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Miburo: Do I look like a map to you?! Out, now.
Jacob: My mistake then. I thought I was talking to a defender of democracy, but I guess I was wrong.
Miburo quickly rushes towards Jacob and lifts him up to the ceiling by the collar with his weaker left arm.
Miburo: Don’t talk about thing you know nothing about, you piece of shit.
Jacob: You tried to kill Sathariel so Eretsaphir would become a democracy instead of the current absolutist monarchy.
Miburo drops Jacob, making him fall to the ground with a big thud. Jacob sorely gets up and arranges his clothes.
Jacob: That makes the more jarring you being under a kingdom with the same problem.
Miburo: Like I give a damn anymore. It’s been made clear that only one man can’t change the status quo.
Jacob: That’s where you’re wrong. Let me in on Iemitsu’s presence and I’ll eliminate the problem.
Miburo: By shifting the power from one dead tyrant to another living one. What a brilliant plan, dumbass!
Jacob: Sathariel will probably die today and with him all the remaining Qliphoth. He’s leaving the power to my brother, Esau Alastor and to Cathariel Satan, son of Thamiel Satan. My father, Isaac Alastor, will probably die of old age in the next few years. With your crime being void, you can go back to Sitra Achra as the third highest power and convince those two idiots of making a rotating parliament.
Miburo: I’m impressed, the son of that old fart is an assassin with a foot on politics. You’re dangerous.
Jacob: I’m just making a living.
Miburo: And how are you so certain Sathariel and the merry bunch will die?
Jacob: They’re fighting the Malakeben.
Miburo unleashes a hoarse cackle.
Miburo: He just lost his fucking mind! Well, at least Pe will have something to chew on. Alright, I’ll let you in on Iemitsu’s court, you got me on my good spirits and I got nothing to lose anyway! Listen, Jacob, you might be an assassin and all that shit, but that will do squat in the city where everybody and their mother is a fucking ninja. Your best shot is to enter into his chamber hidden in plain sight.
Jacob: Like pretending to be a courier?
Miburo: Fuck no, Iemitsu is too paranoid to leave a courier alone with him. Maybe this bit of trivia didn’t reach the Empire’s intelligence, but Iemitsu makes every little ninja leave the court when he has the chance to put a young man to make him bite the pillow. Catch my drift yet or do I have to draw a picture for you?
Jacob makes a dry swallow, as a cold shiver runs through his spine.
Miburo: Thinking twice about that plan, are we?
Jacob: I’ve killed many before, this is just another one.
The Plains of Forbidden Sights, near Mikmereth, Land of Marduk
Esau walks around the room, treading so heavily one could say he was about to open a hole out of anxiety. Isaau, although unable to see his son, was following the stomping sounds he was producing. Cathariel enters the room.
Esau: Any news yet?
Cathariel: What? No, I simply went to the privy. I heard nothing.
Isaac: Isaac, it’s only been twelve hours, calm yourself down. Knowing melech, he’ll only send news when all’s done and that’ll probably take a whole day.
Esau rashly seats on the sofa, lowers his head and puts his hand behind his head. The anxiety within him was acting like steam on a boiler left too much time unattended, ready to explode in the form of insane screams. Before he could so, a Murmur, a gryphon-like Daemon with jet-black feathers and a pale lion skin, enters the room.
Murmur: Captain Esau Alastor?
Esau almost leaps from the sofa.
Murmur: Melech sent a message by crow requiring your presence in the front lines with urgency.
Esau & Isaac: WHAT?!
Isaac: Did he say why?
Cathariel: Or why I wasn’t summoned?
Murmur: No, he didn’t.
Isaac: How odd of him to do that.
Esau: Is there any horse left in the stables?
Murmur: I’m afraid not.
Esau: No problem, I’ll run.
Isaac: No, my son, don’t go!
Esau: Don’t worry, father. If melech summoned me, it’s because he both needs me and won’t let harm meet me.
Isaac stares blankly at his son. He knows he doesn’t have any argument that would convince him not to go.
Esau: Cathariel, take care of my father while I’m away.
Cathariel: He’ll be in good hands.
Esau leaves the room, as if he was powered by the steam of anxiety turned into resolve. Isaac sighs profusely at his son’s decision, but perhaps Tav was kind enough to rob his vision or else he’d cry at the sight of Cathariel giving a hefty bag full of shekels to the Murmur.
Heika no Kaidan, Nagasukujira, Land of Izanami
Someone unwise would say that Nagasukujira belonged to another world, with buildings made of pinewood and rice paper rather than stone and glass, with walls painted in white and red contrasting with the dark roofs, unlike the grayish white buildings with red roofs that mark the majority of Eretsaphir’s urban landscape. Furthermore, the common motifs of whales, be them paintings on the streets, printings in the paper money or golden plaster statuettes on the very tops of the noble houses is something unseen in any other city.
Cleaving in twain the city are the Heika no Kaidan, “the Stairs of His Majesty” or “the Upstairs of Downstairs” as the jesters would pun it, a grand stairwell that would go from the beach to the heights of the Temple of He of the Science, where Iemitsu’s court is placed. Going up the stairs while the transient citizens stare at him, Miburo carries Jacob, who has a burlap sack covering his head, by the shoulder. At the top of the stairs, two guards: a Gyuuki, an ox-like Daemon, and a Tianma, a winged Daemon with horse-like features.
Tianma: What’s your business here, orc?
Miburo: I just want to talk to Iemitsu Oni.
Tianma: How rude of you to address Iemitsu-heika like that!
Miburo: He could be Iemitsu-heika-sama-rama-lama-ding-dong-kun for all I care, just move your little fucking hooves and say to him the Miburo smith has a delivery for him.
Jacob starts wheezing, much for the guards’ distress.
Miburo: See what your over-politeness got us?! Go before he chokes, dimwits!
The two guards run panicky to the inner yard of the temple.
Miburo: Bravo, you were right on queue.
Jacob: You could loosen it up a little bit, to be honest.
Miburo simply shrugs at the slightly muffled request of Jacob. A couple of minutes later, behind the guards appears the royal Oni. Iemitsu slowly parades his dark sokutai with a golden razorback whale patterned on its front while he disguises his face under a dark veil coming out from his rather ostentatious kanmuri which manages to be larger than his head and completely obfuscate the horns that compete with it for space. If that wasn’t enough luxury, he lazily waves a shaku with very elaborate paintings of a wavy ocean.
Iemitsu: Hmmph, you better have a good reason to disrupt my reading session, Miburo-shi.
Miburo puts Jacob on floor and removes the burlap sack from Jacob’s head. Jacob breathes heavily before Miburo places his right foot on his back, making Jacob fall on the floor.
Iemitsu: Hmmph, and who is that supposed to be?
Miburo: This guy just happens to be a goddamn thief that thought he could steal me.
Iemitsu: Hmmph, is that it?! Take him to the city watch and stop wasting my time!
Miburo: But there’s a reason why I brought this thief. As you can see he’s an Alastor, so he’s far away from his land. The poor guy was banned from the Empire and needs a roof above his head and he said to me he’s willing to do anything to have that. Anything.
Iemitsu rubs the tip of his shaku against his chin, as he was pondering the situation.
Iemitsu: Hmmph. Let me see his face.
Miburo removes his foot and picks up Jacob singlehandedly, allowing Jacob to take a proper look at where would be Iemitsu’s face. Iemitsu points his arm to Jacob, making the shaku touch his neck and then he makes it slither from his neck to his mouth, to which Jacob sticks his tongue out and lick the shaku with a look of debauchery on his face. Iemitsu instantly draws his arm and starts waving the shaku in front of his own face, as if the redness of his face was visible.
Iemitsu: Hmmph! Hmmmmph! By Tav-kami, you didn’t sell me cat for rabbit, orc! Does he speak Benzetsu?
Miburo: No, he doesn’t as far as I know.
Iemitsu: Hmmph, we can manage that! And his name is…?!
Miburo: I don’t fucking know, I don’t ask thieves their names!
Miburo addresses Jacob in his mother tongue.
Miburo: He’s asking your name.
Iemitsu: Hmmph… Gozu! Mezu!
Gozu & Mezu: Yes, Iemitsu-heika?!
Iemitsu: Inform Gozaemon that he and his ninja have the day off and take Rei-kun to the guest ward, the orc and I have a reward to talk about. And if Gozaemon bickers about it, tell him that I’ll behead him myself if he doesn’t obey me, hmmph!
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