A/N: I might be a bit out of bounds with this story. Honestly, Morinth scares the SHIT out of me. She's saddistic, cruel, and utterly ruthless, she'll do what she wants, when she wants, much like Jack, but unlike Jack, she just might be a heartless bitch, and UNLIKE Jack, she'll live a good deal longer if she isn't killed by Samara. The only problem is, she kills whomever she sleeps with, thus rendering her infertile.
Now, to go about correcting that...
My lovers all died experiencing unimaginable pleasure. That's right...they all died.
Perfection. "The condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects." That's what I strive for. This constant battle will be worth it, it'll all be worth it, as soon as I reach Perfection. As soon as my smile isn't fake. As soon as my tears represent happiness, instead of what they represent now. As soon as my worries are nonexistent. Perfection. Ah, wouldn't it be nice?
Morinth exhaled. She took no pleasure in what she was about to do. But she wanted it. Needed it. She needed to feel the touch of someone, of a loved one, if only briefly. She had taken many victims in her four hundred years. And tonight, she was about to take another. This had been her way since she was forty-incredibly young in asari years-and it had allowed her to survive.
She'd first spied him in the club, sitting at the bar, alone, trying to remain anonymous. He hadn't succeeded. She'd noticed him. How could she not? His prescence, was totally intoxicating. Alluring, even. He wasn't like the others. He had a spark about him. It was there in the way he raised his glass to his lips, the way he held himself in that strange, orange and black armor, the tight plating accentuating the toned muscle within. Mmm.
Morinth, she contemplated him. He was handsome, quite the looker. Strong, too. It would be difficult to seduce him. Challenging. Morinth liked a challenge. Confidence radiated from him in waves, pulsing outward for the eyes of the young asari to see. And he was interesting. So much more so than anyone or anything else on Omega. Morinth wanted him; because she desired this man. She wanted to feel his fingers against her flesh, taste his tongue against her own to...to...to...
With an effort of supreme will, she forced her attention back to the here and now.
He had blond hair and blue eyes that harkened back to his japanese ancestry. But the shape of his face and the color of his skin, his whiskered cheeks, hinted at what might have been some Chinese DNA as well. Was it possible for a human to be so handsome? For her to be so attracted to one of them? He couldn't be more than twenty, with his armor worn wherever he went. He was cautious. Wary. She could respect that. This man, this spectre, had enemies. Yes, she could see the look of the Council all about him; the way his eyes surveyed the room, from a harmless salarian to a brooding krogan.
He was marking them, she realized, following him, tracking his gaze as it settled upon a turian. She watched, watched as the blond spectre approached the turian and laid a hand on the alien's shoulder. His lips moved but from this distance, Morinth couldn't make out the words. The turian did, though. It bolted out of its seat and took a swing at him, its fist cracking across the spectre's jaw. In that same instant the man, having drawn a shotgun, fired. The high-yield explosive rounds greeted the turian's chest with an alarming ferocity; tearing through his stomach like a varren through , spilling blue bodily fluids and entrails across the floor.
Gutted, the turian slumped to the floor, the life already fading from his eyes. All that emerged from its fringe was a death rattle, and then, he was gone. Morinth gawped. Her eyes flew wide open. Despite the brutality she'd experienced in her long lifetime and despite the death she'd caused, she was taken aback by the sudden attack.
To his credit, the denizens of Afterlife didn't so much as bat an eyelash. A pair of guards came to collect the body and clean up the mess. The spectre walked back to the bar, and everyone gave him a wide berth. Everyone except Morinth. She felt herself drawn to the human, compelled to speak to him, after an act of such unprecedented violence. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to share the sentiment, choosing to ignore the asari as she took the seat beside him.
"That was quite the spectacle back there." She glanced at him appreciatively, testing his defenses with her opening statement. As always, she wore a black bodysuit, but she wasn't aiming for overt sex appeal. It clung to her body in all the right places. That was what mattered. The blond didn't so much as bat an eyelash.
He knocked back his drink and shot her a withering glare.
"Do I know you?"
Morinth shook her head as she sidled up to him. She laid her hand over his, knowing he would pull away, and yet doing it all the same.
"No, but I'd like to get to know you."
The man's eyebrows rose.
"Is that so?" His gaze slid back to the stain where the turian had once been. "Certain about that, are you?"
"You're the most interesting person in here."
The spectre laughed at that.
"I take it you saw that little debacle?"
"Then you know what kind of man I am."
His brow pinched, the expression of scrutiny.
"And what do you think?"
"There's no need."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't try." The spectre shook his head and knocked back his glass for another round."But you're a smooth talker, asari, I'll give you that."
"Why, thank you."
"Morinth." She said suddenly, immediately wondering why she'd spoken out of turn and unable to understand why.
"Naruto." The spectre replied evenly, steepling his hands, eyes narrowing in appreciation. "So tell me, Morinth, what brings a beautiful young asari like yourself to Omega?"
"I could ask the same thing of you." She purred.
"Last time I checked, I wasn't an asari." Naruto quipped, waving for another drink.
Eventually they got to talking. They spoke of many sorts of things: art, music, and travel. He proved resistant to her charms at first, but he was weakening. Slowly. With each drink his scowl lessened, and his reservations seemed to fade away into his glass. Morinth found herself enjoying the conversation, for once.
"I've traveled all over the galaxy." Naruto announced suddenly, polishing off another drink.
"It changes you, doesn't it?"
Naruto laughed; it was a deep, throaty sound, and it utterly enthralled her.
"Real travel means going to dangerous places."
"Where you can see and do things most people can't imagine." Morinth continued, leading him on. "When I travel, I find myself drawn to dark, dangerous places."
"Violent places?" Naruto asked, eyeing her with what she thought was surprise.
"Violence is the surest expression of power."
Naruto scoffed at that.
"Violence is a means to an end. Power is that end."
"But violence is such a charming way to reach that end, don't you think?" Morinth argued.
"Do you really believe that?"
"Then you're a damned fool."
Morinth moved slowly, turning to face Naruto again, and their eyes met. The asari shivered as she looked into the man's ancient eyes, seeing the immeasurable sadness hidden beneath the dark depths. She was still, unresisting as the human leaned forward, goose bumps forming on her skin as she felt his warm lips brush against her own-
Abruptly, the human turned away, and Morinth blinked, her mouth suddenly dry. The human suddenly smiled broadly, a predatory gleam visible in his eyes. Morinth felt the cold barrrel of a pistol pressed against her stomach seconds later. Mildly, she rebuked herself. She'd been foolish. Her moment of weakness, brief though it had been, was a crutch. It was silly. Stupid.
That danger might end up costing her life if she wasn't careful.
She forced a smile.
"And here I thought we were getting along so well."
"I've killed women like you for less than what you've just said." He remarked, a coldly amused tone in his voice, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Maybe I should just kill you now." He spoke slowly and without the slightest glimmer of hesitation. He really would shoot her, Morinth realized. She could easily deflect the bullet with her biotics but she didn't want to resort to that. She had to think, and fast, and ignore the sudden thrill his words had given her.
"Some nights I come here and there's no one interesting to talk to." Morinth began abruptly. "Some nights, there's just one person." She leaned forward and across the table, her gaze never leaving his. "Tonight that person is you. Do you know why that is?"
The spectre shrugged.
"Because you understand me." Morinth continued, pressing her momentary advantage for all its worth. "You're not just some hired flunkie who does what he's told. You're the kind of man, a dangerous man, who does what he wants, when he wants, with whomever he wants. You know what you are? You're, a mother-fucking spectre. You don't take orders, you give them, and you sure as hell don't give two shits if anyone stands in your way and you...you're just like me." A pause. "Well, except the spectre part."
There was a silence. Then:
Naruto lowered his pistol.
"You're a silver-tongued little devil, you know that?"
'Oh, you have no idea.' Morinth thought to herself.
"Do you want to get out of here?" She breathed in his ear. "My apartment is nearby and I want you alone." This evoked an exasperated sigh from the spectre. He holstered his pistol and stared at her for a moment, scrutinizing her. The flashing lights obscurred his expression, the pounding rhythms nearly drowning out his words. At length, he smiled and leaned back and across the counter
"You just don't give up, do you?"
"I've been told perserverence is one of my most enderaring traits."
"It certainly is."
Morinth rose from the bar, took hold of his hand, and led him out of Afterlife...
Which led Morinth to her current dilemna.
The spectre wandered around for a bit, commenting on her apartment, the various art pieces adjourning the walls, and of course, the krogan statue. If he was at all suspicious of her intentions then he did little to show it. He politely refused wine, and Morinth knew better than to suggest any kind of drugs. He was a spectre, after all. A precious agent of the Citadel. The thought gave her pause, albeit briefly. The council wouldn't tolerate the death of one of their agents, least of all this one. Once she killed him, she'd have to flee, and swiftly.
Running from her mother was bad enough, but the council...
"You seem distracted."
Morinth shook her head, pushing the matter from her mind. Naruto glanced at her sidelong from across the apartment, his sapphire eyes more like winter ice than sunny blue skies.
"I was thinking."
"My mother." She hadn't meant for the words to come out like that, but they had.
"Do you miss her?"
"At times." Why had she said that?
"I miss mine, at times." His voice sounded soft, even across the room. "She had the most brilliant red hair...
"I'm surprised you're not a redhead."
"My father was blond."
"Then where'd you get the whiskers?" Morinth asked.
"Hey!" Naruto protested mildly. "I've been told that they make me look quite charming!" Morinth found this outburst quite charming.
"They certainly are...unique."
"You're mocking me, aren't you?"
Despite herself, Morinth giggled.
Goddess, what's happening to me? She wondered. Is he influencing my mind, somehow? No, that wasn't possible. It couldn't be. And yet...she was being so open with him. It couldn't be her fault, could it? She was being frank with him. Honest. She'd opened up to him and told him nearly all of her secrets. He'd had yet to realize the truth of what it was, that she was an Adrat-Yakshi, but that was only because he had yet to ask. If he knew, would he kill her? Would he strike her down, for a genetic flaw pre-determined at her birth? It was a frightening thought. In the end, Morinth was presented with two choices:
Demand that he leave and seek safer prey.
Fight her fears and give into temptation.
Eventually, the latter, temptation, won out.
Morinth eased back against the sofa as he came toward her, her body soft and yielding to his touch. She made no attempt to control him. None whatsoever. Any attempt to do so would compromise the mind of this wonderfully mysterious man. She wanted the complete package, not some mindless, gibbering man-slave. Not that any of it mattered in the end. Soon enough, he wouldn't be doing much of anything. She could only imagine how he felt at this moment, as she pressed her lips to his.
His mind exploded into white as his arms took control, spreading themselves across her back. He was so completely taken aback by her kiss that he hardly noticed when his left hand began to cup her firm ass and his right palm took up residence on her jaw. He deepened the kiss as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her back against the nearest wall. Her hands were just as explorative, her nimble fingertips running along his chest and stomach.
Morinth shivered as his lips found a sweet spot on her neck, one she hadn't even been aware of. She gasped as he peeled the bodysuit from her flesh; her soul shivering as a gust of cool air greeted her skin. He really was strong. In terms of sheer strength, he outmatched her, leaving her powerless to resist her desire for him.
Morinth grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him towards the bedroom, his hands tugging at her undergarments, as they went. He pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her gently onto the bed, admiring the look of her naked torso in the early morning sunlight. He took off his own shirt, smirking as her eyes danced over his chest. He leaned down and pulled her pants down, revealing a small white thong. He chuckled softly as he saw it.
"I never pictured you in something like this...
"Appearances can be deceving," She gasped up at him as he lowered his mouth to hers. "They can be very-ah!"
Finally, Morinth could stand it no more.
"Look at me," She begged, her words little more than a forlorn whisper. "Naruto, look at me." Surprisingly, he complied. She hadn't been expecting that. This was the longest any of her lovers had ever lasted, and, despite her desire, it killed Morinth to do what she was about to do. She really liked this one. It was a shame that he had to die. Such, such a shame...
She closed her eyes, and reopened them to irises of blackness.
"Embrace eternity." she whispered, her mind melding with his. She choked back a cry as his eyes rolled back, as he shuddered, his body going slack in her embrace. That was it then. His brain was hemorhaging. Within minutes, he would be dead, and she, would be alone again. She wasn't expecting his arm, to snare her waist. Wasn't expecting the sigh and pleasure to escape his lips. She kept waiting; steeling herself against the screams and seizure that would surely soon start. But they did not start.
Because Naruto did not die.
He did not perish, this creature of flesh and blood and bone. He did not cease to exist; didn't crumple into a writhing mass of contorted limbs. Instead, he blinked. Blinked, but a slow blink, as a small smile crawled across his lips. For a moment, Morinth felt fear. She, the predator, felt fear. It was an alien emotion, as foreign as the concept of love. It was also for naught, she realized, her fear evaporating as the spectre reached up to place his palm against her cheek.
"That was...incredible." His smile faced, replaced by grimace of self castigation. "Ouch. I have a bit of a headache, though."
Morinth was baffled.
A bit of a headache?
He was supposed to be dead! She was an Adrat-Yakshi! How was this possible! All of her victims had died within seconds! Her most recent victim, Nef, hemhoraged for nearly two hours before the blood loss finally-mercifully-put her out of her misery. Morinth had told herself as she always told herself, that this one would be the last. That she'd had enough, that she would end this endless cycle of killing with Nef and refuse her darker emotions forevermore. But there was always one more time...
She could love, but she would never be loved, at least, not for very long. It was her curse. The dogma of her existence. The reason she was hunted by her own mother and by her own people.
Morinth had grown to accept this if not her fate, and given up the thought of ever sharing a relationship with someone for more than a few brief moments. She didn't know to what to do with someone who'd survived the mating process. She didn't know how to handle this. She couldn't handle it. Her instincts raged with her heart, the desire for fight or flight replaced by a sudden yearning, one she'd never known before.
"Is something wrong?" Naruto asked, utterly unaware of the feelings rampaging within her breast. Morinth shook her head and bit back the tears of relief. Relief. How long had it been since she'd felt that emotion? She'd never know relief; never known peace in her desperate bid to survive in a society that loathed her very existence. The earliest time and memory of that emotion had been before the symptoms manifested, before anything and all of this.
Morinth kissed him then, and this time their kiss had passion. Slowly, tentatively, she melded herself with him once more. Naruto didn't even flinch this time, a wordless cry of pleasure fleeing from his lips like a creature chased from its den. Soon enough, Morinth's voice joined his as she climaxed with him.
So they did it again. And again, and again.
And they might have continued throughout the night, had not the door to her apartment suddenly sprung open, flying off its hinges as two armed individuals entered. Morinth froze, years of experience fleeing her, leaving her as naked as the day she'd been born. Which, technically, she was. It certainly didn't help that one of them was an asari, and the other, a human. Even as she scrambled upright one of the intruders hurled a biotic field at her, the deadly dark energy tearing across the apartment and toward her ready to tear into yielding flesh.
It never made it.
Naruto pushed her backwards and flung his hand outward in the same instant. The bed and mattress tore themselves free from its hinges with a metallic shriek, an impromptu missile launching itself into the path of the projectile. Before either could react, he raised the other, pulling the mattress at the both of them, trapping them against the wall. It was over, just like that, and they were pinned.
Naruto rose, keeping his hands out, palm splayed.
"Are you alright?" He asked, stealing a glance back at the asari.
Before Morinth could answer, a powerful biotic field threw the mattress back at the spectre, smashing him across the room and into the window. The glass shattered upon the impact and for a moment, he pinwheeled, about to fall. But by then Morinth had finally found her footing. With a subtle flick of the wrist she pulled the human back; knocking him off the ledge and into her, with a brief embrace. It didn't last.
Scarce had she wrapped her arms around him than a bullet tore through her shoulder. Goddess! Morinth cursed herself for her own stupidity. Why? Why did I do that? She felt rather than saw the violet stain blossom across her arm, staining her skin a rich indigo. Naruto spun with her, narrowly evading a second shot, and brought both arms forward in a viscious clapping motion.
The ensuing shockwave threw both intruders from their feet. Literally. One moment the asari and the female human stood before them; the next they went crashing through a wall and into the next apartment. Naruto stalked after them, hurriedly d,onning his clothes and armor as he went. Neither intruder emerged from the gaping hole in the wall, if they were even still alive, then they seemed content to lie in wait.
'What kind of biotic power was that just now...unbelievable!'
"I owe you." The spectre muttered as his shields snapped into place, straightening and reaching for his pistol. "Remind me of that once this is over." Morinth, having found her clothes in the chaos, managed a disbelieving nod and together they stepped out over the rubble. Silently, she hoped the blast had killed them. She was dissapointed. Both the intruders were alive, and well. They lay there; sheathed in dust and debris, still recovering from the attack. The elder asari propped herself up on her elbows, as if she planned to rise. A swift kick to her face, courtesy of Morinth, prevented that from happening.
Damn, but that felt good!
"Hello, mother." she hissed, the words rich with venom.
"Do not call me that." The asari answered sternly, staring up at her with cold, unfeeling eyes.
"I can't choose to stop being your daughter, mother." Morinth answered.
"You made your choice long ago!"
"What choice!" Morinth exclaimed aghast, glarind pale blue daggers at the asari beneath her. "My only crime is being born with the gifts you gave me!"
"No!" She shouted! "I am the genetic destiny of the asari, but they are not ready to reveal this, so in your eyes, I must die!"
"You are a disease to be purged, nothing more!"
The human female, having silently born witness their escalating arguement, reached for her weapon. There was a soft click as it unlocked from its holster, but no one seemed to notice. Her fingers curled around its trigger and thumbed off the safety.. Slowly, slowly, she began to draw, careful not to draw attention to herself.-
Naruto pressed his pistol to her temple.
"Don't even think about it, Shepard."
"Shepard?" Morinth repeated, thunderstruck, her gaze darting toward the human female.
"The one and only." Naruto began flatly, his eyes never leaving the human woman. "I heard a rumor someone brought her back." A small, cold smile stretched across his face, as he fingered the trigger. "Now what to do with you, traitor?" He seemed to contemplate it for a moment. "Maybe I should shoot you and we'll call it even."
"I'm no traitor," Shepard began...
...right before Naruto pistol-whipped her.
"The hell you aren't!" Naruto scowled, the smile slipping from his face like so much water. "Did you think, I didn't know, Shep?" You're working for Cerberus! That's textbook treason, right there, and with good reason! I've half a mind to drag your ass back to the Citadel for trial, here and now, miss former spectre!"
"If you'll just here me out, I can explain." When Naruto didn't shoot Shepard, she continued. "I'm building a team to stand against the Collectors. I could really use your help on this, Naruto-
"Don't give me that Reaper bullshit again, Shepard!" Naruto snarled. "It ended with Sovereign! How many times do I have to tell you that!"
"And how many times do I have to tell you you're wrong!" Shepard snapped back. "The Reapers are still out there and they're using the Collectors as their tools, just like the council is using you since her death!"
"Say that again!" Naruto roared, slamming the barrel of his gun against Shepard's head. "I fucking dare you!"
"Maybe we should hear them out." Morinth suggested, softly.
"Why the hell should we do that?" Naruto shot her a baleful glare. "I ought to put a bullet in her head." A glance to Samara. "In both of their heads."
Morinth touched a hand to Naruto's. She didn't like the situation anymore than he did-even less, actually-but she saw wisdom in Shepard's words. If these Collectors were the threat, then someone had to deal wit them. She squeezed his hand, and Naruto sighed. He lowered the pistol. Then he punched Shepard. Not gently. His armored fist cracked across her jaw with a resounding smack leaving the commander stunned and disoriented, but otherwise unharmed.
"That was for Eden Prime." He snapped, still bitter. "I'll hear you out, Shepard, but I won't promise anything. I'll listen." He turned suddenly, his lips gracing Morinth's cheek a terribly soft moment. "But only because my friend here asked so nicely."
"Morinth!" The other asari exclaimed in horror. "What have you done to this man!"
Morinth's only response was to smile. She thought of all the things she could say; Guess what mother? I just had sex with this man, and he didn't die! Or In your face, you no good bitch, I finally found someone and there's nothing you can do about it! Perhaps even, I may be an Adrat-Yakshim but I finally found someone to be with! In the end, she couldn't decided on what to say, and in the end, she really didn't have to.
Because Naruto summed up all her feelings in two words.
A/N: Mwahaha! NarutoxMorinth! She wasn't prepared for him to survive, but he has! Why is that? Maybe because Naruto has a certain kitsune to thank for his survival? Or perhaps it is the legendary stamina of the Uzumaki Clan in effect? And WHY the hell is he in the Mass Effect universe to begin with? Well, if this chapter didn't make it bloody obvious, the next one will! Anyways I'm going to include the Mass Effect Choice Engine in this story, so be sure to vote for significant options and outcomes as they appear!
Also, one more note...anyone wanna bet that's NOT Samara and Shepard who just burst into the apartment? This can't possibly end well...or can it? What will be the ultimate fate of Morinth and her new mate AND their possible family? I tried to make this as amusing as possible, because I could totally see this happening if Morinth actually had a chance to be with someone she truly cared for. So...what will happen next?
Stay tuned to find out!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to rest up for tonight's midnight release of Mass Effect 3! XD