Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Spiral of Darkness ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: The time jumps in this are going to seem a little odd, but the early ones are there for what happens later in the story. I'm not sure if this will continue to remain as Neji and Itachi, but until something happens to change the interactions, that's what it's going to remain.

Warnings: torture, mentions of yaoi, mpreg, AU. If any of these things bother you, I'm not forcing you to read this.

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters are property of Masashi Kishimoto and I in no way gain any value beyond the catharsis of writing.

 

Chapter 1: Five Years

 

“Why is Dad so mean?” Sharingan stained eyes looked at the little boy that had asked, startled. Slender, smooth hands paused in their movements, the wooden-handled hairbrush in his hands stopping mid-stroke.

 

“What?” The little boy twisted around to look at his mother, a frown on his cherubic-yet-stern face. Tiny hands grabbed locks of long hair, black eyes staring up into blood red.

 

“Dad,” the boy said. “Why is he always so mean? He makes you bleed all the time and he barely looks at us. Why?”

 

Stern lips twisted into a frown and the tall, slender man wrapped his arms around the tiny boy, resting the child lightly on one hip with practiced ease as he stood up. “It's because your dad has a lot to do and he doesn't have the time to spare for kids.”

 

“But why does he hurt you?” the youngest of Neji's children whined. He sighed and set his son on the ground, ruffling the boy's spiky, shoulder-length hair lightly. “Doesn't he care about you?”

 

“Your father cares about himself and his goals and little else,” Neji explained. He shifted his son on his hip as he made his way out of the room and down the corridor. “He hurts me because that is how he is. It's the only way he knows how to express himself to others. Now, don't worry so much about it, Sasuke, and let me deal with your father. I can take care of myself.”

 

Sasuke nodded, clearly not liking that he had to do so. “Okay, Momma. I will.”

 

The little boy ran off, his hair waving around his face as he went in a manner similar to his namesake. Neji watched him go with a sad smile before his expression turned hard and his back straightened, shoulders tensing. A pair of slender arms slid around his waist and a slightly taller man with raven black hair and Sharingan-stained eyes set his chin on the young man's shoulder, an amused smile on his lips.

 

“Let you deal with me, huh? Is that how you keep them away from us, my beautiful Neji?” Neji's jaw clenched tightly, his borrowed eyes staring straight ahead.

 

“There is no telling what you would do to them, your own children or not. You murdered your parents, after all.” Itachi chuckled and bit Neji's neck, drawing a hiss from the man as well as a small pool of blood.

 

“Don't forget,” he whispered, lapping at the blood happily, “I was the one who ripped my little brother's eyes out and killed him. You have every right to be protective of the children you bore into this world. Our sons will be very strong indeed.”

 

Neji said nothing, knowing that there was nothing he could say to deter the Uchiha. Itachi smirked and dragged his tongue up the younger man's throat, sending shivers down the Hyuuga's spine. When he reached the man's ear, he leaned forward a little more and whispered, “Maybe we should give them a sister to play with. You agree, don't you?”

 

The color drained from Neji's face and he began to shake, one hand rising to rest on his flat stomach protectively. “How did you know?”

 

“Hizashi and Haran told me. Haran said your chakra was acting funny and Hizashi mentioned that he could see your chakra diverting to your stomach whenever you trained him with Byakugan.” Itachi placed one hand over Neji's, pressing it tightly into the area where Neji knew their next child was growing. “If you had told me, I would have rewarded you.”

 

“With what?” Neji spat, the eyes that weren't his flashing with his rage. “What could you possibly have given me that I would have wanted?”

 

“The counter seal.” Neji closed his eyes and hung his head, hair falling about his delicate face. The Akatsuki member smirked, rubbing Neji's stomach lightly. “Come to bed. Tenshi is going to teach the kids for a little while and you need your rest. Carrying a baby takes so much out of you.”

 

Neji nodded, not even resisting as Itachi lead him away, the seal over his heart a burning reminder of what was at risk should he refuse.

 

*+*+*+*

 

Six figures ran through the trees, each one of them invisible to the naked eye, even to the most observant of their companions. The lead figure, a dog mask over his features, came to a halt in front of a small gap in the trees, squinting through the slits in his mask to observe the large cave before them. He drew a small blade from the pouch on his hip and sliced the tip of his finger. Running through a set of seals at a rapid pace, he slapped his hand onto the earth, whispering the command. “Kuchiyose no jutsu.”

 

A small pit bull wearing a bandana with the seal of the leaf and a little blue cape appeared, black eyes staring up at the masked man expectantly. “Scout the area. We need to know how many are in there.”

 

Pakkun nodded and the nin-dog slipped into the brush, nose already working. Five other masked figures joined the first an instant later, all of them waiting expectantly for the dog to return. He came back a minute later, frowning.

 

“There are only a few in there: two men and a woman. No signs of Itachi, but I did catch Neji Hyuuga's scent. I think it was residual to this area. They held him here for a long time and he must have been in an incredible amount of pain or bleeding profusely for it to linger so long.”

 

One of the ANBU, Hana, growled softly, her gloved hands clenching tightly. “They tortured him here?”

 

Pakkun nodded. “I believe so.”

 

Inu nodded and waved a hand. “You're dismissed, Pakkun. Thank you.”

 

Once the summon had vanished, the leader turned to his squadron. “Two-man teams. Find them and eliminate them. Any information you find on Neji or Itachi, report immediately. We need all the information we can get.”

 

The others nodded and they split up, each group setting out on their mission, all of them set on finding their long lost companion. Or anything that could lead them to his capturers.

 

*+*+*+*

 

It took longer than Neji expected for the pain that he had grown accustomed to finally came. At first, it had been sweet, just like it always was when Itachi wanted something from him. Then it was hard and bloody, tearing screams of agony from his throat and tears from his stolen eyes. He lay on his stomach in the large bed, blood pooling in the sheets and running down his legs, back and arms, senbon needles through every pressure point in his arms, shallow cuts decorating his pale legs.

 

His long hair was splayed on the pillows and sheets, much of it fanned out in clumps due to sweat and blood, and his head was turned to the side so that he could stare at the mirror beside the bed, reflecting every action that Itachi made. He suppressed a wince at the sting of the raw alcohol that Itachi poured onto each and every one of his still bleeding scratches, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound. The last time he had, he hadn't been able to get up for a week without aggravating the damage Itachi had done to his insides and he had lost his voice for nearly a month.

 

He felt the chakra of the embryo inside his stomach move just slightly, just enough to remind him why Itachi had taken it so easy on him: reminding him of what the Uchiha wanted of him.

 

Neji was the Uchiha's broodmare, the Akatsuki's prized experiment.

 

When the surgery on Neji's eyes had been completed and it was proven that he now possessed a combined form of the Sharingan and the Byakugan, the Akatsuki immediatly injected with demon cells into Neji's malleable body. Those cells had been manipulated and altered so that they formed a womb and birth canal, allowing the Hyuuga to bear the children that the Akatsuki desired from him.

 

In the past five years, he had born three children, all sons. They had been triplets, two identical and one fraternal. Hizashi and Sasuke, named by Itachi in a rather mocking manner, were the twins and the younger children, while Haran, the oldest of the triplets, was named by Neji, the only one of his children that Itachi would allow him to name. All three of the boys favored their “mother” over their father in personality and appearance and all three of them listened to Neji, knowing instinctively that he was trying to protect them at all times.

 

The child he was pregnant with now would be the first daughter that Itachi would have him bear, the first of many if Neji stayed with Itachi for much longer. But Neji knew that he would never be able to escape the Uchiha, not so long the binding seal over his heart remained unbroken.

 

The one time Neji had found the courage to destroy the seal was the day he discovered his second pregnancy, ensuring that he would not end his life until the girl could fend for herself.

 

Neji closed his eyes, tears leaking out to bead on his lashes, as Itachi began to lick the blood that ran from his lower body off, trying to drive the pain from his mind and focus on other things. When Itachi grabbed a senbon and slammed it through the back of his left thigh and mounted him again, Neji had no choice but to absorb the pain, his mind incapable of acknowledging anything else.

 

A/N: So, yeah…I realize that I have some issues if this is what comes out of my brain, and no, I don't really care. If you want to try and insult me about it, be my guest. I'm already aware of what goes on inside my own head. Later.