Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Eyes ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: auronsgirl 
A girl escapes from Hell, and the story is in motion.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Martial Arts / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
A girl escapes from Hell, and the story is in motion.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Martial Arts / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
The only characters that are mine in this story are Haruko, Yukio, Kokoro, Saiai, Emiko, and
Arichi. The rest are owned by Masashi Kishimoto, that wonderful, wonderful man.
By: Amanda Smith aka silverwingedwolf
Date started: December 13th, 2007
Date finished: December 14th, 2007
Rating: 18+, for non-consent, minors, incest, blood, gore
*Prologue*
The moonlight spilled into the room, illuminating its few occupants. The wooden walls looked
grey in the moonlight. The huge bed in the middle of the room bore red sheets, and laying on the
sheets was a man, naked, save a pair of black silk boxers. Long-limbed, pale, dark-haired, and
his eyes a pale, hard blue that one might mistake for beauty, if they didn't know the man's
ulterior motives. He called out into the hallway, through the closed doors, to the man waiting just
outside. The man opened the door, and let three girls into his room. The door closed, giving the
man some privacy.
The girls stood in front of the door, eyes blank, faces devoid of any expression. The man on the
bed smiled viciously. He was going to enjoy tonight, as he did every other night. The brunette
stood in front of the other two girls, one raven-haired, the other blonde. He motioned for the girls
to join him on his bed. They moved mechanically, their long limbs move effortlessly under their
white lace nightgowns. The two girls in behind the brunette moved to the sides of the bed, and
began to crawl towards the man as he laid back on the bed. The brunette stood at the end of the
bed. She was his favourite plaything, and he normally had the two get him good and going
before he called her on.
After a few minutes of the blonde and raven-haired girls ministrations, he motioned for the
brunette to move. He watched as she crawled over to him, watching the white nightgown fall
deliciously over her well-defined muscles and curves. As soon as she arrived near him, she
immediately attacked his lips. He moaned under her pressure, letting his hands rove over her
back and shoulder blades. The other two, completely forgotten about, stroked at his sides, faces
never showing expression. He was so caught up in the feelings that the girl was making him
experience that he jumped a little when he felt the brunette's soft hand on his stomach, her thigh
push up in between his. He frowned, knowing something was up, and looked into the brunette's
eyes, expecting to see the same blankness that was existent in the other two. Instead, he saw
hatred and anger. He was about to yell for the man outside when the brunette clenched her teeth
on his lips, drawing blood. He hitched his breath to scream, but she pushed her face into his,
unrelenting as her teeth gnashed into his lips. He fought to push her off, but was immediately
rendered incapable of anything as she brought the knee quick and hard into his groin. He groaned
painfully, not allowed to voice any complaints to do the literal lip-lock the brunette had forced on
him. His hands fell from her back and clutched at himself, the pain excruciating. He looked at the
girl who had finally let go of his bottom lip, pain clouding his vision. She looked at him with an
incredibly venomous look, and drove her fist into his stomach, knocking the air out of him. What
little breath that came out of him resulted in a squeak, and he folded himself into a fetal-like
position.
The girl crawled backwards off the bed, and spit on the man. She then turned her gaze to the two
other girls, who were still blankly petting the man's sides. She whispered, `I'll be back, my
sisters', before launching herself through the glass window and into the night.
The man outside burst into the room at the sound of the window breaking to find that his master
was less one girl, and was in obvious pain. He rushed over to the man on the bed, and attempted
to sit him up. The man on the bed struggled upright, blood pouring from his mouth, and yelled,
`Get that little bitch! Make sure she doesn't get away!' The sentry immediately recoiled and
sprinted off to get others to chase the escapee.
As the man finally managed to stand, he heard the trees rustle with the search party. He turned to
the two remaining girls, and waved a hand at them. They fell onto the bed, seemingly asleep. He
stormed out of his room and down the hall, pain throbbing in his balls with every step he took.
He banged his fist violently on a door three down from his own, and didn't wait to be invited in.
The man barged in and glared at the room's occupant, a woman in her mid-30's, early 40's. She
had blonde hair, like one of the girls, but her eyes were a dull brown, almost devoid of any
sparkle, even in the bright moonlight.
`What did you do? Saiai managed to get out of my genjutsu! Did you release her?' he fumed as
he paced in front of her bed, glaring at her with his hard blue eyes.
She looked back, calmly, utterly unafraid of the man. It may have been the fact his lip was
bleeding, it my have been the fact he was limping in obvious discomfort, it may have been the
fact that he was wearing nothing but boxers. She replied, `I did. And what of it? She's stronger
than any of your goonies. She won't be taken down easily. And she's gone to get help.' The
woman's lips pulled into a sad excuse for a smile, but defiance took over.
He roared, breathing heavily as he looked for something to hit. He whirled on the woman, and
launched himself onto her bed, coming inches from her faces with his own. She simply sat there,
staring back at him, totally unaffected. He searched her eyes for any sign of fright, but saw
nothing. After a few moments of intense staring, his face went from intense anger to somewhat
pleasant. This visage was the one that scared the woman. She frowned, and asked the man,
`What are you up to, Yukio? Please, tell me. Don't you dare hurt them!'
He crawled backwards off the bed, that smirk still on his face. `Your middle daughter... Emiko,
was it? Her birthday's just next month. Saiai's bound to come back before that, to save her
darling little sister from little old horrible me.' The smile on his face was horrible as the woman
showed her first signs of disgust. He continued, `When your daughter, whatever her name is, hits
19, her eyes will change, and they will be mine. Saiai, my wonderful little plaything, will be back
to see her sister's eyes become my eyes. Unbeknownst to her, a little trap will be set, and she will
watch her sisters die by my hands, while she lives.'
As he laughed maniacally, the woman stared on in horror. He giggled evilly as he walked to the
door. His face feigned a surprised look as he turned around. `Oh, I forgot to tell you, Kokoro.
You will be thrown into the cell on the night of your middle daughter's birthday, so you can't
pull that little stunt you did with Saiai.' She gasped, realizing that he saw right through her. `You
may have saved one, Kokoro, ' he continued, `but she'll be back, and I will get her.' With that, he
closed the woman's door, then padded back to his room.
The sentry on duty asked him what had happened, and Yukio waved his hand, dismissing him.
Yukio told the guard to call off the search party, that he had bigger plans. The sentry gaped, but
did not question the master. Yukio entered his room, and clapped his hands. The girls lifted up
from their places like lifelike dolls. They waited for him invitingly on the bed. He closed the
door behind him, and whispered to them, `Your sister may be gone, but you can still have a little
fun with the leader of the Moonlight Village, can't you?' They nodded mechanically, and he
chuckled, walked to the bed and threw himself in the middle of it. His lip ceased bleeding, but it
still hurt.
The girls petted his sides and kissed at his chest. He groaned with pleasure, and spoke his last
coherency for the night: `Come, my nieces. Entertain your old Uncle Yukio.'
********************
Kokoro, the lady in the room down the hall, groaned when she heard the clapping of Yukio's
hands. She knew what that meant. Her heart went out to her daughters in that room, knowing that
they were unaware of what was happening, but feeling horrible she couldn't do anything. She
turned to the window, and looked out into the night. `Be safe, Saiai', she whispered. She lowered
her body into the bed, and fell into a restless sleep.
Arichi. The rest are owned by Masashi Kishimoto, that wonderful, wonderful man.
By: Amanda Smith aka silverwingedwolf
Date started: December 13th, 2007
Date finished: December 14th, 2007
Rating: 18+, for non-consent, minors, incest, blood, gore
*Prologue*
The moonlight spilled into the room, illuminating its few occupants. The wooden walls looked
grey in the moonlight. The huge bed in the middle of the room bore red sheets, and laying on the
sheets was a man, naked, save a pair of black silk boxers. Long-limbed, pale, dark-haired, and
his eyes a pale, hard blue that one might mistake for beauty, if they didn't know the man's
ulterior motives. He called out into the hallway, through the closed doors, to the man waiting just
outside. The man opened the door, and let three girls into his room. The door closed, giving the
man some privacy.
The girls stood in front of the door, eyes blank, faces devoid of any expression. The man on the
bed smiled viciously. He was going to enjoy tonight, as he did every other night. The brunette
stood in front of the other two girls, one raven-haired, the other blonde. He motioned for the girls
to join him on his bed. They moved mechanically, their long limbs move effortlessly under their
white lace nightgowns. The two girls in behind the brunette moved to the sides of the bed, and
began to crawl towards the man as he laid back on the bed. The brunette stood at the end of the
bed. She was his favourite plaything, and he normally had the two get him good and going
before he called her on.
After a few minutes of the blonde and raven-haired girls ministrations, he motioned for the
brunette to move. He watched as she crawled over to him, watching the white nightgown fall
deliciously over her well-defined muscles and curves. As soon as she arrived near him, she
immediately attacked his lips. He moaned under her pressure, letting his hands rove over her
back and shoulder blades. The other two, completely forgotten about, stroked at his sides, faces
never showing expression. He was so caught up in the feelings that the girl was making him
experience that he jumped a little when he felt the brunette's soft hand on his stomach, her thigh
push up in between his. He frowned, knowing something was up, and looked into the brunette's
eyes, expecting to see the same blankness that was existent in the other two. Instead, he saw
hatred and anger. He was about to yell for the man outside when the brunette clenched her teeth
on his lips, drawing blood. He hitched his breath to scream, but she pushed her face into his,
unrelenting as her teeth gnashed into his lips. He fought to push her off, but was immediately
rendered incapable of anything as she brought the knee quick and hard into his groin. He groaned
painfully, not allowed to voice any complaints to do the literal lip-lock the brunette had forced on
him. His hands fell from her back and clutched at himself, the pain excruciating. He looked at the
girl who had finally let go of his bottom lip, pain clouding his vision. She looked at him with an
incredibly venomous look, and drove her fist into his stomach, knocking the air out of him. What
little breath that came out of him resulted in a squeak, and he folded himself into a fetal-like
position.
The girl crawled backwards off the bed, and spit on the man. She then turned her gaze to the two
other girls, who were still blankly petting the man's sides. She whispered, `I'll be back, my
sisters', before launching herself through the glass window and into the night.
The man outside burst into the room at the sound of the window breaking to find that his master
was less one girl, and was in obvious pain. He rushed over to the man on the bed, and attempted
to sit him up. The man on the bed struggled upright, blood pouring from his mouth, and yelled,
`Get that little bitch! Make sure she doesn't get away!' The sentry immediately recoiled and
sprinted off to get others to chase the escapee.
As the man finally managed to stand, he heard the trees rustle with the search party. He turned to
the two remaining girls, and waved a hand at them. They fell onto the bed, seemingly asleep. He
stormed out of his room and down the hall, pain throbbing in his balls with every step he took.
He banged his fist violently on a door three down from his own, and didn't wait to be invited in.
The man barged in and glared at the room's occupant, a woman in her mid-30's, early 40's. She
had blonde hair, like one of the girls, but her eyes were a dull brown, almost devoid of any
sparkle, even in the bright moonlight.
`What did you do? Saiai managed to get out of my genjutsu! Did you release her?' he fumed as
he paced in front of her bed, glaring at her with his hard blue eyes.
She looked back, calmly, utterly unafraid of the man. It may have been the fact his lip was
bleeding, it my have been the fact he was limping in obvious discomfort, it may have been the
fact that he was wearing nothing but boxers. She replied, `I did. And what of it? She's stronger
than any of your goonies. She won't be taken down easily. And she's gone to get help.' The
woman's lips pulled into a sad excuse for a smile, but defiance took over.
He roared, breathing heavily as he looked for something to hit. He whirled on the woman, and
launched himself onto her bed, coming inches from her faces with his own. She simply sat there,
staring back at him, totally unaffected. He searched her eyes for any sign of fright, but saw
nothing. After a few moments of intense staring, his face went from intense anger to somewhat
pleasant. This visage was the one that scared the woman. She frowned, and asked the man,
`What are you up to, Yukio? Please, tell me. Don't you dare hurt them!'
He crawled backwards off the bed, that smirk still on his face. `Your middle daughter... Emiko,
was it? Her birthday's just next month. Saiai's bound to come back before that, to save her
darling little sister from little old horrible me.' The smile on his face was horrible as the woman
showed her first signs of disgust. He continued, `When your daughter, whatever her name is, hits
19, her eyes will change, and they will be mine. Saiai, my wonderful little plaything, will be back
to see her sister's eyes become my eyes. Unbeknownst to her, a little trap will be set, and she will
watch her sisters die by my hands, while she lives.'
As he laughed maniacally, the woman stared on in horror. He giggled evilly as he walked to the
door. His face feigned a surprised look as he turned around. `Oh, I forgot to tell you, Kokoro.
You will be thrown into the cell on the night of your middle daughter's birthday, so you can't
pull that little stunt you did with Saiai.' She gasped, realizing that he saw right through her. `You
may have saved one, Kokoro, ' he continued, `but she'll be back, and I will get her.' With that, he
closed the woman's door, then padded back to his room.
The sentry on duty asked him what had happened, and Yukio waved his hand, dismissing him.
Yukio told the guard to call off the search party, that he had bigger plans. The sentry gaped, but
did not question the master. Yukio entered his room, and clapped his hands. The girls lifted up
from their places like lifelike dolls. They waited for him invitingly on the bed. He closed the
door behind him, and whispered to them, `Your sister may be gone, but you can still have a little
fun with the leader of the Moonlight Village, can't you?' They nodded mechanically, and he
chuckled, walked to the bed and threw himself in the middle of it. His lip ceased bleeding, but it
still hurt.
The girls petted his sides and kissed at his chest. He groaned with pleasure, and spoke his last
coherency for the night: `Come, my nieces. Entertain your old Uncle Yukio.'
********************
Kokoro, the lady in the room down the hall, groaned when she heard the clapping of Yukio's
hands. She knew what that meant. Her heart went out to her daughters in that room, knowing that
they were unaware of what was happening, but feeling horrible she couldn't do anything. She
turned to the window, and looked out into the night. `Be safe, Saiai', she whispered. She lowered
her body into the bed, and fell into a restless sleep.