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Summary: He was alone, just like her.

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Chapter 15

From Whence It Came - Part II

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All Buffy-related material belongs to Joss Whedon and all Naruto-related material is owned by Kishimoto.

Warning: Mentions of near Super!Buffyness. Slice of life and all the inane things we face in life. Stories are based on Canon, but are changed to better integrate Buffy. Slightly skewed timeline in Naruto-verse - if events and people don't match up, make a note and comment. All questions, comments and concerns can be addressed in the review section.

"Always had to be the martyr, the good guy, the one who saves the day, even till the end, didn't ya B?" It all but purred into her ear. "It doesn't hurt to be bad, once in a while, ya know. Ya might even like it." Buffy could practically feel the lust emanating off the creature in waves. This was on a whole 'nother level of strange. And given her track record, that was saying something. Intellectually, she knew that this wasn't Faith, that it was only the Beast using her Sister-In-Arm's face for its own purposes, but still.

Brain bleach would so be of the good right about now.

"Why are you doing this?" the Slayer hissed, tilting her head away, but her actions left her vulnerable throat exposed and the creature was quick to pounce. It trailed its tongue along her exposed flesh, its breath hot and heavy against her overly sensitive skin, before biting down, hard; the action sending shivers down her spine. And not the good kind of shivers that she only experienced after a good slay all those years ago. No, this was definitely not of the good. The urge to hurl grew with every passing second. Now that's gonna leave a mark, she thought. Whose bright idea was this again? Oh yeah, mine. Stupid Buffy. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"You know why, B," it groaned, movement more frantic. "I want you." Its trailing kisses got wetter, lewder, if that was at all possible. And its hands, oh its hands!

One hand kept her head angled, allowing it continued access to her throat while the other explored her body. Those fingers lowered themselves into the folds of her robes, trailing lower and lower until they found their way to the curve of her breasts, feather light in their touch. They teased her. Mocked her. Defiled her. Promising more to come.

She couldn't stop the growl that escaped her lips as she strained against her bindings, pulling so hard her wrists were left raw but try as she might, the God forsaken things wouldn't budge. The manacles groaned in protest but they held fast.

And then it stopped.

"B, I'm hurt. I thought I was making ya feel good?" it teased as it looked into her eyes, a malicious glint deep within their depths, just asking her to say otherwise. Apparently, it didn't know her as well as it thought it did.

Buffy suddenly brought her head forward, ramming it straight into the Thing's nose, not missing a beat before she drawled, "If you count almost losing my lunch every time you so much as look as me, yeah, you're making me feel great, hot stuff. Really. I am one lucky girl. That's me. Wouldn't trade this experience for the world. It's just to die for!" Sarcasm oozed from every syllable as she gazed dispassionately at not-Faith's screeches.

The Beast was stunned, that much was clear as it just stared at her; it cradled its no doubt shattered nose with wide eyes and slightly open mouth. That astonishment, however, quickly made way to rage. "Bitch! That can easily be arranged," It howled like the animal it was, before swiftly back handing her. The force of the blow had her coughing up blood, but never once did she cry out. She wouldn't let it have the satisfaction.

"Is that all ya got? Because let me tell ya, I've seen fledglings put up a better fight," she returned. Buffy looked to her left, and then her right, as if she was afraid someone might overhear, and then whispered her little secret when she was satisfied, a grin plastered brightly on her lips. "Is the Big Bad impotent? Having trouble keeping it up? That why you're making with the Faith? That what's got your panties in a twist? That would explain so mu-"

"Shut up!" It roared, cutting her off with another vicious blow.

"Now that's something I haven't heard. Not. So much for originality. And they say my puns were bad," Buffy scoffed, her head tilted to side, examining the creature that wore her Sister's face. "As much fun as this has been, it's getting old. Real fast. So how about you make with the spillage. Now. Got places to be, people to see that don't have the penchant for wearing my family's face. You understand."

Instead of the anger she expected, the Beast merely smiled, broken nose and all - it only left Buffy confused. Truly and utterly confused. "You mean the boy." A statement, nothing more and nothing less. "It's a good thing you're doing B. Taking in the orphan, raisin' it like your own. Training it. Wouldn't expect anything less of you. Always the good guy. Always." Then the Beast's hand came up, patting her head like her father use to do when she was a little girl. Warm and loving. The smile quickly faded and a sneer adorned its lips. "The thing about good deeds, B," It began, fisting her hair into a vice grip as it bore its gaze into her eyes. "They never go unpunished."


"You a real piece of work, ya know that?" It asked as it inspected its fingernails as if they held the world's secrets. For all Buffy knew, they very well could have. "Beaten, battered and bruised, ya still don't give up. What's it going to take?"

She studiously kept her gaze to hardwood flooring, refusing to comment. "Gotta say B, that poker face you got going on, it's mighty fine work. Makes me all the more excited to see it finally breaks. When I break it."


Buffy didn't know how long she stood there, chained and bound, but it felt like an eternity. An eternity of torment that should have been unbearable but pain was fleeting for a Slayer. Sure, they felt it, and it even slowed them down, but in the end, it was inconsequential. It hurt for a moment, and it was gone the next - her healing factor made sure of that. No, the tangible wasn't what she was worried about.

"Mommy! Wh-what's wrong?"

A strangled cry erupted from her lips before she could clamp down on it, her eyes growing impossibly wide at the voice. She hadn't heard it what had to have been centuries. Her breath quickened, her pulse rising. That voice - how she longed to hear it after all this time. How she kept herself at night. How she hoped. How she wished that time would just rewind itself to give her Him. "Stop it! You son of a bitch! Stop!"

Her bindings groaned, a testament to the strength of the Slayer.

"Mommy! Y-y-ou're scaring me!" To prove its words, the figure hunched over itself, tremors wracking its tiny frame.

"You little bitch! When I'm done with you, I'll have you begging for Death's release. I'll sear it into your very being. Do you hear me?! You're dead," she snarled, raging against her shackles, her eyes blazing with righteous fury.

"You're right, I am dead. And you're the reason why. Isn't that right, mommy?" it replied as it righted itself, its eyes filled with unholy glee. It even had the audacity to giggle, which only served to fuel Buffy's temper.

Her knuckled whitened as she further strained against her bonds.

"I may be dead, mommy, but I didn't think you'd ever be able to just forget about me! You even went as far as to use that little orphaned boy to take my place! What was his name, Nar-"

And then it all made sense.

"You're jealous," she finally whispered. It was suddenly clear to her now that she thought about it.

At her utterance, the Beast truly looked shocked, going completely still. The only thing that spoke of its discomfort was the slight tightening of its eyes, eyes that spoke volumes to her. It was always the eyes. "Wh-hat? Don't be ridic-"

"It's not ridiculous, is it? It all makes sense now. You're actually jealous," she continued, never allowing it to continue. "Is that what this is all about? All these centuries, you've been dormant, but now that someone else has come into the picture to what, steal my attention, you're suddenly making with waking? You now suddenly care?" At end of her sentence, Buffy paused and looked at the Beast. Truly looked at him. She didn't like what she saw. Not one bit. "Pathetic. Even more bored now."

"How dare you speak to me that way, bitch!" It screeched, her harsh words waking It from its initial shock. Faster than the eye could see, it disappeared from view, leaving a crater in its wake. It reappeared moments later with a clawed hand that was poised to strike. Claws that itched to carve out her beating heart. Claws that were closing in by the second.

But they never reached its target.

The Illusion shattered. 1630 Rovello Drive and left only Shadows in its wake.

"Wh-what?! What is this? H-how?!" It screeched as it thrashed in the chakra chains that now surrounded its child-like form. Try as it might, its movements only served to tighten its own prison. The prison that was her very flesh and blood.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she all but sung as she elegantly made her way towards the Beast, her own shackled form freed long ago. "The thing about Genjutsu, Beast-kun, is that you can make people see whatever they want to see. They're stuck in their own little world, oblivious to what's happening around them. Trapped. And they don't even know it. They're like puppets dancing along. Dancing to someone else's tune. The mind is truly frightening, wouldn't you say? And you would know all about that wouldn't you, being trapped, caged within mine."

"Wh-why are you doing this?!" It all but screamed into the Darkness, knowing that escape was impossible. For the first time in its existence, it knew fear and this was clear to even Buffy. The Beast radiated it. Practically reeked of it. It brought a smile to her lips. "Why risk everything for Him?! Does He mean that much? Are you willing to give up everything? For a Hanyou child that has no place in either realms?! Cast aside by Mother and Father. A village that despises the very air He breathes!  If you could love such filth, why can't you love m-"

"You?" she finished. The entire situation was surreal and she couldn't help but point it out to the Beast as she laughed. And laugh she did. She laugh and laughed, and laughed until she could laugh no more. Until her eyes held unshed tears. Until her ribs ached with exertion. Until her very lungs burned with the need for oxygen. "Stop, you're killing me. Really. Stop."

It screamed. It screamed and screamed and screamed some more. And still her smile only grew.

"I don't know what love is anymore," she began, purposefully slow as It watched her, panting all the while as It attempted to regain its strength. "But Naruto brings back a part of me long forgotten. A part of me I had thought I lost forever all those centuries ago. A part of me that to this day, I long for." With those words, she crouched to meet the Beast's eyes, pouring herself into Its depths, making it understand. "And for that to happen. You can't be here. Not anymore. Not ever again."

The screaming continued.

Still, Buffy smiled.


To Be Continued


A/N: I apologize for the sporadic update, but the school year has really been tough. With graduate school looming on the horizon, my schedule will be even more packed. However, because I am currently on Winter Break, there should be a few more updates to come.

In addition to this, I would like to ask whether readers (what few I have left), would like to read a Buffy/HP Crossover Drabble Fic that I have planned. Because of this format, updates should be a bit more frequent.

As always, please read and review, as it's your reviews that actually fuel my writing. Despite having an outline for the story, more than once have I been influenced by your words, so you can blame these past few chapters on yourselves. Have a happy and warm Holiday!


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