Naruto The War Lord

The Dead King Stirs And The New King Rises

Need To know
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1.)I own nothing except the armies
2.)this will be a harem Fanfic and it will have lemons don't like it well there are plenty other Fanfics out there
3.) this is for Jutsu's Oiroke no Jutsu
4.)this is for when it is mind talking time "sup"
5.) if you don't like this story please don't be mean and tell me that
6.)this is for demon talking "kit"
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Kabuto sighed as he layed in the middle of his rented bed beside him on his left was a beautiful woman with black hair and ruby red lips on the other side was a woman with sun kissed blonde hair and red rose lips the girls moaned a little as they snuggled into kabutos chest said boy was contemplating his life and truth be told he hated it he was used ever since he could walk he was used by Danzo by Sasori by Orrochimaru and finally by the dark god dwelling in Orrochimaru oh yeah he knew about Orrochimaru being a vessel he knew cause well kabuto was the only person that ever got close to Orrochimaru now don't get him wrong Kabuto Yakushi was accustomed to being used as a tool and he in turn manipulated those using him. His "masters" used him to further their little schemes and Kabuto used those same people to advance his own goals; all the while mentally smirking at his superiority.

Then one day something changed. Sasori decided to "bequeath" him to one of his colleagues. Kabuto agreed readily enough. He had heard some very intriguing things about the rogue Sannin from Konoha. He was certain said shinobi would be very useful in helping his own plans along. Moreover, it would provide a much needed respite from Sasori and the Akatsuki. From the tales Kabuto heard about the legendary Sannin, being in his company should prove to be...interesting.

The day Sasori introduced him to the Sannin turned out to be inauspicious. Quite dreary in fact. The sky was gunmetal grey, fog had reduced Kabuto's visibility to nil, it was wet, the ground squished under his feet, and his breath made little white puffs every time he exhaled.

Heeding Sasori's little nudges, Kabuto obediently turned towards the newest member of Akatsuki. The fog made seeing difficult and he noticed nothing extraordinary about the man. After all, he was wearing the standard Akatsuki cloak and it covered virtually everything. Raising his gaze, however, what he saw behind thoses golden stilted eyes was the most evil he had ever seen the most dark end and hate filled eyes he would ever see they were eyes that promised unspeakable evil an evil that threatened to engulf the world an evil he should not cross but he did at least once and it cost him dearly what he lost will never be spoken about for the day he lost it his whole world changed he swore vengeance on the world and especially on Orrochimaru and he also swore to never ever get close to anything again

Except for today today he slept with these woman so that he could regain what it was to feel again and yet all he felt was cold the sex was great perfect even but he still didn't feel a thing for these girls...he had his clothes on and he was gone in the next minute

On the road

Kabuto sighed as he made his way to grass country a country that no one messed with on a account that it was plan old useless as Kabuto hopped from tree to tree thinking about last night he wanted to feel again he deperatly wanted to but he swore never to do it again for all it brought was pain and heart ache but that was what he wanted to push through the pain to feel again he didn't want to be used anymore but was he ready he had the tools for his independence Orrochimaru had foolishly given him the tools to build an army and had given him a date to be ready by he had the tools the time and the will all he needed now was a way as he hopped from tree to tree he suddenly stopped as he heard the sounds of fighting strange he would say so he followed the noise only to find a battle going on and a bloody battlefield