Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Broken, Inside and Out ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Naira: I'm not really sure how far this fic is going to go, so don't be surprised if it doesn't continue. It all depends on what people say. If ten reviews that say they want me to continue appear, I'll think about it. Enjoy.

 

Disclaimer: me no own

 

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Broken, Inside and Out: Prologue

 

The cell he was in was cold, dark, empty… All around him was nothing, nothing except for shadows and his own fear. The chilled air of the cell made the hairs on his body stand up, his skin freezing to the touch. He kept his teeth clenched together to prevent their chattering and his eyes were screwed shut to keep him from seeing the empty darkness that was threatening to consume him whole.

 

“Oh, come now,” a voice said snidely, the tone cold and neutral, devoid of almost all emotions.

“Consider yourself lucky. You still have your pants on. Most of the time we just strip our prisoners and chain them up. At you aren't naked. Yet.”

 

God, how he hated the voice of his tormentor. Everyday, for the last week or so, the man would come in and taught him about the state he was in. He never got to see the accursed man's face, but he could always recognize the cold, amused voice. He growled low, his teeth bared in an animalistic fashion, drawing an amused chuckle from the hidden man.

 

“My, my, aren't we defiant today? Did I say something to make you angry, my pet?” He could just imagine the sick smile on the man's lips.

 

“I am not your pet!” His hidden tormentor laughed, the sound high and icy in his sensitive ears. The man moved closer to him, his long-fingered hands cupping his cold face. The prisoner growled again as his head was forced up, making his eyes snap open in reaction to the feeling of those icy hands on his skin. Deep blue met cold, flinty black and the younger tried to draw away, his fear making his pupils dilate. His eyes began to glow with a deep red light. “You…”

 

His tormentor smirked and leaned down, pressing his lips to his prisoner's open mouth, his tongue invading and exploring. The smaller, younger man squirmed, trying to get away from him, trying to flee from his cold, cruel mouth and icy, uncaring eyes. No matter what way he moved, there was no escape; the chains that held him in the center of the room kept him anchored in place as Itachi violated him, consumed him, took what he wanted and left nothing in return.

 

The taller Shinobi finally drew back, a smirk on his lips. “You are my pet, little Naruto. You will be my slave until I see fit to release you or kill you. It would do you well to remember that.”

 

Naruto glared at him, gasping for air and trying to will his growing erection away. “Go to Hell, Uchiha. I would rather live with Sasuke for the rest of my life than be your slave!”

 

Itachi laughed yet again, his eyes lighting up with a cold, cruel knowledge. “Funny, he said much the same thing when I informed him of this a few minutes ago. Maybe I should grant your wishes and let you be together.”

 

Blue eyes widened yet again, his sick growing pale. “What?”

 

Itachi smirked and kissed the startled teen yet again, one hand trailing down to cup Naruto's groin. He squeezed hard before releasing the teen and stepping back, his eyes roaming the flushed figure. “My brother is in the cell across from yours. I think I will have him moved in here to keep you company and encourage your training.” The Akastuki member turned and walked in the general direction of the door, his heels clicking loudly on the stone ground. “I think breaking the two of you is going to be a great deal of fun.”

 

Naruto could only stare after the older man, his entire body limp in his restraints, eyes clouded with fear. He and Sasuke were both at Itachi's mercy? They were doomed.

 

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Six Years Later

 

Itachi studied the large tome on his desk absently, his long fingers twisting the long, silky strands of the golden hair that crowned his slave's head. The young man who was sitting at Itachi's feet stared blankly ahead, his once vibrant eyes as flat and dull as those of the raven-haired teen who beside the older ninja's chair, all life and will gone. Itachi affectionately tugged at the long strands as he worked, well aware that neither of his servants were truly aware of themselves except as his toys, his objects.

 

He glanced over at the raven-haired man who so resembled him, his mind working rapidly. He had to make a choice, soon. One of them had to return to the village and deliver their message. They couldn't return the blond he was playing with at the moment, that much was absolutely certain, but they could return his brother. The villagers would flock to the man, all of them bending over backwards to help the boy return to normal.

 

He turned back to the tome and frowned. That was what he had to do. He had to return his brother. Maybe the boy would return with them for his head.

 

“Sasuke.” His brother turned to face him, remaining on his knees as he had been taught.

 

“Yes, Master?” Itachi smirked and used his free hand to stroke the pale man's face. Yes, this would work.

 

“How would you feel if I told you I was going to return you to Konoha?” As soon as Sasuke's eyes flew to meet his, Itachi knew he had his brother's attention.

 

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Niara: so, yeah, you know