Uchiha Patriarch

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[POV: Narrator]

[Date: 20 minutes after disappearance]

[Location: Gluttony's Dimension - In front of Father]

With a nonchalant expression adorning his face, the blonde man resembling Van Hohenheim let out a bored sigh, as if disinterested in the world around him. But beneath that façade of indifference, a flame of curiosity burned within him, eager to uncover the truth.

"Who are you?" he asked in a voice laced with an almost dismissive tone. Yet, his eyes betrayed a different story, shining with a glimmer of intrigue and hidden depths. His gaze pierced through the veil of uncertainty, searching for answers.

[POV: Narrator]

[Date: 0.2 seconds after disappearance]

[Location: Gluttony's Dimension - Inside the seemingly endless darkness]

As Fugaku leapt into the inky depths of the shadows, a daring plan took shape within his mind. Embracing the unorthodox, he resolved to consume his own body, allowing his very being to become the conduit that transported him into Gluttony's Gate. With unwavering determination, he pressed forward, his form disintegrating and merging with the void.

But as Fugaku materialized within the newfound realm, a stark realization dawned upon him. This dimension was far from the vacant abyss he had anticipated. It teemed with grotesque landscapes and macabre remnants, a testament to the unsettling powers that permeated its core. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay, while viscous and corrosive fluids coursed through the ruins, threatening to dissolve anything unfortunate enough to come into contact with them.

Undeterred by the daunting environment, Fugaku relied on his honed ninja instincts to navigate the treacherous terrain. Each step he took was a careful dance upon the surface of the acidic mire, his mastery over his body and chakra enabling him to defy the imminent dissolution that awaited those less skilled.

The world around him whispered tales of forgotten gluttony and decayed desires, a testament to the repercussions of unchecked indulgence. Broken structures and crumbling monuments loomed in the distance, remnants of a once-prosperous realm now mired in ruin.

(A/N: In The Fullmetal Alchemist series, a chilling and disturbing dimension known as Gluttony's Gate unravels as the series delves into Gluttony's stomach.)

And now Fugaku finds himself, within Gluttony's Gate, a vast expanse of darkness that stretches endlessly. The air is heavy with an unsettling aura, while the walls pulsate and writhe with layers of fleshy textures, eliciting a shudder down the spine. Faces, contorted and twisted, emerge from the walls, testifying to the multitude of beings devoured by Gluttony.

In this eerie space, Gluttony's voracious appetite knows no bounds. Anything that enters his stomach becomes imprisoned within him, preserved and undigested. The contents within his belly, a mix of objects and even people, lie in suspended existence, ready to be expelled when needed. It's an unpredictable realm, a stomach turned into a treacherous and disturbing void.

Unfortunate captives who find themselves swallowed by Gluttony are condemned to this nightmarish dimension. Trapped within its claustrophobic confines, they are stripped of hope and condemned to a fate of despair. The very essence of their being echoes the loss of freedom, consumed by Gluttony's overwhelming hunger.

Gluttony's Gate served in the series as a chilling metaphor, a visual embodiment of the perils of unchecked indulgence and the destructive nature of insatiable desires. It stands as a testament to the twisted realm inhabited by the homunculi, a stark reminder of the consequences that follow the path of uncontrolled appetites. But for Fugaku it is now a test for survival either he wins or he dies.

As Fugaku risked going forward deeper into this realm, his path was abruptly blocked by two striking figures. The first, a short, bald man with a fat frame, emanated an aura of hunger that seemed to ooze from his every pore.

Standing beside him was a woman who exuded an intoxicating allure. Clad in a form-fitting, black one-piece dress, she exuded an air of sensuality that was impossible to ignore. Her dark, lustrous hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that blended innocence and seduction in equal measure. Her eyes held a mesmerizing gaze, filled with a subtle hint of mischief and desire.

These two are Lust and Gluttony!!

Their combined presence formed an intriguing picture—a union of gluttony and seduction. Fugaku felt their eyes fixated upon him, a mixture of curiosity and a hunger that extended beyond the physical. It was as if they could consume him, body and soul, with their mere presence, well, at least one literally while the other metaphorically.

This encounter painted a vivid tableau, with Fugaku at the center, caught between the raw, unbridled indulgence of Gluttony and the alluring, dangerous allure of Lust. The scene crackled with tension and unspoken desires, setting the stage for a clash of wills and an exploration of the darkest corners of human nature.

The black-haired woman, clad in a sexy black one-piece dress, leaned in towards her overweight brother, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "Gluttony, have you devoured him?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of intrigue and worry.

In that moment, a realization struck Fugaku like a lightning bolt. His mind raced to connect the dots. 'Oh no!' he thought, his eyes widening with comprehension. 'Gluttony's stomach... it's the same as my dimension!'

Fugaku's heart raced as he grappled with the weight of this revelation. How could he explain this strange and twisted connection to the siblings before him? The task felt impossible, a daunting challenge that threatened to overwhelm him.

The plump figure of Gluttony, looking at Fugaku with a perplexed expression, seemed to mirror the inner turmoil that Fugaku himself was experiencing. Despite their physical dissimilarity, there was an uncanny sense of familiarity, as if they shared a deeper bond that defied explanation.

With a quick shake of his head, Gluttony responded to the woman's question, denying any act of consumption. His gaze shifted towards Fugaku, an odd recognition sparking in his eyes. It was as though he sensed a connection between them, a strange kinship that transcended appearances.

Lust's inquiry hung in the air, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Sensing a shared connection, she couldn't help but feel a certain kinship with Fugaku.

Fugaku met her gaze, his expression is resolute yet cautious. "I am a Homunculus, much like both of you. But before I reveal more, I must meet Father and explain my circumstances directly to him, as well as to all of you."

Lust, with her seductive tone and a hint of amusement, leaned in closer. "Well, isn't that interesting, Gluttony?" she purred, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

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