Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Senjo no Ai ❯ Fighter slave ( Chapter 1 )

Senjo no ai --battle field of love (sounds better in Japanese)

Demon...akuma

Paring/s: one of these in the end…NaruSasu main, NaruIta, GaaraNaru and zabuHaku: and others.

Summary: In the kingdom of Konoha, Naruto is a prisoner forced to be a fighter slave for the pleasure of the Uchiha Brothers. Turns out… it just so happens that they are lost half-brothers. Incest-ish (NaruSasu)

Yaoifan01Notes: You read right, this is a NARUTO x Sasuke. Meaning Naruto is seme. Don’t like? –Too bad-

Don’t get me wrong I do like Naruto the Uke, but seriously authors overdo the Uke-ness. It was just starting to annoy the hell out of me because they make him TOO girly for my tastes… if you like GuyxGirl paring then stick to that: don’t make characters girlier for your own reason. With that said…Enjoy the show!

Xx Chapter one xX Fighter-slave “Kill him,” The Fourth commanded as he settled on the bedside next to the body his mistress; the woman he loved rather than his pig of a wife, the queen. His golden-haired love lay under the sheets, still and unmoving, the sheer sheets around her hips were stained red with blood, her eyes stared blank and empty into the ceiling.

“B-but your majesty!” The midwife screeched from where she stood in the doorway, afraid to take another step near the infuriated king. “‘Tis only a babe!”

“I said…kill him!”

In the tiny crib, the baby flinched at the sharp tone. It woke up squirming and launched a perching wail that echoed off the walls. “It’s just a little babe,” the midwife repeated as she scooped up the baby and patted its back. The child stopped crying and subsided into moist hiccups.

“Will sire at least see what a healthy strong lad he has brought into this world?” She held up the baby with a warm smile to the king.

The king made a noise of disgust. “I will have nothing to do with that akuma who killed my love.” He then looked at the newborn child, his face filled with a mix of hate and grief to his own son. “Go now, before the queen knows that I am gone.”

The old midwife felt a heavy sadness in the pit of her chest, her shoulders sagged. She nodded, he was the master of their country after all, and what he said was law, no matter how cruel the order might be. She wrapped the baby up in warm swaddling clothes. Not only that, but the king had his other sons to worry about. His eldest son, Itachi would make the country very proud some day soon. He was a child prodigy, everyone said.

“Wait…” the king whispered. He reached over and pulled off the pendant from the neck of his dead mistress and handed it to the midwife. It was a fox made of pure silver with red gems for eyes and beautifully cut diamonds embedded in the tip of its tail. “I want to see this at the bottom of the river as well.”

The old lady turned before the king could see that streams of tears fell from her cheeks. Twenty years later…

A heavy blow to the head caused Naruto to stumble backwards. His heavy chains rattled, and he took a step back to regain his balance while a flash of blinding light blurred his vision for a moment. It was hard to keep upright when his chains were so heavy. His hands and feet where bound in 30 pound iron; with the jailer leading in front, the two heavily armed guards on the side, and about twenty other prisoners trailing behind him.

“Get moving, you swine!” hissed the guard who had just hit him with an iron club. The prisoner directly behind Naruto, with fiery red hair grinned evilly before head butting the guard hard in the nose. The foolish guard fell to his knees, his face a bloody mess. The jailer whirled around and buried his fist in Naruto’s gut, leaving him doubled over and gasping for every breath.

“It’s ok, Gaara,” Naruto whispered as a trickle of blood glittered at the corner of his mouth. “It didn’t hurt. Don't get angry.”

The redhead nodded, but continued to glare daggers at the guard who had hit Naruto.

“It’s a shame we didn’t have time to clean the prisoners up. The sires might be willing to pay more money if they looked half decent.” He looked down at the prisoner with matted blond hair then turned around and began walking. “Hopefully the sires will still be willing to take this filth off our hands. This one shouldn’t be any trouble at all to sell.”

The prisoner named Naruto listened as the guards discussed him like he was nothing more then a slab of meat being taken to the market. His blue eyes glittered with cunning as they walked past the prison cells. The people inside hollered and shouted at them as they passed.

“The masters are very pleased to hear of your coming.” A soft voice at the corner of the room said.

The prisoners watched as the archway doors opened to the outdoor arena, and they were blinded by light. This was the first time any of them had seen sunlight in weeks.

Through the blinding light Naruto could make out the silhouettes of three figures. He and the other prisoners were shoved through the archway, blinking and blinded with rattling chains.

One of the men--obviously the youngest of the group; a boy of seventeen or so--stepped forward. He looked arrogant and stood with his nose in the air and he possessed the confident air of one accustomed of being admired and adored. He wore a white with gold lining armor, brown leggings, expensive black boots, and a small sword strapped to his waist.

The other man, who was a two heads taller than the first. He was obviously a slave, with the word HAKU branded on his arm, probably his name, Naruto assumed. He stood behind his master; his head bowed down and long auburn hair covering his face. If not for the fact that he stood half naked, Naruto could have easily mistaken him for a woman.

Then, although he couldn’t be sure, there was another figure sitting in a chair facing the window.

Sasuke frowned. This was the best they had to offer? These worthless slaves were crusted in their own filth and stunk of feces, whether it was their own or another’s, Sasuke didn’t wish to know. His dark eyebrow twitched in aggravation.

“Bow, you filthy trash!” Prisoner and guard alike bowed, no matter the discomfort. All except for one, anyway. The blond one stood, unabashedly ignoring the order.

“Bow!” The guard yelled, striking the back of Naruto’s knees with his club. He winced as his knees nearly went out, but he remained upright, refusing to bow.

“I bow to no one.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Do you know who I am?” the boy asked, “I am a pure blood from the Uchiha clan. I am Uchiha Sasuke, the future commander of the Konoha army. So show me the respect I deserve and bow.”

“I could care less.” The blonde admitted. “I wouldn’t bow to a snot nosed brat even if you where the king of Konoha.”

“It would be wise for you to mind your tongue if you don’t want me to have it cut out of your head,” The raven-haired boy hissed.

“I will repeat myself only once. I bow to no one.”

“Who is this?” the boy asked the guard. “I want to know the name of this man.”

“This filth’s name is Naruto, sire. All of his records where lost, but this summer we planed on selling him on the slave auction. Does this man interest you as a house slave?”

Naruto twitched. He knew from rumor that a house slave was one who had had his manhood cut off to ensure loyalty and be rid of human emotion such as pleasure. Naruto glanced at the pretty slave named Haku. Yes, he would most certainly rather rot in a jail cell for the rest of eternity than to let this brat have his balls cut off.

“I’d rather kill myself then become that royal brat’s House slave.”

“What was that, you cur?” Sasuke snarled, his hand resting on the handle of his sword.

“You heard me, brat!”

“Bastard!”

“Rotten royal pig!”

Sasuke's anger got the best of him and he had had enough, he roared, un-sheathed his sword and charged at the blonde prisoner with his arms swinging.

“Oh, future commander,” Naruto praised mockingly. “How honorably you fight! Truly you are an excellent warrior, coming with a sword drawn at a man who is helpless and chained!” The prisoner stepped easily out of the range of Sasuke’s untrained attack and tripped the young prince, sending him sprawling to the dirty floor. Then Naruto whacked Sasuke's bottom with his heal. He picked up the sword, sending the guards on alarm. “You cannot battle if you never shed blood.” Sasuke's eyes widened as Naruto lifted the sword over his head.

Then to Naruto's surprise, that slave named Haku scrambled over to his master shielding him with his body.

“I will not let you hurt this boy.” He was given an oath to always protect his master; one who breaks such an oath is no man at all. Lower then dirt.

Naruto's eyes narrowed at this slave’s loyalty. But before he could respond, a guard leaped on his back trying to wrestle him to the ground.

Despite the fact that his head was spinning, he was always up for a good fight. Grinning like a mad man, he slammed backward into the wall, knocking the wind out of the assailant’s lungs with a whoosh. The other prisoners scrambled out of the way and into the corner of the room. The red haired one glared at the guards and kicked out his leg letting one fall flat on his face.

“Gaara, don’t involve yourself in my fights!” Naruto yelled at the red head. He turned his attention back to the battle, if he wasn’t chained this would have been a lot easier to move around and this would be over a hell of a lot faster.

The two soldiers were on him like white on rice, raining heavy blows on his chest and shoulders. With his own fist flying, Naruto lashed out blocking their punches and landing a few of his own to their faces.

“Come at me then, you pathetic little girls.”

They gang tackled him all three of them flying to floor.

While Haku was holding him back by the shoulder, Sasuke watched with clenched teeth; secretly cursing himself, and surprised that three of the soldiers couldn’t restrain one chained man. Was he really that strong? But it seems his brother was right yet again to find a ‘fighter slave’ here instead of the town market.

There was a loud chuckle as the person reclining in the over-stuffed leather chair decided to reveal himself. “Enough.” Every one stopped, including Naruto.

“Brother?” Sasuke asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I have made up my mind. This one will do.”

Naruto’s mouth gaped open. This man was dressed entirely in black, right down to his fingernails, which were painted with a strange black lacquer. And, Naruto realized, it wasn’t just his clothes that were dark; there was something else about him, Naruto couldn’t put his finger on it... but it was if he was from the darkness itself.

Naruto realized his was not a man to be messed with. His supposition was reinforced when they made eye contact. Itachi's eyes were darker than oblivion, colder than a Siberian winter and as endless as the void. His complexion was perfectly pale and beautiful, without so much as a blemish. He looked like the Devil might, if he meant to seduce a man’s soul to Hell. His hair was long and straight, black as a raven’s wing, and his eyes were hooded by thick, heavy eyelashes that would have looked feminine on any man. But not this man.

“He will do. Wouldn’t you agree, little brother?”

“We could do better than he, Itachi.” Sasuke said annoyed.

“No, I think not. How much for this one?”

“50 Pounds.” The jailer spat on the tile floor, scratching his head letting lice, scurry about in his hair. He was more then happy to be rid of the blonde.

Tall, blonde, and powerfully built, he was a man who would inflame any woman’s (and a few men’s) interest. Much to Itachi’s discomfort. There were three scars on each cheek, proof enough that he was a powerful worrier, and blue eyes that had seen plenty of battles despite his young age, and most of his face was hidden under thick matted blonde hair that ran past his shoulders in long spikes.

“No.” The blond lifted his chin to the men. “I am not going anywhere.”

“Or,” said Itachi, arching a raven brow, “may I ask Naruto-kun, what brought an angel to a place such as this?” Naruto followed Itachi's gaze to the bulge in-between his legs. Resting his head in his palm, Itachi glanced his head sideways and noticed that a very sickly pale redhead stood beside the blond, his jaw clenched, glaring at Itachi with those pale green eyes. Itachi took note of the red head’s fury; his anger amused him.

Sasuke blinked. This is strange. He looked at Itachi then back at the prisoner in chains. Itachi is one who wouldn’t even acknowledge one’s existence unless it benefited him in some way. Of course, it was probably only because he wants him in the tournament, noting more.

“If I asked you to fill my bed chambers, would you?”

Sasuke's mouth dropped open.

“A thousand pardons, my lord,” Haku spoke out loud bowing in front of the Uchiha prodigy. “But I am afraid this beast is more likely do harm to this one’s master than benefit…”

“Haku, I assure you, there are ways to tame a wild beast.”

Naruto looked at him, cock-eyed and calculating, measuring his options.

“I will go willingly if you do two things for me,” Naruto promised. He might as well, after all, the scary one seems interested. “Do you see that red head there? I want him to come with me.”

“Why? What is that one good for? And why on earth should I take orders from a slave?”

Naruto scanned the floor trying to find the answer to the question. It would be better to lie but it might bite him on the ass later and in the most inconvenient of times, best for right now to tell the truth. “He is like a brother to me. We know each other’s pains, and I owe him my life. If you do that for me I will become your bed buddy or fag boy or whatever you want without complaint.”

The last statement pleased Itachi to no end. Ah, the bedchambers. What lovely things he would love to do with him.

“Done,” Itachi snapped his fingers. The guards nodded. “Anything else?”

“Well,” the blue-eyed boys eyes glinted cruelly. “I had a pendent when I came here and-” Naruto pointed to the guard who was standing at salute. “That man beat me in the middle of the night and took it from me. I would like it returned.” He grinned mocking the guard. “It’s very important to me.”

The guard didn’t stir or bother moving. “Well, what are you waiting for, a metal? Give it to him.” Sasuke spat, not at all pleased with Itachi’s wishes, but his brother was a powerful man and it would be suicide to argue against him. Even if they where related by blood.

The guard dug in his pockets and pulled out a silver fox. He walked over to the prisoner, cursing under his breath, and handed it to Naruto, who took it back.

“Are we done now brother?”

Naruto and Gaara were strapped into the back of the open carriage. The wheels started turning as horse galloped lightly, its hooves making a light clicking sound on the cobblestone pavement. Naruto turned around breathing in the fresh sent of the village; the smell of rotten fruit and vegetables. Listening to the laughter of the dirty children play with sticks and stones in the street corner.

Tired from all the fighting and worrying over Naruto, Gaara rested his head on the blonde’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Naruto looked down at the older man, his pale body nothing but a pile of bones from the mistreatment of the prison. Gaara wore a long loosely fitted white top that covered his whole body while no shoes covered his feet because slaves were not allowed; only the privileged was able to.

The blond tried to reach up and affectionately pat his red hair, like he always did, but his chains permitted him from moving. So instead he managed to rest his chin on Gaara’s head breathing in the smell of his hair.

Haku sat across from the two slaves and looked on frowning with envy, as he watched the two cuddle. More than anything, Haku wanted to find someone who could be precious to him, someone he could care for as much as these two did each other.

Haku turned to the red head. “So, what’s your name?”

Gaara opened one eye. He had no visible eyebrows so it was kind of hard to tell what he was thinking; either way he made no attempt to reply. Haku asked again in a much softer gentle voice. “A name? You have a name don’t you?”

Naruto interrupted. “His name is Gaara.” The cold breeze ruffled his blond hair and Haku couldn’t help but notice it made his nipples hard.

“I wanted to hear it from him.”

“You’re not going to get a reply from him. He doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“And why is that?”

“None of your business. He is my problem so I will deal with him.”

Haku's brown eyes frowned to protest but then, at that moment, the carriage hit a stone on the rode, making every one jump out of their seat.

“Ah!” Haku reached out. “Naruto! Gaara is going to fall out!”

The blonde was seconds ahead of Haku.

“Shit!” Naruto cursed as he lunched himself toward Gaara. His teeth managed to chomp down on the steel preventing Gaara from falling off the carriage. He bit down so hard his teeth started to bleed and drip down his chin. He would not let go, no matter how much it hurt like hell.

With a final thrust, Naruto pulled upward throwing Gaara back into the carriage. Haku fell back into his seat, somewhat relieved. It’s a good thing Naruto had excellent reflexes or they both could have been trampled alive by the horses.

“Few,” Naruto exhaled, rubbing the sweat off his forehead. “That was a close one huh, Gaara?”

Gaara gave a smile, nodded, and rubbed his tummy as he began to make strange, uncomfortable whining sounds.

Naruto grinned back. “I know. Hopefully once we get to the palace we will get fed. Cuz ya know Gaara, I can eat a whole pig right about now.”

“I don’t know about that yet.” Haku stood up from his seat. Naruto followed his gaze to the huge palace on the hilltop. “In a few minutes we will be home.”

The palace was huge. A place where one could easily get lost in, its stonewalls seemed to touch the sky. Naruto got out of the carriage with Gaara chained by his side. “Who exactly are the Uchiha brothers?” Naruto asked Haku.

Although Haku didn’t trust Naruto as far as he could throw him, which he was sure wasn’t very far, but he answered anyways, “They are the last sons of the true king of Konoha.”

Sons? The last son's of the true king? Naruto couldn’t and didn’t understand Haku considering he isn’t from the kingdom of Konoha. He was an outsider and he liked it that way.

Naruto watched as Itachi and Sasuke exited out of the carriage behind them. Itachi threw a menacing look back at Naruto. A cold shiver ran up the blonde’s spine. For Gaara’s freedom I promised my body to the older Uchiha brother. Naruto turned around. Gaara? Panic took over the blonde’s body as he scanned the outside. Haku pointed behind the carriage. Naruto almost tripped but steadied himself when he saw that Gaara sat on his butt eating a handful of mud.

“Gaara! I told you not to eat mud!”

“Uhh, ahh!” The red head looked up innocently, with brown mud all over his mouth, and offered Naruto a mud ball to eat. Naruto grabbed a hold of his pale wrist and shook the mud ball from his hand. “No. Gaara, mud isn’t good to eat. I told you that.”

Haku stood with a gentle smile. He couldn’t help it. They were so cute together, especially when a big, tough guy like Naruto, worried over Gaara, who seemed so violent at first himself and now simply acted like an infant. “If you don’t mind me asking…how old is Gaara?”

“He is a year older then I am, turning twenty-one soon.”

“What made him this way? He acts like a child.”

“I made him this way.” Naruto responded grimly. Haku felt a ping of sadness in his heart, he regretted to even ask.

“I see… well, follow me. I will take you to the slave quarters, where I was given orders to clean you two up. No offense, but you both smell like a pigpen. The royal sires given me strict orders to see to it that it changes.”

Naruto followed Haku, with a protective arm over Gaara. “Not even three years ago Gaara was one of the best fighters in the army. He stood tall, never afraid of a fight. He taught me every thing I know. Until I…”

“Until you…what?” Haku asked, his eyes not leaving the path.

“No, nothing.”

The three of them wondered the halls. Half-naked servant girls roamed around, laughing with one another, ready at any moment to answer their sire’s wishes, whatever it may be. Haku went further down into the darkest dungeons at the bottom of the castle, leading Naruto and Gaara by their chains. Their footsteps echoed on the cold tile floor. He led them to a thick wooden door and opened it. The room was nothing special, no better then his cell in prison, just a little cleaner and a lot wider. Haku grabbed a hold of Naruto's muscular arm.

“Listen, Naruto.” Naruto raised an eyebrow. That was the first time Haku used his name. It sounded nice, hearing his name after so long. Naruto turned and looked down at Haku. He was really pretty. Prettier then most of the girls he slept with in the past.

“Yes,” Naruto motioned for him to continue. “Since you asked so very nicely.”

Haku glared. “Just get one thing straight Naruto, you are nothing but the sires ‘play thing’. Once they are tired of you, they can kill you in an instant. It is your job to entertain them with battles. Your life is meaningless to them.”

“Yah, I figured that.” Naruto made a twisted face. I take back ever thinking you were cute. “So what exactly is a fighter slave?”

“I just told you.” He sighs aloud shaking his head. “You fight to the death in the arena for the amusement of the people. You win battles; the Uchiha brothers get credit for it. All the nobles have slaves to fight and it’s your job not to die. Are we clear? ”

“Including Gaara?”

Haku bit his bottom lip, making him look even cuter then usual. “Unfortunately yes, you both are.”

Perfect. More work for me. Naruto turned his attention back to Gaara, who seemed to be happy in the barred up slave cell and started play in the hay. He didn’t even notice that Sasuke was watching a few feet behind and exchanged glances at Haku.

“I need to speak with you.” Sasuke spat at Naruto, crossing his arms across his chest. Naruto slowly nodded, not caring what the ‘future commander' had to say, but he accompanied him anyway. Gaara attempted to follow Naruto like a lost puppy but Sasuke held up his hand to a ‘halt’ and said, “alone.”

Naruto turned around, looking into his pale green eyes and touched Gaara’s forehead with his index finger. Gaara’s face softened and he smiled up at Naruto, who was only a few inches taller then he was. “Uhh ahh!” Gaara mumbled and twirled his fingers around Naruto's locks of blond. Naruto pulled away. “Gaara, do what I say and stay here for me. I will be back soon.”

Naruto made his way to the door but Gaara eagerly followed behind. Naruto turned around and sharply yelled: “Don’t follow. I said stay!”

Gaara whimpered.

Naruto put his arm up. “Just…stay.”

Gaara whimpered again before falling into a pile of hay. Where he faced the wall and curled up into a small ball, hugging his chest. Sasuke's impatient grunt told him to continue walking instead of run up to Gaara and snuggle him. “I will be back, Gaara. I will never,” he trailed off unsure if Gaara was listening. “I will never leave you behind…”

Once they were far enough Sasuke couldn’t help but ask. “What’s wrong with that guy? He acts like a retard.”

“Nothing is wrong with him.” Naruto frowned. No one must know about Gaara or the fact that he has the mentality of a four-year-old child. It was Naruto's fault that is that way. He was normal a few years ago; they would fight battles side by side. Talk to each other under the stars. Only a few years seems like an eternity. He missed the old Gaara.

With that, Sasuke and Naruto strode out of the hall without further word. Naruto breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped into the fresh air of the courtyard. Dark clouds slid over the sky. It threatened rain, but no raindrops fell. Even so, it began to thunder. The ominous grumbling and rumbles echoed the hilltops and long gusts of wind waved the grassland.

Once they where alone behind the palace, with out a guard, slave, or servant girl in sight, Sasuke pulled off a sword from the table. “I am going to unlock your chains. Not only that, but I am going to give you a sword to fight me. We are going to have a re-match.”

It wasn’t very often Naruto was struck dumb, but that royal shit Sasuke managed it. “Are you mad? What’s to stop me from killing you where you stand and escaping?”

Sasuke closed his eyes and sighed. “If I don’t come back with you I gave my slave orders to kill that red head you’re so fond of.” Naruto shifted his weight on his other leg and glared down at the midget Sasuke.

Sasuke smirked, obviously pleased with himself and his observational skills. He was the future commander after all; his greatness knows no bounds. “Besides, even if you do manage to kill me and try to escape my palace--that wall over there, the only means of your escape, is planted with barbed wire and armed with guards who will shoot you down with a hundred thousand arrows.”

Naruto had already considered the hundreds of possibilities of running away before he even stepped into the palace. But where there is a will, there is a way, no matter how impossible it might seem.

“Fine,” Naruto picked up the sword. “I will play your little game. It’s worth making you cry and beg for your mother. Like the little snot nosed punk you are.”

“Let’s make a bet. If I win you bow down and kiss my feet, and if you win you get whatever you want. Except, of course, yours or that redhead’s freedom. Not even I have the power to grant you that.”

“Ok, whatever I want? I like that.”

“Ready?”

“Whenever you are, bastard.”

“Set…” Sasuke stepped back and lifted his blade. It had ancient engravings on the tip of the sword and two wings on the handle, which symbolized freedom. When you have a light weight sword in your hands it’s easier to move and also win a new victory. That’s why Sasuke gave Naruto a sword that was heavy and unwieldy; to stall his movements. Sasuke was never one to lose, especially not to a slave, even if meant not playing entirely fair. He needed to regain back his honor, at all costs.

Naruto arched his back, holding the heavy blade in his hands. He worked better with big things, and he was really looking forward to winning that prize. Naruto focused his gaze on the curve Sasuke’s cupid-bow lips; they looked so soft and moist, almost kissable.

Naruto grinned.

He just figured out what he wanted for that prize.

“Go!”

End of chapter one.

Yay my first NaruSasu!

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