A Mother’s Sword: Devils Analogy Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Chained to Hell

 

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“Have you any last words?”

 

Like a snake had been dropped from the sky, the mob broke apart, everybody stumbling in different directions in their haste to get away from the red-haired woman who had suddenly appeared within their midst. That was only half the reason they ran and scrambled; the other half was attributed towards the katana she wielded in her right hand. It was a dull red with black inscriptions running the length of the blade and it ended in a slight point, the tip glistening under the flames their torches provided.

 

Kushina had left her disguise on top of the roof. That was a necessity. She didn’t want to be a mere shadow cutting them down. She wanted them see her, to feel her, to perceive without a shred of doubt who was about to fuck them up. Giving no thought to consequence, she knew that by allowing herself to be seen in such a fashion she had incurred the Hokage’s wrath—as something told her he was watching her every move through his special crystal ball—but she had decided a decade ago how this was going to play out. There was no stopping it now.

 

Her red hair, lengthened over time, flowed behind her like a waterfall. Her radiant skin was untouched and ivory despite years of fighting, sneaking, assassinating. But her eyes, it was those pools of piercing dread that struck an untold amount of fear within the mob around her.

 

“W-who are you?” asked one of the more spindly men, this one wielding a pitchfork in knobby hands.

 

Just the sight of it set fire within Kushina’s stomach though her face remained emotionless. It would do no good to lose herself before it even started, before the other members of her group were able to join in on the fun.

 

“As far as last words go, that would be considered a terrible waste. I have already said my name.” She lifted her blade, holding it vertically, the tip pointed down. “Oh damned souls, repent for your crimes as the chains of hell drag you into a fiery oblivion.”

A Mother’s Sword: Devil’s Analogy Chapter 1

Summary: What would happen if Uzumaki Kushina had not died? What if she’d secretly watched in shadows as her child was bullied? What if she finally snapped? What if…she killed them all?

 

Chapter 1: Prelude to Death

 

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Like an eagle she sat perched upon the rooftop, shrouded in the haunting darkness that night usually brought. Her eyes, nothing but glistening sparks behind a mask, were locked onto a blonde-haired child, watching silently as four other larger children surrounded him. The sparks narrowed into slits as they began striking the smaller boy, their tightly wounds fists crashing into his face over and over again despite his desperate pleas at them to stop.

 

She watched this go on, keeping a mental timer in her head and was just coming around to the six-minute mark when an adult, the orphanage owner, came running out. It was a woman, a woman who, instead of chastising and possibly striking the other children, only grabbed the small blonde boy by the neck of his shirt and dragged him roughly back inside the building.

 

The woman on the rooftop closed her eyes and in doing so became one with the gloom and faded away….

Future Plans Chapter 2: The Sasuke Retrieval Team Redux

Just for you Future Plans Chapter 2

 

Chapter 2: The Sasuke Retrieval Team Redux!

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Future Plans

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Chapter II: The Sasuke Retrieval Team Redux

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“Umm…are you positive about this, Tsunade-dono?”

“Questioning my motives, Kakashi? That’s queer. Since when did you get upgraded into such a position to do so? Last I recalled, you were one of my faithful Jonin; you don’t ask questions, you only follow directions.”

Confused beyond reason, Kakashi took his gaze away from the dossier in his hands and pleadingly stared up at his superior officer, his one visible eye lowering in an attempt to win sympathy. “Alright then. Tsunade-dono…permission to speak freely?”

It was tough, struggling not to laugh as one of her more lovable Jonin squirmed before her desk. The light streaming in from the window behind her was subdued and after a tiring day of nothing but redundant paperwork she needed a little cool-down time, and wouldn’t you know it there was a little problem that needed fixing.

She wanted to laugh at his fidgeting but kept it professional. “Of course, Kakashi. Thoughts?”

“Yes, many. For one, I think this is downright crazy,” spoke Kakashi. He glanced at the report one last time before stowing it in his back pocket, resigned to his fate, and instead pulled out a familiar orange book. “I know you have a truckload of work to do but really now, bullying? I have enough on my plate without you adding to it, Tsunade-dono.”

Now a smile graced Tsunade’s porcelain face. She leaned back in her chair and eyed the Jonin. He always did impress her with his profound thought process—but then again, you didn’t get into the bingo books of nearly every major village by power alone. “Fairly played, Kakashi. Recite the name back to me, won’t you?”

There wasn’t a need for Kakashi to pull the slip back out; he’d never forget a name like that, giving what it implied and the trouble it certainly promised to bring.

“Crowa. No middle or last name.”

“Correct. You may feel free to further the name if you wish, I daresay the child will be in need of some dire nurturing,” explained Tsunade and from a drawer under her desk she unearthed a thick manila folder, one fit to bursting with files and sticky notes upon other sticky notes. “This behemoth of a file is just for one of those from Moon-X, most presently your new charge.” She let it fall to the desk and the sheer weight of it caused the room to quake with a loud THAM!