevah goes back on der word” he said chuckling.
Her look of uncertainty suddenly changed to determination. She grabbed the gourd and took a quick swing of the liquor, holding her breath so she wouldn’t have to smell the foul liquor. As she passed back the gourd after one sip, she saw his lopsided grin as her vision suddenly began to blur.
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Kura painted the last of the demon seals on the ground surrounding the two corpses. She sighed, rising up and wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She looked around at the room she was in. It had no windows, no exit, just a room with four white walls, ceiling and floors—well not anymore. All the walls and floor were covered in seals, and in the center of the floor where the seals ended, both the Zabuza’s and Haku’s corpses lay beside each other. Kura looked around the room, inspecting the seals with her careful red eyes, now visible without her cloak on. She had silver fox ears on her head and silver hair that went down to her waist in a long braid, she wore a long sleeved fishnet shirt underneath a black waistcoat that had a full moon insignia on its back, along with tight black pants which complemented her well toned legs and black ninja sandals. The black forehead protector with a spiral-shaped flame engraved on the metal plate, which was tied around her neck, completed her outfit. All in all, she was the picture of a loyal demon ninja of the Nozomi clan.
She took her paintbrush and gripped it with her mouth by its handle and she started a complex series of hand signs in a blinding pace, never one making a mistake. As she progressed, the edges of the seals started to glow a silver light, increasingly moving toward Zabuza and Haku until the silver light surrounded them too. Another bead of sweat slowly slid down her temple as she finally finished the hand seals. She quickly took the paintbrush from her mouth and painted the final seal quickly between the eerily glowing corpses, and as she finished the last stroke, it began to glow too.
“Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Oni Tensei!”
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The male cloaked figure took a long drink out of his gourd and let out another content sigh as he enjoyed the silence. He glanced over at the one he called Hime and couldn’t help but grin goofily. That girl just couldn’t hold her liquor. He shook his head in amused disappointment. All she took is one sip and she was out cold. He glanced at the open scroll once more, he was supposed to wait for Kura to come out, and after this she wouldn’t be able to have any strength to do anything without help.
That scroll was a special one, made from a root of the oldest tree in the forests of Onigakure, it was a demon sealing scroll, but unlike most sealing scrolls, this one was for sealing ceremonies. It was a Nozomi clan family heirloom since the clan, along with a high water affinity based chakra, they also had a sort of kekkei genkai to be able to revive the dead. Well, most demons would argue that the Neko clan already has that bloodlimit, but that wasn’t necessarily true. The Neko clan could revive the dead, but they are a clan of skilled puppeteers of high fire affinity based chakra, they revived the dead to an extent, only bringing back souls with temporary flesh so they could use in battle, not anything to the Nozomi clan’s degree. The Nozomi clan could bring revive dead corpses that haven’t been dead for more than a day, reviving them as a stronger demon than before. Unfortunately, many demon clans, like the Neko clan, envied the Nozomi clan. Finding any reason to kill a Nozomi, they practically wiped out the whole clan about two centuries back, leaving Kura and her twin sister Miya as the last survivors. What happened to Miya was another story, but Kura was now the last living Nozomi, something he could sort of relate to. But Kura was a prodigy, she took her clan’s jutsu and made her own so that she could revive humans into demons. Though she didn’t do it very often, she’d be drained of chakra for the next three weeks, but he’d allowed it this time. The way she’d looked at those humans made him thing she wasn’t the dead lifeless monotone prodigy she always seemed to be. Her life was hard, maybe there was still life left in her yet.
He took a steady sip as he saw a seal being painted on the otherwise blank scroll by what looked like an unseen paintbrush. Good, the resurrection ceremony is almost over he thought as he saw the seal shimmer with an eerie light, which he knew meant the corpses were being resurrected. It was only a few more minutes now… He watched with interest, to tell the truth, this was the first time he’d actually known for her to create two demons at once, if she was drained from her chakra from just creating one demon, just imagine two.
He took another sip as a sudden burst of flames appeared over the scroll to reveal Kura standing there. She took one glance at the Hime and raised an eyebrow. “Jiro-kun, what happened to Kimi-chan?”
He turned lazily to look at the Hime in question, acting as if he hadn’t noticed she had passed out. He turned to her and smiled impishly. “oh, dat Hime jus’ sleepin’ off ‘er worries. Ah gave ‘er a sip o’ ma’ here Ogre Killer an’ shey passed out like a ‘nsomniac who f’naley could sleep.” Jiro slurred, taking another sip out of his gourd.
“Oh, is that all?” Kura said as she put her hand to her head as her vision became slightly off balance. She wobbled in place for a while, Jiro standing up to help her, only to fall down again. Kura let out a loud yawn before falling backwards on the ground, unconscious.
Jiro sat up and looked around the camp, seeing his squad all unconscious and blinked. “Well, dat’s al’right, ya can all sleep w’ile ah…” he yawned “… guard de camp…” he slurred before falling on his back asleep.
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A/N:
Kura means treasure house
Nozomi means full moon
Onigakure means demon village
Miya means sacred house
Jiro means the second male
Kimi means she who is without equal
Hime means princess
Akumu means nightmare
Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Oni Tensei means Summoning technique: demon resurrection