Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Void ❯ Barren ( Chapter 5 )

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Void   By: Niiro Yuuyake   Warnings: Yaoi, Shounen-ai, Abuse, Incest, lime, Dark fic, AU, OOCness.   Disclaimer: Niiro does not own Naruto, nor any of its characters . . . Though I always wanted a Sasu-chan and Ita-kun plushy . . .     Last Chapter: Itachi bound Sasuke up, in the basement, while Kisame, Deidara, and Sasori watched over Naruto. The elder Uchiha ordered Kisame and the others to bring Naruto down, while he brutally raped Sasuke(though Sasuke kinda begged for it . . . ) and Kisame forced Naruto to watch. Despite hating everything he saw, the poor blonde, couldn't help but get a bit turned on at the sight. After it was over, Itachi ordered Kisame to take Naruto out of the room, while he "permanently marked Sasuke as his.”**   Naruto, sickened by his body's reactions, got angry; with himself, with Itachi . . . and with Sasuke.     A.N. Things from here on will get better . . . not too much, but it'll start to lighten up . . . maybe. I had to change some of this fic. **I originally planned to give Sasuke a tattoo(done by Itachi) but I though that was too drastic, so I changed my mind.   Chapter 5: Barren   Kakashi watched as Iruka gaped at his torn door. It was broken; knocked completely off the hinges! Splinters of wood stuck out on the sides, and a giant dent was in the middle of the door.   It looked like someone got a hold of a kayak and slammed it into the door.   Kakashi whistled as he entered the small apartment. "This will take forever to clean up."   Iruka gawked at him before he went running through the apartment, searching. "Oh God, no! Naruto!" He ran into the young boy's room, finding it empty. "We've got to call the police! What if something happened to him?!" He gasped here, clutching Kakashi's vest. "He could be kidnaped!"    Kakashi wrapped his hands around Iruka. "Trust me. No one has taken Naruto. Perhaps, " He thought for a moment, distinctly remembering the younger Uchiha's car in the lot, "He could be at Sasuke's home."   Iruka nodded, blushing, "Yea . . . Yes! You're right. I'll call now."   But the scarred, older man stopped his young lover, before he grabbed the phone. "Better idea." He said, looking again at the familiar shape of the gash in the door, "We'll go check."   ***   Naruto was tempted to leave. Kisame was gone(Kami knows where) and Sasori and Deidara had long since disappeared. Itachi was . . . well, he and Sasuke were . . . still down there.   Naruto looked around once more, before he hefted himself off the ground. "Kitchen," He whispered to himself, "The kitchen has knives, knives are sharp, and knives can kill . . . "   He stumbled toward the kitchen, remembering all the times(which isn’t much) when he was over, and Sasuke cooked for him. Who would have thought Sasuke could work a knife like that?! The guy was chopping and slicing like the blade was a part of his hand!   Naruto smiled, morbidly. It was quite a large knife, too. As big as his forearm.   "Don't worry, Sasuke. I'm coming." He smiled fully as he reached the kitchen's entryway.   But his smile quickly faded to a frown. Naruto jumped behind the nearest wall, caught off guard. He hadn't expected Kisame, Deidara, and Sasori to be in the kitchen! How the fuck could they eat knowing Sasuke was down there with Itachi?!   He growled. He had thought they were gone. Naruto smirked suddenly.   Kisame was a bad guard.   He headed back the way he came, rushing as quickly and quietly as he could up the stairs.Reaching his destined location, Naruto slipped into Sasuke's room, quietly shutting the door behind him.   Sasuke's room was the best room for him, now. From here, he could see out the front of the drive, wait for Sasuke, and have access to a balcony; if he ever needed to escape.   Naruto made himself comfortable on the large bed of his Uchiha lover. Looking over to his left, he spotted the phone. Making a quick decision, the young blonde picked up the phone, dealing Iruka's cell phone.   He, himself, couldn't beat Itachi (or any of his servants) but Iruka could . . . okay, maybe not. But Kakashi would also come. And he would be a lot of help. The white-haired guy would be able to at least stave off Itachi . . .   After all, Kakashi used to be like Itachi's right hand; always be his side.   Dialing the memorized number, the blonde teenager waited for his adoptive father to answer his cellphone.   After the second rang, Iruka picked up. "Iruka!" Naruto nearly yelled.   "Naruto?! Where are you? Are you at Sasuke's?!" the brown-haired man's voice could be faintly heard.   Naruto nodded, though Iruka couldn't see. "Sasuke's brother came and had his friends tear down the door. He took Sasuke and I. . . and . . . " Naruto paused, "Iruka . . . he needs help . . . please . . . "   Iruka was quiet a moment. Naruto was too proud to ask for help. And to hear him nearly crying, begging for help, broke the Umino's heart. "Naruto . . . Don't worry. Kakashi and I are on our way. Are you hurt?"   The teenager shook his head. "Sasuke is. I just know it. Iruka . . . the stuff they . . . the things Itachi did to him down there . . . he . . . "   Iruka nodded, looking over at Kakashi(who was driving). "Don't worry, Naruto. I'm almost there. Just stay hidden . . . "   "But what about Sasuke?! I don't--"   "Sasuke will be fine," Kakashi's voice came through the other end of the phone. "This is nothing new to him, Naruto. Sasuke has obviously dealt with this his whole life, but another minute won't kill him."   Naruto growled. "Bullshit! Another minute will massacre him! He needs help now!"   "Well . . . why don't you help him? You're already there, and Iruka and I can only travel so fast . . . "   "Fine!" Naruto slammed the phone on the receiver. "I'll handle this myself! No wonder Sasuke had to deal with this for so long . . . no one will help him!"   He stomped his way toward the balcony, looking out at the guards, as they marched across the lawn. Turning back toward the door, Naruto locked it, and began his search.   He needed a weapon; something to keep Itachi from hurting him, while he took Sasuke and got the hell out of there.   To where? He didn't know. But he sure as hell didn't plan to stay here.   ***   Iruka stared angrily at Kakashi. "If he gets killed . . . Hurt in any way . . . I'll never forgive you, Hatake Kakashi."   Kakashi glanced over at him, his scarred eye, covered, then looked back to the road. "Naruto's a born fighter. Itachi will have a lot on his hands if he tries to harm that kid."   Iruka looked out the passenger’s window. "Sasuke's a fighter, too. And look at him. Naruto says--"   "I know. But Sasuke won't testify. We can't go to the police, or help him, if the kid doesn't want help. Perhaps . . . " Kakashi sighed, "Sasuke doesn't need our help. Maybe he's happy where he is . . . "   Iruka snapped his head in the silver-haired man's direction, staring in disbelief. "You can't be serious! If Itachi is hurting Sasuke, why would he stay there?! Why would he want to stay there?!"   Kakashi kept his eye on the road. "It's built into his subconscious. Sasuke was raised with this treatment. What Itachi does to him, is possibly part of his daily routine; something he expects to happen every day, like waking up, and expecting to see the sunrise. But in this case, Sasuke wakes up, and expects Itachi to be there."   Iruka's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Kakashi . . . what exactly is Sasuke's brother doing to him?"   The silver-haired man raised an eyebrow, "You didn't know? Well, you're a Psychiatrist, you'll be able to interpret better than I can why Sasuke refuses to testify or leave his brother. "   Iruka nodded, listening intently as he and Kakashi drove to the Uchiha Mansion; Kakashi telling him of Sasuke's dilemma.   ***   Sasuke awoke to the most excruciating pain imaginable. His neck, back, wrists, and ankles hurt tremendously.   And his ass wasn't much better.   Fortunately for him, he was lying on his stomach; no shirt, nor pants, let alone anything at all. All in all, he was utterly nude, besides from a few bandage wraps, around his wrists and ankles.   He could already see his hands were unbound and, luckily, still able to feel his feet; they were free also.   The thought of jumping out of the bed, and out of the basement had crossed Sasuke's mind, but a cold hand traveled up his bare back, sending chills running throughout his body, erasing any thought Sasuke had of getting out of the bed at all.   The numbingly cold fingers trailed up his spine, making their way to his neck, before curling into Sasuke's silky, raven hair; tugging gently. The pulls on his hair caused Sasuke's head to lift a little, forcing his chin off the bed and his face upward, looking into the red eyes of his elder brother, Itachi.   Itachi stared down at his younger sibling for a moment more, before hefting Sasuke into a sitting position, and caressing Sasuke's pale cheek, rubbing his thumb momentarily over his younger brother's plump, lower lip.   Itachi lowered his face, until he was just in front of Sasuke's, leaning forward to place his lips to the younger one’s of Sasuke. Forcing his younger brother's mouth open, the elder Uchiha shoved his tongue in, tasting every ounce of Sasuke's crevice.   The younger of the pair placed a hand on Itachi's shoulder, trying to push him away, but failing miserably due to the pain in his wrist; he couldn't apply too much pressure to it.   Itachi pulled back, licking once over Sasuke's now kissed-bruised lips, before pulling away fully to stand up. Sasuke tensed, trying to hold his body in its current position, but his muscles were complaining.   He didn't want to lean on his wrists, because they ached, constantly throbbing. Sasuke leaned forward, nearly falling off the bed, but Itachi grabbed hold of his shoulder. "Could you stand?" Itachi asked.   Sasuke nodded, just barely.   "Then, come, Otouto," Itachi murmured, moving toward the exit.   Sasuke looked around him; the bed was remade-- surely he'd messed it up, and any and all accessories used in Itachi's little bondage fiesta were gone. All blood was cleaned off his body, so he figured Itachi had cleaned him up but he was still bothered that was he was nude.   Nonetheless, Sasuke got off the bed, wobbling on his feet for a moment, before unsteadily following behind Itachi; at a distance and a very slow pace.   He stopped in front of the stairs leading up, and sighed shakily. Raising one leg agonizingly slowly and placing it on the closest bottom step, Sasuke's other leg followed suit, just as slowly and painfully. He sighed, looking down at the bottom step he stood on, then up at the seemingly million more.   Sasuke raised his right leg, putting it on the second step, the left leg coming up next.   ***   Naruto growled as he tossed the last box out of Sasuke's closet. "Dammit!" He hissed. He couldn't find anything that would remotely hurt Itachi besides a lamp, which he doubt would have helped.   With his luck, and his aim, Naruto figured he would throw the lamp at Itachi and miss.   The blonde stopped searching, huffing to catch his breath. Gods! Why couldn't Sasuke just have a bat or something lying around?!   He walked over to the door, sliding down against it, banging his head, once, on the door in frustration. Ugh! He needed to get out of this hell-hole, but he . . . he couldn't leave without Sasuke! The door knob just above his head twisted slightly, causing Naruto to freeze up.   True, the door was locked, but Itachi could easily break down the wooden door . . . But, what if it was Sasuke at the door . . .? Naruto peeked under the door, trying to make out who it was, but couldn't.   All feet looked the same to him . . . but he figured it wasn't Itachi, since Itachi probably painted his toenails, too. And Kisame's feet were obviously blue, like the rest of his body. Sasori and Deidara didn't seem the type to take off their shoes at all, so that only left . . . Sasuke!   Naruto quickly unlocked the door, jumping behind it as quietly as he could, grabbing the nearest object that could be used as a weapon. A shoe.   The knob of the door, twisted again, this time, allowing the visitor in.   Sasuke entered his room, cautiously checking his surroundings. He could feel Itachi's eyes on his back, but opted to close the door. He figured Itachi had noticed when he first twisted the doorknob it didn't budge, and when the second time he did it, it opened.   Itachi was a smart guy, yes, but his eyesight wasn't too good, so Sasuke wasn't positive if his brother had seen the first attempt or if he was just staring because he liked to annoy and agitate Sasuke.   Shutting the door behind him, Sasuke locked it.   "Sasuke!" The blonde jumped onto him, sending both he and his teenage lover to the ground.   Sasuke hissed in pain, immediately trying to relieve some of the pain the fall--and Naruto– put on his aching limbs.   Naruto smiled, sitting up, and helping Sasuke.   Sasuke looked away.   The blonde hyper-teen was confused but noticed Sasuke's mode of undress. He grabbed a shirt off the floor, and tossed it to Sasuke, then threw him some pants. "Sorry about your room. I was searching for something, but . . . "   Sasuke slipped on his shirt, painfully slow, then his pants, making sure to completely cover his hips; Itachi left bruises. He didn't care about his room right now, and he didn't care for whatever Naruto was looking for. Right now, he wanted Naruto gone . . . He couldn't even look him in the eyes without feeling a tremendous amount of guilt plague his heart.   For some reason, he felt like he betrayed the only person who loved him, despite his situation.   Naruto stood beside Sasuke, looking down at the sitting raven-haired teen. He had hoped Sasuke wouldn't feel awkward around him, but things don't seem to be turning out that way. "Sasuke . . . " Naruto started, all but ready to talk about what had happened.   "Don’t. Just don't," Sasuke said, just above a whisper; his voice hoarse. "Forget it."   Naruto nodded, closing his eyes and opening them, trying to push the images of Sasuke's torment out of his head. "Okay." He nodded again, to reassure himself. "If you want."   Sasuke struggled to stand up, but when Naruto moved to help him, he refused to accept it. "Good."   ***TBC***   A.N. Well . . . You know, firstly I want to thank all of you for the reviews. The last chapter got so many at FF.net; more than usual. And the lovely reviewers from AFF.net were wonderful. I'm glad you all thought it was "HOT!".   So far it's been a lot of implied ItaxSasu (except for ch.4), but I did say this was a NaruxSasu fic so expect some of those two, soon. Just a heads up, I completely hate ItaxNaru, so if you're looking for that, you won't find it here. Perhaps you'll find something close to it(though Idoubt it) . . . Just though I'd let you all now . . .   Again thanks for the reviews! They make me happy and Sasuke happy too(after the end of each chapter!). Thanks to Karasu!! Hasn’t Karasu-san been a wonderful Beta-reader?! What would I do without you? Thanks again! And Happy Fourth to you, too! (I do live in the USA)   **And I planned to give Sasuke a tattoo that read: “Property of Uchiha Itachi" but that would be too incriminating for Itachi, so I cut that out. I like tattoos, but don't have one, myself. So I’ll have to go back and take out that “marking Sasuke permanently” thing.