Why Not [Kouin]

[Takaki Saeko]

Kouin may not wear a LoJack, but it’s been surprisingly easy to find him. Mainly because wherever he goes there’s usually a lot of property damage and butthurt left in his wake. Kitsune is the first to find him, or at least his corpse rolled up in a sheet. Purely out of concern, and not because I intend on rifling through his pockets in hope of pawning his belongings later, I roll him out of the sheet and onto his back.

I immediately regret the decision.

Kouin’s butt-ass-naked, sports a pair of fresh nipple piercings, and looks very, very happy. In fact, he’s practically standing at attention and saluting all of us without actually, you know, being conscious for it. I immediately recoil and instinctively cover my eyes.

“Ew! Ew ew ew ew ew!” I part my fingers a bit to take another glimpse. Stupid me.

“Yuck! God damn you, Kouin, what the hell happened here?” I look frantically around the room for clues-really just an attempt to avoid staring at his knob. There’s no doubt this is a crime scene from the sickest of perverted imaginations. Shackles, spreader bars, ball gags, and a tarp. There’s always a ratty tarp, and it’s all covered by a sticky white residue that I won’t name. I stare over at a nearby grandfather clock, its hands stuck in place due to the recent electrical discharge. “Dear God, I’ve solved the case. It’s rape-o-clock in Sandistan.”

I look pleadingly over at Osu and Kitsune. “Can anything be done for him? How much in disability payments do you think he’ll get every month? I’ll gladly sign for them, you know, and deposit them to my account… We need to carry him outta here first. Osu, can you make a litter?"

 

[Sand Council]

OC: Before I am skipped again here is a 10 min post/

IC:

Shi​

The electrical charge she shared with her plaything seemed to be enough to jumpstart the little energizer battery. Good, she was afraid that they were done playing. She started to crawl on top of him, she purred into his ear and took in his scent. It was mostly of sweat and sex, his natural or purchased odors had been washed away hours ago. She reached for his wrists and attempted to pin them to the bed as she hovered over him. She could see the matrix of energy spark and heard something outside the building start to rumble. The sunlight that filtered in through those partially opened blinds grew dim, a storm was rolling in and it was rather abrupt. It caused her to take pause and look in the direction of the window. She frowned, she was hoping that this would be round... what four? Six? She really lost count and did not really care, at this point she was simply passing time until Shichi delivered the Raikage. Nothing seemed to happen, nothing that concerned her at least. she could hear others arriving at the Raikage's side, Shichi would have a bit of a challenge on her hands but she was confident that it was nothing she could not handle and it it was too much for her then she did not belong among the Soverign after all. It was a cold stance to take however it was one that they all shared. "Again?"

She was ready for it, but there was something wrong. Something was terribly wrong. She could feel something akin to a hum, it was a crescendoing electrical charge. She rolled off of him just in time and a trio of bolts of lightning struck his bindings. His chain leash and collar shattered; his leather bindings snapped. A second, massive bolt of pure electrical energy shot through the roof and the ceiling was obliterated. Hunks of flaming wood, barely more than splinters rained down on them. From the floor she looked up at the ceiling that was no more and saw only looming storm clouds overhead. She did not think he had that left in him. She was not even sure he had enough to go one more round never mind destroy part of the building. She pulled herself off the floor in time to see the Sennin tumble off with sheet in hand.

Without warning their private party would be interrupted. Shi would adjust the hem of her skirt and lift what would belong beneath a blouse back into place. Most of the butthurt was what Kouin suffered although Shi was mildly offensive that nobody noticed her standing here all alone with an unconscious burrito Sennin on the floor. Rather they noticed the Sennin face-down on the floor wrapped up in a blanket. The woman was fully dressed unlike Kouin and she sat down on the edge of the bed allowing them to get the disgust and shock out of their systems. "Hello?" the woman announced calling out the motley crew that had come to rescue their beloved Sennin. What was their community thinking - a nurse, a child and a ...dominatrix. It seemed more like a bad porno than a rescue. Kouin rolled out of the blanket like a bad yoyo with a broken string, revealing the nude man beneath the veil. What was left of his chain collar was still apparent as were the fresh, lewd piercings he donned but besides that he was bare for the world to see or at the very least the three lovely ladies that had come to his aide.

 

[Takaki Saeko]

No sooner have I made my earthshaking deduction as to the nature of this case, than I hear it.

“Hello?”

I turn my head and my jaw falls. How in the ball-kicking fuck did none of us notice the scantily-clad, rain-soaked, soot-streaked woman hugging herself for warmth like right next to us?

“Jesus!” I yelp, and fall on my ass. Without ado, I pick myself back up and start bowing to her like a good corporate stooge. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you before. You see, we’re from Cloud and a lot of us have autism and we didn’t notice you because of the shiny object in the room. In case you didn’t get the reference, I’m talking about that man’s pee—peee—benis!”

Now, I can put two and two together. My worst fears have come true: Kouin’s not the victim here. I mean, he’s a hard-assed ANBU Sennin and this is just some chick he probably picked up at the bar and took here to do perverted things to. In the process, he’s also committed breaking and entering in a foreign country. The idiot.

I bow so hard to the woman that I nearly throw my back out in the process.

“As a representative of the government of Kumogakure no Sato, I am very, very sorry for any trouble or unwanted touching he may or may not have caused you. I can assure you that Sennin Kouin will face the severest of penalties once he is repatriated to Kumo, up to and including death by unga-bunga.”

I produce a disclaimer sheet and a pen from my back pocket. It’s a standard boilerplate in legalese that makes it sound like you’ve won a free stay in a five-star hotel at our expense, but in reality you’re signing away your right to sue the Raikage in civil court. Don’t even get me started on trying to bring up a criminal case, because we’ve got diplomatic immunity, bitches.

“If you would be so kind, please, uh, sign your rights aw—I mean sign here to receive a free stay in one of our prime branch locations anywhere in Lightning or Bear Country, not including Marsh Country because they’s dirty commies.”

My hands start to shake. What am I doing? I’m stripping some poor, victimized woman in the world’s armpit—this swinging ballsack called Sand—of her right to pursue justice from the man who put her through hours of torture and abuse. What we’re doing here is completely morally indefensible. What if she has a kid because of this? How’s it ever going to know its father? Is this poor woman going to get stoned to death for adultery?

I snatch the paper and pen back. It’s time to make a stand for right.

“Look, actually, forget this. Let me take you to a doctor and pay for your exam. If…if you want to pursue charges against him later, don’t tell him I told you this, but you can write a letter of complaint to Cloud, attention Takaki Saeko. We have an extradition treaty with your country and…”

Oh god, I can already feel my pocketbook screaming…

“…I’ll make sure this gets to the right authorities. Shall we go?”

God, I hate myself sometimes.

 

[Osuteno]

Osu... wasn't... The hell? What the actually fuck is... No.

This... Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in........... Breathe out.......... Relax.

Inside the library of Osu's mind a young girl finished some relaxation exercises and closed her book. She had really been enjoying reading centuries old gossip and now something this stupid was happening. She briefly considered the situation.

Osu was stupefied. Uso couldn't really blame the dumbass too much after all his worrying. Grabbing Osu by the metaphorical shoulders and pulling him away from the metaphorical helm, Uso decided it was time for her to take charge. Sure it was against the agreements she and the wimpy bastard made but this was an emergency situation and he wasn't objecting.

The gaze on Osu's face shifted from disbelief to tired and annoyed. The harsh gaze of course belonged not to Osu, but the other living soul residing in his body. Uso glanced around the room much more calmly than Osu had been able to and locked eyes with the elephant in the room, as they were greeted.

Although the same vocal chords and mouth were being used the cold voice that came out could never be mistaken for the gentle tone of Osu. Kit would likely guess what this meant but who knows how Saeko will understand the extreme shift. "I could make a litter, but I am not touching any of the sheets in this room. Anything in this room for that matter."

Saeko then went on a long and drawn out tangent. There was so much nonsense and backtracking that Uso simply grew bored listening to it.

The only thing Uso cared about right now was law and order. She had her own personal sense of noblesse oblige which was more demanding than giving, and someone in this room was guilty of something. Still, she couldn't help but feel things would be a lot more convenient if that criminal was simply Kouin for having a sex party while the kage was fighting across the street.

Flat out she asked the woman, "I don't ever want to know the specifics, but did this man force you to do anything or did you force him to do anything? I would revive him right now and involve him in the conversation but honestly he is the last thing in this room I will touch until he is cleaned." She would have been able to heal him from a distance if that ability post were approved but that aside the mere thought of putting her blood inside of him right now would have been disgusting beyond belief.

 

[Sand Council]

Shi​

They found him in this state of disgrace and undress...

It would appear that they seemed more interested in their friend's guilt than in the possibility that he was the victim. It was rather unfortunate that they seemed to ignore the welts and bruises on his back and buttox, the chaffed and abraded skin about his ankles and his wrists. There was bruising around his neck from where a chain once was. He was also unconscious, recently pierced but still breathing. She was also fully dressed with not a mark on her. She was an opportunist in more ways than one.

Shi nodded in affirmation as she tried to work up the will to release a flow of salty tears. It would take a moment to find a memory profound enough to make the hardened Soverign sob but she dug deep enough to find something. A pair of streams ran down the sides of her porcelain face as she forced a sniffle. "Yes, it was horrible," she cried his hands over her face not to hide her tears but rather to obscure the lack thereof. She bit the inside of her lip to cause a fresh batch to well up as she added, "he offered to walk me home from the bar because I was drunk." It was a normal enough prelude for a predator. "I-I do not even remember getting here," she pretended to admit as she feigned distress and confusion. "He did... and made me do all these terrible things," she grimaced as if she was trying to remember a devastating and horrible memory. "He-He pierced himself under the influence of euphorium a-and..." She ran over to the littlest of the 'rescue team' if that is what you could call it and wrapped her arms around the the youngest member of the crew.

Yes, she was throwing him under the metaphorical bus and then pulling the vehicle in reverse before she ran him over a second time. As if he was not abused enough, it seemed as if she was going to screw him over one last time.

 

[Shinrya Kitsune]

Kitsune listened to the womans explanation of what had gone on, as she looked around the place. Something didn’t add up. She was impeccably dressed and didn’t have a single scratch on her, yet Kouin was on the floor with marks around his neck, fresh piercings, and chafed skin on his ankles and wrists. She put on a glove and turned Kouin over carefully onto his back, to reveal the large bruises and welts. Being a whip user herself, Kitsune could easily see these were the work of a whip, and most definitely not self inflicted. She opted to keep this information to herself until they had gotten Kouin somewhere safe.

”Sounds like you had a tough time, dear.” Kitsune said, feigning sympathy ”We’ll handle him, you go on and get somewhere safe. This could get messy.” she stated in a matter-of-fact type of tone as she whipped out a scroll to summon a few supplies. Mainly a blanket to wrap Kouin in, and a harness so he could be safely restrained to prevent causing more damage to himself and his surroundings. Of course, if he were to wake up, he’d be able to stop Kitsune from wrapping him in the harness. But she’d still try to wrap him in a blanket, if only to cover him up.

 

[Kouin]

His sleeping body, rolled neatly in a sheet his stark body invisible to the world. Until he was abruptly removed from his cocoon like cover, his head banged against the floor shaking him awake. He would even feel someone attempt to harness, and wrap him back up as a burrito, but he wasn't having that; his blood was a mixed bag of tricks, containing furiously prideful blood which refused to settle. Even knocked out, his extreme perception allowed him to absorb the information which was floating around the area; words of slander and lies, tarnishing his already meager reputation. Claiming he would already be thrown onto disability when he was perfectly capable, yet they believed his was the culprit, that he was the dangerous one, did they really care so little for him that would trust some foreigner over their sennin?

Ire filled his bones, lightning emitted from his body as he began to harness his gravitational powers to lift his body up. He sliced his arm downward, ripping a a hole into his temporal dimension and pulled out an attire much more befitting than his naked body. He donned a sleek black suit with a contrasting white shirt. Adjusting his tie, he stared at the trio that entered, Are all kumo-nin this foolish, or are you two just the exception to that? His words were cold and icy as he directed them to Osu and his cousin. He gave questioning glare towards Kitsune, one which would speak fathoms silently, I expected better assistance with you at the very least. He shook his head in disbelief as they pointed fingers at him in blank accusation. The lightning around him grew as he felt the stupidity fuel his ire. The room would feel heated again as he gaze shifted to his cousin, You make baseless accusations when I'm the one knocked out, pierced, whipped and beaten and I'M THE BAD GUY He rubbed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to cool his fire, but he found no solace in it.

He paced back as he compartmentalized all the information into his mind and began to systematically sift through it all, You cretins legitimately think I would cause all this to myself? He approached the devilish vixen and locked eyes with her, his look held confusion and slight apprehension for what he was about to do, but he didn't care because they didn't care. He gripped tightly around Shi's forearm and held it up, he studied it carefully and gave himself a nod of approval. With his free hand he formed his chakra blade in his hand and tested the weight. He had never actually used it before, but it felt perfect in his hand, yet a clean cut didn't seem appropriate for his anger. He threw the blade swiftly downward, and impaled it deep into the foot of Shi, he moved close to her ear, Tell me, can you feel the paaain? He snickered quietly into her ear as he pulled away slightly, yet still maintaining a strong grip on her arm.

He extended her arm to normal length it would go until he felt it stop. What? Can't go any further? Pity... He jerked on the arm as swiftly and abruptly as he could; he didn't care for her shrieks, in fact they would only fuel him. Hours of torturous and humiliating deeds puts a real damper on ones mercy, and the resurrection of his former self gave no leeway for the vixen. The barely budged, but he wouldn't relent, not even if his rescue squad pleaded him to stop. He rose his hand to the sky and opened a gate of storm, You want to cry? You want to play the victim? I'll give you a reason to cry and be victimized, I'll show you pain. He called a singular blade down from the heavens to impale her other foot. Bones crushed under the immense downward force caused by the blade, blood sprayed across the walls of the room; the skies above were dancing to the beat of Kouin's ire, and it moved ferociously.

He yanked sharply on her arm once more, but with more force; he could fee the arm pull from its' socket as it started to become undone, Why don't you just remove your arm like before? Or maybe... Maybe you want me to hurt you... He walked back towards her with her slightly dislocated arm, and began to roll it around in a full circle, How does that feel? You enjoy that pain my poppet? He popped the arm back in place and snickered, Let's see if the other arm gives way any easier, or maybe you'll just stay difficult and we can go at it for hours on end. He dropped her arm and moved towards the dresser which had his gear placed. If the trio tried to stand in his way at all he would shove them aside and pay them no looks; they forsaken him, his forgets them. He picked up his syringe of Serpent's Blood and smiled maliciously, This should make you less troublesome

He walked halfway back towards her before he stopped mid stride, he could feel his blood boil reach an apex, his rippled eyes glowed with a fiery ember as he turned his head towards the trio, I wouldn't try to stop me... Lest you want to see the wrath of my ire.. If words could drip, his would've dripped with succinct bloodlust. He continued his advance on the bound women twirling the syringe in his hand humming a tune of lust. He held the syringe pressed against her external carotid artery and drew close to her ear; he cooed into her ear much like she did to him, Let me see you tremble, Shi-chan. He grabbed hold of her head to prevent any resistance from his torment and carefully slid the syringe in and pushed the liquid into her blood stream. Her being well verse in poisons, par knowing to use the heaven's touch on him while seizing, she would know what effects would come. Maybe a spasming arm would be more malleable and tear right off? Let's find out shall we?

He grabbed hold of her unabused arm, and felt the spasms begin. He held a cold blank stare on her face, not reacting to any scream or shout for mercy; this man knew no such knowledge of the word. The only mercy that he delivered was a cold death, but she wouldn't get off that easy. The spasms began to reach their peak, and it was then would twist her arm against the force of the spasms; bones cracking echoed violently through the room, splintered fragments burst from her skin and a wicked smile curled over his face with devilish intent. Ah poo, that one didn't snap.... Let's try the other one maybe? He grabbed hold for the final time on her other harm, he could feel the fight leave her as the struggles became less, and the pull simpler, he frowned in disappointment; he expected to at least get a few hours of fight out of her, Did I say you can rest? Anger bellowed the area as he twisted her arm one final time; bones snapped all the way her arm, he could feel it grow limp in his grip, and with a final jerk of his arm he tore her arm off asunder. Black tendrils herald out of arm like a swarm of bees. He threw the dismembered arm to the ground and gave it a quick stomp; Those monstrosities prodded me in ways no one could fathom, they humiliated and disgraced my body, yet in your puny minds; you could only fathom my fault in the matter regardless of the sheer evidence right in front of you? I was right when I spoke of the village the first time.... Ignorance is not an excuse nor bliss. It's only suffering.

 

[Sand Council]

The redhead started to package the Sennin in a makeshift papoose which would have made the Sennin the world's largest neophyte. That would have been the space that until then Taro occupied. Auspiciously, the Sennin did not continue to slumber. A droning hum started to emanate from his body; his limp, partially covered form had started to levitate. His eyes opened, the rippled rinnegan seemed colder, not quite so pathetic and needy. Was this disgrace finally enough to reveal the real man hiding behind the sniveling facade, a strange cruel smile came across Shi's face. She crossed her arms over her ample bosum as she stood there idly and let him get some clothes on. She seemed utterly disinterested in what would happen to her and amused by the ire in his eyes. "Morning little energizer," she greeted the disgraced Sennin.

Are all kumo-nin this foolish, or are you two just the exception to that?

His voice had a rumble to it that it did not have previously. Shi snickered lightly, despite her efforts to drive the man mad she seemed to only deepen his lust but not his wrath or avarice or a vice that she had any use for. They were the fall and return of his pride and indignity, not the exhibitionism, not the helpless sense one would feel from being bound, disgraced and lewdly maimed. He cared about what they believed and they assumed the worst of him so simply and their lack of concern was obvious despite the fact that he had suffered. His situation was not as unusual as statistics would suggest -- men are often not viewed as victims in the same way women are and the shame of admission only compounds the lack of report.

You make baseless accusations when I'm the one knocked out, pierced, whipped and beaten and I'M THE BAD GUY

"Pretty sure you liked it, there was begging involved," she reminded him, poking the beast. The man was a hopeless pervert despite the facade he shown his 'allies' if that was what he called this 'rescue force.' She sat on the edge of the rubber-covered bed, watching the show unfurl.

You cretins legitimately think I would cause all this to myself?

A low guffaw left her lips as she pulled herself to her feet. "Yes," she answered for them as she straightened her minidress. "You picked a girl up from a bar. Do I look capable of overpowering you?" Yes, she wanted to see him mad, to see the cumulation of his seething anger and indignity finally come to a boil. He looked like a pot that was about to boil over and she wanted to see what happened. His eyes seemed to burn into her as the disgraced but recently clothed Sennin stormed over to her and and his fingers wrapped around her slender pale wrist. He pulled it up in a single rough motion that caused her to grimace. "Little late," she complained defiantly, out of the corner of her eye she saw a chakra blade form around his hand. "Excuse you," she protested, her brow furrowed and she let out a snarl through a perfect set of white teeth. She started to pull away while her free hand attempted to slap him across his face. If he did not avoid her attack which was doubtful considering their proximity she would strike him with the full brunt of her power, leaving a hand-shaped welt that would become a bruise on the side of his face. Deftly Kouin threw the blade downward and skewered her foot. The fine bones in her foot splayed with the insertion of the foreign energy and she let out a scream. His powerful grip persisted about her wrist and her foot remained nailed to the floor as he drew close, even with a layer of fresh clothes he could not hide that debauched scent.

Tell me, can you feel the paaain?

He snickered quietly into her ear as he pulled away slightly and he extended Shi's arm its full length.

What? Can't go any further? Pity...

With a sudden, cruel motion he yanked her arm and he would feel it nearly pop from the socket. She let out a gasp and her eyes rolled back in her head as he let her find bliss. Her knees wavered with the rush of pain, like ecstasy.

You want to cry? You want to play the victim? I'll give you a reason to cry and be victimized, I'll show you pain.

"Yes!" She screamed, likely announcing the very opposite thing anyone in the room expected. The rumbling storm overhead was highlighted with latent electrical energy. The dreary glow seemed to converge at the epicenter directly overhead. Downward it was cast, the twisting arcing current of chakra that carried a blade dispelled by the very heavens that shot through her other foot. The piercing blow cut through her, blood pooled around her foot and her toes curled. Her bones adjacent turned to gravel and flecks of blood splattered about them pair. She let out a cry, her face contorted into something of both anguish and felicity. This was a strange inversion of their tryst, this time she was bound but not nearly as secure. Both of her feel pinned to the carpeted floor.

He would jerk on her arm again in a most excruciating manner. It would feel as if elastic bands were being pulled to their limit and then torn. Connected by a thin layer of skin, her disfigured shoulder was no longer connected with solid bone. She let out a screech. Her free hand shot up to grab the man in such close proximity and squeeze his family jewels.

Why don't you just remove your arm like before? Or maybe... Maybe you want me to hurt you...

It was a deep, visceral pain, this grating sensation that could be felt by both parties and overheard by spectators as he twisted the displaced joint in his hand and she was no kinder with the motions of her unabused limb. Still, what he did hurt more although if he did not avoid her grip his grandchildren might be also singing soprano. Her legs gave out beneath her and she fell to her knees as she let out a terrible sound that was similar to an animal being slaughtered. She also might have orgasm, this being the first time today. Yes, folks we fake it most of the time.

How does that feel? You enjoy that pain my poppet?

With a sudden upward motion, her bruised and swollen shoulder was slid back into its socket. Pain would wash over her, it was unadulterated rapture. She was panting, finely misted with sweat. "I can take what I give," a husky voice replied. She really wanted to find out where this is going, this was finally starting to get hot.

Let's see if the other arm gives way any easier, or maybe you'll just stay difficult and we can go at it for hours on end.

Her palm pressed against the floor, the pain was causing her vision to blur. Despite this, she could still take all four of them if she wanted to and she wondered if they realized this fact. He dropped her arm and walked away, was he truly so confident in this tantrum and tirade that she would not respond? It was almost offensive. She raised her unblemished limb to her damaged shoulder. It felt loose in its socket. She frowned with slight annoyance as she popped it back into place. Her tendrils were set in their ways and new where that humerus belonged and with a sudden jolt of movement. The blades that impaled her feet and nailed them to the ground had become lose since she was brought to her knees. She pulled the sword from her foot with her unblemished arm whilst her other started to settle on a deep purple hue.

This should make you less troublesome

Was she nervous, mildly. Nobody liked the spend the entire endeavor restrained although Kouin did not seem to mind most of it. She did not see what he had in his hand, the syringe he liberated from the dresser surface was from his own private stock.

I wouldn't try to stop me... Lest you want to see the wrath of my ire..

He warned his 'allies.' If words could sear, his would. She attempted to peel her second foot from the floor as the contented Sennin hummed an eerie tune. His hands tangled themselves into her hair and her neck was exposed as he pulled her head to the side. She let out a low moan as she felt a syringe press against her tender flesh. He cooed into her ear much like she did to him, Let me see you tremble, Shi-chan. It pierced her neck and met her throbbing artery. She did not have time to ponder the effects of the toxic juice he instilled into her. Her uninjured arm reached up and grabbed hold of the tie around his neck that she drew into her. She was attempting to bring him in for a kiss.

Maybe a spasming arm would be more malleable and tear right off? Let's find out shall we?

She lost control of her body as she felt her body tense. Her fingers would curl and with a sudden tonic-clonic movement her body would nearly bring her to a seizure. She could not hold back her cries of pain as her body revolted against the poison that ran through her veins. It felt as if she was burning from the inside as her limbs insisted on contorting. In absolute opposition of her writing and jerking movements she would feel his hands wrap around her arm and with a powerful twist; her bones snapped and the brittle sound reverberated through the room. Blood spurted from her neck at the site of the injury and sprayed the distant walls as well as the madman. Splintered fragments of bone jutted out from her flesh as her skin ripped but the arm remained intact held together by torn strands of muscle, tendon and flesh.

Ah poo, that one didn't snap.... Let's try the other one maybe?

The poison had weakened her body's resolve, reduced to a useless quiver as he grabbed hold of her other arm.

Did I say you can rest?

He gave her arm a final twisting tug that was in cadence with her cries. The bone fractured in its joint, fragments of rough bone displaced as her flesh ripped apart. Her arm was ripped off, the fingers still moving and twitching as it was tossed aside. Blood poured from her like a rushing current and confused and displaced dark tendrils, some resembled broken rubber bands with minds of their own. He stomped on her arm, the one that had been ripped from her and she let out another terrible sound.

Those monstrosities prodded me in ways no one could fathom, they humiliated and disgraced my body, yet in your puny minds; you could only fathom my fault in the matter regardless of the sheer evidence right in front of you? I was right when I spoke of the village the first time.... Ignorance is not an excuse nor bliss. It's only suffering.

 

[Osuteno]

Uso stared at the girl who had just heard her say she didn't want to touch anything in this room. She had said that clearly right? Did everyone hear her correctly? Uso broke out of the hug with an intense need to burn her clothes.

Next it was Kouin. Who the hell was he calling foolish? When exactly did she say he did crap to himself? Was everyone in this room fucking deaf?

Did he just call her a cretin?! And what about his injuries? They had just entered the damn room moments ago. Moments! She had the time to ask the girl for her testimony. The only thing she had seen so far of Kouin was the man's erection before looking away. The old woman was handling that side of things. How did these people think investigations worked? Yes Saeko had jumped to some uneducated conclusion but what gave him the right to lump her in with anyone?

And now he was having some sort of mental breakdown and torturing the girl. Apparently to show he wasn't some sex fiend he was displaying his abilities to fucking rip someone's arm off. It's a bold strategy Cotton, let's see if it pays off for him. Not even mentioning the fact he was poisoning her. And the bitch was enjoying it! She was getting off on being treated like a murderer's fuckdoll!

And then there was the last piece of utter bullshit that came out of his mouth. What the hell was wrong with this madman? No that would be exactly it, he was insane. Of course the last thing you should do to a crazy person is antagonize them. Still this display the so called sennin was making was disgraceful a thousand times over. And he was insulting her intelligence yet again to boot. The fucking hell was going on here? Murder or damned exhibitionism?

Ah, Uso was done with this. She closed her eyes and started rubbing her temples. She wanted her vacation back. How would this report even go? "When we got there the sennin had apparently been raped a bunch maybe (???), then he mutilated the responsible party's body while his sanity drifted off and the whore pretty much came when her arm was ripped off. Would recommend having them both treated at the Takao Institute for a while but don't mistake that as me offering to handle that because I certainly won't."

... The fuck was up with this bitch's heartbeat?

 

[Takaki Saeko]

The sheer edge of what I'm witnessing cuts my undefended eyes and fells me like a loli homunculus straight out of a badly-written eroge. If this is a grail war, then I've definitely lost and had my heart gouged out from my chest. Not even Tohsaka's anus can save me now, because people die when they are killed, and just because I'm correct doesn't mean I'm right.

Note to self: if you get back to Kumo alive, make sure you change the locks on your apartment. Even if all you have is like twenty lousy yen to your name, make sure that cousin Kouin hasn't got a way to get in. At this rate, dude's gonna murder you in your sleep and fuck the body.

Actually, scratch that plan. The better and safer thing to do is just drop everything and move in with Kahako for a few days. Or months. Or years.

Also, once you've done so, never ever leave the house again.

I fall on my ass and push away from the gory spectacle in front of me in a most undignified fashion. Shit. Where were the exits again? The weird thing is that Kouin's victim looks like she's kind of enjoying being torn apart in front of everyone, but for me, that's simply a fetish too far. The whole guro thing is just a joke, right? If you fap to it, you're just being ironic, right?

My back collides with Kitsune's legs. I look up at my auntie with tearful doe-eyes and for the first time in my life, I actually feel the need for motherly affection. Or at least she could let me motorboat her. It's all good, it's all the same.

"Auntie Kits, let's get the hell outta here," I stammer. "Kouin's in full fedora mode and I ain't got no build to fight him with! He's gonna push me down and wear my face as underwear!"

 

[Shinrya Kitsune]

Kitsune folded her arms. Did Kouin just glare at her? Sure as hell looked like he did. ”I took what I could get, y’know.” she responded, entirely picking up on what he meant with his glare. Then, he spent some time accusing Osu and Saeko of accusing him of stuff. She decided to spend some time investigating the remains of the room, as well as making sure to snapshot the whole ordeal, right until Kouin nailed Shi’s foot with a chakra rod. She raised an eyebrow at the unexpected turn of events, but decided it’d be wiser if she didn’t get in his way while he raged.

Hold up. Did blondie just gasp in pleasure? Did she just moan out from having her arm almost dislodged from the socket? Huh… Guess she’s a masochist. Who knew? ”What a surprise. I didn’t take you for a sadomasochist, Kouin-san. Y’know, if you wait a bit between actions, the pain from one won’t dull the pain from the next.” she said with a sadistic smirk. Of course, being a fiercely dominant person herself, Kitsune had quite the experience with inflicting pain on others for pleasure. Both her own, and the recipients that is. After the rather extended display of lewdness, that seemed to include blondie getting off multiple times, and Saeko falling on her ass and stammering.

”You two go on ahead.” she said firmly ”I have to make sure Kouin-san is alright. Physically and mentally. You both know how important he is, and I’m not about to let him down. Okay?” she continued and looked down at Saeko, reaching out to help her up from the dusty and debris-filled floor. Once she was sure Saeko was on her feet and ready to leave, she stepped closer to Kouin and placed her hand on his shoulder to transfer a memory to the man. It was of what Kitsune had experienced upon entering the room, and it included her train of thought. Specifically the bits that would tell him that she knew he was the victim in this case, and not the perpetrator.

She leaned close and whispered a single sentence into his ear. ”I know you’re the victim, Kouin-san.” she whispered, so low that only Kouin would be able to hear her voice. Then she let go of his shoulder, severing the connection between the memory and his head and took two steps back, to see what he’d do now.

 

[Kouin]

His rage was focused an calculated, nothing ws likely to distract him from his tirade at his 'fellow' shinobi, yet that didn't mean he couldn't hear the poking statements from the third party; egging him on, fueling him further, but that would just make what he had planned for her all the more juicy. He felt no remorse in these malicious thoughts, in fact they gave him a great sense of joy and euphoria; he could feel the voice that was always lurking in the back of his head, the voice that was watching everything, the voice was now the host, and he wasn't as nice of a guy as the one before.

As he made his approach he would ignore her words, they didn't matter anymore, he was dead set in the course of action he was going to take and nothing was going to stop him, just like nothing stopped her. The say goes 'An eye for an eye', well he was going to give that saying a much more sadistic meaning. He scoffed at her when she brought her free hand in protest, I don't believe I gave you permission to protest. His free hand reached up and locked hands with Shi; he moved in close with an assurance that he still smelled of the debauchery, he whispered in her ear Lets's have some fun, shall we?

Her screams filled the once empty room, but now they have an audience, though this one wasn't oblivious to the acts occurring. No he wanted them all to see, just like she wanted them all to see; her screams sent a shiver of joy down his spine. It has been such a long time since he had been cruel to someone on purpose, but the feeling was so exhilarating he wanted more, he needed more. She had changed his inner mechanism to find join the pain, regardless of the source. He wanted to feel the same unadulterated rapture he felt well locked up and helpless, but now he was delivering and he could feel the ecstasy well up in his stomach. Just how far was he willing to take this? His rage already boiling over, would he also get lost in rapture?

He expected a much different response to his brutality, but her screams weren't ones of pain or suffering. He could a gasp leave her mouth as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her knees quivered with ecstasy. This didn't lead to any recourse, in fact in only made him want to do worse and terrible things to her; much worse and terrible things. She screamed yes with great ecstasy, a look of surprise washed over his face, but was then replaced with a wicked smile curled around his his mouth, now he now how she felt when he begged to be abused, Allow me to indulge you then. He was well versed in tactical brutality, but he had never used for bedroom play, that just seemed like an absurd thing to do, but now he saw no other way.

His blade impaled her foot with precise accuracy, his bindings were far less 'secure' than her's were, but he was positive his hurt tremendously worse. He ran his free hand along the side of her dress; he could feel every curve of her voluptuous figure at his finger tips, You have such a lovely figure, why not we show it off a bit more? He molded more of his chakra to take the form more akin to dagger, he brandished the chakra stiletto in his hand, and cast it downward through the cords keeping the dress together. He let out a low whistle and cooed, Much more appealing He took a voyeuristic look at what his hands were doing; as the pieces of fabric fell to the floor he whispered into her ear, We are malleable He had learned the phrase only a short while ago, but he sounded rather natural. Being able to bend and mold to the given situation, but never breaking, never snapping even under immense pressure; that's what it meant to be truly malleable.

He never expected him to take such actions, but in this exact instance he felt more alive than he did at any point in time. He felt her free hand grip hold of his family jewels, he winced slightly at the sudden shock, but that only made him yank and pull harder on the arm. He could hear the screams of joy explode from her lips; the sounds you'd expect a wild animal in heat to make. He wasn't doing this anymore for vengeance, no he was enjoying this just as much as she was. The joy of going from complete helplessness to absolute and utter control were astoundingly sensual; being his first experience, he doubted any other moment would eclipse this moment.

He noticed droplets fall from Shi's leg. He ran two fingers down the inside of her leg and brought them to her mouth, if she refused he would plug her nose until she opened to breath, How does it taste? Do you enjoy the taste of your shame? He whispered into her ear as he bit at it playfully. I can take what I give A full smile curled around his face, I hope you don't live to regret that sentiment.

He returned as noticed she removed one of his bindings, Is my little plaything trying to run from me? He feigned disappointment; he twirled his hand in the air, and lightning ran up and wrapped around her feet and shins, Where would be the fun if I just let you run off my kitten? Whether out of fear or just knowing better than to stand in a pissed off living weapons way, none of the rescuers stood to dissuade him from his acts of brutality; did they just simply not care? It didn't matter much to him anyway. As he held the syringe to her artery he felt her grab at his tie, an intense panic nearly washed over him as he thought she was about to choke him, but even further to his surprise he was met with a pair of heated lips. Time seemed to stand still as they intertwined lips and injected to toxin into her blood, And here I thought you were beginning to lose your fun. A furious passion seemed to be building up inside both of them, something he couldn't ignore and sure she couldn't either. With a resounding snap of his fingers, a warm white light emitted from his body, enveloping himself and Shi; they were placed into a temporal stasis in time, the people on the outside would only see this as a mere blip in time whilst time for them would move at a normal pace.

Being in control of this realm gave him a lot of liberties, especially with the x&y axis. Shi would find herself temporally unrestrained, but lying down on the bed. He moved over her, and brought his head to her neck and gave it a few quick pecks, and slowly moved up her neck to her ear, Let me show you some more fun.. He gave a playful nibble at the ear and intertwined lips once more. Time stood still here from the outside view, they could spend hours, or even days inside and it would only appear to be mere seconds or maybe minutes to the onlookers outsider, but none would see the deeds that were being done; this would be their secret tryst.

[FTB]

As time began to return to normal, the trio would only notice him readjusting his tie and re-tucking his shirt. The passionate tryst being a interlude much needed from the seething inferno that had developed from his hands, yet his ire wasn't satisfied, he needed the icing on the cake, the cherry on top of the ice cream. He circled his finger around her breast, and gave a modest yank on the chain, and sent his own current through it for a moment.

He kicked her torn limb towards the trio, and turned back to his play thing. He wrapped his arm around her in a less than tender embrace; he moved his hand over the artery jutting out blood and mended it with time, Don't want you passing out just yet, I still have one more gift for you... Or punishment. He placed his free hand on her chest where her heart would be. He could feel the pumping sensation of multiple hearts, and he couldn't help but sneer, Let's see how heartless you can truly be shall we? His hand erupted into a precise blade of lightning chakra; he held it up against her skin, yet not enough to pierce it yet. He wanted to here her screams of protest or struggle, but his grip around her wouldn't allow much room for that.

When he felt the time was right, he would pull his arm back, and with no hesitation he would plunge it deep into her chest. He could feel the ribs break under the force of his speared hand. After entry the lightning dispelled, he could feel the beating of the heart in his hand. With a strong grip he would tear it straight from her chest. The fresh scent of blood permeated the air around them.

He would continue this brutal process of finding each heart in her body, and rupturing his hand inside and tearing it out. After each successful de-hearting, he would seal the wound shut as if it never happened, but the pain very much so did. He would eventually be met with one final beat, one faint beat. A voice was telling him to finish her and put her out of her misery already, but was that the worse thing he could do? Or would forcing her bring herself back from the brink of death and despair the more pain filled option? He brought his bloodied hand up to her chin and brought her head up; he gave her a fiery kiss, salty with sprayed blood and sweat, it lasted only a moment and then he released his grip and let her fall to the floor.

With a surprise he felt snap shot images of the scene unravel back into his head, his fury nearly peaking further than what it had originally, but these weren't in ridicule. No, they were meant to show him something specifically, but what? He could Kitsune attempt to shield his stark body from the eyes of the innocent, and harness him so he wouldn't put up a fight; he would see that she observed the lashings and welts covering his body; he was angry at these images, angry at everything. He gently smacked the hand away, and shook his head, Time might heals these wounds, but they won't fix what she did... These thoughts, they will ravage my mind to no end. Abd of all people to be betrayed by, my cousin was the last person I anticipated. I just need some time to think... He would only mouth thank you; he knew she didn't actually need to see him mouth it as her sharingan allowed her to pick up on muscle movements, he was sure she would know what he said.

 

[Takaki Saeko]

Things have taken a turn for the weird. At first I thought Kouin had merely gone mad with power and had decided to take out his wrath on a defenseless local girl. After all, what do you call impaling someone’s feet to the floor and then ripping her arm off? But what truly made everything crash into the uncanny valley was the fact that the girl seemed to be… enjoying every minute of it.

I’ve heard plenty of screaming in my life. I know the difference between a scream of terror, and a scream of intense pleasure. Hell, I’ve done plenty of both. This woman’s definitely doing the latter, even though by all rights she should be unconscious from blood loss. What exactly is going on here?

Perhaps I’ve been wrong: perhaps what I’m seeing is entirely consensual, although this is the sort of thing that makes law enforcement require you to notify your constable twenty-four hours ahead of any planned sexual encounter. Hello officer, I plan to go to a really nice restaurant with a girl I’ve been seeing. After we down a bottle of wine and a grilled pizza I’m taking her to my place where we’ll both douse ourselves in gray paint and pretend to be characters from a webcomic with a cancerous fanbase! Either way, I’m definitely making sure that Kouin notifies me a day ahead of any kinky business he wants to get up to, so I can make sure I hide somewhere else during the tryst.

And yet, for all my revulsion at the events that have unfolded in front of me, I can’t deny that I kind of want to see more. I’ve never witnessed this side of my goofy cousin before, and strangely enough, seeing him as a picture of raw, terrorizing sexuality is compelling in its own right. This realization immediately disturbs me, though. I’m afraid that I could theoretically be attracted to him, and that’s a huge problem because the family trees of Kumo already look more like ladders than anything else. No, I can’t open this Pandora’s Box. I need to get out of here now.

Trying to look away from the sight, I take Osuteno by the arm and whisk him away while trying to cover his eyes. “This is too X-rated for us! You can’t show this stuff on a family-friendly ninja RPG!”

[TLUS]

 

[Osuteno]

There was something incredibly off about the woman's heartbeat. She had six. Six hearts beating that is. Then she started having less heartbeats. They... were really going at it weren't they? Raiden above these bloody filthy animals. No, animals don't enjoy being torture sex dolls or whatever the fuck this situation was. Still, the elimination of heartbeats drew her curiosity enough for Uso to open her eyes just to see but Saeko came up from behind and covered her eyes while pulling on her arm to lead her out of the room. Uso didn't really fight her on that. Who the hell knew what was going to happen next with Kouin making new holes in the crazy torture whore from hell.

Still she could not keep all her thoughts to herself and began mumbling as she was pulled along. "My vacation was cut short because of this ridiculous crap. They were bat shit crazy. I don't care if she had 6 hearts, she isn't allowed to enjoy that. I feel so dirty just being in that room. I need to bathe so badly I can't stand it. And a drink! People drink to inhibit thought right? I want a whole damn barrel to black out this whole snafu." Normally everything the kids wrote down and recorded every experience in their mental library. This would not ever even be mentioned in a footnote and the day hidden away from the normal records.

Meanwhile the Osu part of their mind was still having trouble starting back up due to each new revelation that occurred in that room.

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TLUS

 

[Sand Council]

Pain reminds you that you are alive. It is something that lets you know that you are not entirely numb. It is like when you bite your lower lip just to know it was still truly there, incapable of simply assuming that because it always has been in that same spot that it would still be there. It is like watching something terrible to sate a morbid curiosity. Ever want to hurt something, not because you were angry but because you were wondering or bored? Everyone has the same dark nature about them, this prying need or want that they dare not admit to even their closest confidant. Admitting these sinister considerations can be terrifying and embarrassing but even in that shame comes some sick satisfaction and exhilaration that is near impossible to define. What happens when you submit -- not just to another but to yourself? When you release your inhibitions and allow those primal and disturbing thoughts take flight there is a feeling of peace that accompanies that interminable rage? One learns that the well is truly boundless and the only limiting factor is truly one's own endurance to give or to take. There is a sense of ecstasy that comes from the loss of restraint or the gaining thereof. A loss of responsibility and blame because all someone had to account for is the sounds they made, the breaths they take and the beating of their ...six hearts.

A blade of chakra ran down her laces, ripping through the taut pieces of cord. Beyond the maze of old scars, long ago turned silver and fine she had nothing to be ashamed of. A runic tattoo on her lower left rib would be easy enough for most to recognize as a cursed seal that she had not even bothered to activate. The air felt cold in contrast. The spectators were a non-concern to her, although lust was hardly her sin but rather wrath. The measure of her strength and endurance, of her weakness and vulnerability would not be found in her pride long ago stripped away and his more recently. It was rather found in the pleasure that came with pain, when the two terrible sensations became so closely intertwined that it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began as the assault continued. The sounds she made were not right, these cries between ragged breaths were not pleas to cease but wordless petitions rather to carry on. They seemed to only add fuel to Kouin's carnal fires as he went from lovely victim to devilish miscreant.

She had grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him in for a rough kiss. She let out a low growl when the kiss broke. And here I thought you were beginning to lose your fun. He snapped his fingers and she blinked as she normally would only to find herself in a place she was not before. She did not know how she got there and for the first time in a very very long time the trepidation started to creep past the point of arousal. His odd ability to warp and bend reality to his liking was cause for disquiet but also vulgar prurience. He crawled on top of her and she attempted to wrap her legs around him in an attempt to pull him closer. What happened in there between the maimed Soverign and the disgraced Sennin would be anyone's guess.

[FTB]​

After a protracted period of time that would seem like a moment, an exhausted, splayed and spent number lay limp and pale. The things she saw -- the horrible things. She stared off at the ceiling, at the verge of unconsciousness. The only sign she was still alive was the breaths she still took and the occasional blink. She was bleeding, badly from an artery in her neck and the dark rubber sheets were coated in the sticky crimson sanguine fluid. The room had a sickly scent, that of blood which has an aged and stomach churning stench after a very short time. Perhaps it is something biologically ingrained into us that makes our stomach do back-flips. Blood has this stale, deep scent to it that seems to permeate a space. All the same, this is what it was like to die. The hearts were slowing in there ultimate rhythm, the song was coming to an end.

There is a saying that time heals all wounds. The leaking wound on her neck had already been reduced to a sluggish trickle at this point on its own when the Seikon waved his hand over the dying woman's wound and it closed up leaving not even a scab in its wake. She was bruised and there were signs of an attempted struggle, but she was not the victor.

Don't want you passing out just yet, I still have one more gift for you... Or punishment.

There would be a faint drumming sensation felt beneath his hand as he pressed on her sternum. Resistance was futile for the nearly dead woman who only let out a barely audible moan and her head rolled to the side. She said something most likely although whatever it was it would not make any sense.

Let's see how heartless you can truly be shall we?

She could feel the radiant heat come off of the chakra blade that hovered millimeters above her flesh. She moved her arm restlessly, "fucking get over yourself." She tried to push him off of her but to no avail as he tightened his hold. "Stop it," she demanded in a shuddering voice barely over a whisper. "I already said I had enough," she insisted in a voice that was a shout to her but sounded like a normal speaking voice. She tried to fight him off but she couldn't, she was exhausted. Time had passed for them perhaps differently. It was not fun anymore, it had stopped a long time ago although she was not entirely sure of when it stopped and pain became pain and nothing more. The erotic nature of their union stopped being as such perhaps when it stopped being her choice entirely, when she was too tired and weak to fight back if she changed her mind. When she knew he would not listen to her say 'no'.

The searing blade of purse energy manifest sliced through her pallid flesh and broke through her sternum. She planted his hands on his shoulders as she let out a pained cry. His hand wrapped around her still beating heart, she could feel her breath leave her as his presence squeezed down on her ventricles. She coughed up a mouthful of blood that gurgled in the back of her throat as he ripped out the fist-sized organ from beneath her ribs. He would see broken bones, just a faint white in the darkness with jagged edges that seemed to pierce the empty space. In the depths of the hollow there would be others, other hearts that is that quivered from within. Shi would be unconscious by this point, she was only barely alive in that near exsanguinated woman. Dark restless tendrils still moved and snapped at the Kumo Sennin but they seemed to lack direction in the absence of cognition. His hand would thrust back inside her, invading the chest cavity and out would come yet another heart that would collapse onto itself in his hand before it was discarded. The process repeated itself until only one remained.

There would be one last bloodied kiss before she felt to the floor seemingly lifeless.

 

[Kouin]

His rage fueled bloodlust was winding down. He could feel the ire leave his bones as he ripped out each one of her hearts. He hushed screams made him almost feel sympathy for the wench, but she didn't care for what happened to him, so why should he? He simply placed her through more agonizing hell than he was. With each torn muscle sundered from her body he could feel something inside of him grow stronger; a malicious feeling of sorts, he had tasted blood again. The taste of bittersweet blood laced his lips for the first time in years. His Kumo side would've reacted much different, much more mildly, but his resuscitated self was a much different beast. He thrived on the taste of it, he didn't long for it in a stimulating manner, but he enjoyed watching his adversaries bleed and crumble in his hands.

He had fallen from his seat in grace and had fallen back into the pits of hell. A place where only demons could survive, a place only they could thrive and flourish. In the cusp of his own mind and in the wake of his own rapture, he stared around and they welcomed him with open arms, he was after all one of them, but stripped from his throne down under. The heat of the fires welled inside him, but they didn't burn. No, they invigorated him; he was unsure if she knew what she had reawakened, or if she even cared, because he didn't. He clenched his free hand, the movements felt foreign even to himself; his mind had gone threw a drastic shift, yet all these violent motions... They were all so natural, they required no external thought; his hand just reacted to what he felt. The sensation was glorious, he wanted to revel in this moment, but his play thing was dying in his hands, What a shame.. Her screams were so deliciously enticing, it was no wonder why she enjoyed tormenting him so. He could just envision how his cries of pain or pleasure just set her off, or his pleas to continued to be tortured and branded, and even marked with distinct jewelry. It sent an invigorating chill down his spine, but he didn't hate it now, but rather he enjoyed it.

He turn his head around and shot the trio a stare, We speak naught of this. This was a critical moment for himself, but no lapse in judgement, he knew full well what he did and what he said. No amount of medical treatment or psychiatric care would help unless they lobotomize him, which is easier said than done. He was slightly concerned how Kitsune would treat his sudden out burst, no man has ever witnessed him explode, at least no one still alive, No amount of test will yield conclusive results; I hope you know. He wasn't about to take a psychological exam, it would probably show him being unfit to lead in some way, which would lead to his position being revoked and then placed in the Takeo Ward in Kumo and be treated as a mental risk. That wasn't going to happen.

He took a mental image of the curse seal on her body, information no matter how simple could always be important. He knelt down next to the vixen that had crushed him in many ways; he parted the hair from her face, and wiped the blood from he face. He knew she couldn't have died, or rather died so quickly, but he moved close to her ear and whispered, This was the monster that laid dormant, are you proud of what you resuscitated? He expected no answers especially after the agonizing assault she had gone through. He rubbed his hand against her face as he stood back up just to feel the smoothness one last time.

With an adjustment of his tie, and a quick scruff of his hair to get the desired look he turned back to Kitsune. Make sure the area outside is secure; Saito-sama was in a fight with a women, about 5'6, light blue hair. Ayumu and Zo should both be at the scene. He took a glance out the window, but all he could disrupting smoke, he could make out five registered chakra signs, but no distinguishing features for him to make out. I'm going to investigate this building further, find out what they wanted with me specifically. He let out a sigh, he was unsure what he would uncover, or if he even wanted to find out, but he needed to know. Rather, he had to know; was he part of some greater scheme he was unaware of... Hopefully he would find some answers.

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