Chapter 124: The Depths of Emotion
As Malik's words echo in the room, he reaches out towards the empty core. His fingers barely graze the surface of the sphere when he feels a sudden pull. It's as if the sphere is a vortex, drawing him in with an irresistible force.
"I believe this was supposed to be filled, but we started too early. No matter, I'll just fill it with my energy," Malik says, his voice steady despite the unexpected turn of events.
He braces himself, pouring his energy into the sphere. But the more he gives, the stronger the pull becomes. It's not just his energy that's being drawn in, but his very essence, his entire being.
"But... what's happening?" Malik gasps, his voice strained. "It's pulling me in... I can't... I can't stop it..."
Halfway through, he realizes the enormity of what's happening. The sphere isn't just taking his energy, it's consuming him, pulling him into an unknown abyss. The room grows dim, the sphere's glow intensifying as Malik's figure starts to blur, his form being drawn into the sphere.
"Oh... Shit," Malik says as he fades.
Tsunade's hands grip Malik tightly, her eyes wide with fear and determination. "What do I need to do?" she demands, her voice echoing in the room.
Malik, despite the pull of the sphere, manages to speak. "I am an Incubus," he says, his voice strained. "Give me your emotions, your loves, your hates, your lust. Your dreams."
Tsunade nods, closing her eyes as she delves into the depths of her heart. She starts to pour her emotions into Malik, into the sphere. Her love for her brother Nawaki, her mentor Hiruzen, her comrades Jiraiya and Orochimaru. Her hatred for the wars that took away so many lives, her frustration at her own limitations. Her dreams of a peaceful Konoha, of a world without pain.
The sphere starts to fill, glowing brighter with each passing moment. But it's not enough. The pull on Malik doesn't lessen, his form still blurring at the edges.
"Do you have anything else?" Malik asks, his voice barely a whisper.
Tsunade hesitates, then nods. She reaches for a memory, a precious memory of her and Nawaki. They're in her bedroom, celebrating his birthday. The room is filled with laughter and joy, a stark contrast to the sorrow that would follow the next day.
The memory unfolds vividly. Tsunade and Nawaki are sitting on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of a birthday feast. Tsunade has a bottle of sake in her hand, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the warmth of the evening. Nawaki is grinning, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Happy birthday, little brother," Tsunade says, her voice filled with affection. She takes a swig from the bottle, then passes it to Nawaki.
"Thanks, sis," Nawaki replies, taking a drink. "This is the best birthday ever."
They laugh and joke, the bond between them evident in every word and gesture. The room is a haven of warmth and love, a moment frozen in time.
As the evening progresses, Tsunade feels the alcohol dulling her inhibitions. She moves closer to Nawaki, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You know, Nawaki, you're going to make a great Hokage someday," she says, her voice soft and sincere.
Nawaki smiles, a hint of shyness in his eyes. "I hope so, Tsunade. I really do."
Tsunade leans in, her lips brushing his cheek. "I know so," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin.
The atmosphere shifts, a charged tension filling the air. Nawaki looks at Tsunade, his expression uncertain but intrigued. Tsunade's heart races, the line between sibling affection and something more blurring in her alcohol-fueled mind.
She cups his face in her hands, her thumb brushing over his lips. "Nawaki..." she murmurs, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
Nawaki's breath hitches, his eyes searching hers. "Tsunade... what are we doing?"
Tsunade doesn't answer. Instead, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips to his. The kiss is tentative at first, a hesitant exploration. But it quickly deepens, the heat of the moment consuming them both.
Their kisses grow more passionate, more urgent. Tsunade's hands roam over Nawaki's body, pulling him closer. Nawaki responds in kind, his arms wrapping around her, his touch igniting a fire within her.
The memory intensifies, the emotions raw and unfiltered. Tsunade pours everything into the sphere, her love, her longing, her guilt, her sorrow. The sphere glows brighter, the pull on Malik lessening as it fills with the depth of her feelings.
But it's still not enough. The sphere needs more, and Tsunade is left wondering if she has anything left to give.
Tsunade pushes deeper into the memory, recalling every detail, every sensation. The feel of Nawaki's lips on hers, the warmth of his embrace, the unspoken bond that transcended their roles as siblings.
She pours her entire being into the memory, the sphere glowing with an intense light. The pull on Malik diminishes further, but it's clear that the sphere requires something more, something beyond the limits of Tsunade's emotions.
"Do you have anything else?" Malik's voice is a faint whisper, his form barely holding together.
Tsunade's mind delves deeper into the memory, the atmosphere in the room shifting as she recalls the most intimate moments with Nawaki.
As their kisses become more passionate, Tsunade's hands start to wander, feeling the warmth of Nawaki's body under his clothes. She can feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of her own.
With a sudden urgency, she pulls him towards the futon in the corner of the room. They fall onto it, their bodies tangled together as they continue to explore each other.
Tsunade's hands slip under Nawaki's shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest, the softness of his skin. She leans down, her lips trailing kisses down his neck, his chest, his abs.
Nawaki's breath hitches as Tsunade's mouth reaches the waistband of his pants. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. She undoes the buttons of his pants, pulling them down to reveal his arousal. She takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she sucks and licks. Nawaki groans, his hips bucking as he threads his fingers through her hair, holding her close.
As Tsunade continues to pleasure him, she feels a surge of emotion, a deep love and longing that she pours into the sphere. The sphere glows brighter, the pull on Malik weakening further.
But it's still not enough. Malik needs more, and Tsunade is running out of options.
With a sudden burst of determination, she pushes Nawaki back onto the futon and straddles him. She guides him inside her, feeling him fill her up as they become one. Tsunade begins to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she finds a rhythm. Nawaki's hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he meets her thrust for thrust. The room fills with the sounds of their lovemaking, the intensity of their connection building as they move together.
Tsunade leans forward, her chest pressing against Nawaki's as she kisses him deeply. Their tongues explore each other's mouths, tasting the sweetness of the sake that still lingers on their lips. Tsunade's hands roam over Nawaki's body, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath her fingertips.
As they continue to move together, Tsunade feels a surge of emotion, a deep well of love and longing that she pours into the sphere. The sphere glows brighter, the pull on Malik weakening significantly. Tsunade's emotions are raw and intense, filling the sphere with a power that threatens to burst forth. She can feel herself on the edge, the depth of her love and longing for Nawaki overwhelming in its intensity.
Malik's form stabilizes, the pull of the sphere lessening to a gentle tug. He looks up at Tsunade, his eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. "Thank you," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "I can feel it. Your emotions, your love, your lust. It's more than enough."
Tsunade collapses onto the sphere, her body trembling with exhaustion and emotion. She feels like she has poured everything she has into it, leaving nothing left.
The sphere pulses with powerful energy.
As the sphere stabilizes, Malik's form solidifies. He stands, breathing heavily but whole, the crisis averted.
Tsunade opens her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She looks at Malik, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "Did it work?" she asks, her voice trembling.
Malik nods, his eyes soft with gratitude. "Yes, Tsunade. It worked. You did it."
The room returns to its normal state, the sphere now a gentle glow in the center. Tsunade collapses into a nearby chair, her strength spent but her heart lighter.
Malik approaches her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you, Tsunade. You saved me."
Tsunade looks up at him, a faint smile on her lips. "We saved each other," she says softly.
As Malik regains his composure, he locks eyes with Tsunade. A silent understanding passes between them, a bond forged in the crucible of shared emotion and sacrifice. Without breaking eye contact, Malik reaches out and grabs the core, which now pulses with a vibrant, radiant energy.
The core feels warm in his hands, its energy thrumming with life and potential. He takes a deep breath, focusing his mind and channeling his own power into the core. The room seems to darken, the light of the core intensifying as Malik gathers his strength.
With a fluid motion, Malik pulls the core towards Tsunade. The core responds, glowing brighter as it nears her. Its light casts a golden hue across her skin, illuminating the determination in her eyes.
"Brace yourself, Tsunade," Malik says, his voice steady yet filled with the weight of what's about to happen.
Tsunade nods, her body tense but ready. Malik thrusts the core forward, pressing it directly into Tsunade's chest. The moment it makes contact, the core dissolves into pure energy, spreading across her body like liquid fire.
Tsunade gasps as the energy surges through her. The sensation is overwhelming—like a thousand lightning bolts striking at once, but instead of pain, it fills her with a rush of power, clarity, and warmth. Her body glows with a brilliant light as the energy from the core fuses with her own chakra.
The glow intensifies, surrounding Tsunade in a radiant aura. Her body begins to lift slightly off the ground, her feet hovering a few inches above the floor as the energy continues to infuse her. Her eyes blaze with golden light, reflecting the immense power being unlocked within her.
Tsunade feels the core's energy merging with her own, enhancing her natural abilities to a level she never imagined possible. Her strength, already legendary, is amplified. Her healing powers are now unmatched, able to mend even the most grievous wounds with a mere touch. Her chakra control, once a point of pride, is now refined to near-perfection.
But there's more. She feels a deep, ancient knowledge settle into her mind—a connection to the very essence of life and nature. Her senses are heightened; she can feel the pulse of the earth beneath her, the flow of the winds, the rhythm of life around her. It's as if she has tapped into a new wellspring of energy, one that flows directly from the core of existence itself.
As the energy stabilizes, Tsunade slowly descends back to the ground, the radiant aura fading to a soft, golden glow that lingers around her. She opens her eyes, which are now imbued with a faint, shimmering light. Her gaze meets Malik's, and she feels a profound sense of gratitude and awe.
"What... what did I just receive?" Tsunade asks, her voice filled with wonder.
Malik smiles, clearly exhausted but deeply satisfied. "You've been gifted something extraordinary, Tsunade. The core has granted you the Divine Rebirth, a power that enhances all your existing abilities and grants you new ones. You now have an even greater connection to life itself—your healing powers are unparalleled, and your strength has reached new heights."
"But that's not all," Malik continues. "You've also gained the Essence of Life, which allows you to sense the flow of life energy around you. You can now perceive and manipulate the very forces of nature, giving you a deeper understanding of the world and the power to protect it."
Tsunade takes a deep breath, feeling the energy coursing through her. She looks at her hands, flexing her fingers and marveling at the newfound power she holds. "This... this is incredible," she whispers.
Malik nods, his expression serious. "With great power comes great responsibility, Tsunade. You've been given a gift, but how you use it will determine its true value. Remember, this power is tied to your emotions, your love, your dreams. It's a reflection of who you are."
Tsunade meets Malik's gaze, her resolve hardening. "I understand. I'll use this power to protect Konoha and everyone I care about."
Malik smiles, relief washing over him. "I know you will."
As the energy from the core settles into Tsunade, she feels a sense of completeness, as if a missing piece of her soul has finally been restored. The bond between her and Malik is stronger than ever, their shared experience having forged a connection that will guide them in the challenges to come.
Tsunade takes one last look at Malik, nodding in silent agreement. She knows that this new power will be instrumental in the battles ahead, and with Malik by her side, she feels ready to face whatever may come. Malik however is so tired, he falls to the ground unconscious.
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Later, after Malik woke up, still in her office, Rika allowed him to use her as a pillow.
"Malik," Tsunade says, her voice soft in the quiet of the night. "Could you meet me in my room later? There's something I'd like to discuss."
Her words hang in the air, a silent invitation filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions. The night deepens, casting long shadows as they each prepare for the meeting that lies ahead.
Malik reached into her mind and said,( "Tsunade, I don't care.")
She looked up at him her eyebrows raised, ("What?")
("You were going to talk about the whole incest thing with your brother, Tsunade, let me tell you a secret, anyone who could so simple math can figure out that every single clan on this planet of yours has committed the taboo of incest.") Malik started.
Tsunade started to say something but he cut her off, ("Look lady, ain't no way in hell that the bloodlines for each of the clans have stayed this strong and pure through "luck", they be smaken they old . . ."
It was her turn to cut him off, ("OK!"), ("I get it, but I still need you to keep this to yourself.")
("Not a problem, your grace,"), Malik cut off the connection and thought to himself, this wasn't anything special, "Royalty" back in his old world did the same thing all the time, sure a lot of it was back in the old days but it was an undeniable fact, Game of Thrones didn't create the incest trope, History created the incest trope.