Post by Masaki on Aug 5, 2014 15:03:50 GMT -7
This thread takes place in the past just one year after a dying Masaki was found next to his dead fiancé’s body. He has just regained his rank as a Jounin and is now medically cleared to preform missions and return to duty. The wound on his stomach pains him more now than it does for current day Masaki. The location is Supaidā no Su (Spider’s Nest) where Masaki will gain his Sage Mode and Senjutsu skill. Knowing how long winded I get who knows how many parts this will be *shot* See? Even this intro is wordy. And in case you’re interested (probably not) mood music is Blue October.
“Oh, my love, my love, don’t you worry tonight. My sweet, delectable and tender, I can hear your heart inside of you. Each pump, each thrust of blood through your veins makes me hunger.”
A voice sang, ringing in Masaki’s ears as consciousness flooded back into his systems. Everything was a haze around him and the young man could barely remember anything besides that he had been on a mission…had he? Or was he out just walking? Something moved around him, shaking the trampoline like ground he was resting on. Plastic? A net? His head ached as he tried to recover the memories that’d been stolen away from him.
“He wakes!” the voice, husky and low, echoed all around him. “Good, I was…concerned.” Something wet trailed across the side of Masaki’s face, hugging the contours of his cheeks and lowering down to the crook of his neck. The man shuddered, but still his eyes would not- could not- open. “Your pulse had stopped in the middle of that Genjutsu; I thought perhaps I had killed you.”
The speaker sighed heavily and a gust of humidity closed around Masaki, enveloping him like a fog. Whatever touched him trailed lower, it was at his chest now, just over his heart and the voice continued. “I don’t want to kill my men, especially someone as,” the voice hitched and then chuckled, rocking Masaki’s body against the net…ground. “Well, it will be a struggle not to devour you right away.”
Masaki felt the sensation on his chest plunge lower, reaching his scar, a scar still tender and sore, still raw and opened; barely physically healed and not at all emotionally. His eyes shot open. “Eno-enough!” he croaked, looking up around him, seeing nothing but a black abyss and spider webs. Masaki blinked his eyes, focusing on the room as he adjusted to the darkness. It was then the man noticed how thick the spider webs around him were in the cavern. The strands crisscrossed from all around the rock and only hints of light peeked in from the outside, just enough to make the room barely visible. The rest of his light came from fluorescent mushrooms at the bottom of the cavern. A bottom he could not see.
The jounin himself was suspended on one of these webs in the middle of the cave, his back resting against the firm strands. He could hear the chattering of mandibles clicking against each other and the drops of water running down the side of the cave. Lifting his head off of the web (oddly not stick, Masaki realized) he saw at least two dozen dog sized spiders moving around the webs, threading them together or rolling animal sized cocoons from the web off to other tunnels connected to the great chamber.
“What beautiful eyes you have…. Green and lush.” The voice picked back up again as Masaki watched a large and hairless leg move away from his body. The thickness of the leg could’ve easily been three large tree trunks. It made him wonder just how big this cave was and just what the creature he faced was. He could sense the creature’s chakra pressure all around him, like its hot breath, but Masaki didn’t think that came from the other ‘smaller’ spiders.
Squinting his eyes, Masaki watched as something barely moved in the shadows, its large mass molding against the cavern walls as if it couldn’t keep itself up. “Who are you?” he asked, sitting up, a hand moving protectively over his stomach. Masaki started to build chakra within himself, a trail of green vines crisscrossing over his body.
The figure lurched forward, its voice rumbling as the other spiders quickly skittered off the webs, hiding in the crevices of the rock. “I saw your dreams in my Genjutsu, human; I saw her. I would be jealous, such a pretty little thing as her with someone like you,” the voice continued as Masaki’s heart twisted in grief. “But then I saw another girl too, a small child with strawberry locks and skin made of icing- so pure, so innocent.”
Eight red eyes glowed out at Masaki as the creature, an ungodly sized spider, leaned forward towards him. The black chelicerae of the spider were the size of small wagons, making the creature around the size of a house. The rest of its body was almost transparent so pale was the creature and unlike others of its type, this spider had no hair at all. It was as if the arachnid stretched its body in human skin.
“You lost all the women in your life, a pity, but I am more woman than you will ever need,” the spider murmured low. “I only worry about that,” a large leg waved slowly beside the beast, “You will fight me too much, my love. I can sense that chakra within in you…very,” she shuddered, “appetizing. But you’re such a pretty face that it would be a waste to eat you so soon.”
The spider, in a way, sounded like she was pouting. “I will just have to have my children secure you for now….leave his face, my pets, I want to stare at it some more.”
A cacophony of clicking mandibles and legs thumping against the rocks rose out from the darkness as Masaki watched as the brood entered their webs once more. They were coming straight for him. Adrenaline pumped through the shinobi’s body as he stood quickly, vines whipping around him dangerously as his ears and fingernails elongated. The use of his Kekkei Genkai and this much of his chakra at once made the man more demon than human.
Snapping around, Masaki used his Kusari no Tsutakazura (Chain of Vines) like a whip to knock the spiders off their webs. He hit at their abdomens, their legs, their eyes, his rage and chakra growing as he did so. How dare this…this creature! look into his past, into his history, into something that should only remain personal to him! How dare it compare itself to Lithra or Mio! This spider would never be like his fiancé or sister- never as beautiful or kind. Never as close to him or loved by him!
Masaki made a cry of emotion as he felt something slam into his back, pushing him forward into the web. His face stuck out of the strands, his sight only of the unfathomable depths below him and the man’s anger swelled. He was so angry lately, so broken, so alone… How did this happen to him?
“Chinatsu. Enough,” a new voice entered. “Have your children release him, that human is in my protection now.”
All the legs that grabbed him before let go as one rolled the jounin off of his stomach. Masaki looked around, confused but still defensive as the black spiderlings backed away and allowed for a new spider to enter the cavern.
“Stand, human, we have much to discuss,” the feminine voice said to him.
And as Masaki rose and more light entered the cavern he realized that this spider glimmered with jewels and gems encrusted into her back and legs. She was, for lack of better words, beautiful….and powerful. Masaki had never felt such chakra pressure before.
“Who are you?”
The new spider paused, her table length body delicate against the heavy webs around her.
“A teacher. Now come.”
Part One
“Oh, my love, my love, don’t you worry tonight. My sweet, delectable and tender, I can hear your heart inside of you. Each pump, each thrust of blood through your veins makes me hunger.”
A voice sang, ringing in Masaki’s ears as consciousness flooded back into his systems. Everything was a haze around him and the young man could barely remember anything besides that he had been on a mission…had he? Or was he out just walking? Something moved around him, shaking the trampoline like ground he was resting on. Plastic? A net? His head ached as he tried to recover the memories that’d been stolen away from him.
“He wakes!” the voice, husky and low, echoed all around him. “Good, I was…concerned.” Something wet trailed across the side of Masaki’s face, hugging the contours of his cheeks and lowering down to the crook of his neck. The man shuddered, but still his eyes would not- could not- open. “Your pulse had stopped in the middle of that Genjutsu; I thought perhaps I had killed you.”
The speaker sighed heavily and a gust of humidity closed around Masaki, enveloping him like a fog. Whatever touched him trailed lower, it was at his chest now, just over his heart and the voice continued. “I don’t want to kill my men, especially someone as,” the voice hitched and then chuckled, rocking Masaki’s body against the net…ground. “Well, it will be a struggle not to devour you right away.”
Masaki felt the sensation on his chest plunge lower, reaching his scar, a scar still tender and sore, still raw and opened; barely physically healed and not at all emotionally. His eyes shot open. “Eno-enough!” he croaked, looking up around him, seeing nothing but a black abyss and spider webs. Masaki blinked his eyes, focusing on the room as he adjusted to the darkness. It was then the man noticed how thick the spider webs around him were in the cavern. The strands crisscrossed from all around the rock and only hints of light peeked in from the outside, just enough to make the room barely visible. The rest of his light came from fluorescent mushrooms at the bottom of the cavern. A bottom he could not see.
The jounin himself was suspended on one of these webs in the middle of the cave, his back resting against the firm strands. He could hear the chattering of mandibles clicking against each other and the drops of water running down the side of the cave. Lifting his head off of the web (oddly not stick, Masaki realized) he saw at least two dozen dog sized spiders moving around the webs, threading them together or rolling animal sized cocoons from the web off to other tunnels connected to the great chamber.
“What beautiful eyes you have…. Green and lush.” The voice picked back up again as Masaki watched a large and hairless leg move away from his body. The thickness of the leg could’ve easily been three large tree trunks. It made him wonder just how big this cave was and just what the creature he faced was. He could sense the creature’s chakra pressure all around him, like its hot breath, but Masaki didn’t think that came from the other ‘smaller’ spiders.
Squinting his eyes, Masaki watched as something barely moved in the shadows, its large mass molding against the cavern walls as if it couldn’t keep itself up. “Who are you?” he asked, sitting up, a hand moving protectively over his stomach. Masaki started to build chakra within himself, a trail of green vines crisscrossing over his body.
The figure lurched forward, its voice rumbling as the other spiders quickly skittered off the webs, hiding in the crevices of the rock. “I saw your dreams in my Genjutsu, human; I saw her. I would be jealous, such a pretty little thing as her with someone like you,” the voice continued as Masaki’s heart twisted in grief. “But then I saw another girl too, a small child with strawberry locks and skin made of icing- so pure, so innocent.”
Eight red eyes glowed out at Masaki as the creature, an ungodly sized spider, leaned forward towards him. The black chelicerae of the spider were the size of small wagons, making the creature around the size of a house. The rest of its body was almost transparent so pale was the creature and unlike others of its type, this spider had no hair at all. It was as if the arachnid stretched its body in human skin.
“You lost all the women in your life, a pity, but I am more woman than you will ever need,” the spider murmured low. “I only worry about that,” a large leg waved slowly beside the beast, “You will fight me too much, my love. I can sense that chakra within in you…very,” she shuddered, “appetizing. But you’re such a pretty face that it would be a waste to eat you so soon.”
The spider, in a way, sounded like she was pouting. “I will just have to have my children secure you for now….leave his face, my pets, I want to stare at it some more.”
A cacophony of clicking mandibles and legs thumping against the rocks rose out from the darkness as Masaki watched as the brood entered their webs once more. They were coming straight for him. Adrenaline pumped through the shinobi’s body as he stood quickly, vines whipping around him dangerously as his ears and fingernails elongated. The use of his Kekkei Genkai and this much of his chakra at once made the man more demon than human.
Snapping around, Masaki used his Kusari no Tsutakazura (Chain of Vines) like a whip to knock the spiders off their webs. He hit at their abdomens, their legs, their eyes, his rage and chakra growing as he did so. How dare this…this creature! look into his past, into his history, into something that should only remain personal to him! How dare it compare itself to Lithra or Mio! This spider would never be like his fiancé or sister- never as beautiful or kind. Never as close to him or loved by him!
Masaki made a cry of emotion as he felt something slam into his back, pushing him forward into the web. His face stuck out of the strands, his sight only of the unfathomable depths below him and the man’s anger swelled. He was so angry lately, so broken, so alone… How did this happen to him?
“Chinatsu. Enough,” a new voice entered. “Have your children release him, that human is in my protection now.”
All the legs that grabbed him before let go as one rolled the jounin off of his stomach. Masaki looked around, confused but still defensive as the black spiderlings backed away and allowed for a new spider to enter the cavern.
“Stand, human, we have much to discuss,” the feminine voice said to him.
And as Masaki rose and more light entered the cavern he realized that this spider glimmered with jewels and gems encrusted into her back and legs. She was, for lack of better words, beautiful….and powerful. Masaki had never felt such chakra pressure before.
“Who are you?”
The new spider paused, her table length body delicate against the heavy webs around her.
“A teacher. Now come.”
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THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
