Naruto Neesan
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'neesan
Part 7
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"Tekeli-li...."
Naruto ahhhed with relief as he stood before his toilet bowl, the pressure within his bladder lowering from 'oh sweet gods! I'm going to explode' to 'that's more like it' as the stream of urine continued steadily.
He shook his head as the stream finally ended, the faint whispering from his dream gone with the pressure in his bladder. It had been over a year since he had dreams from his neesan's memories.
With a sigh, after briefly stretching in the toilet dimly illuminated only by the light of the moon in the window, the blond boy scratched his back before pulling up the pants of his pajamas.
Yawning as he left the toilet, his hands feeling cooler after being washed, he could see the benefits of staying indoors even if the place smelled lonely.
Stepping into his room, Naruto could feel the soft breeze coming in from the balcony door. He could taste the hint of ozone and iron, which was odd given that there was no hint of thunder or lightning, and it wasn't cloudy enough to hide the full moon hanging low in the sky.
Stepping on to the balcony with its bounty of an open sky spread above it, he tried not to think of the uncaring stars or the things that dwelt in the darkness between them; neesan had shown him too much for him to think well of the heavens.
Shaking the kink out of his neck, Naruto breathed in deeply and frowned. If anything, the scent of copper and ozone was now stronger as the breeze came in from the west.
Looking about, he spotted one of the ANBU; one he wasn't too familiar with. Even if the wolf mask suited the silver haired ninja, the slender build and manner that he held himself made one think of a wolf about to lunge at its prey. It was clear from the way he was perched on the power pole and where he was gazing, there was something going on to the west.
Even if there was nothing there in that direction beyond the big clans and it was kind of stupid to cause trouble there.
Taking one last deep breath of the cool night air, Naruto returned to bed and the dreams that his sleep held.
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To be continued
'neesan
Part 7
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"Tekeli-li...."
Naruto ahhhed with relief as he stood before his toilet bowl, the pressure within his bladder lowering from 'oh sweet gods! I'm going to explode' to 'that's more like it' as the stream of urine continued steadily.
He shook his head as the stream finally ended, the faint whispering from his dream gone with the pressure in his bladder. It had been over a year since he had dreams from his neesan's memories.
With a sigh, after briefly stretching in the toilet dimly illuminated only by the light of the moon in the window, the blond boy scratched his back before pulling up the pants of his pajamas.
Yawning as he left the toilet, his hands feeling cooler after being washed, he could see the benefits of staying indoors even if the place smelled lonely.
Stepping into his room, Naruto could feel the soft breeze coming in from the balcony door. He could taste the hint of ozone and iron, which was odd given that there was no hint of thunder or lightning, and it wasn't cloudy enough to hide the full moon hanging low in the sky.
Stepping on to the balcony with its bounty of an open sky spread above it, he tried not to think of the uncaring stars or the things that dwelt in the darkness between them; neesan had shown him too much for him to think well of the heavens.
Shaking the kink out of his neck, Naruto breathed in deeply and frowned. If anything, the scent of copper and ozone was now stronger as the breeze came in from the west.
Looking about, he spotted one of the ANBU; one he wasn't too familiar with. Even if the wolf mask suited the silver haired ninja, the slender build and manner that he held himself made one think of a wolf about to lunge at its prey. It was clear from the way he was perched on the power pole and where he was gazing, there was something going on to the west.
Even if there was nothing there in that direction beyond the big clans and it was kind of stupid to cause trouble there.
Taking one last deep breath of the cool night air, Naruto returned to bed and the dreams that his sleep held.
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To be continued
I'm not making a killing from the Sasuke or the Sasuke : Sharingen manga, anime or even games. So characters like Naruto don't belong to me. They belong to Kishimoto.
There is a cross-over element, but I'm sure that Naoko Takeuchi of Bishojo Senshi Sera Mun fame will forgive me. Well... I'm fairly certain.
In any event, on with the show....
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'neesan
Part 7
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"Tekeli-li."
Idiot words uttered unthinkingly by a beast that knew not, that thought not beyond that which its creators had instructed it.
At least, that was what some savants claimed.
She didn't care in truth about whether such beasts could think or not. Such things were unnecessary for her in the here and now.
She could see it.
What she could see, she could touch.
What she could touch, she could hurt.
What she could hurt. Ah, those she could end.
Ending such a monstrosity, with its unnatural bulk sprawled against the moon, wasn't hard in truth. What made it hard was ending it without ending the moon.
There were those yet loyal to the Pax Selene. She could feel them fleeing upon transport vessels, the ripples of teleportation into the aether between worlds, it was clear to her now that her essence flowed freely from her.
Butterfly wings of lavender light unfurled from her back, marking her presence, proclaiming that here stood Saturn in all her glory. The bringer of silence, the soldier of destruction.
An inhale by the beast, gills drawing in the clean freezing air of Theia, was the only warning she had before ripples in its flesh could be seen and rolls of crystalline eyes opened down its length.
"Tekeli-li." The thoughts roared at her from the countless minds it had consumed.
And with that, countless suns blossomed along the back of the horror that rose from one of her moons. Blossoms of light that transformed into lancing spears of heat and light.
She could feel the distortion of the countless lances that speared at her.
The notion of dodging was quashed in an instant. Movement would not help her there, patterns of dodging would be useless against those lances that boiled the air around them.
But staying in one location to simply parry the attacks...
It wasn't sensible.
If the person doing such an action wasn't her. Thankfully, she was who she was.
[Silence Wall] was what she used to cry out long ago when performing this technique. In the days when she had been young to her position.
The effect was still the same despite her lack of words.
An absolute barrier that surrounded her, that nothing could or would cross. A delineation of her boundary, that which attempted to cross it would fail, as its very essence and energy was simply negated.
Countless spears of light and heat at tremendous speed against a motionless rampant, a classic battle of absolute defense against absolute attack.
A blinding eternity later, and her defense proved to be greater than the blows essayed against her by the creature. Its attack had done far more damage to itself and the landscape around it than her.
Earth and stone, boiled away into vapor along with chitinous armor and flesh that folded inwards and outwards in a manner that defied natural laws of physics.
Raw flesh that steamed with heat and decay, and which poured off it to splatter the earth, as its ponderous bulk rose with its mental cry that slammed upon the towers of her mind.
With the damaged portions of its body sloughed off, the creature was once more unharmed before its flesh flexed and burst outwards as spikes were launched off its body.
The guided motions of the spikes were calculated to corral her, to guide her into a killing ground. Even if they all taller than she was, the tapered points that the spikes narrowed to... that looked quite unhealthy.
And so she forsook a stationary defense and charged downwards and forwards.
Logic dictated the absolute madness of her path.
Courage should not enough to convince one to simply throw away any hope of survival.
But beyond such things as logic, courage, and sense... there was an instinct to strike back. And so, her mind calculated pathways, saw patterns where they shouldn't be, but were...
And she darted and danced amongst the spikes as a butterfly of light and death.
Danced amidst the spikes that blossomed themselves into explosions behind her at the slightest touch of her essence.
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To be continued
Author's note
Okay... I've posted what I have of 'neesan. C&C is always welcomed. Even criticisms, as long as they have reasons, such as "This is stupid, and here's why."
There is a cross-over element, but I'm sure that Naoko Takeuchi of Bishojo Senshi Sera Mun fame will forgive me. Well... I'm fairly certain.
In any event, on with the show....
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'neesan
Part 7
***
"Tekeli-li."
Idiot words uttered unthinkingly by a beast that knew not, that thought not beyond that which its creators had instructed it.
At least, that was what some savants claimed.
She didn't care in truth about whether such beasts could think or not. Such things were unnecessary for her in the here and now.
She could see it.
What she could see, she could touch.
What she could touch, she could hurt.
What she could hurt. Ah, those she could end.
Ending such a monstrosity, with its unnatural bulk sprawled against the moon, wasn't hard in truth. What made it hard was ending it without ending the moon.
There were those yet loyal to the Pax Selene. She could feel them fleeing upon transport vessels, the ripples of teleportation into the aether between worlds, it was clear to her now that her essence flowed freely from her.
Butterfly wings of lavender light unfurled from her back, marking her presence, proclaiming that here stood Saturn in all her glory. The bringer of silence, the soldier of destruction.
An inhale by the beast, gills drawing in the clean freezing air of Theia, was the only warning she had before ripples in its flesh could be seen and rolls of crystalline eyes opened down its length.
"Tekeli-li." The thoughts roared at her from the countless minds it had consumed.
And with that, countless suns blossomed along the back of the horror that rose from one of her moons. Blossoms of light that transformed into lancing spears of heat and light.
She could feel the distortion of the countless lances that speared at her.
The notion of dodging was quashed in an instant. Movement would not help her there, patterns of dodging would be useless against those lances that boiled the air around them.
But staying in one location to simply parry the attacks...
It wasn't sensible.
If the person doing such an action wasn't her. Thankfully, she was who she was.
[Silence Wall] was what she used to cry out long ago when performing this technique. In the days when she had been young to her position.
The effect was still the same despite her lack of words.
An absolute barrier that surrounded her, that nothing could or would cross. A delineation of her boundary, that which attempted to cross it would fail, as its very essence and energy was simply negated.
Countless spears of light and heat at tremendous speed against a motionless rampant, a classic battle of absolute defense against absolute attack.
A blinding eternity later, and her defense proved to be greater than the blows essayed against her by the creature. Its attack had done far more damage to itself and the landscape around it than her.
Earth and stone, boiled away into vapor along with chitinous armor and flesh that folded inwards and outwards in a manner that defied natural laws of physics.
Raw flesh that steamed with heat and decay, and which poured off it to splatter the earth, as its ponderous bulk rose with its mental cry that slammed upon the towers of her mind.
With the damaged portions of its body sloughed off, the creature was once more unharmed before its flesh flexed and burst outwards as spikes were launched off its body.
The guided motions of the spikes were calculated to corral her, to guide her into a killing ground. Even if they all taller than she was, the tapered points that the spikes narrowed to... that looked quite unhealthy.
And so she forsook a stationary defense and charged downwards and forwards.
Logic dictated the absolute madness of her path.
Courage should not enough to convince one to simply throw away any hope of survival.
But beyond such things as logic, courage, and sense... there was an instinct to strike back. And so, her mind calculated pathways, saw patterns where they shouldn't be, but were...
And she darted and danced amongst the spikes as a butterfly of light and death.
Danced amidst the spikes that blossomed themselves into explosions behind her at the slightest touch of her essence.
***
To be continued
Author's note
Okay... I've posted what I have of 'neesan. C&C is always welcomed. Even criticisms, as long as they have reasons, such as "This is stupid, and here's why."
While it wasn't 'real' to him, it still felt real. This pearl of memory provided to him by his 'neesan.
A tiny fragment of her memory.
Of her fight against that... thing, his mind shied away from naming it. Conceptually, he knew what they were, for she had named them and in the act of naming them, made them less.
And yet, he knew with absolute certainty that if he were to name them, if he were to focus on their very concept, that he would open a path for them.
Such a thing was never good, he instinctively knew this without even asking his 'neesan. The things that dwelt in the darkness between the stars, that some might call gods, had no love for those that were [not-them].
As such, calling upon their attention was never wise.
Even in dreams. Especially in dreams.
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'neesan
Part 8
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And thus, he saw with her eyes, felt with her aura the corrosive nature of that which she fought. And knew of its unrelenting and ever changing form, even as she controlled the pace of her heart and not let it react.
The name at its heart, and the thrice radiant crowned names of those that it served, she could see it all. The heat and oppressive might inherent to those names called to her. With but a single utterance of its name, she could command the beast that ravage the surface of the moon.
All it took were words, nonsensical sounds strung together, to command the creature that mortal men might call demon gods. To have it heel to her call, to have it return to the darkness between the stars.
Never to trouble another world. Ever again.
And yet.
And yet.
Doing such a thing would allow tiny hooks into her soul and mind.
And by those tiny hooks would she lose slivers of her self 'til she was more than a mindless and soulless puppet, enthralled in the service of those that Serenity had cast down long ago.
In the face of that, how could she do naught but reject its blandishments?
Indeed, rejection of all its existence.
The name that it bore.
Its attempts to break her, to destroy her with its armaments of light, heat, bone and flesh.
She rejected its attack patterns as she fluttered amidst the spikes launched from its body.
She denied the reality of the its roaring whisper of countless voices in the mental realm.
And as she glided down along its body, she did not even think... she knew that the shell beneath her in all its rancid scent and heat was as air before the blade of her glaive.
And it was. After all, she denied it and all its existence.
Absolute denial.
And yet, as she flew with her wings formed from the light of her soul, where each flicker of her wings allowed her to feel, to sense the spiritual radiance that poured forth from it.
A burning radiance that blazed too hot for the body it inhabited, sustaining it with its might, feeding it that it might grow and change, incinerating and poisoning the flesh that hosted it and land it lay upon...
Ahhh... and yet, and for all its might, she could snuff out in an instance.
If she so choose. At the 'mere' cost of the moon and all still upon it, and she was merciful.
Her all destroying aspect tempered by restrain.
For she hewed to the decrees of those who bore the majesty of Serenity, the wielders of the silver radiance; the guiding starseed equal in its brilliance to all in the heavens.
And so, she played at senshi, valiantly battling her opponent.
Darting from openings in its attacks and attempts at counter-attacks to openings that didn't exist, but would when she arrived.
A holding action as she danced with all the beauty that a senshi could bring to the art of battle.
One meant to distract and direct the target's attention.
As she fluttered away from the crimson bulk of flesh and chitin, she could see/feel/know as it exhaled the tainted and boiling air from its gills. Feel its bulk pull in slight, bulging here and there in an obscene parody of pregnancy as ganglia were formed as roots and extrusions formed along its where it rested upon the surface of the moon.
An inhalation of clean crisp air, a continuous intake of air that was accompanied by the radiance of its naming flaring and burning outwards in slits here and there down the length of its body.
The cessation of its attempts to quash her was a good hint of what it was doing. But then, such a creature wasn't meant to fight one like Saturn.
She was too small, and the lest of its armaments were meant to destroy entire mountains and entire fleets of space faring vessels. While she was meant to slay things such as it.
A smile directed at an unseeing horror was all offered it in recompense as incandescent light flared beneath it. Boulders of solid stone fell inwards from the shattered remains of the mountain giving it the appearance of a decayed tooth from whence a worm of raw flesh had devoured its way out and was even now reaching upwards to pierce the heavens.
For moment, its bulging form remain as it was embedded partially within the shattered mountain, before pushing outwards... lancing at the lavender butterfly before it. A butterfly that danced out of its linear charge, keeping away from it just so.
A delightful imagery that continued for an eternity as the butterfly danced, spun about in patterns elaborate as the creature chased after it into the void between worlds and moons.
And then... silence [entropy] came upon it much like an angler fish would snap around the prey foolish enough to follow its brilliant lure in the depths of the ocean.
From that silence, countless ribbons spun and unfurled... an endless river of lavender hair upon a velvet black bed as Saturn spread her arms wide welcoming her paramour to become one with her. And in that joining, to drink deeply of silence [entropy], to be known to [Eternity], and in that knowing... to cease.
Only the butterfly returned to the moon.
It was here that he always woke up, with the sight of his 'neesan gazing implacably upon the ruins.
And a single statement that he never would remember upon awakening from his dream.
"I se?e ?y?o?u, ?li?t?tl?e ?one.?"
After all, it would be silly to be seen while viewing someone else's memories in a dream, wouldn't it?
A tiny fragment of her memory.
Of her fight against that... thing, his mind shied away from naming it. Conceptually, he knew what they were, for she had named them and in the act of naming them, made them less.
And yet, he knew with absolute certainty that if he were to name them, if he were to focus on their very concept, that he would open a path for them.
Such a thing was never good, he instinctively knew this without even asking his 'neesan. The things that dwelt in the darkness between the stars, that some might call gods, had no love for those that were [not-them].
As such, calling upon their attention was never wise.
Even in dreams. Especially in dreams.
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'neesan
Part 8
***
And thus, he saw with her eyes, felt with her aura the corrosive nature of that which she fought. And knew of its unrelenting and ever changing form, even as she controlled the pace of her heart and not let it react.
The name at its heart, and the thrice radiant crowned names of those that it served, she could see it all. The heat and oppressive might inherent to those names called to her. With but a single utterance of its name, she could command the beast that ravage the surface of the moon.
All it took were words, nonsensical sounds strung together, to command the creature that mortal men might call demon gods. To have it heel to her call, to have it return to the darkness between the stars.
Never to trouble another world. Ever again.
And yet.
And yet.
Doing such a thing would allow tiny hooks into her soul and mind.
And by those tiny hooks would she lose slivers of her self 'til she was more than a mindless and soulless puppet, enthralled in the service of those that Serenity had cast down long ago.
In the face of that, how could she do naught but reject its blandishments?
Indeed, rejection of all its existence.
The name that it bore.
Its attempts to break her, to destroy her with its armaments of light, heat, bone and flesh.
She rejected its attack patterns as she fluttered amidst the spikes launched from its body.
She denied the reality of the its roaring whisper of countless voices in the mental realm.
And as she glided down along its body, she did not even think... she knew that the shell beneath her in all its rancid scent and heat was as air before the blade of her glaive.
And it was. After all, she denied it and all its existence.
Absolute denial.
And yet, as she flew with her wings formed from the light of her soul, where each flicker of her wings allowed her to feel, to sense the spiritual radiance that poured forth from it.
A burning radiance that blazed too hot for the body it inhabited, sustaining it with its might, feeding it that it might grow and change, incinerating and poisoning the flesh that hosted it and land it lay upon...
Ahhh... and yet, and for all its might, she could snuff out in an instance.
If she so choose. At the 'mere' cost of the moon and all still upon it, and she was merciful.
Her all destroying aspect tempered by restrain.
For she hewed to the decrees of those who bore the majesty of Serenity, the wielders of the silver radiance; the guiding starseed equal in its brilliance to all in the heavens.
And so, she played at senshi, valiantly battling her opponent.
Darting from openings in its attacks and attempts at counter-attacks to openings that didn't exist, but would when she arrived.
A holding action as she danced with all the beauty that a senshi could bring to the art of battle.
One meant to distract and direct the target's attention.
As she fluttered away from the crimson bulk of flesh and chitin, she could see/feel/know as it exhaled the tainted and boiling air from its gills. Feel its bulk pull in slight, bulging here and there in an obscene parody of pregnancy as ganglia were formed as roots and extrusions formed along its where it rested upon the surface of the moon.
An inhalation of clean crisp air, a continuous intake of air that was accompanied by the radiance of its naming flaring and burning outwards in slits here and there down the length of its body.
The cessation of its attempts to quash her was a good hint of what it was doing. But then, such a creature wasn't meant to fight one like Saturn.
She was too small, and the lest of its armaments were meant to destroy entire mountains and entire fleets of space faring vessels. While she was meant to slay things such as it.
A smile directed at an unseeing horror was all offered it in recompense as incandescent light flared beneath it. Boulders of solid stone fell inwards from the shattered remains of the mountain giving it the appearance of a decayed tooth from whence a worm of raw flesh had devoured its way out and was even now reaching upwards to pierce the heavens.
For moment, its bulging form remain as it was embedded partially within the shattered mountain, before pushing outwards... lancing at the lavender butterfly before it. A butterfly that danced out of its linear charge, keeping away from it just so.
A delightful imagery that continued for an eternity as the butterfly danced, spun about in patterns elaborate as the creature chased after it into the void between worlds and moons.
And then... silence [entropy] came upon it much like an angler fish would snap around the prey foolish enough to follow its brilliant lure in the depths of the ocean.
From that silence, countless ribbons spun and unfurled... an endless river of lavender hair upon a velvet black bed as Saturn spread her arms wide welcoming her paramour to become one with her. And in that joining, to drink deeply of silence [entropy], to be known to [Eternity], and in that knowing... to cease.
Only the butterfly returned to the moon.
It was here that he always woke up, with the sight of his 'neesan gazing implacably upon the ruins.
And a single statement that he never would remember upon awakening from his dream.
"I se?e ?y?o?u, ?li?t?tl?e ?one.?"
After all, it would be silly to be seen while viewing someone else's memories in a dream, wouldn't it?