Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Just another day in paradise. ❯ Questions ( Chapter 13 )
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By: blackarora 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 8.9K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 8.9K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
13
Questions
A/N At end of chapter.
Warning. Rape and death in this chapter.
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Sasuke stood next to the bed Naruto laid on and looked crossly at the comfortable chair that had been brought in. The blue, over stuffed chair was too comfortable and he had dozed off in it. Bringing forth the replays of his memories that he wanted to forget. To his surprise and horror, the image that had been glued to the inside of his eyelids had changed. No longer was it his father getting shot over and over, it was Naruto laying on the floor not breathing. That moment when time had stopped for him was etched on to the back of his eye lids.
It was like some prankster had taken a photo and pasted it to his subconscious.
Unlike the one of his families murder, were there was sounds and movement, the entire scene replaying in his head, this one only had the blond on the floor in front of him. No heart beat, no breathing, just laying there, limp and blue against the marble floor. Just that one image had made him wake up in a cold sweat after only 5 minuets of sleep. Made him get up and abandon the chair to check Narutos vitals. Making sure that the heart monitor still beeped and the blonds chest still rose and fell with each breath. Made him stay next to the blond and hold on to his wrist, feeling the scar and the pulse that beat just under the surface of the lightly tanned skin.
The sun had come up and was buffered by the mini blinds over the window in the small room and still Sasuke kept standing next to Narutos bed. Listening the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of the air machine that helped the blond breath. He could not look away from the small form on the bed. Hours he had stood here just watching the blue eyed teen sleep. Sometimes letting go of his wrist to tuck an unruly strand of blond hair back and off of the lightly tanned face.
Naruto looked better, no longer having a sickly look from the infection and his skin was no longer flushed with fever. The doctors wanted to keep him on the ventilator for a few days to ease the work load of his heart, just in case the infection had spread to there as well. The tube down his throat and the air it delivered, made his breathing sound so much better. Sasuke had not even realized that Naruto was wheezing when he breathed because it had happened so gradually, as the infection spread to his lungs.
Slowly he ran his pale hand across the chest covered only by the thin blue hospital smock and felt the wires connecting the chest to the heart monitor. He was still alive. Naruto had not died like his family had.
The hospital bed was higher up then the bunks at the orphanage and he had to hoist himself up to climb in next to Naruto. Making sure to not disturb the wires and tubes attached to his friend, Sasuke curled around the blond. Gently keeping one arm across the chest and burying his nose in the spiky blond hair at the top of Narutos head. Feeling the soft golden strands against his face and smelling the hospitals shampoo as he held Naruto.
Naruto was still alive. He could feel the warmth radiate from the smaller body pressed against him. Feel the rise and fall of the chest and the beating heart in it.
Naruto was alive, he had not left him alone.
The thought of losing the blond idiot was more terrifying then his brothers betrayal. Narutos un-breathing silence echoing loader then the gunshots in his head.
He had never really had his family, Itachi was the closest one to him and what had hurt the most was the fact that it was Itachi that killed them. Right when they had started to notice he was there. He had looked up to the man that had stood in the middle of the room and took a bullet to the chest. He had loved the man that had held the gun and shot them all.
Sasuke had loved his brother and it was that love made it hurt worse because Itachi knew that he wanted his parents attention and as soon as he got it, his big brother removed it permanently from his life, leaving him alone. It was the silence of the house after the gunshots that scared him the most. The echoing darkness and the retreating form of his brother. The utter rejection by the one person he thought cared about him.
The knowledge that Itachi probably never cared about him and was condemning him to the silence that his big brother knew he hated, crushed him. He could handle the loss of his parents, he hardly knew them, he could not handle the silence his brother left him in.
Naruto had driven that silence away, had always driven the silence away when his parents were gone and his brother was off somewhere. Either by fighting him or by being stupid and amusing or just being something other then quiet. And for that moment that Naruto had laid on the floor so utterly silent, his rebuild world collapsed. He had been alone again, left again, not worth the bullet again and there was no more blond to make it better. No more Naruto to take his mind off what had happened. No more stupid idiot that needed him. No more blond that was just as scared as he was but refused to show it.
The raven haired teen had looked up to the blond for that. Naruto’s ability to be strong and carry on even though the world seemed to be against him. That no matter who stood in his way he would find a way to get what he wanted. Even if it was the asshole class president who beat the crap out of him for no good reason. The only person that had made Naruto back down was Orochimaru and god damn he hated the man for what he did to the blond. His purposeful neglect in order to kill Naruto after he had raped him and cut his face.
Sasuke made a fist in the thin cloth that covered Narutos shoulder and pressed his eyes shut to stop what might of been tears from falling. Taking deep breathes to force the lump in his throat away and blinking the blurriness out of his eyes.
Naruto was not dead and he would make sure Orochimaru payed for what he did.
There was a curt knock on the door, giving Sasuke just enough time to untangle himself from Naruto and wipe what was not moisture from his face before it opened.
A pale hospital worker with red around his eyes stepped in followed by a shorter girl with shoulder length, violently pink hair.
“We’re here to change the sheets. One moment please.”
Grunting at the pale man as he removed the top blanket over Naruto, Sasuke heard the female slip behind him to get something from the cabinets mounted on the wall next to the very small bathroom.
Suddenly his face was covered with a cloth and a chemical smell that made his vision swim. He twisted out of the girls grip and received a sharp punch to the kidneys from the pale man, sending him to his knees and the cloth was placed back over his face before he could yell for help. The smell on the cloth made him gag and his vision swim, until it faded to black, as the chloroform knocked him out, to hang limply in the girls arms.
“Stupid prick.”
Dropping Sasuke, she threw the chloroform sodden cloth in to the large wheeled bin that had been placed in front of the door. The bin was used to move large quantities of dirty linens to the laundry level in the sub basement and would easily hold the cargo she intend to place in it.
“Tayuya, shut up.”
The white haired man grabbed some sheets from the bin and went to the raven haired teens side.
“Keep a look out.”
The pink haired girl seethed at her companion as he wrapped the limp form of the Uchiha in the sheet, but leaned on the door frame keeping an eye out for the nurse that had spotted Kimimaru last night and recognized that he did not work here. Neither did she of course, but Orochimaru had requested that they retrieved some wayward pets of his. So of course the pale man who had a crush on the boss had agreed to it and she was pulled away from her job at the A club as a dominatrix to fetch this guy.
Orochimaru had found her like he had found all the others who worked for him in the club, either on the streets or in the orphanage, he had recognized her for the bitch she was and let her be on the other side of the whip. She loved it, the sound of the whip crack and the whimper or scream as it hit flesh. The absolute power over someone was made them all stay.
The A club catered to the wealthiest people in the city and promised to let them live their every desire. While Orochimaru did not own the club, he, like his clientele was a pedofile and recruited and ran the part of the club that used underage children. She was only 15 and Kimimaru was the oldest at 17, the others ranged between them in age. Still it did not explain why the boss was going to such lengths to get these two, especially since they where not going to be use in the club like she was.
The blond she could understand, but going so far to obtain the Uchiha was unusually rash for the boss.
The blond had been taken to the basement of the club and was used in the many set ups kept down there for the enjoyment of the preferred customers as a test to see if he was to be sold off. Once sold off, the buyer was going to be the exclusive person to have use of him and could use him in any of the set ups or on the stage as an uke.
The club only provided seme’s to cater to the people who wanted to be abused by a 15 year old girl or boy and she was more then happy to do it. Having the clientele provide their own ukes if they were not one themselves, was easer than having to keep the assortment of uke personal on hand and be over used by the patrons. The person who wanted to buy blondie, backed out at the last minuet and now the teen was a liability that needed to be removed before he could spill the beans on the entire operation.
The Uchiha was another story, the boss had always been fond of Itachi but not being able to obtain him, Orochimaru was going out of his way to get his little brother.
‘Why was the boss so fond of this asswipe? He could have his pick of any kid in not only this city’s orphanage, but several others as well.’
Looking over her shoulder to glance at the raven haired teen, she did have to admit that he did look a lot like Itachi and had a certain appeal to him. Still, Orochimaru was risking a lot sending them out to collect them like this.
After he was wrapped in the sheet Kimimaro lifted Sasuke up and placed him in to the large dirty laundry bin. Pushing more sheets over him so that no one would know he was in there. The white haired young man then turned to Naruto and started to unhook him from the various things and lastly pulled the tube down his throat out.
Naruto groaned and gasped like a fish, Tayuya pulled a small green portable oxygen tank out from the bin and placed the mask over the blonds nose and mouth so he could breathe. His lips were blue and blondie gasped loudly with each breath, but he would have to survive with just the mask. For some odd reason the boss wanted them both alive and this was all they could get, anything bigger would give them away.
Kimimaro hooked the blond up to a portable heart monitor then wrapped him up in the sheets from the bed and put him in the bin next to Sasuke, pulling sheets over the both of them.
Stepping out of the room and starting down the hall, the other men dressed as hospital workers that worked for Orochimaru, stepped forward and placed the sheets from just about every room in the ward over top of the two teens. Filling the bin and nodding to the nurse that was watching them from the nurses station.
The gangly twins Sakon and Ukon, the dark skinned Kidoumaru and lastly the obese Jiroubou started to walk around the bin. Preventing any one from looking in it as they made there way to the service elevator that would led to the waiting van to deliver their double cargo to the A club.
Sakura and Hinata walked past the nurses station with flowers in their hands. A bright pink haired girl walking by bumped in to Hinata’s shoulder and she dropped her flower that she intended to give to Naruto.
“Watch it bitch.”
The pink haired girl sneered and continued to walk next to a bin full of dirty linens.
Sakura gasped, picked up the flower from the floor and handed it to the pale eyed Hinata, then she turned and shouted at the back of the girl who had shouldered Hinata.
“You watch it slut, you bumped in to us.”
Sakura saw the other pink haired girl turn around to rebuff them but one of her companions stopped her and she kept walking. Silently she turned back to Hinata and saw the shocked expression on her pale face.
“Y-You did not h-have to.”
The strawberry blond smiled at her friend and gently touched her arm.
“You should stand up for yourself more, don’t let people walk all over you like that.”
A soft blush appeared on the pale Hyuuga’s features and the two of them continued down the hall to the boy’s room.
Only to find it empty and the bed stripped of it’s sheets.
Stepping back out of the room, Sakura re read the name on the door to confirm she had the right room. Hearing a slight commotion at the far end of the hall, she saw the group of hospital workers getting an over full laundry bin in to the elevator. One of them, tall, male and pale reached in to the bin and pulled what looked to be a portable oxygen tank out from under the sheets. He adjusted something then tucked it back in to the bin.
She looked over to Hinata, eyes large with coming to the same conclusion she just did.
Shouting and getting the nurse’s to come to the room they had just started to run away from and booking it towards the elevator whose doors just closed. Hinata grabbed her sleeve and directed her to the stairwell. A quick look back and seeing at least a dozen nurses swarming Narutos room, the strawberry blond followed the pale girl to the stairs.
Racing down the flights of stairs, the first one to a new level would pushed the door in and see if the elevator doors had opened. Not seeing them open she would turn around and keep running down to the next level.
After four floors the stairwell lost the decorative tiles on the walls and was just cement as it came to the parking garage. Hinata was the one who stuck her head out and called for Sakura who was already halfway down to the next level. Bursting out the door they panted as a white van pulled away. The discarded laundry bin had sheets thrown over the sides haphazardly from their haste to get out of there.
The roar of a Harley over took the sound of the van disappearing with Sasuke and Naruto and the bike parked in the space next to the doors they were leaning on still panting from the run down the four flights of stairs. A young doctor pulled his helmet off and started to go in to the hospital but stopped in front of the two shocked, panting girls.
“Are you two ok?”
Hinata lurched forward and the doctor caught her before she could fall, setting her back on her feet.
“You should come in.”
“No I’m fine. Thank you.”
Pushing away from the doctor she smiled and he reluctantly started to go back in to the building.
After the door shut the Hyuuga heiress pulled the keys she had just lifted out of the man’s pocket to show Sakura, who was trying to call the cops on her cell phone and not getting a signal because of the thick cement used in the parking garage. She looked up at the sound of the metal jingling and gasped.
“Hinata!! How??”
“Never m-mind, come on.”
Sakura watched eye’s wide as the delicate heiress fired up the Harley Davidson like a pro.
“Get on!”
“You can ride this thing?”
“Yes, so c-come on they’re g-getting away!!”
Throwing her leg over the roaring beast of a motorcycle Sakura latched on to Hinata’s waist and felt the machine start to move. Lurching forward and going the same way the van had to get out of the parking garage, tire’s squealing as Hinata gunned it during the straightaways. As soon as they were out, the hulking form of the van was spotted two stop lights ahead and they started to follow it, weaving in between cars and running a red light to get close to it.
Sakura was holding on to the slim waist in front of her like no tomorrow. Part of her was shouting at her to try calling the cops again but the other part was telling her to hold on for dear life.
The bike hit a pot hole and Sakura’s hands jumped from the girl in front of her’s waist, to her chest. Screaming and holding tight, only realizing later the location of her hands and dropping them back to Hinata’s waist.
Blushing furiously for the remainder of the wild ride as the Harley riding Hyuuga heiress followed the van to the warehouse district and turned in to a fenced off building. An iron gate closed behind the van and Hinata road past it, shutting the bike down in the next warehouse overs parking lot.
Sakura jumped from the bike and looked over the to building that had let the van in. A 8 foot high chain link fence surrounded it and there was razor wire on top of the fence. Rather oddly, she thought, was that the razor wire was positioned to keep people in. Security cameras canvassed the outer perimeter and the sound of a rolling down gate could be heard from the area the van disappeared.
“Come on, this way Sakura.”
Hinata was rolling the bike through the small area running between the buildings and the fence. Old, broken wood pallets and bits of packing supplies sticking out of brown snow filled the ally on this side of the fence and gave it a desolated feel.
“Hay wait up. Why are we coming this way?”
The pale Hyuuga stopped and pointed to a camera that sat mounted above a steel gray door.
“Look there, at the side door. The camera above it is not working. The lights off and it’s not moving.”
A black clad man standing at the mouth of the other side of the ally saw the two girls and the bike from the shadow he was standing in. He saw them test a few spots then wiggle their way under the fence and try the door only to find it locked. The two girls went to a black painted window that was barely a foot high and flush with the ground so that it looked in upon the famed A club basement and heard a squeal of ‘call the cops I can see them’ from the pink haired one.
Itachi turned around and pulled the black cloak with the red clouds on it, over his deceptively slim shoulders and started for the entrance to the club.
Being waved in with out a word from the bouncer who recognized the cloaked form as one of the preferred members. Deliberately heading for the basement that he knew held his brother and the little blond kid from before.
Sasuke could feel his legs being moved then tied down, his weight being painfully put on to his knees. Opening his eyes, he groaned and shut them against the onslaught of blurred colors. There was a chuckle from behind him followed by the sound of velcro being adjusted as something was wrapped around his upper thigh. The coarse material scratched his uncovered groin and his dark eyes opened in shock.
Sasuke was kneeling with his hands outstretched to each side and cuffed to an anchored post, there was a bar on the back side of his knees that his legs were roped to, preventing him from closing his legs. He could feel the metal collar around his neck and the cold hands that were on his hips. Slowly one of the cold hands slipped forward grazing his flaccid penis making Sasuke jerk, pulling on the hand cuff that secured his right hand and winced as the metal bit in to his flesh.
“Awake already Sasuke.”
The raspy voice asked against his shoulder before a wet tongue licked a trail up from his collar bone to his ear. Arms wrapped around him from behind and cold hands explored his chest, one twisting his nipple painfully as the other dipped low to cup and rub his genitals. Sasuke could feel the hard on pressing in to his thigh as he twisted and desperately fought the metal around his wrists.
Sasukes shoulders were starting to burn from the strain of holding his arms up and his wrists were quickly turning black and blue from the rough treatment of the metal against them. The hand that was kneading his balls drifted back across his hip and between his pert cheeks.
“Get off me you freak!!!”
There was a chuckle and the sudden pain as his ass was slapped.
“Soon you will be begging me to fuck you.”
“Never, you demented, sick son of a bitch.”
Again there was a harsh chuckle but the body that had been pressing against his nude back side retreated. The relief was short lived as the bar his knees was tied to was picked up and pulled back. Forcing all his weight to be supported by the metal cuffs around his wrists. The raven haired teen bit his lip to stop himself from crying out from the pain as the metal bar was pulled farther back and clipped to the floor. Leaving him suspended from the metal around his wrists in a odd, swan dive like pose.
Sasuke hissed from the pain that now consumed his shoulders. That burning sensation as his muscles over stretched, distracted him so that he did not notice that the snake like man had stood up and was admiring him with a grotesque smile on his over sized mouth.
The sound of retreating foot steps made Sasuke look out from the curtain his bangs made around his face and see the pale man lift a toy from a nearby table.
A thumb sized, bullet shaped vibrator that had a 10 inch plastic tether connecting it to the battery pack. Sasuke glared as Orochimaru coated it with a thin covering of lube then returned to keeling between his spread legs.
The raven haired teen heard the toy buzz then felt it against his opening as the pallid man used it to trace his hole before forcing it in to him. Sasuke hissed at the initial pain then clenched his muscles tight and groaned at the odd sensations the vibrating thing inside him was making him feel.
Warmth, despite the burning in his shoulders, spread to his cock as the little thing hummed and pulsed inside of him. A cold hand reached around, grabbing his growing member, giving it a few rough strokes before letting go.
Clenching his eyes shut and willing the hardness to go away, Sasuke felt the battery pack be tucked in to the velcro Orochimaru had wrapped around his thigh.
Some where off to his left the sound of a heart monitor clicked on and the rhythmic beeping sound made the raven haired teen look over.
The set up was blocked off by black curtains with red clouds printed on the fabric at odd intervals, he figured he had to be in a corner because two sides were cement walls. One of the other, curtained sides was partially opened and he could see Naruto laying on a bed and Kabuto hooking him up to monitors and IVs.
The snake like man followed his line of sight and stood up, walking over to the silvered haired doctor, inquiring about Naruto.
“He should of been left in the hospital for longer, but he is stable.”
They started to go in to detail about the blonds condition but all Sasuke could see was the thin rope around the blonds neck that was tied to the bed post. How the oxygen mask would cloud up ever time Naruto exhaled and that the heart monitor had a weaker beat then the one at the hospital. Slowly the blond head rolled so that the tanned face was to him and the blue eyes opened weakly.
For long moment there gazes locked, until the sound of a whip crack made him flinch and brake contact.
“Stay around Kabuto. I’ll need you to put him back together when I’m done.”
The silver haired, younger man fixed his glasses and nodded.
“I’ll be upstairs, watching the show.”
With that, Kabuto turned and left, leaving the two teens alone with the snake.
The first lash had stung but not much more then that. The tension in his shoulders hurt worse and the vibrator in his rear was making it hard to concentrate. Naruto had said that the worst part was when they made you get off from what they did to you. Silently Sasuke agreed with him, he was horrified that he was hard. He kept shifting and twisting trying to will the hard on to go away, but the buzzing from the vibrator made it stay up.
The pale man watched Sasuke squirm for a few minuets then walked up to him and used the coiled whip to lift his chin so that the teen was looking in to his yellowed eyes.
“I’ll stop only when you scream for me to fuck you and you will end up screaming for me.”
Sasuke could see the outline of the hard on, in the grey slacks Orochimaru was wearing as the man backed a few paces away. There was a crack and the sharp sting as the leather whip contacted his back.
Over and over in a steady pace the whip bit in to his flesh, the pain had made his erection drop as blood started to roll down his back from the lashes that were starting to break his skin. Sasuke was watching the floor under him and biting his bottom lip as the whip bit in to him, determined to not give in to the sicko’s demand, and scream from the pain.
The whip bit in to his shoulders and back, his arms and all the way to his thighs. The snake was standing in front of him and he was basically laying face down, there was no place on his back side of his body that the whip could not reach.
Orochimaru kept whipping him faster and more erratically, the lashes started to come from the side and over lap already bleeding marks. One lash hit his back and wrapped around to get his chest as well and Sasuke could not stop a small pained sound for escaping his lips. The errant noise only encouraging the man to beat him harder.
Blood dripped off of him and invaded the square inch of flooring he had been focusing on. Forcing himself to breath between the ever increasing speed of the lashes, he noticed the wet marks on the floor under him from the tears that had started to drip from his chin. Unable to hide the whimpers and gasps he made after each crack, he refused to look at the man doing this to him, refused to give in and scream.
Suddenly it stopped, blood still rolled off of him to pool under his prone body as he hung from his wrists. The thing in his ass still vibrated as he panted, trying to endure the waves of pain that threatened to over take him.
There was the sound of a lighter, then the potent aroma of cigarette smoke reached him, just as a hand grabbed his hair and forced his head to the side. Sasuke could feel his skin at the base of his neck burn and again bit his lip to stop from screaming. Orochimaru rolled the cigarette to give the round burn a tail. Two more times the cigarette touched him before the snake like man put it out and rubbed the freshly burned area, making Sasuke bite through his bottom lip to hold the scream in.
“Your mine Sasuke. You and Naruto are mine. I own you and if you will not scream, I know he will.”
“Don’t you fucking touch him!!”
Blood splattered on to the gray slacks from Sasuke’s bleeding lip from the force he had put behind the statement. Forcing himself to look up at the man and glare as best as he could Sasuke suddenly found himself eye to eye with Orochimaru who had kneeled down.
“You have no say in the matter. I’ll do as I please to either of you.”
An un-naturally long tongue came out from between the pasty lips and licked the blood from his chin, working it’s way up to his lips and attempted to force itself in to his mouth. When he did not open his lips for the snake, Sasuke’s already torn lip was bitten then Orochimaru pulled away and stood up.
“Naruto will scream for me.”
The vile man turned and started to walk toward the blond on the bed, grabbing a broad leather belt from the table that had held the vibrator that was still humming inside Sasuke.
“Don’t do that to him, he’s just got out of surgery!!”
Still the gangly man was walking to the bed that held his best friend who was unable to sit up by himself let alone fight back. Naruto would not live through being raped again, even if Orochimaru was gentle, which was not likely. Options rolled through the raven haired teens head and as the sound of the curtain that separated the two rooms was pulled back, he went with the only option he had.
“Fuck me!!”
Slowly Orochimaru turned around to look at the struggling Uchiha.
“FUCK ME INSTEAD!!”
That was what the snake had said he wanted. To hear him scream for him to fuck him. What else could he do to get the man away from Naruto.
There was a malicious grin on the mans face as he returned to the Uchiha’s side. That was indeed just what he had wanted to hear from his new play toy. Coming up to stand in front of the glowering, pale teen, the snake offered the broad belt to him.
“Kiss it.”
Lowering his head, Sasuke kissed the leather item and pinched his eyes shut not wanting to see what the man was doing. He could hear fabric rustling then the order to kiss it again. Opening his eyes, then slamming them shut at sight of the fully erect cock in front of him. Taking a shaky breath he refused and the belt was slapped against his already striped back side.
This time he screamed, as the leather bruised his already whip torn skin. Orochimaru did not hold back and rained blows down upon his battered flesh.
“Kiss it.”
The throbbing dick was pressed against his check and Sasuke turned his head, brushing his lips against the engorged flesh.
“Lick it.”
Doing as he was told, he lapped at the arousal and tasted the bitter pre that was leaking from the tip.
His compliance appeased Orochimaru and the man backed away, letting Sasuke hang there as he returned to the table and grabbed the lube.
Sasuke felt the hands on his hips and the incessant buzz of the thing inside him, he felt the vile man get situated behind him and felt the tip of his dick pressing against his hole.
‘Wasn’t he going to remove the vibrator?’
It was on a tether so it was not going to get ‘lost’ inside of him but still.
All thoughts on the subject came to a screeching halt as Orochimaru pushed inside, forcing himself in and forcing the vibrator in deeper. A scream tore out of his throat and tears jumped to his eyes making the black clad form that had just walked in front of him, blurry.
There was a thunderous roar of gunshot and the dick that had just invaded him, was removed as Orochimaru fell over with a bullet through his head.
Sasuke looked up, frozen, at his brother with a deer in the headlights look as the smoking gun disappeared in to the fabric of the black cloak that had red clouds on it, matching the curtains perfectly.
A small sob worked its way out of his throat and Itachi looked away. The elder Uchiha’s gaze settling on to the blond in the bed one curtain over.
As his older brother started for the blond form a wave of panic washed over him. After every thing that had happened, Naruto was still going to be killed, just like his parents. He was barely surviving just laying on a bed and bullet wound would most definitely be the end of him.
“Itachi don’t kill him, please don’t.”
Piercing dark eyes looked over the shoulder at him, condemning him for the begging tone that had just come out of his mouth. The eyes turned forward again and Itachi resumed his walk over to Naruto.
“NO, you fucking bastard don’t kill him.”
Sasuke slammed his weight to the side and felt his shoulders scream from the pain. Jerking violently with his right hand, there was a pop and a flash of intense pain as his thumb broke and he wrenched his hand free of the metal cuff. Only to swing down and slam his face in to the floor and scream as his left shoulder dislocated from the strain.
Naruto saw the all too familiar form of Itachi turn and jump to his brothers side after Sasuke screamed and hung limply from the one remaining cuff, his left arm bent at a grotesque angle from the shoulder. The way he was dangling like that made the cri- crossed lash marks and welts that covered his back, visible to the blond confined to the bed.
Rising to his elbows Naruto, tried to get up, get over to help Sasuke, but a stabbing pain shot through his abdomen and he collapsed back on to the bed. Gasping, forcing air in to his straining lungs, as the heart monitor started to beep erratically, he waited for the pain to fade a little. He un clenched his eyes and saw the elder Uchiha reach under Sasuke and lift him up, getting the pressure off the dislocated shoulder then undoing the cuff from the post.
Gently, Itachi set the unconscious Sasuke’s head on his lap and he guided the dislocated arm back to a more natural angle. Running his pale hand through his brothers midnight locks, feeling the soft strains then reaching down and removing the vibrator from Sasuke’s depths. Throwing the still buzzing thing as hard as he could so that it broke when it hit the wall.
The sound of blaring sirens began to draw near and Itachi looked up for a moment, then started to untie his little brothers legs from the bar that held them open. So slowly and carefully Itachi removed the ropes that it seemed he thought Sasuke would break if handled roughly.
Naruto heard the squealing tires, then heavy footsteps above him and looked back over to the two brothers. Itachi was sitting next to Sasuke and softly running his fingers though his little brothers hair again. The blond could see his lips moving but was to far away to hear what was being said.
Itachi bent down and kissed the top of Sasukes head, then gently lifted it off his lap and set it on the floor. Standing up, the elder Uchiha removed the black cloak from his thin shoulders and placed it over Sasuke’s prone nude body. Tugging on the thing to make sure that he was covered and letting his hand linger on his little brothers head for a few moments before straitening up and walking over to Naruto.
The pale hand of Itachi ducked in to the pocket next to the gun holster clipped to his belt and pulled something out.
A red flash disk on a lanyard, that he placed around Narutos neck.
“Please tell him, when he wake’s up.”
Solemnly Naruto nodded and there was a crashing sound from the floor above them and a yelling voice that sounded a lot like Jiraiya, making them both look up.
“You should go Itachi.”
Naruto rasped and the older teen looked down at him with a odd look then nodded, turned and went to an concealed iron stair case that led up to a door out, the only fire exit for the entire basement.
Sakura rubbed at the window knowing that the paint was on the inside so that it was pointless, but did so anyway. She could barely see Naruto’s mop of blond hair through the chip in the paint and was concentrating on finding Sasuke when the door next to her opened.
Hinata gasped and she looked on shocked, panic coursing threw her as the older Uchiha, who was wanted for 12 counts of murder, stood in front of her. Looking at her then Hinata with those intense eyes of his that she had always found to be disturbing. His chillingly uncaring voice cut through the silence making the girls flinch.
“Hinata chan, please give me the keys to the motorcycle.”
Hinata was frozen, pale eyes wide and trembling in her fear. Sakura elbowed her to brake her out of the trance she had put herself in.
“Give him the keys.”
Fumbling in her nervousness the heiress almost dropped them, but managed to hand them over to the coldly polite murderer.
Ducking under the fencing at the spot it took them a good ten minutes to find where it was loose enough to slip under, it was like he already knew were it was. The two girls watched entranced as he slung his leg over and started the Harley, roaring down the ally and turning the corner to disappear.
The green eyed girl let out the breath she had been holding and reached out to support herself as her knees went weak.
“Sakura come on.”
There was a tug on her sleeve and the strawberry blond looked over to Hinata who was nodding at the door which was still open. How could she not be terrified after coming face to face with a wanted criminal? One that had brutally murdered his whole family and drove Sasuke to suicide. She was trembling in fear over what could of happened, she had seen the gun at Itachi’s side.
Warm arms wrapped around her and a slightly chilled hand brushed the back of her neck. Soft lips pressed against her own and she gasped in surprise. Hinata took advantage of the gasp and licked the roof of Sakura’s mouth, then retreated.
“You taste of strawberry.”
The soft voice whispered as the pale girl nuzzled Sakura’s neck then pulled away to see the strawberry blonds face. Letting go when she saw the shock and confusion clearly apparent on it.
“S-sorry, I won’t do it a...”
Sakura pressed her lips to Hinata’s to stop the girl from speaking then pulled away blushing.
“I thought I was the only one in school that like girls. Come on, lets get the guys out of here.”
Grabbing the Hyuuga’s hand and forgetting her fear she stepped through the doorway, blinking as her green eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Grabbing the handrail she followed Hinata down the steps and past a black curtain that had odd red clouds on it. There was a hospital bed set up with monitors and IV stands around it, coming closer she saw who was on the bed.
“Naruto!!”
The blond rolled his head over to look at her and she could see the blue tint to his lips and hear the raspy breathing from her friend. The oxygen mask was not getting enough air in to him and the fact he was awake meant that they did not give him any pain killers. Rushing over and grabbing his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, she brushed a stray blond strand out off of his face.
“It’s ok Naruto, I called the cops. They should be here soon. Where is Sasuke?”
Naruto groaned trying to sit up, only to fall back to the bed with a whimper. Slowly he lifted a weakened, shaking hand and pointed to a covered form in the next curtained area over.
“I’ll g-go, you s-stay with him.”
“Be careful Hinata.”
The dark haired girl blushed but then nodded and went over to the covered form, pulling the cloak off and falling to her knees at the sight of Sasuke’s back and shoulder. Swiftly she took his pulse and closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief that he was not dead, just unconscious.
Opening her eyes she screamed.
Orochimaru lay nude and very dead with a bullet through his head, mostly hidden by the curtain dividing the space in two.
Jiraiya heard the screaming and followed the sound, finding the staircase that the manager was just trying to convince him did not exist. Storming the basement with the top members of the SWAT team there with him. He saw the Hyuuga heiress sitting on the ground next to Sasuke a SWAT team member went over to check the raven haired teens pulse, then nodding to him.
“Jiraiya!!!!!!”
Looking over he saw the strawberry blond next to Naruto waving him over.
“He needs to get back to the hospital quick.”
Nodding to the girl he radioed for an ambulance and went to comfort the paler than normal girl, hearing the SWAT team member call out for another ambulance for Sasuke after he pulled the cloak off and got a look at the teens bleeding back.
The police chief grimaced when he came close enough to see the Uchiha’s mutilated back and dislocated arm, gently he placed his hand on the Hinata’s shoulder and flinching, she pointed to a bulge in the curtain, never looking up from her hands.
Going over he pulled the curtain back and swore violently.
Orochimaru was in the same class as him in high school and now he was laying dead, shot in the head in the basement of a fetish club.
He always knew that the guy had a twisted side to him, he never knew just how twisted.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor next to him was what woke Sasuke up. He was laying on his stomach, a cast around his busted thumb and his shoulder was propped in to position with a pillow. He was shirtless and his back was blessedly numb and moving around slightly to get more comfortable, sent a twang of pain from his shoulder so he slumped back in to the original position.
Looking over to the bed next to him, he saw the blond teen re-attached to all the wires and tubes, with out the ventilator down his throat this time.
Naruto was still alive, Itachi did not kill him. Then why was he there?
Why was his brother at that place? Why did the cloak Itachi was wearing match the curtains of the club?
Questions danced around his head until a voice pulled him out of the mess his thinking was leading him to.
“Sasuke?”
Naruto was looking at him and panting in the oxygen mask placed over his mouth. His blue eyes filled with concern for him.
He knew.
Naruto knew he answer to why was his brother there. The answer he did not want to hear, but had to know.
“Naruto, was Itachi one of the men that raped you?”
The blond looked away from him, wincing.
“Naruto answer me!!!!!”
The skinny blond had closed his eyes and Sasuke pushed the pillow under his arm away and sat up. Ignoring the scream of pain from his beaten back and shoulder as he moved.
“Naruto please tell me. I have to know.”
Jiraiya walked in to the hospital room that held the two boys and immediately ran his hand through his mane of white hair. The red flash disk that Itachi had placed around Narutos neck, held all the information needed to convict every member of the Atatsuki club. Or A club for short.
It had the addresses and names of the men and woman that frequented the place and videos that did not have the faces blurred out. It also had Orochimarus records of children he had sold off as whores and the buyers who abused them at the clubs facilities.
Right now, 25 of the leading members of the community were being arrested and telling this kid what he had to say now was harder than telling the mayor that his friends were going to be going to jail. Of course the mayor was more then likely was going to be removed from office, since he let this thing slide by with out stopping it.
Sasuke looked agitated and was sitting up, cradling his dislocated arm that had been popped back in to place and glaring at the smaller form on the other bed. Naruto was going to be here for a while, since he would not let them put him back on the ventilator. He had freaked out and the doctors did not want to put him through so much stress after what had happened. They said that they would give him time to calm down before trying again and monitor him in case he crashed, as well as pumping him full of antibiotics to ensure the infection would not come back.
The blond looked away from Sasuke and the police chief could see the blue tint that was present on the sick teen lips from his weakened lungs not working as well as they should. He still looked better than when he first saw him after the surgery and the blond had a lot of weight to gain back before he was anywhere close to being what he was. He was tiny, malnourished to say the least and more prone to infections because of it.
Running his hand through his white hair again, Jiraiya closed the door behind him.
This was not going to be easy to tell Sasuke, but it had to be done.
Naruto had refused to let the doctors put the ventilator back on him until Sasuke woke up. He knew he needed it, he felt the strain in his chest, but he had promised Itachi to tell him. Now he had Sasuke asking and he did not know what to say. This was not something to just blurt out, saying who raped him was not easy, even though by now the other men that did it to him were behind bars or dead so the restriction on talking was no longer in effect.
He kept trying to think of ways to say it so Sasuke would not get upset, but everything he thought of would hit like a ton of bricks to the head. He had to tell him, Sasuke had to know, but the words did not want to come out and the raven haired teen was getting more and more agitated.
The door behind the pale teen opened and the police chief let himself in. From the hassled look on the mans face he could tell that the man knew and was going to tell Sasuke.
But he was the one Itachi had asked to inform Sasuke and he was the bastards best friend.
The raven haired teen looked at the police chief and blurted out his question before Jiraiya stopped to stand in the middle of the room.
“Was Itachi one of the men who raped Naruto??”
The desperation clearly apparent in his voice and in the intense gaze he had focused on the man.
Before Jiraiya could answer, Naruto pushed the mask off and rasped.
“No. Your father did.”
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A/N what? did you think i would make Itachi rape Naruto. i never once said brother or his name when Naruto was thinking about who did it to him. only that they were related and looked alike.
Questions
A/N At end of chapter.
Warning. Rape and death in this chapter.
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Sasuke stood next to the bed Naruto laid on and looked crossly at the comfortable chair that had been brought in. The blue, over stuffed chair was too comfortable and he had dozed off in it. Bringing forth the replays of his memories that he wanted to forget. To his surprise and horror, the image that had been glued to the inside of his eyelids had changed. No longer was it his father getting shot over and over, it was Naruto laying on the floor not breathing. That moment when time had stopped for him was etched on to the back of his eye lids.
It was like some prankster had taken a photo and pasted it to his subconscious.
Unlike the one of his families murder, were there was sounds and movement, the entire scene replaying in his head, this one only had the blond on the floor in front of him. No heart beat, no breathing, just laying there, limp and blue against the marble floor. Just that one image had made him wake up in a cold sweat after only 5 minuets of sleep. Made him get up and abandon the chair to check Narutos vitals. Making sure that the heart monitor still beeped and the blonds chest still rose and fell with each breath. Made him stay next to the blond and hold on to his wrist, feeling the scar and the pulse that beat just under the surface of the lightly tanned skin.
The sun had come up and was buffered by the mini blinds over the window in the small room and still Sasuke kept standing next to Narutos bed. Listening the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of the air machine that helped the blond breath. He could not look away from the small form on the bed. Hours he had stood here just watching the blue eyed teen sleep. Sometimes letting go of his wrist to tuck an unruly strand of blond hair back and off of the lightly tanned face.
Naruto looked better, no longer having a sickly look from the infection and his skin was no longer flushed with fever. The doctors wanted to keep him on the ventilator for a few days to ease the work load of his heart, just in case the infection had spread to there as well. The tube down his throat and the air it delivered, made his breathing sound so much better. Sasuke had not even realized that Naruto was wheezing when he breathed because it had happened so gradually, as the infection spread to his lungs.
Slowly he ran his pale hand across the chest covered only by the thin blue hospital smock and felt the wires connecting the chest to the heart monitor. He was still alive. Naruto had not died like his family had.
The hospital bed was higher up then the bunks at the orphanage and he had to hoist himself up to climb in next to Naruto. Making sure to not disturb the wires and tubes attached to his friend, Sasuke curled around the blond. Gently keeping one arm across the chest and burying his nose in the spiky blond hair at the top of Narutos head. Feeling the soft golden strands against his face and smelling the hospitals shampoo as he held Naruto.
Naruto was still alive. He could feel the warmth radiate from the smaller body pressed against him. Feel the rise and fall of the chest and the beating heart in it.
Naruto was alive, he had not left him alone.
The thought of losing the blond idiot was more terrifying then his brothers betrayal. Narutos un-breathing silence echoing loader then the gunshots in his head.
He had never really had his family, Itachi was the closest one to him and what had hurt the most was the fact that it was Itachi that killed them. Right when they had started to notice he was there. He had looked up to the man that had stood in the middle of the room and took a bullet to the chest. He had loved the man that had held the gun and shot them all.
Sasuke had loved his brother and it was that love made it hurt worse because Itachi knew that he wanted his parents attention and as soon as he got it, his big brother removed it permanently from his life, leaving him alone. It was the silence of the house after the gunshots that scared him the most. The echoing darkness and the retreating form of his brother. The utter rejection by the one person he thought cared about him.
The knowledge that Itachi probably never cared about him and was condemning him to the silence that his big brother knew he hated, crushed him. He could handle the loss of his parents, he hardly knew them, he could not handle the silence his brother left him in.
Naruto had driven that silence away, had always driven the silence away when his parents were gone and his brother was off somewhere. Either by fighting him or by being stupid and amusing or just being something other then quiet. And for that moment that Naruto had laid on the floor so utterly silent, his rebuild world collapsed. He had been alone again, left again, not worth the bullet again and there was no more blond to make it better. No more Naruto to take his mind off what had happened. No more stupid idiot that needed him. No more blond that was just as scared as he was but refused to show it.
The raven haired teen had looked up to the blond for that. Naruto’s ability to be strong and carry on even though the world seemed to be against him. That no matter who stood in his way he would find a way to get what he wanted. Even if it was the asshole class president who beat the crap out of him for no good reason. The only person that had made Naruto back down was Orochimaru and god damn he hated the man for what he did to the blond. His purposeful neglect in order to kill Naruto after he had raped him and cut his face.
Sasuke made a fist in the thin cloth that covered Narutos shoulder and pressed his eyes shut to stop what might of been tears from falling. Taking deep breathes to force the lump in his throat away and blinking the blurriness out of his eyes.
Naruto was not dead and he would make sure Orochimaru payed for what he did.
There was a curt knock on the door, giving Sasuke just enough time to untangle himself from Naruto and wipe what was not moisture from his face before it opened.
A pale hospital worker with red around his eyes stepped in followed by a shorter girl with shoulder length, violently pink hair.
“We’re here to change the sheets. One moment please.”
Grunting at the pale man as he removed the top blanket over Naruto, Sasuke heard the female slip behind him to get something from the cabinets mounted on the wall next to the very small bathroom.
Suddenly his face was covered with a cloth and a chemical smell that made his vision swim. He twisted out of the girls grip and received a sharp punch to the kidneys from the pale man, sending him to his knees and the cloth was placed back over his face before he could yell for help. The smell on the cloth made him gag and his vision swim, until it faded to black, as the chloroform knocked him out, to hang limply in the girls arms.
“Stupid prick.”
Dropping Sasuke, she threw the chloroform sodden cloth in to the large wheeled bin that had been placed in front of the door. The bin was used to move large quantities of dirty linens to the laundry level in the sub basement and would easily hold the cargo she intend to place in it.
“Tayuya, shut up.”
The white haired man grabbed some sheets from the bin and went to the raven haired teens side.
“Keep a look out.”
The pink haired girl seethed at her companion as he wrapped the limp form of the Uchiha in the sheet, but leaned on the door frame keeping an eye out for the nurse that had spotted Kimimaru last night and recognized that he did not work here. Neither did she of course, but Orochimaru had requested that they retrieved some wayward pets of his. So of course the pale man who had a crush on the boss had agreed to it and she was pulled away from her job at the A club as a dominatrix to fetch this guy.
Orochimaru had found her like he had found all the others who worked for him in the club, either on the streets or in the orphanage, he had recognized her for the bitch she was and let her be on the other side of the whip. She loved it, the sound of the whip crack and the whimper or scream as it hit flesh. The absolute power over someone was made them all stay.
The A club catered to the wealthiest people in the city and promised to let them live their every desire. While Orochimaru did not own the club, he, like his clientele was a pedofile and recruited and ran the part of the club that used underage children. She was only 15 and Kimimaru was the oldest at 17, the others ranged between them in age. Still it did not explain why the boss was going to such lengths to get these two, especially since they where not going to be use in the club like she was.
The blond she could understand, but going so far to obtain the Uchiha was unusually rash for the boss.
The blond had been taken to the basement of the club and was used in the many set ups kept down there for the enjoyment of the preferred customers as a test to see if he was to be sold off. Once sold off, the buyer was going to be the exclusive person to have use of him and could use him in any of the set ups or on the stage as an uke.
The club only provided seme’s to cater to the people who wanted to be abused by a 15 year old girl or boy and she was more then happy to do it. Having the clientele provide their own ukes if they were not one themselves, was easer than having to keep the assortment of uke personal on hand and be over used by the patrons. The person who wanted to buy blondie, backed out at the last minuet and now the teen was a liability that needed to be removed before he could spill the beans on the entire operation.
The Uchiha was another story, the boss had always been fond of Itachi but not being able to obtain him, Orochimaru was going out of his way to get his little brother.
‘Why was the boss so fond of this asswipe? He could have his pick of any kid in not only this city’s orphanage, but several others as well.’
Looking over her shoulder to glance at the raven haired teen, she did have to admit that he did look a lot like Itachi and had a certain appeal to him. Still, Orochimaru was risking a lot sending them out to collect them like this.
After he was wrapped in the sheet Kimimaro lifted Sasuke up and placed him in to the large dirty laundry bin. Pushing more sheets over him so that no one would know he was in there. The white haired young man then turned to Naruto and started to unhook him from the various things and lastly pulled the tube down his throat out.
Naruto groaned and gasped like a fish, Tayuya pulled a small green portable oxygen tank out from the bin and placed the mask over the blonds nose and mouth so he could breathe. His lips were blue and blondie gasped loudly with each breath, but he would have to survive with just the mask. For some odd reason the boss wanted them both alive and this was all they could get, anything bigger would give them away.
Kimimaro hooked the blond up to a portable heart monitor then wrapped him up in the sheets from the bed and put him in the bin next to Sasuke, pulling sheets over the both of them.
Stepping out of the room and starting down the hall, the other men dressed as hospital workers that worked for Orochimaru, stepped forward and placed the sheets from just about every room in the ward over top of the two teens. Filling the bin and nodding to the nurse that was watching them from the nurses station.
The gangly twins Sakon and Ukon, the dark skinned Kidoumaru and lastly the obese Jiroubou started to walk around the bin. Preventing any one from looking in it as they made there way to the service elevator that would led to the waiting van to deliver their double cargo to the A club.
Sakura and Hinata walked past the nurses station with flowers in their hands. A bright pink haired girl walking by bumped in to Hinata’s shoulder and she dropped her flower that she intended to give to Naruto.
“Watch it bitch.”
The pink haired girl sneered and continued to walk next to a bin full of dirty linens.
Sakura gasped, picked up the flower from the floor and handed it to the pale eyed Hinata, then she turned and shouted at the back of the girl who had shouldered Hinata.
“You watch it slut, you bumped in to us.”
Sakura saw the other pink haired girl turn around to rebuff them but one of her companions stopped her and she kept walking. Silently she turned back to Hinata and saw the shocked expression on her pale face.
“Y-You did not h-have to.”
The strawberry blond smiled at her friend and gently touched her arm.
“You should stand up for yourself more, don’t let people walk all over you like that.”
A soft blush appeared on the pale Hyuuga’s features and the two of them continued down the hall to the boy’s room.
Only to find it empty and the bed stripped of it’s sheets.
Stepping back out of the room, Sakura re read the name on the door to confirm she had the right room. Hearing a slight commotion at the far end of the hall, she saw the group of hospital workers getting an over full laundry bin in to the elevator. One of them, tall, male and pale reached in to the bin and pulled what looked to be a portable oxygen tank out from under the sheets. He adjusted something then tucked it back in to the bin.
She looked over to Hinata, eyes large with coming to the same conclusion she just did.
Shouting and getting the nurse’s to come to the room they had just started to run away from and booking it towards the elevator whose doors just closed. Hinata grabbed her sleeve and directed her to the stairwell. A quick look back and seeing at least a dozen nurses swarming Narutos room, the strawberry blond followed the pale girl to the stairs.
Racing down the flights of stairs, the first one to a new level would pushed the door in and see if the elevator doors had opened. Not seeing them open she would turn around and keep running down to the next level.
After four floors the stairwell lost the decorative tiles on the walls and was just cement as it came to the parking garage. Hinata was the one who stuck her head out and called for Sakura who was already halfway down to the next level. Bursting out the door they panted as a white van pulled away. The discarded laundry bin had sheets thrown over the sides haphazardly from their haste to get out of there.
The roar of a Harley over took the sound of the van disappearing with Sasuke and Naruto and the bike parked in the space next to the doors they were leaning on still panting from the run down the four flights of stairs. A young doctor pulled his helmet off and started to go in to the hospital but stopped in front of the two shocked, panting girls.
“Are you two ok?”
Hinata lurched forward and the doctor caught her before she could fall, setting her back on her feet.
“You should come in.”
“No I’m fine. Thank you.”
Pushing away from the doctor she smiled and he reluctantly started to go back in to the building.
After the door shut the Hyuuga heiress pulled the keys she had just lifted out of the man’s pocket to show Sakura, who was trying to call the cops on her cell phone and not getting a signal because of the thick cement used in the parking garage. She looked up at the sound of the metal jingling and gasped.
“Hinata!! How??”
“Never m-mind, come on.”
Sakura watched eye’s wide as the delicate heiress fired up the Harley Davidson like a pro.
“Get on!”
“You can ride this thing?”
“Yes, so c-come on they’re g-getting away!!”
Throwing her leg over the roaring beast of a motorcycle Sakura latched on to Hinata’s waist and felt the machine start to move. Lurching forward and going the same way the van had to get out of the parking garage, tire’s squealing as Hinata gunned it during the straightaways. As soon as they were out, the hulking form of the van was spotted two stop lights ahead and they started to follow it, weaving in between cars and running a red light to get close to it.
Sakura was holding on to the slim waist in front of her like no tomorrow. Part of her was shouting at her to try calling the cops again but the other part was telling her to hold on for dear life.
The bike hit a pot hole and Sakura’s hands jumped from the girl in front of her’s waist, to her chest. Screaming and holding tight, only realizing later the location of her hands and dropping them back to Hinata’s waist.
Blushing furiously for the remainder of the wild ride as the Harley riding Hyuuga heiress followed the van to the warehouse district and turned in to a fenced off building. An iron gate closed behind the van and Hinata road past it, shutting the bike down in the next warehouse overs parking lot.
Sakura jumped from the bike and looked over the to building that had let the van in. A 8 foot high chain link fence surrounded it and there was razor wire on top of the fence. Rather oddly, she thought, was that the razor wire was positioned to keep people in. Security cameras canvassed the outer perimeter and the sound of a rolling down gate could be heard from the area the van disappeared.
“Come on, this way Sakura.”
Hinata was rolling the bike through the small area running between the buildings and the fence. Old, broken wood pallets and bits of packing supplies sticking out of brown snow filled the ally on this side of the fence and gave it a desolated feel.
“Hay wait up. Why are we coming this way?”
The pale Hyuuga stopped and pointed to a camera that sat mounted above a steel gray door.
“Look there, at the side door. The camera above it is not working. The lights off and it’s not moving.”
A black clad man standing at the mouth of the other side of the ally saw the two girls and the bike from the shadow he was standing in. He saw them test a few spots then wiggle their way under the fence and try the door only to find it locked. The two girls went to a black painted window that was barely a foot high and flush with the ground so that it looked in upon the famed A club basement and heard a squeal of ‘call the cops I can see them’ from the pink haired one.
Itachi turned around and pulled the black cloak with the red clouds on it, over his deceptively slim shoulders and started for the entrance to the club.
Being waved in with out a word from the bouncer who recognized the cloaked form as one of the preferred members. Deliberately heading for the basement that he knew held his brother and the little blond kid from before.
Sasuke could feel his legs being moved then tied down, his weight being painfully put on to his knees. Opening his eyes, he groaned and shut them against the onslaught of blurred colors. There was a chuckle from behind him followed by the sound of velcro being adjusted as something was wrapped around his upper thigh. The coarse material scratched his uncovered groin and his dark eyes opened in shock.
Sasuke was kneeling with his hands outstretched to each side and cuffed to an anchored post, there was a bar on the back side of his knees that his legs were roped to, preventing him from closing his legs. He could feel the metal collar around his neck and the cold hands that were on his hips. Slowly one of the cold hands slipped forward grazing his flaccid penis making Sasuke jerk, pulling on the hand cuff that secured his right hand and winced as the metal bit in to his flesh.
“Awake already Sasuke.”
The raspy voice asked against his shoulder before a wet tongue licked a trail up from his collar bone to his ear. Arms wrapped around him from behind and cold hands explored his chest, one twisting his nipple painfully as the other dipped low to cup and rub his genitals. Sasuke could feel the hard on pressing in to his thigh as he twisted and desperately fought the metal around his wrists.
Sasukes shoulders were starting to burn from the strain of holding his arms up and his wrists were quickly turning black and blue from the rough treatment of the metal against them. The hand that was kneading his balls drifted back across his hip and between his pert cheeks.
“Get off me you freak!!!”
There was a chuckle and the sudden pain as his ass was slapped.
“Soon you will be begging me to fuck you.”
“Never, you demented, sick son of a bitch.”
Again there was a harsh chuckle but the body that had been pressing against his nude back side retreated. The relief was short lived as the bar his knees was tied to was picked up and pulled back. Forcing all his weight to be supported by the metal cuffs around his wrists. The raven haired teen bit his lip to stop himself from crying out from the pain as the metal bar was pulled farther back and clipped to the floor. Leaving him suspended from the metal around his wrists in a odd, swan dive like pose.
Sasuke hissed from the pain that now consumed his shoulders. That burning sensation as his muscles over stretched, distracted him so that he did not notice that the snake like man had stood up and was admiring him with a grotesque smile on his over sized mouth.
The sound of retreating foot steps made Sasuke look out from the curtain his bangs made around his face and see the pale man lift a toy from a nearby table.
A thumb sized, bullet shaped vibrator that had a 10 inch plastic tether connecting it to the battery pack. Sasuke glared as Orochimaru coated it with a thin covering of lube then returned to keeling between his spread legs.
The raven haired teen heard the toy buzz then felt it against his opening as the pallid man used it to trace his hole before forcing it in to him. Sasuke hissed at the initial pain then clenched his muscles tight and groaned at the odd sensations the vibrating thing inside him was making him feel.
Warmth, despite the burning in his shoulders, spread to his cock as the little thing hummed and pulsed inside of him. A cold hand reached around, grabbing his growing member, giving it a few rough strokes before letting go.
Clenching his eyes shut and willing the hardness to go away, Sasuke felt the battery pack be tucked in to the velcro Orochimaru had wrapped around his thigh.
Some where off to his left the sound of a heart monitor clicked on and the rhythmic beeping sound made the raven haired teen look over.
The set up was blocked off by black curtains with red clouds printed on the fabric at odd intervals, he figured he had to be in a corner because two sides were cement walls. One of the other, curtained sides was partially opened and he could see Naruto laying on a bed and Kabuto hooking him up to monitors and IVs.
The snake like man followed his line of sight and stood up, walking over to the silvered haired doctor, inquiring about Naruto.
“He should of been left in the hospital for longer, but he is stable.”
They started to go in to detail about the blonds condition but all Sasuke could see was the thin rope around the blonds neck that was tied to the bed post. How the oxygen mask would cloud up ever time Naruto exhaled and that the heart monitor had a weaker beat then the one at the hospital. Slowly the blond head rolled so that the tanned face was to him and the blue eyes opened weakly.
For long moment there gazes locked, until the sound of a whip crack made him flinch and brake contact.
“Stay around Kabuto. I’ll need you to put him back together when I’m done.”
The silver haired, younger man fixed his glasses and nodded.
“I’ll be upstairs, watching the show.”
With that, Kabuto turned and left, leaving the two teens alone with the snake.
The first lash had stung but not much more then that. The tension in his shoulders hurt worse and the vibrator in his rear was making it hard to concentrate. Naruto had said that the worst part was when they made you get off from what they did to you. Silently Sasuke agreed with him, he was horrified that he was hard. He kept shifting and twisting trying to will the hard on to go away, but the buzzing from the vibrator made it stay up.
The pale man watched Sasuke squirm for a few minuets then walked up to him and used the coiled whip to lift his chin so that the teen was looking in to his yellowed eyes.
“I’ll stop only when you scream for me to fuck you and you will end up screaming for me.”
Sasuke could see the outline of the hard on, in the grey slacks Orochimaru was wearing as the man backed a few paces away. There was a crack and the sharp sting as the leather whip contacted his back.
Over and over in a steady pace the whip bit in to his flesh, the pain had made his erection drop as blood started to roll down his back from the lashes that were starting to break his skin. Sasuke was watching the floor under him and biting his bottom lip as the whip bit in to him, determined to not give in to the sicko’s demand, and scream from the pain.
The whip bit in to his shoulders and back, his arms and all the way to his thighs. The snake was standing in front of him and he was basically laying face down, there was no place on his back side of his body that the whip could not reach.
Orochimaru kept whipping him faster and more erratically, the lashes started to come from the side and over lap already bleeding marks. One lash hit his back and wrapped around to get his chest as well and Sasuke could not stop a small pained sound for escaping his lips. The errant noise only encouraging the man to beat him harder.
Blood dripped off of him and invaded the square inch of flooring he had been focusing on. Forcing himself to breath between the ever increasing speed of the lashes, he noticed the wet marks on the floor under him from the tears that had started to drip from his chin. Unable to hide the whimpers and gasps he made after each crack, he refused to look at the man doing this to him, refused to give in and scream.
Suddenly it stopped, blood still rolled off of him to pool under his prone body as he hung from his wrists. The thing in his ass still vibrated as he panted, trying to endure the waves of pain that threatened to over take him.
There was the sound of a lighter, then the potent aroma of cigarette smoke reached him, just as a hand grabbed his hair and forced his head to the side. Sasuke could feel his skin at the base of his neck burn and again bit his lip to stop from screaming. Orochimaru rolled the cigarette to give the round burn a tail. Two more times the cigarette touched him before the snake like man put it out and rubbed the freshly burned area, making Sasuke bite through his bottom lip to hold the scream in.
“Your mine Sasuke. You and Naruto are mine. I own you and if you will not scream, I know he will.”
“Don’t you fucking touch him!!”
Blood splattered on to the gray slacks from Sasuke’s bleeding lip from the force he had put behind the statement. Forcing himself to look up at the man and glare as best as he could Sasuke suddenly found himself eye to eye with Orochimaru who had kneeled down.
“You have no say in the matter. I’ll do as I please to either of you.”
An un-naturally long tongue came out from between the pasty lips and licked the blood from his chin, working it’s way up to his lips and attempted to force itself in to his mouth. When he did not open his lips for the snake, Sasuke’s already torn lip was bitten then Orochimaru pulled away and stood up.
“Naruto will scream for me.”
The vile man turned and started to walk toward the blond on the bed, grabbing a broad leather belt from the table that had held the vibrator that was still humming inside Sasuke.
“Don’t do that to him, he’s just got out of surgery!!”
Still the gangly man was walking to the bed that held his best friend who was unable to sit up by himself let alone fight back. Naruto would not live through being raped again, even if Orochimaru was gentle, which was not likely. Options rolled through the raven haired teens head and as the sound of the curtain that separated the two rooms was pulled back, he went with the only option he had.
“Fuck me!!”
Slowly Orochimaru turned around to look at the struggling Uchiha.
“FUCK ME INSTEAD!!”
That was what the snake had said he wanted. To hear him scream for him to fuck him. What else could he do to get the man away from Naruto.
There was a malicious grin on the mans face as he returned to the Uchiha’s side. That was indeed just what he had wanted to hear from his new play toy. Coming up to stand in front of the glowering, pale teen, the snake offered the broad belt to him.
“Kiss it.”
Lowering his head, Sasuke kissed the leather item and pinched his eyes shut not wanting to see what the man was doing. He could hear fabric rustling then the order to kiss it again. Opening his eyes, then slamming them shut at sight of the fully erect cock in front of him. Taking a shaky breath he refused and the belt was slapped against his already striped back side.
This time he screamed, as the leather bruised his already whip torn skin. Orochimaru did not hold back and rained blows down upon his battered flesh.
“Kiss it.”
The throbbing dick was pressed against his check and Sasuke turned his head, brushing his lips against the engorged flesh.
“Lick it.”
Doing as he was told, he lapped at the arousal and tasted the bitter pre that was leaking from the tip.
His compliance appeased Orochimaru and the man backed away, letting Sasuke hang there as he returned to the table and grabbed the lube.
Sasuke felt the hands on his hips and the incessant buzz of the thing inside him, he felt the vile man get situated behind him and felt the tip of his dick pressing against his hole.
‘Wasn’t he going to remove the vibrator?’
It was on a tether so it was not going to get ‘lost’ inside of him but still.
All thoughts on the subject came to a screeching halt as Orochimaru pushed inside, forcing himself in and forcing the vibrator in deeper. A scream tore out of his throat and tears jumped to his eyes making the black clad form that had just walked in front of him, blurry.
There was a thunderous roar of gunshot and the dick that had just invaded him, was removed as Orochimaru fell over with a bullet through his head.
Sasuke looked up, frozen, at his brother with a deer in the headlights look as the smoking gun disappeared in to the fabric of the black cloak that had red clouds on it, matching the curtains perfectly.
A small sob worked its way out of his throat and Itachi looked away. The elder Uchiha’s gaze settling on to the blond in the bed one curtain over.
As his older brother started for the blond form a wave of panic washed over him. After every thing that had happened, Naruto was still going to be killed, just like his parents. He was barely surviving just laying on a bed and bullet wound would most definitely be the end of him.
“Itachi don’t kill him, please don’t.”
Piercing dark eyes looked over the shoulder at him, condemning him for the begging tone that had just come out of his mouth. The eyes turned forward again and Itachi resumed his walk over to Naruto.
“NO, you fucking bastard don’t kill him.”
Sasuke slammed his weight to the side and felt his shoulders scream from the pain. Jerking violently with his right hand, there was a pop and a flash of intense pain as his thumb broke and he wrenched his hand free of the metal cuff. Only to swing down and slam his face in to the floor and scream as his left shoulder dislocated from the strain.
Naruto saw the all too familiar form of Itachi turn and jump to his brothers side after Sasuke screamed and hung limply from the one remaining cuff, his left arm bent at a grotesque angle from the shoulder. The way he was dangling like that made the cri- crossed lash marks and welts that covered his back, visible to the blond confined to the bed.
Rising to his elbows Naruto, tried to get up, get over to help Sasuke, but a stabbing pain shot through his abdomen and he collapsed back on to the bed. Gasping, forcing air in to his straining lungs, as the heart monitor started to beep erratically, he waited for the pain to fade a little. He un clenched his eyes and saw the elder Uchiha reach under Sasuke and lift him up, getting the pressure off the dislocated shoulder then undoing the cuff from the post.
Gently, Itachi set the unconscious Sasuke’s head on his lap and he guided the dislocated arm back to a more natural angle. Running his pale hand through his brothers midnight locks, feeling the soft strains then reaching down and removing the vibrator from Sasuke’s depths. Throwing the still buzzing thing as hard as he could so that it broke when it hit the wall.
The sound of blaring sirens began to draw near and Itachi looked up for a moment, then started to untie his little brothers legs from the bar that held them open. So slowly and carefully Itachi removed the ropes that it seemed he thought Sasuke would break if handled roughly.
Naruto heard the squealing tires, then heavy footsteps above him and looked back over to the two brothers. Itachi was sitting next to Sasuke and softly running his fingers though his little brothers hair again. The blond could see his lips moving but was to far away to hear what was being said.
Itachi bent down and kissed the top of Sasukes head, then gently lifted it off his lap and set it on the floor. Standing up, the elder Uchiha removed the black cloak from his thin shoulders and placed it over Sasuke’s prone nude body. Tugging on the thing to make sure that he was covered and letting his hand linger on his little brothers head for a few moments before straitening up and walking over to Naruto.
The pale hand of Itachi ducked in to the pocket next to the gun holster clipped to his belt and pulled something out.
A red flash disk on a lanyard, that he placed around Narutos neck.
“Please tell him, when he wake’s up.”
Solemnly Naruto nodded and there was a crashing sound from the floor above them and a yelling voice that sounded a lot like Jiraiya, making them both look up.
“You should go Itachi.”
Naruto rasped and the older teen looked down at him with a odd look then nodded, turned and went to an concealed iron stair case that led up to a door out, the only fire exit for the entire basement.
Sakura rubbed at the window knowing that the paint was on the inside so that it was pointless, but did so anyway. She could barely see Naruto’s mop of blond hair through the chip in the paint and was concentrating on finding Sasuke when the door next to her opened.
Hinata gasped and she looked on shocked, panic coursing threw her as the older Uchiha, who was wanted for 12 counts of murder, stood in front of her. Looking at her then Hinata with those intense eyes of his that she had always found to be disturbing. His chillingly uncaring voice cut through the silence making the girls flinch.
“Hinata chan, please give me the keys to the motorcycle.”
Hinata was frozen, pale eyes wide and trembling in her fear. Sakura elbowed her to brake her out of the trance she had put herself in.
“Give him the keys.”
Fumbling in her nervousness the heiress almost dropped them, but managed to hand them over to the coldly polite murderer.
Ducking under the fencing at the spot it took them a good ten minutes to find where it was loose enough to slip under, it was like he already knew were it was. The two girls watched entranced as he slung his leg over and started the Harley, roaring down the ally and turning the corner to disappear.
The green eyed girl let out the breath she had been holding and reached out to support herself as her knees went weak.
“Sakura come on.”
There was a tug on her sleeve and the strawberry blond looked over to Hinata who was nodding at the door which was still open. How could she not be terrified after coming face to face with a wanted criminal? One that had brutally murdered his whole family and drove Sasuke to suicide. She was trembling in fear over what could of happened, she had seen the gun at Itachi’s side.
Warm arms wrapped around her and a slightly chilled hand brushed the back of her neck. Soft lips pressed against her own and she gasped in surprise. Hinata took advantage of the gasp and licked the roof of Sakura’s mouth, then retreated.
“You taste of strawberry.”
The soft voice whispered as the pale girl nuzzled Sakura’s neck then pulled away to see the strawberry blonds face. Letting go when she saw the shock and confusion clearly apparent on it.
“S-sorry, I won’t do it a...”
Sakura pressed her lips to Hinata’s to stop the girl from speaking then pulled away blushing.
“I thought I was the only one in school that like girls. Come on, lets get the guys out of here.”
Grabbing the Hyuuga’s hand and forgetting her fear she stepped through the doorway, blinking as her green eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Grabbing the handrail she followed Hinata down the steps and past a black curtain that had odd red clouds on it. There was a hospital bed set up with monitors and IV stands around it, coming closer she saw who was on the bed.
“Naruto!!”
The blond rolled his head over to look at her and she could see the blue tint to his lips and hear the raspy breathing from her friend. The oxygen mask was not getting enough air in to him and the fact he was awake meant that they did not give him any pain killers. Rushing over and grabbing his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, she brushed a stray blond strand out off of his face.
“It’s ok Naruto, I called the cops. They should be here soon. Where is Sasuke?”
Naruto groaned trying to sit up, only to fall back to the bed with a whimper. Slowly he lifted a weakened, shaking hand and pointed to a covered form in the next curtained area over.
“I’ll g-go, you s-stay with him.”
“Be careful Hinata.”
The dark haired girl blushed but then nodded and went over to the covered form, pulling the cloak off and falling to her knees at the sight of Sasuke’s back and shoulder. Swiftly she took his pulse and closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief that he was not dead, just unconscious.
Opening her eyes she screamed.
Orochimaru lay nude and very dead with a bullet through his head, mostly hidden by the curtain dividing the space in two.
Jiraiya heard the screaming and followed the sound, finding the staircase that the manager was just trying to convince him did not exist. Storming the basement with the top members of the SWAT team there with him. He saw the Hyuuga heiress sitting on the ground next to Sasuke a SWAT team member went over to check the raven haired teens pulse, then nodding to him.
“Jiraiya!!!!!!”
Looking over he saw the strawberry blond next to Naruto waving him over.
“He needs to get back to the hospital quick.”
Nodding to the girl he radioed for an ambulance and went to comfort the paler than normal girl, hearing the SWAT team member call out for another ambulance for Sasuke after he pulled the cloak off and got a look at the teens bleeding back.
The police chief grimaced when he came close enough to see the Uchiha’s mutilated back and dislocated arm, gently he placed his hand on the Hinata’s shoulder and flinching, she pointed to a bulge in the curtain, never looking up from her hands.
Going over he pulled the curtain back and swore violently.
Orochimaru was in the same class as him in high school and now he was laying dead, shot in the head in the basement of a fetish club.
He always knew that the guy had a twisted side to him, he never knew just how twisted.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor next to him was what woke Sasuke up. He was laying on his stomach, a cast around his busted thumb and his shoulder was propped in to position with a pillow. He was shirtless and his back was blessedly numb and moving around slightly to get more comfortable, sent a twang of pain from his shoulder so he slumped back in to the original position.
Looking over to the bed next to him, he saw the blond teen re-attached to all the wires and tubes, with out the ventilator down his throat this time.
Naruto was still alive, Itachi did not kill him. Then why was he there?
Why was his brother at that place? Why did the cloak Itachi was wearing match the curtains of the club?
Questions danced around his head until a voice pulled him out of the mess his thinking was leading him to.
“Sasuke?”
Naruto was looking at him and panting in the oxygen mask placed over his mouth. His blue eyes filled with concern for him.
He knew.
Naruto knew he answer to why was his brother there. The answer he did not want to hear, but had to know.
“Naruto, was Itachi one of the men that raped you?”
The blond looked away from him, wincing.
“Naruto answer me!!!!!”
The skinny blond had closed his eyes and Sasuke pushed the pillow under his arm away and sat up. Ignoring the scream of pain from his beaten back and shoulder as he moved.
“Naruto please tell me. I have to know.”
Jiraiya walked in to the hospital room that held the two boys and immediately ran his hand through his mane of white hair. The red flash disk that Itachi had placed around Narutos neck, held all the information needed to convict every member of the Atatsuki club. Or A club for short.
It had the addresses and names of the men and woman that frequented the place and videos that did not have the faces blurred out. It also had Orochimarus records of children he had sold off as whores and the buyers who abused them at the clubs facilities.
Right now, 25 of the leading members of the community were being arrested and telling this kid what he had to say now was harder than telling the mayor that his friends were going to be going to jail. Of course the mayor was more then likely was going to be removed from office, since he let this thing slide by with out stopping it.
Sasuke looked agitated and was sitting up, cradling his dislocated arm that had been popped back in to place and glaring at the smaller form on the other bed. Naruto was going to be here for a while, since he would not let them put him back on the ventilator. He had freaked out and the doctors did not want to put him through so much stress after what had happened. They said that they would give him time to calm down before trying again and monitor him in case he crashed, as well as pumping him full of antibiotics to ensure the infection would not come back.
The blond looked away from Sasuke and the police chief could see the blue tint that was present on the sick teen lips from his weakened lungs not working as well as they should. He still looked better than when he first saw him after the surgery and the blond had a lot of weight to gain back before he was anywhere close to being what he was. He was tiny, malnourished to say the least and more prone to infections because of it.
Running his hand through his white hair again, Jiraiya closed the door behind him.
This was not going to be easy to tell Sasuke, but it had to be done.
Naruto had refused to let the doctors put the ventilator back on him until Sasuke woke up. He knew he needed it, he felt the strain in his chest, but he had promised Itachi to tell him. Now he had Sasuke asking and he did not know what to say. This was not something to just blurt out, saying who raped him was not easy, even though by now the other men that did it to him were behind bars or dead so the restriction on talking was no longer in effect.
He kept trying to think of ways to say it so Sasuke would not get upset, but everything he thought of would hit like a ton of bricks to the head. He had to tell him, Sasuke had to know, but the words did not want to come out and the raven haired teen was getting more and more agitated.
The door behind the pale teen opened and the police chief let himself in. From the hassled look on the mans face he could tell that the man knew and was going to tell Sasuke.
But he was the one Itachi had asked to inform Sasuke and he was the bastards best friend.
The raven haired teen looked at the police chief and blurted out his question before Jiraiya stopped to stand in the middle of the room.
“Was Itachi one of the men who raped Naruto??”
The desperation clearly apparent in his voice and in the intense gaze he had focused on the man.
Before Jiraiya could answer, Naruto pushed the mask off and rasped.
“No. Your father did.”
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A/N what? did you think i would make Itachi rape Naruto. i never once said brother or his name when Naruto was thinking about who did it to him. only that they were related and looked alike.