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Chapter 1: Intruders and Neon Freaks
Suna Kingdom 1664
Strangled moans echoed through the hallways, chorused with the soprano of scrapes, the tenor of bangs, and the undertones of skin slapping against skin on a carved mahogany table. It was a shame, really. It was a nice table, with intricate engravings of strange wild beasts and brown wood that shone delightfully when hit with the chandeliered lights hanging above it.
A brown haired man moved savagely against a long haired woman, and let out a near feral growl. It was a sound akin to a beast, but the woman didn't care. An especially hard thrust sent the table an impressive six inches backwards, and the scream of pleasure that escaped her throat couldn't fully mask her gasp of pain. She sat awkwardly on the beautiful desk and let herself be mercilessly impaled.
A random onlooker would say that they were distantly related lovers caught in a fury of passion, while another might go as far as to say they were siblings— after all they were both beautiful, had the same impressive sharp features, and it wouldn't be the first time family members fell to incest. But anyone who paid close attention would see the differences between the two.
The hairs on their heads, for example.
The woman's hair waved and flew rapidly with each merciless thrust and had the sheen of a natural brunette. She was gasping from the effort to stay upright and sweat drenched her forehead and the sides of her face. The man had a look of concentrated calm and pleasurable restraint. He was exerting the most energy but not a hair drifted out of place, and wetness covered not an inch of his body, save for the moisture enveloping his length.
Another growl escaped the man and he whispered the insignificant name of the woman. In return she cried out, her voice strangled with desire, as if to ask him to ride her to completion. He complied, intensifying the force behind his movements, his body pressing further as the tension between them mounted, his long length greedily expanding the cavern of her hot, blistering, wet—
"Kankuro."
The voice was so low that even someone with exceptional hearing wouldn't have heard it over the sound of their fucking, so it was a surprise to the woman when the man suddenly stopped to turn and glare at the intruder.
"What the fuck, Gaara…" he hissed in annoyance rather than embarrassment. There was a dangerous glint in his eye, but the intruder looked unbothered.
The woman sputtered incoherent nonsense and made a futile attempt to cover her breasts with her hands. "You said we were alone." When she whimpered, the intruder set his gaze toward her. She almost fainted at the sight of the cold, almost scathing look in his eyes. She was terrified, but for some reason, she felt a squeezing ache at the base of her groin, clenching and pulling until she was aroused once again. Her eyes dilated and she had to open her mouth to catch her quickening breaths. The man inside her was a mistake, she thought. She should have waited for a better suitor— like the intruder before her. She was a beautiful girl - maybe she could ditch Kankuro and go for the other instead? The admiration she began to feel for the intruder was eating her from the inside. It was like his presence was pulling her, yanking at her.
Kankuro continued to glare at the man. "Does our father know you're here? Violating your exile?"
The intruder blinked slowly, eyeing Kankuro for a frozen moment in time before he spoke again. "No."
"You could at least knock."
The intruder only looked away and took a step back toward the very grand entrance doors. The woman let out an unceremonious whine. His retreat was hurting her. She wanted him to come back. She wanted him to look at her with those unworldly green eyes and—
"I only came to warn you." the intruder paused in the doorway. "Father will be dead soon."
Kankuro laughed. "So you're still insane. What makes you think I'd listen to you?"
"It's not a matter of listening." the man at the door murmured, almost as if he was speaking to himself. "Just a warning."
Kankuro scoffed "Warnings. Why don't you heed father's warning and never come back?"
The intruder blinked slowly, he was almost at the door. "There's a difference between warnings," he started quietly, "and empty threats." Before leaving the room he took one look back, nodding at the woman on the table. "I'd dispose of her now if I were you.'
Then he walked out, quiet footsteps following his pace until it disappeared with him down the hallway.
Then there was silence.
The woman stared longingly at the door and she shifted against Kankuro who was staring at the door with a steady glare. The woman put a hand on his shoulder. "Who was that man?" she breathed. Her eyes were bright.
Kankuro looked into the woman's eyes. They were glazed over, dazed and staring after the intruder. He scoffed. "Five seconds in his presence and you've already—" then he stopped, paused, and shook his head with a smile. He pulled out of the woman and carefully and zipped up his pants. Without his face contorted in that strange restrained pleasure he had before, he was rather pleasant to look at. He had astonishingly strong features—a modern Hercules without the excess brawn and muscle. He played with a small lock of the woman's hair, thinking idly of how beautiful it was with that sheen of sweat. He passed a hand over her breast and squeezed lightly.
He frowned. The breasts of the higher class women were always small. He preferred those of the peasants.
"Kankuro..." the woman moaned. The cool breeze coming from the open window in the office blew over the wetness between her legs and she hastily closed them. "Kankuro." she said a little more firmly. But when the man's sharp brown eyes landed on her, she gulped. "What..." she started slowly, "What did that man mean by...dispose?"
The contemplating look in the man's eyes was replaced with a blank look, and that blank look stayed for several moments before he smiled. The woman didn't know why, but she shivered. The wind from the cold air seemed to increase in its intensity.
"He meant nothing by it, darling." He leaned in to kiss her, starting with her lips then traveling to her jaw and down her neck. The woman relaxed into the movement of his mouth, rubbing and kissing. She was so relaxed that she didn't mind when the slow movement of his lips turned into light nips of teeth, biting, and biting until a warm mouth enveloped the whole of her neck...
Her screams could be heard from outside of the room, across the hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room where the intruder stood silently, as if waiting. The scream came to an abrupt end, followed by a sickening sound like flesh ripping apart.
The intruder only frowned.
Suna City 2012
If Naruto had a dollar for every time Kiba had a good idea, he'd be even poorer than he already was. But for some reason he found himself being dragged once again to another meaningless "hard core" party down in some underground warehouse in an obscure town. Who would commute thirty miles away from home just to attend a party, anyway? Apparently he did.
It wasn't entirely his fault, though. He would've never agreed to come if it wasn't for the fact that Kiba was dragging his step sister, Hinata, with him. Unbeknownst to his best friend, Naruto had developed a liking for the timid girl. Not in the way that he would date her, but in a way that made him feel obligated to protect her like a brother should—because Kiba never did.
So there they were, on a long line to the entrance to the "Party of the Century" as Kiba kept reminding him. Naruto wasn't so sure as he looked around at the people standing in line. Most of them were probably normal high school kids, but Naruto had to do a double take at the outfits they wore: tight, bright colored leather that looked more like neon plastic against skin. Naruto wrinkled his nose in distaste. All of them had wild hair too, neon blue, neon green, and...was that a rainbow Mohawk? Naruto had to snicker a bit at that.
Hinata stood beside him, looking wide eyed and afraid as always. Her eyes darted from every person who so much as shifted their feet in a different position. She was probably more freaked out by the people than Naruto was.
"Hinata," he whispered softly to her.
Hinata started slightly. "Yes?" She whispered back.
"Are you all right?" Naruto asked seriously. "If you want, I could always take you home...?" Naruto desperately wanted Hinata to just admit that she wanted to leave, so he could have a chance to get out of here without facing Kiba's wrath.
To his disappointment, Hinata put on a brave face and shook her head no.
Naruto sighed but offered the girl a small, reassuring smile anyway. The line moved abruptly, and his heart sank further. He hated parties like this. He missed the simpler days of innocent holiday celebrations back in junior high—the time before Kiba decided that school wasn't his "thing" and became convinced that he'd been wasting his life attending childish events. Back then, Naruto hadn't questioned it. Naive as he was, he followed Kiba to his first "grown-up" party. It wasn't enjoyable. There was booze everywhere, and far too many men and women, more drunk than lively. It felt less like a party and more like a messy, unofficial hookup spot. Naruto hadn't complained at the time—Kiba's mother had just been in a car accident, and the last thing Naruto wanted was to upset his friend…
But this party crowd was putting him on edge. More so than usual. And from the looks of it, the people didn't like him either. Every time he caught one of their eyes, they would glare or snicker at their friends.
The line moved suddenly, but not to indicate another pair of weirdo's being allowed into the club. Instead, the neon freaks became stiff. It was strange because they all seemed to go stiff at the same time, save for a few other teens that looked the closest to normal in the crowd. Naruto raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere and turned to Kiba who was grinning like an idiot.
"Is this some kind of code?" he whispered. Whispering seemed appropriate; the line had fallen into a deep silence. Kiba only grinned wider and shrugged his shoulders in feigned innocence. Naruto did not feel the least bit relieved by that.
A moan of a car sounded behind him. The line was located in an alley, so it was strange when he turned around to find a dark, long, sleek car approaching, then parking beside a chipped wall. Naruto had never seen a car like it before. The sheen on its black grill glowed even in the darkness, and the rims on the wheels had a strange insignia he didn't recognize - a slanted K, curving at the tips. A foreign car, he thought.
The neon freaks suddenly seemed to shake out of their stiffness and began to shuffle restlessly. The few that looked closest to normal followed their lead. Naruto turned to Kiba who was still grinning. That failed to reassure the blonde. Out of habit, he squeezed Hinata's arm to see if she was alright. She only shook her head dazedly, eyes transfixed on the vehicle before them.
He heard the familiar click of a car door opening, and three people came out of the car, each out of a different door. From the passenger seat - a woman.
And she was stunning. Her hair framed her head like golden shards twisting into impossibly identical curls. Naruto was inarguably blind without his glasses, so it came as a shock that he could still see the way her green eyes shimmered against the darkness, as if a flashlight hid behind them. Her face was pale but she had a blush on her cheeks. Naruto couldn't tell if it was make-up or not, but it seemed out of place on her face—like an unneeded accessory that numbed down her sharply impressive features. She had a light disinterested frown on her face that made Naruto shiver, and for the smallest second he could swear the woman looked at him…or somewhere behind him…Naruto heard Kiba sigh dreamily.
From the driver's seat came a brown haired man. He was taller than the woman, but probably younger. His hair was slightly messy, as if he ruffled it up on purpose. His face was fuller than the blonde woman's, but sharp enough to be intimidating. And his eyes were brown. Naruto had always found beauty in what people might call a dull color, but he'd never seen a brown quite that bright before. The contrast from his solid brown hair to the paleness of his skin to the brightness in those eyes baffled Naruto. How the hell was he noticing these things without his glasses?
He felt Hinta tense beside him as the man walked by. He was about to put a hand on her back when the back door to the car opened and the last person stepped out…
Naruto felt his mouth go slack.
It was as if the air in the alley dropped several degrees. Naruto felt a shiver creep up his spine and prickle against the skin on his back. He tried to swallow again but a lump of thick saliva accumulated in his throat. He tensed, but unlike the rest of the crowd, whose eyes gleamed with lust and awe at the latest arrival, he felt himself quake with an inexplicable disgust.
The man who came out of the car was a redhead. His looks were sharper than the woman's and his gaze seemed capable of cutting through diamonds. His hair didn't move, even the strands that hung loosely on his shoulders, and his skin - flawless. He would compare it to porcelain, so pale and unmarked, devoid of even the faintest hint of color.
Revolting.
Naruto didn't know what it was. There was almost - a stench. The redhead carried an air that made him want to choke, vomit even. He looked around him. Everyone else was staring with wide eyes, and open, panting mouths.
Naruto didn't understand. Were these people drug dealers or something? A band? He was ashamed to be here, in this place, where people like that hung out. The large bouncer, who'd been checking for what Naruto thought was I.D's and interrogating people before they went in, stiffened a bit when the three (freaks) went inside, but he didn't stop them. In fact, as soon as they went in, the entire crowd relaxed. Everyone seemed to take a breath, sighing away the tension that had build up in the alley with a look of post gratification on their faces.
The line moved and the murmuring began again. Naruto turned to look at Kiba. His friend had a strange look on his face— like the post-gratification that shone in the eyes of the crowd just moments before.
"Kiba, who the hell were those guys—a band? The owners?"
"Not a band..." he replied with a sympathetic shake of his head. "They're gods."
Naruto rolled his eyes. So probably a band. Kiba usually exaggerated things. "Look, Kiba, you know this isn't my scene."
"Nothing is your scene, Naruto. You're always cooped up in that little apartment of yours, doing homework and playing that damn piano." he scoffed then. "Trust me man, after tonight, you'll understand. This isn't just a scene." The brunet turned around to grab his shoulders roughly. "Everyone here, Naruto..." he lamely gestured to the crowd. "…has gotten something from them— something special and amazing. And today, I finally get mine."
Naruto scowled. "It's not drugs is it?"
"Better." was Kiba's response. "So much better."
Naruto contemplated his escape. It would cost nothing for him to just take Hinata's hand and get the hell out of here. But they were already in front of the line. How'd that happen so fast?
Kiba said something to the bouncer that made him raise a skeptical eyebrow.
"Alright." The bouncer said gruffly. "Let me see it."
Kiba reached into his pocket to take out a golden card. Naruto could swear the entire line behind him uttered a small gasp. Naruto remembered Kiba showing him the card a few days back. He thought it was a credit card. But now that he had a closer look at it, it was nothing like that; it didn't have numbers or any logo for that matter.
When the bouncer reached for the card, Kiba pulled it away with a growl that surprised Naruto.
The bouncer shrugged before nodding his head and stepping aside. Kiba smirked and proceeded past him. Naruto let Hinata go ahead of him, but when it was his turn to pass the bouncer, the man stopped him with a hard hand to his chest. "Where's your invitation?"
Naruto opened his mouth to stutter a sort of apology but Kiba cut in—
"He's with me. He's only got a gray card anyway."
The bouncer raised a skeptical eyebrow before moving aside to let Naruto in.
Naruto looked at the bouncer with wide eyes, hoping the man would somehow understand his desperate need to deny him access into the club, but the bouncer only narrowed his eyes at him, scoffed, and pushed him ahead.
Naruto wished more than anything that he hadn't done that.
End of Chapter
Edited: 10.21.2024
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