Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Disquises Only Mask The flesh ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I own this story but not the anime Naruto and its characters


Warning adult themes, yaoi. AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but I do own this story!

Summary. This is AU! Naruto is a concubine in Konoha. He is chained, imprisoned, and forced to surrender his body every night to hungry men. Thinking that this will never change he gives up on dreams, love, ect. Sasuke is a noble count that comes to The Yellow Dragon and finds Naruto. Will Naruto be able to fall in love and if so what happens when Sasuke doesn't appear to be the kind savior that Naruto thought he was.

Author’s Note---Okay I’m tired of people, well two anyway, that say that Naruto is OOC. First of all this is an AU fic so he can’t be a fucking ninja. Second of all, I give Naruto a brain here. What, do you expect Naruto to act like a brain dead fool? Do you want him to act retarded and scream loud things? I have edited any errors but I’m sorry if you find any, please read this story and hopefully enjoy it.

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Moans that were one-sided, heated screams that consumed everything.

Such pitiful examples of the sounds that echoed throughout the darkened room. Pain laced with numbness coated him as he listened to the sounds, his ear thumping with the heat of his beating heart. It covered his naked skin, skin that was redden from abrasive contact.

He bit down on his lips. His teeth sinking into his soft skin like a child biting a plump, ripened peach. Copper, metallic, the bitter sting of vermilion flowed freely down his throat. The taste that was slightly bitter soaked into his body and threatened to make him sputter. Gagging silently, he wished to become invisible, to become a nameless stone. Clenching his fists, he prayed for time to defy its normal path and quicken.

As such even the nameless stone had more dignity than him.Oh how that simple thought made him burn with self righteous fury. Anger was second best to him, perfect in the situation that he was presented but useless as a weapon.

In front of him, clinging to his skin like a slimly leech, a man slithered around his form. Biting, sucking, and tearing into his flesh, the beast that dared to call himself a count pleasured himself.

How becoming, how condemning, how affordable.

Shamed, disgusted, and repulsed; these words held no meaning to him, as by now time had taken its toll upon his mind and forced him to accept his fate. His damned destiny. Such a perfect marred image, he would laugh at its overused irony if only he was...permitted to.

His eyes wouldn’t abide by it though, as the man, the honorable lord, transformed into a hideous beast. A creature that was spawned in filth, a being that slinked around in the blackened, puss filled liquid of muck that a swamp created. Disgrace held meaning now, rage, and power. Desperately he prayed for the man to climax and leave him. To escape his line of vision before he broke and damned his own destiny even more than it already had progressed.

Somehow his prays were heard and the count released inside his body, then without skipping a beat hastily pulled away. As he stood he stretched, his withered body shaking as he grabbed his clothes and proceeded to dress. Silk, a mountain of material, and fragrant wraps donned his body, giving him the appearance of an obese penguin.

Important... hardly, worthy...hardly, desirable.....such a sinful label to attach.

Only when he smothered himself in expensive clothes and tried vainly to appear above everyone else did title lamely stick. Grinning, his lips turning upward in a leer that exposed his rotten, yellow teeth, he puffed out his chest and tried to smooth the wrinkles that his little exploration had caused. All around disorder rained, the room darkened by a haze of scented oils and half way burned candles.

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Naruto’s POV.

I was thankful for this, for the slight obscurity. In some ways it helped…..just in some. As I stared at the lecherous, filth that dared to call himself a man, I felt the need to strangle myself. To suffocate the pride that threatened to end my life. Subjugation was what now filled me, the putrid stink of this word settled in my chest, threatening to make me expel the sake and rice I was forced to eat in the blasphemous company of this man. Before my crouched figure, my body taking the form of a cowering dog before its master, my client’s smirk disappeared and repulsion took its place. Stretching one sweat, slicked hand out, he grabbed a handle full of coins and tossed them at my face. Then, waving his hand with an arrogant air of importance he left.

It was always the same. The same ending, the same beginning. Always repeating.

Staring down at the coins that littered the floor, partly covering my redden skin I more than felt the nerve to scream. Reaching my hands up towards my face I buried them in my hair and silently hummed a lullaby; my last form of sanity, of inner peace I hadn't even realized i had closed my eye untill i pried them open and transfixed my vision upon the shabby currencies in front of me. Eight round pieces of silver, their surface faded, jaded, and not worth even a cent of the product that the man had just bought. I didn’t bother to pick them up, to touch their warm surface as it would serve no purpose.

Again it was always the same, never ending. A constant rerun.

The noise created by a bamboo screen opening stifled my train of thought and forced to look towards the door. There, dressed in half way decent garments was my owner, my master, and my source of hatred. “I truly am a dog,” I thought half heartedly, not even bothering to lace it with self loathing or raw hatred.

Seconds passed, a vein formed in the fat overly large forehead of my boss as time ticked by. Finally the coins that were situated around me snatched up. Large, grubby fingers sliding over their surface in a speedy haste to hold them. Greed truly was the worst and most disgusting sin of all. Locking eyes with my master, my enmity, I felt a blush of heated shame overtake me. Bringing my knees close to my chest I reached a hand out to grasp my fallen red kimono.

My symbol of servitude.

“Tell me you pathetic whore, did you please the count well? Did you feel even a trace of honor to be with such a high paying customer?” The long, ghastly draw of the man that called himself Mizuki instantly chased away my shame, allowing rage to surface. Pitiful really. Twisting my face into a truly hideous sneer I snorted, exposing my teeth and narrowing my eyes. I truly am a dog.

“Ha! Yes years of slamming back rotten sake and week old rice must have killed what was left of your brain cells. Honor you say! Don’t make me laugh, licking the floor contains more honor that allowing that barbaric piece of inbreeding to touch my body.” I released my anger and sealed my fate. My reply was expected and somehow still managed to shock me. I thought I had lost the ability to use words with more than three letters. My boss was not surprised however. My master knew this and created this game of back talking to create a purpose to mar my face.

It was always the same. The same routine, the same pain.

His eyes quivered and then his fist connected with my face. Pain registered throughout my mind as my body reeled back. The coarse grain of the floor brutally scrubbed against my naked skin as a foot was slammed down upon my tender stomach. Words were yelled; their meaning becoming blurred as I blocked all sound from entered my mind, and instead focused solely on the pain. Pain, my one source of affirmation. Without it I would truly be reduced to the whimpering, one track mindset of a pet.

Minutes passed, time becoming cruel again, before my owner relented and left me to pick up the filth, the pieces of everything.

It was always the same....... and I desperately wished for it to change.