Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Down ❯ All This Pain ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Silver Mazes 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.05.2006 | Updated On: 02.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.05.2006 | Updated On: 02.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.Authors Note: This story is rated for some content (homosexuality, language, possible crossdressing, rape, abuse, sexual situations). I have never read the Naruto manga and have only see a few episodes. Therefore, the characters WILL be OOC. Not only that, but I need Sasuke to be ooc for this fic to work. The only information that I got on them is from looking through website and reading fanfictions.The prologue and basic idea for this story was given to me by another author. Everything else is mine.Pairings- Neji x Sasuke
Pain. That was the only thing Sasuke could think of at that moment. It was stupid and pointless to focus on it now. If he gave into the pain, then everything he sacrificed would have been in vain. And that was totally unacceptable. Sasuke slowly lifted himself off the stairs where he was lying. He took a few steps but collapsed back down. The pain was more intense than he realized and Sasuke didn't think he had any more fight in him.
Just give up already, he told himself. You lost.
Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes in surrender. Unfortunately something kept him from passing out, his anger. Anger that this was happening to him in the first place. Anger that his well thought out plan was going down the drain. Anger that his whole body was battered and bruised. Anger that he had finally found happiness and had to give it up. But most of all anger over the fact that he was going to die and the bastard who did it was going to get away with it. As he thought about these things, the anger turned into a boiling hot rage that overshadowed any pain that he was feeling.
"Hell no." Sasuke whispered.
He refused to let it end this way. If he had to die, so be it. But he sure as hell wasn't going to be the only one. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, Sasuke pulled himself off the stairs and headed toward his room. Once there, everything would be fine. Just as he got to his bedroom door, he was kicked from behind. He couldn't hold in the scream of pain as he fell forward to the floor on his knees. Another kick barely missed his head as he tried to crawl to the bed. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and he was roughly jerked up off the floor. Sasuke began fighting and landed a punch but received one that was twice as hard in the face. His head snapped back and he could've sworn that stars flashed before his eyes. Everything began spinning and he was on the verge of throwing up. Not good, he suddenly thought. I've probably already got a concussion from my head being used as a drum downstairs. In his brief disorientation, Sasuke was shoved down on the bed and then straddled, his hands pinned to his side by the other's legs. He tried to struggle but it was useless. Bottom line was that he was exhausted and the sick fuck on top of him wasn't. A hiss of pain escaped his split and bleeding lips as another mouth pressed forcefully against his. Bile rose into his throat as a alcohol and smoke laced tongue slipped into his mouth. Sasuke shuddered in revulsion as calloused hands roughly pawed all over his body.
These aren't the hands I want touching me, his mind screamed.
He had correctly predicted that this would happen but that didn't mean he wanted it to. He started struggling again, but a knee pressing into his groin quickly stopped any fight. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his pants and boxers being roughly pulled down. His hands were released and then gathered up so they could be pinned above his head. With a few words and a sadistic laugh, the bastard above him plunged himself inside of Sasuke. A scream of pure agony was torn from Sasuke's mouth as he was violated without preparation or lubrication. The last thing that he wanted to do was give the other man the pleasure of hearing his scream but nothing could have stopped it from coming out. What he could only describe as white hot fire coursed through his lower body as he felt himself being split apart. He thought he was able to handle pain. But this... oh god, he'd rather die than to feel this. A slight squishing sound alerted him to the fact that he was probably bleeding heavily. The feel of something wet running down his thigh confirmed his suspicion. The heavy pull of darkness was calling him but Sasuke refused to give into it. The only thing he could cling to was the fact that if he passed out, he knew he would never wake up again. Focusing on his end goal of not being the only one to die at the end of this, he blocked out what was happening. Or blocked out as best as he could a heavy, sweaty man brutally violating him. Even though he had come to terms with, and was actually looking forward to, his inevitable death, there was a part of him that desperately wanted to live. Not because he valued his life at this point, but to keep other people from finding out what had happened. By morning parts of his story would be plastered all over the news. And by noon the rumors and speculations would be flying. People were going to revel in it with malicious glee, talking about it for years to come. Another Uchiha tragedy. The number of people at his funeral would be massive. All curious to see the last of the cursed Uchihas. Correction, he suddenly thought, most would be there out of curiosity. A handful would come because they had liked him. And three, such a small number when he thought about it, would be there because they loved him. It was the thought of these three that caused Sasuke more pain than anything that had happened to him so far. They were going to be devastated when they found out. On top of that, they were going to be questioned, taunted, and whispered about because of their connection to him. His only hope was that they didn't hate him. A moan and a sharp bite to the neck snapped Sasuke out of his thoughts. The hands holding his wrists were suddenly lifted and then quickly placed around his throat.
Predictable bastard, Sasuke thought. That bastard's need to see me in pain while he cums is going to be his downfall.
With his now free hand, Sasuke was able to let it slip under one of the pillows. He felt for the familiar cool metal and pulled it out. Before the other man realized what was happening, the weapon was at his throat.
"I win." Sasuke said with a wicked grin.
The sound of a gun firing echoed throughout the room. Sasuke instantly froze and his blood ran cold. He felt the blood splatter onto his face but didn’t give it any thought. Even the heavy body, which was still inside him, slumping down on him failed to get a reaction.
No. Fucking hell, no. No!
Sasuke struggled desperately to get the body off of him, but it was so heavy that it wouldn't even move. He suddenly stopped moving as he realized that the struggling was futile. He didn't have any strength left in him. In fact, he was pretty sure that it was draining out of him along side the blood coming from between his legs. Besides, moving meant he had to face what was happening. Sasuke was too out of it to realize that his "struggle" was actually in his head. That he hadn’t even moved since the gun shot. With a defeated sigh, he stared up at the skylight that was positioned over his bed. A bolt of lightening lit up the sky as it began raining. A sad smile suddenly graced his face. Even if he couldn't, it seemed that tonight the heavens would cry for Sasuke Uchiha. Five minutes later, the sound of a gun being fired again and a scream echoed through the silent night.
Pain. That was the only thing Sasuke could think of at that moment. It was stupid and pointless to focus on it now. If he gave into the pain, then everything he sacrificed would have been in vain. And that was totally unacceptable. Sasuke slowly lifted himself off the stairs where he was lying. He took a few steps but collapsed back down. The pain was more intense than he realized and Sasuke didn't think he had any more fight in him.
Just give up already, he told himself. You lost.
Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes in surrender. Unfortunately something kept him from passing out, his anger. Anger that this was happening to him in the first place. Anger that his well thought out plan was going down the drain. Anger that his whole body was battered and bruised. Anger that he had finally found happiness and had to give it up. But most of all anger over the fact that he was going to die and the bastard who did it was going to get away with it. As he thought about these things, the anger turned into a boiling hot rage that overshadowed any pain that he was feeling.
"Hell no." Sasuke whispered.
He refused to let it end this way. If he had to die, so be it. But he sure as hell wasn't going to be the only one. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, Sasuke pulled himself off the stairs and headed toward his room. Once there, everything would be fine. Just as he got to his bedroom door, he was kicked from behind. He couldn't hold in the scream of pain as he fell forward to the floor on his knees. Another kick barely missed his head as he tried to crawl to the bed. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and he was roughly jerked up off the floor. Sasuke began fighting and landed a punch but received one that was twice as hard in the face. His head snapped back and he could've sworn that stars flashed before his eyes. Everything began spinning and he was on the verge of throwing up. Not good, he suddenly thought. I've probably already got a concussion from my head being used as a drum downstairs. In his brief disorientation, Sasuke was shoved down on the bed and then straddled, his hands pinned to his side by the other's legs. He tried to struggle but it was useless. Bottom line was that he was exhausted and the sick fuck on top of him wasn't. A hiss of pain escaped his split and bleeding lips as another mouth pressed forcefully against his. Bile rose into his throat as a alcohol and smoke laced tongue slipped into his mouth. Sasuke shuddered in revulsion as calloused hands roughly pawed all over his body.
These aren't the hands I want touching me, his mind screamed.
He had correctly predicted that this would happen but that didn't mean he wanted it to. He started struggling again, but a knee pressing into his groin quickly stopped any fight. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his pants and boxers being roughly pulled down. His hands were released and then gathered up so they could be pinned above his head. With a few words and a sadistic laugh, the bastard above him plunged himself inside of Sasuke. A scream of pure agony was torn from Sasuke's mouth as he was violated without preparation or lubrication. The last thing that he wanted to do was give the other man the pleasure of hearing his scream but nothing could have stopped it from coming out. What he could only describe as white hot fire coursed through his lower body as he felt himself being split apart. He thought he was able to handle pain. But this... oh god, he'd rather die than to feel this. A slight squishing sound alerted him to the fact that he was probably bleeding heavily. The feel of something wet running down his thigh confirmed his suspicion. The heavy pull of darkness was calling him but Sasuke refused to give into it. The only thing he could cling to was the fact that if he passed out, he knew he would never wake up again. Focusing on his end goal of not being the only one to die at the end of this, he blocked out what was happening. Or blocked out as best as he could a heavy, sweaty man brutally violating him. Even though he had come to terms with, and was actually looking forward to, his inevitable death, there was a part of him that desperately wanted to live. Not because he valued his life at this point, but to keep other people from finding out what had happened. By morning parts of his story would be plastered all over the news. And by noon the rumors and speculations would be flying. People were going to revel in it with malicious glee, talking about it for years to come. Another Uchiha tragedy. The number of people at his funeral would be massive. All curious to see the last of the cursed Uchihas. Correction, he suddenly thought, most would be there out of curiosity. A handful would come because they had liked him. And three, such a small number when he thought about it, would be there because they loved him. It was the thought of these three that caused Sasuke more pain than anything that had happened to him so far. They were going to be devastated when they found out. On top of that, they were going to be questioned, taunted, and whispered about because of their connection to him. His only hope was that they didn't hate him. A moan and a sharp bite to the neck snapped Sasuke out of his thoughts. The hands holding his wrists were suddenly lifted and then quickly placed around his throat.
Predictable bastard, Sasuke thought. That bastard's need to see me in pain while he cums is going to be his downfall.
With his now free hand, Sasuke was able to let it slip under one of the pillows. He felt for the familiar cool metal and pulled it out. Before the other man realized what was happening, the weapon was at his throat.
"I win." Sasuke said with a wicked grin.
The sound of a gun firing echoed throughout the room. Sasuke instantly froze and his blood ran cold. He felt the blood splatter onto his face but didn’t give it any thought. Even the heavy body, which was still inside him, slumping down on him failed to get a reaction.
No. Fucking hell, no. No!
Sasuke struggled desperately to get the body off of him, but it was so heavy that it wouldn't even move. He suddenly stopped moving as he realized that the struggling was futile. He didn't have any strength left in him. In fact, he was pretty sure that it was draining out of him along side the blood coming from between his legs. Besides, moving meant he had to face what was happening. Sasuke was too out of it to realize that his "struggle" was actually in his head. That he hadn’t even moved since the gun shot. With a defeated sigh, he stared up at the skylight that was positioned over his bed. A bolt of lightening lit up the sky as it began raining. A sad smile suddenly graced his face. Even if he couldn't, it seemed that tonight the heavens would cry for Sasuke Uchiha. Five minutes later, the sound of a gun being fired again and a scream echoed through the silent night.