Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow That Never Comes ❯ Chapter 1: Terrified ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 793 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 793 | Status: Completed
Tomorrow That Never Comes
Warning: Possible rape or molestation of a minor, angst, violence, etc. Orochimaru X Sasuke rape.
I made it to my destination relatively uninterrupted. I didn't speak as I was looked over by the golden eyes. They laughed silently as lips were licked with a disturbingly long tongue. I swallowed thickly. I steeled myself. I would not run even if I was terrified of the man now staring at me hungrily; I needed his power, his guidance.
“Welcome Sssasssuke. I trussst your trip wasss enjoyable.” The voice sent disgusted shivers down my spine. I nodded slightly, wondering what would take place from here on.
I was surprised when he did not touch me for months, years even. He merely let me train and I assumed let my body mature so that I could 'accommodate' him in the future. He gave me knowledge and the power I so craved. I had no intention of letting him take over my body, but he didn't need to know that... yet.
(Approximately three years later)
Just a bare few hours before my sixteenth birthday finds me pressing the sharp edge of a kunai into the side of Kabuto's throat, just above the nervous bob of his Adam's apple triumphantly for the third time in a row. I had been winning our spars more and more recently. I smirk as our eyes meet. His promise death in his defeat and mine, I'm sure are blank. Emotions are a liability these days. I allow him to shove me away from him, placing my blade back where it belongs and standing straight once more.
Slow applause and a sickening laugh is heard from behind us as our Master watches our performance. A bead of sweat makes a slow trek between my shoulder blades as I stand still beneath the glare of the summer sun. I rub the back of my neck, working the tightness out as I finally force my feet to carry me away from the other two.
“Sssasssuke.” I come to an abrupt halt as my name is called in what can only be described as a seductive tone. I cringe inwardly, but turn to acknowledge the pale-faced man. He beckons me to follow after him. I do as I am told, following silently behind the slimy man. I lick chapped lips as we walk to his chambers. Kabuto walks behind me stealthily. I glance back at him and he has a look of satisfaction on his face, his glasses glimmering in the low light. I swallow, desperately trying to dislodge the thick lump that has formed in my throat.
Orochimaru opens the heavy iron door to his personal chambers. I have only been in these rooms one other time and I shudder as the memory washes over me. I can still taste him within my mouth, the bitter taste like venom on my tongue. I know what is to occur even before I feel Kabuto's arms clamp down on mine behind my back.
I dare not struggle as I feel the heat of the silver-haired ninja's medical chakra against my spine. This is the silent threat of paralysis. I close my eyes for only a moment before I feel Orochimaru moving to stand in front of me.
When I open my onyx orbs once more, I am met with smiling, depraved amber. I fight the urge to struggle as a translucent hand slithers up my chest to my cheek. I clench my teeth until I feel pain radiate from my jaw as his frigid fingers curl around my jawline and into my hair. I resist the bile rising within my throat at his touch. I know what he is after.
I can practically feel Kabuto's smirk at my back and his deranged gratification in what he knows is going to happen to me. The musty scent of earth clings to Orochimaru's skin, filling my nostrils as he pulls me into him, pressing his lips to mine with brutal force, bruising mine. His revoltingly long tong presses into my mouth insistently. I nearly gag with the length of it nearly choking me. I feel the sting in my eyes as they water with the pressure. He moans; I close my eyes. He stops and I feel a savage tug on my hair.
“You will look at me while I touch you. You mussst remember that it isss me and not sssome other fantasssy you've conjured for yourssself in your mind, Sssasssuke.” He breathes into my face angrily. I swallow reflexively. His hands travel the length of my chest slowly, reveling in the feel of it, I assume. I shudder in disgust as he trails them lightly lower, pulling the obi undone deftly.
“You're beautiful Sssasssuke.” He says into my ear huskily, his tongue slipping out to slither around my ear, toying with the lobe. I forcibly restrain the instinct to shove his repulsive hands off of me and allow him to do as he likes with.
Shame begins to bubble up in my innards as I submit to him. This is what I give to gain power. What would my blond comrade think of me if he could see what I have become? He'd look upon me with utter disappointment. I turned my head away from the serpent ninja's searching lips, allowing him to mark my neck and throat as he moved to my shoulders. My arms cramped and throbbed as I was held, the limbs tense with the need to be free.
“Tie him to the bed. I'll be there in a minute.” Orochimaru orders suddenly before striding into a different part of the many connected chambers. I feel Kabuto nod and I am prodded forward towards the gigantic, wrought-iron bed. Kabuto decides to taunt me as he follows Orochimaru's orders.
“This is what you were actually brought here for pretty boy. I hope you're ready to scream because Master Orochimaru is going to tear you apart inside.” He says with a heinous grin on his lips as he hovers over me, making sure to secure my wrists and ankles to the bed perfectly. I stare at him monotonously, allowing none of panicked dismay show within my eyes.
He continues to watch me, enjoying my helplessness, tied to the bed. Orochimaru is no longer than a few minutes before he is back in the room and slithering up my now nude form, his hands snaking over my flesh roughly. He is not gentle as he presses his nails into my chest and drags them downwards, leaving long red tears streaked down my pale skin. I bite my lips to quell the urge to hiss in pain. My penis remains flaccid with abhorrence at his touch. The smell of dirt he carries with him surrounds us as he orders Kabuto from the room. I am grateful that he does. I couldn't bear to watch the medical ninja gloat as he watched the serpent-bastard abuse me.
“Are you ready pet?” The slitted eyes regard me as if expecting an answer. I would never be ready. But the choice was not mine. I feel the pressure of his hardened shaft as he pressed himself against me. I struggle to keep myself from vomiting as I feel him spread me wide. He wastes no time forcing himself into my virgin body. I can't help but cry out in pain as I feel my insides tearing, already beginning to hemorrhage profusely. Tears slide unbidden from my tightly shut eyes as he thrusts into me repeatedly.
I open my eyes and my vision swims precariously. Blackness encroaches on the sides of my sight and I know that I will faint and I thank whatever gods must be watching because I don't want to feel him soil my body anymore. I pass out and am met with beautiful, brilliant cerulean eyes within my mind.
I wake hours later in the dark of my own chambers. My limbs ache and I cannot move without immense pain. I cry out as I sit up, the tenderness in my backside throbbing as I feel the wounds reopening with my movements. Something I'd rather not know seeps out from within my body and I stand shakily. I make my way to the bathroom just before I vomit up everything I've eaten in the last twenty-four hours. My stomach convulses even after I have rid myself of any sustenance that had been present. I groan roughly and drink as much water as I can without it coming back up once again before crawling back to my futon. I fall on it heavily, unable to sleep, but unable to move either. Instead, I wait and wait and wait.
Hours later, Kabuto enters my room and heals me before yanking up and out of the room merely stating that Master Orochimaru is ready for another round. By the time I am returned to my chambers, my body is in terrible condition. There are bruises, scratches, bites and tears all over my flesh. I cannot stand on my own and my throat is raw from screaming. He has won and I am ashamed of myself, more ashamed than I have ever been before. I weep, sob for the first time in years, since my brother had killed my entire clan. I wonder, is it worth it to kill him? Is it worth this humiliation, this pain just to destroy Itachi?
Was it worth leaving Naruto?
TBC...
Warning: Possible rape or molestation of a minor, angst, violence, etc. Orochimaru X Sasuke rape.
“This ain't no fucking gameAnd I'm feeling so ashamedBecause I didn't do anythingNo I didn't do anythingTo stop To stop To stop To stop This…from… HappeningI didn't do anything”
- 'Water's Edge' by Seven Mary Three
Chapter 1: Terrified- 'Water's Edge' by Seven Mary Three
I made it to my destination relatively uninterrupted. I didn't speak as I was looked over by the golden eyes. They laughed silently as lips were licked with a disturbingly long tongue. I swallowed thickly. I steeled myself. I would not run even if I was terrified of the man now staring at me hungrily; I needed his power, his guidance.
“Welcome Sssasssuke. I trussst your trip wasss enjoyable.” The voice sent disgusted shivers down my spine. I nodded slightly, wondering what would take place from here on.
I was surprised when he did not touch me for months, years even. He merely let me train and I assumed let my body mature so that I could 'accommodate' him in the future. He gave me knowledge and the power I so craved. I had no intention of letting him take over my body, but he didn't need to know that... yet.
(Approximately three years later)
Just a bare few hours before my sixteenth birthday finds me pressing the sharp edge of a kunai into the side of Kabuto's throat, just above the nervous bob of his Adam's apple triumphantly for the third time in a row. I had been winning our spars more and more recently. I smirk as our eyes meet. His promise death in his defeat and mine, I'm sure are blank. Emotions are a liability these days. I allow him to shove me away from him, placing my blade back where it belongs and standing straight once more.
Slow applause and a sickening laugh is heard from behind us as our Master watches our performance. A bead of sweat makes a slow trek between my shoulder blades as I stand still beneath the glare of the summer sun. I rub the back of my neck, working the tightness out as I finally force my feet to carry me away from the other two.
“Sssasssuke.” I come to an abrupt halt as my name is called in what can only be described as a seductive tone. I cringe inwardly, but turn to acknowledge the pale-faced man. He beckons me to follow after him. I do as I am told, following silently behind the slimy man. I lick chapped lips as we walk to his chambers. Kabuto walks behind me stealthily. I glance back at him and he has a look of satisfaction on his face, his glasses glimmering in the low light. I swallow, desperately trying to dislodge the thick lump that has formed in my throat.
Orochimaru opens the heavy iron door to his personal chambers. I have only been in these rooms one other time and I shudder as the memory washes over me. I can still taste him within my mouth, the bitter taste like venom on my tongue. I know what is to occur even before I feel Kabuto's arms clamp down on mine behind my back.
I dare not struggle as I feel the heat of the silver-haired ninja's medical chakra against my spine. This is the silent threat of paralysis. I close my eyes for only a moment before I feel Orochimaru moving to stand in front of me.
When I open my onyx orbs once more, I am met with smiling, depraved amber. I fight the urge to struggle as a translucent hand slithers up my chest to my cheek. I clench my teeth until I feel pain radiate from my jaw as his frigid fingers curl around my jawline and into my hair. I resist the bile rising within my throat at his touch. I know what he is after.
I can practically feel Kabuto's smirk at my back and his deranged gratification in what he knows is going to happen to me. The musty scent of earth clings to Orochimaru's skin, filling my nostrils as he pulls me into him, pressing his lips to mine with brutal force, bruising mine. His revoltingly long tong presses into my mouth insistently. I nearly gag with the length of it nearly choking me. I feel the sting in my eyes as they water with the pressure. He moans; I close my eyes. He stops and I feel a savage tug on my hair.
“You will look at me while I touch you. You mussst remember that it isss me and not sssome other fantasssy you've conjured for yourssself in your mind, Sssasssuke.” He breathes into my face angrily. I swallow reflexively. His hands travel the length of my chest slowly, reveling in the feel of it, I assume. I shudder in disgust as he trails them lightly lower, pulling the obi undone deftly.
“You're beautiful Sssasssuke.” He says into my ear huskily, his tongue slipping out to slither around my ear, toying with the lobe. I forcibly restrain the instinct to shove his repulsive hands off of me and allow him to do as he likes with.
Shame begins to bubble up in my innards as I submit to him. This is what I give to gain power. What would my blond comrade think of me if he could see what I have become? He'd look upon me with utter disappointment. I turned my head away from the serpent ninja's searching lips, allowing him to mark my neck and throat as he moved to my shoulders. My arms cramped and throbbed as I was held, the limbs tense with the need to be free.
“Tie him to the bed. I'll be there in a minute.” Orochimaru orders suddenly before striding into a different part of the many connected chambers. I feel Kabuto nod and I am prodded forward towards the gigantic, wrought-iron bed. Kabuto decides to taunt me as he follows Orochimaru's orders.
“This is what you were actually brought here for pretty boy. I hope you're ready to scream because Master Orochimaru is going to tear you apart inside.” He says with a heinous grin on his lips as he hovers over me, making sure to secure my wrists and ankles to the bed perfectly. I stare at him monotonously, allowing none of panicked dismay show within my eyes.
He continues to watch me, enjoying my helplessness, tied to the bed. Orochimaru is no longer than a few minutes before he is back in the room and slithering up my now nude form, his hands snaking over my flesh roughly. He is not gentle as he presses his nails into my chest and drags them downwards, leaving long red tears streaked down my pale skin. I bite my lips to quell the urge to hiss in pain. My penis remains flaccid with abhorrence at his touch. The smell of dirt he carries with him surrounds us as he orders Kabuto from the room. I am grateful that he does. I couldn't bear to watch the medical ninja gloat as he watched the serpent-bastard abuse me.
“Are you ready pet?” The slitted eyes regard me as if expecting an answer. I would never be ready. But the choice was not mine. I feel the pressure of his hardened shaft as he pressed himself against me. I struggle to keep myself from vomiting as I feel him spread me wide. He wastes no time forcing himself into my virgin body. I can't help but cry out in pain as I feel my insides tearing, already beginning to hemorrhage profusely. Tears slide unbidden from my tightly shut eyes as he thrusts into me repeatedly.
I open my eyes and my vision swims precariously. Blackness encroaches on the sides of my sight and I know that I will faint and I thank whatever gods must be watching because I don't want to feel him soil my body anymore. I pass out and am met with beautiful, brilliant cerulean eyes within my mind.
I wake hours later in the dark of my own chambers. My limbs ache and I cannot move without immense pain. I cry out as I sit up, the tenderness in my backside throbbing as I feel the wounds reopening with my movements. Something I'd rather not know seeps out from within my body and I stand shakily. I make my way to the bathroom just before I vomit up everything I've eaten in the last twenty-four hours. My stomach convulses even after I have rid myself of any sustenance that had been present. I groan roughly and drink as much water as I can without it coming back up once again before crawling back to my futon. I fall on it heavily, unable to sleep, but unable to move either. Instead, I wait and wait and wait.
Hours later, Kabuto enters my room and heals me before yanking up and out of the room merely stating that Master Orochimaru is ready for another round. By the time I am returned to my chambers, my body is in terrible condition. There are bruises, scratches, bites and tears all over my flesh. I cannot stand on my own and my throat is raw from screaming. He has won and I am ashamed of myself, more ashamed than I have ever been before. I weep, sob for the first time in years, since my brother had killed my entire clan. I wonder, is it worth it to kill him? Is it worth this humiliation, this pain just to destroy Itachi?
Was it worth leaving Naruto?
TBC...