"Dad! Dad! Look at this!" A small, fair skinned boy with white hair called out to his father from outside their Japanese style mansion. His black and white comfort fitted ninja attire blew gently from the wind.
Following his voice, Shinku slid open the door and stepped out. Ruffling the boy's black hair as he kneeled at his side. "What's up Kotaru?"
"Hehe! I finally created one!" The boy held up a praying mantis to Shinku, their red eyes locking one with another for a moment.
"You're improving quite well, aren't you, Kotaru. It won't be long until you can start creating larger and more complex creatures." Smiling, Shinku spoke, and his son puffed his chest in pride from his father's praise.
"Of course! I'm your son after all!" Kotari smiled brightly as he released the praying mantis and warmly embraced his father.
Wrapping his arms around Kotaru, an oddly familiar thick liquid feeling came from Shinku's palms. Giving both hands a glance, Shinku's bones ran cold as black inky blood painted his hands.
"The hell..."
"But why didn't you save us? You should have saved us. You could have saved all of us!"
Hearing Kotaru's words, Shinku separated from the hug to see his sons skin turned a pale white: his innocent red eyes were gone, leaving two gaping holes, his nose bled, his arms ripped off and there was a gaping hole in his stomach that continuously bled.
Shinku's vision blurred, and his head suddenly began pounding. "Agh!"
Holding his head with his blood-soaked hands, Shinku released a pained roar.
"You're a monster! You killed us all!"
"Who... are... you..."
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"Uzendayo! Agh! Fucking hell it hurts!" Sweat covered his face and soaked the bandages wrapped around him. After a long slumber, Shinku awoke to excruciating pain coursing throughout his whole body, but more predominantly his jaw and his right arm.
"Now, now. If you've around too much, you'll reopen your wound." A questionably feminine voice came from Shinku's bedside. It was then that Shinku realized he was unable to open his eyes.
Immediately, Shinku tried to sense his surroundings with Chakra but found that his chakra was in a chaotic state at the moment, and he wouldn't be doing any chakra manipulation for the time being.
"Orochimaru..."
"Oh. It seems that even without your senses, you can still identify me. I'm honestly quite touched." Orochimaru giggled and caressed Shinku's cheek, admiring how blessed he was in terms of looks.
"I see..."
"Hmm. You don't seem all that concerned that I'm the one who found you, Mercenary Shin, from the notorious Sora. Wanted by all five Shinobi villages with a bounty of currently 10 million Ryo, but after that little stunt, you pulled against Kumoand their Jinchuriki, that's bound to skyrocket." Orochimaru's hand snaked down Shinku's neck and down to his large torso.
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God of the Multiverse: A Shinobi's Destiny
FanfictionSomebody fucked up the multiverse... again. "Why the hell must I clean up these messes all the time?" "I'm tired of being a hero. Because a hero is supposed to save or protect everyone, but... who will save the hero?" "I've already lost everyone I h...