Angels Aren’t Born…They are Built
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Tour or Torture
As I said before I don't own Naruto in anyway. I make no profit from writting fanfiction what so ever. I don't know what to expect from this story. It is set in a Futuristic society. There will be violence and sexual content, but I am not certain other then I must warn you that I like the SasuNaru pairing. Keep that in mind when reading this. Expect yaoi content...eventually...
Angels Aren’t Born…They are Built.
“The first of the line, ANGELs...
Anatomic
Neurological
Genetic
Ego
Learning System
...The test model was crude to say the least, but we all have to start somewhere,” The tour guide announced proudly as the group of potential stock holders followed him. They were lead over a cat walk and shown actual models at work. The man with black brown hair pulled back into a top knot smirked as he pointed to a display case. The ANGEL model number one displayed gruesomely. Some people cringed at the cadaver looking piece of technology. He cleared his throat to call the groups attention to the display, “This lovely lady is Angela. She was the first version of our ANGELs. Ten years ago her creator, Tojiro Orochimaru, was forced to dismantle her brain when she malfunctioned.” The people in the tour group frowned at the beautiful looking machine. She had long flowing blond hair and her eyes were open to display life like honey colored plastic ocular sensors. Her long hair was draped over her naked Torso which was quite well endowed.
“Angela, became rather emotional…” He waved his hands in the air, “Now, now, now. She was not dismantled because of that. She was too independent, and insisted her name was not Angela but Tsunade. Here let me show you her inner workings.” The tour guide callously sauntered up to the dead android and moved the hair out of the way. He seemed to be fondling her realistic breast obscenely until a small hiss sound was made. Her chest cavity opened to reveal her mechanisms. He looked to the group still smirking and tweaked her nipple. The cavity closed up. It was a bit perverse to say the least. “Her power source was held in her breasts that’s why they are so large,” He slid his hand up the almost human looking flesh and let the breast fall. It jiggled a bit, much like a real one would have. He allowed her hair to fall back in place letting the machine have a modicum of modesty. He moved on from her torso to her lower half that was in a separate display case. Her lower body seemed to have been crushed, “Angela was designed as a pleasure bot for Orochimaru himself. Angela ran away from his estate one foggy April morning and she was hit by a semi. Needless to say the truck driver had to be kept quiet to prevent the press from getting the story, but it’s long in the past now…on to tomorrow!” the guide walked away from the gruesome display and the tour gladly followed.
In the back of the crowd dark brows furrowed. His dark shades covering his eyes, but a sense of displeasure was written over the little of his face that was visible. A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked to the side. The man in sunglasses was very tall, but the man next to him stood a good two inches taller. The man in shades nodded silently. His taller counterpart was frowning while his eyes fixated on the blond ANGEL. He shook his head then turned to follow the last of the crowd before they were lead to another room.
The tour took them to a room that resembled a nursery. The guide stopped as a group of ANGELs busied themselves caring for dolls as if they were real children. He spoke to the crowd, “All ANGELs come with the basic service package, but some can be specialized, like this one.” He seized the arm of a female bot with soft cotton candy pink hair. She frowned, but obediently rested the doll she had been cradling in the bassinette next to her. “Meet Sakura.” He smirked. If the crowd didn’t know any better they would say the female facsimile looked uncomfortable.
“Sakura was programmed as a servant robot, but she can also be used for pleasure. All ANGELs have the capability to perform sexual acts, or be receptive to such acts.” He smiled proudly as he wrapped his arm around her slim waist. An added bonus the submissive model, which all servant bots are patterned after are capable of carrying a child to term. Male or female. So those of you whom prefer the same sex could still build that family you have dreamed of.” He smirked at the predominantly male audience. The two in the back remained impassive staring at the man. There were murmurs in the audience. Finally one spoke up, “How much?”
“Beg pardon?” The tour guide asked in return.
“How much for the pretty strawberry blonde.” A man shorter then most of the other men on the group spoke. He too was wearing smoky colored glasses, but his slid a bit down the bridge of his snub nose. He was squat and balding, using a hat to cover this. He leered at the female ANGEL. Sakura tried to take a step back, but the man holding her waist tightened his grip. “Don’t be so shy Sakura-chan.” The girl’s eyes pleaded with her captor. Fear was spelled across her face.
“Gatô-sama,” The man smiled sickeningly, “I did not see you in the audience. I am sorry to say this little model is only for display.” His smile widened into a smirk, “You normally go for a more natural blonde do you not? I have just the pretty little thing for you. After the tour I’ll show you.” The short man glared through his smoky glasses, but after a few seconds his mouth quirked into a smile. “I see, You’ve been sampling the displays again Kidômaru.” The short man chuckled loudly as the tour guide glared at him, but soon he joined the laughter, “Hey, you got me there. Orochimaru-sama makes them very realistic. I have grown attached to this one. His hand slid down to the female’s backside and squeezed. Sakura cringed and tried to pull away. He grabbed her arm and squeezed her hard. She screamed as if in real pain, “Please stop this! It-it hurts!”
“See what I mean, so very realistic. She thinks, feels pain, these models can even eat to create energy, though they also have a rechargeable battery pack that you can charge through any electric outlet. Sakura’s battery life is seven days. She can run non stop, or be ridden for that length of time, if you need to entertain business partners, or have a party. ANGELs can be your personal sluts, or a recreational device for your friends and associates to use. You can even control the artificial ovulation cycle to prevent accidental pregnancies.
The two men in the back frowned. The taller man leaned down to whisper into the man with smoked glasses’ ear. The shorter of the pair nodded and stepped forward. “My employer would like to purchase this particular display model.”
“I believe we already settled this issue. None of the display models are for sale,” The man frowned tightening his grip on the frightened robot’s limb. The man in the shades hit the speed dial on his phone. He spoke quietly into the device then he held it out for the tour guide to take. The man snatched the device away. He growled, “What!”
Suddenly he straightened up, “Yes of course! My apologizes Orochimaru-sama…Of-of course, certainly. I will do that. Again I apoloj-” He heard the line go dead he handed the phone back and released Sakura’s arm. “Go to your new master Sakura-chan,” He said through gritting teeth, “The tall man standing in the back.” The group all turned. There were gasps as the investors and possible investors recognized the young President of Sharningan Electronics Inc. His company was one of the featured in Forbes magazine’s most successful new companies. Uchiha Sasuke, he came from old money yet he left it behind and became a self made billionaire.
The pink haired ANGEL approached cautiously. Sasuke looked down at the girl, “Hn.”
“She flinched and looked to the ground.”
“I’m not planning on hurting you,” Sakura looked up bashfully and smiled, “I promise to do my best to please you.” Anyone had to be better then Kidômaru. The man enjoyed hurting her. He used her often in his off hours then as she was cradling her sore body he would spit on her or urinate in her face and laugh at her because she was just a machine.
“I don’t plan on using you in that way. I don’t swing that way.” He said in his emotionless voice.
“Oh, but I can be useful in other ways. I can cook and clean, care for children. I only ever saw a real child once, she was so cute. My programmer at the time brought his little sister in. Do you have children sir?”
“No,” He answered without looking. He didn’t get to see the disappointment in her face, but she smiled anyway, “Oh.”
“You may see them at my company, we have a daycare center,” Sasuke had no idea why he was talking to this machine, but he had felt a pang of pity in his heart. She was created to be used and abused. It wasn’t right. Sasuke would have to mention this to Orochimaru at their meeting. He wasn’t fond of the slave trade the man had going.
“Wow! I…I could work for you there. Like I said I’m programmed to care for children specifically.”
“Sakura,” Sasuke spoke softly.
“Yes sir?” She looked up respectfully.
“You talk to much,” he turned and followed the tour guide through the large metal door with the diagonal yellow striped painted on.
“Oh,” Sakura pouted a bit, but she followed. They were looking at an assembly line type of room, but surprisingly there were very few robots actually working. Technicians were assembling most of the components.
Sasuke looked to his right and saw a mop of silver hair behind a pair of glasses. The Shine from the flurescents blocked Sasuke’s view of his eyes but he knew this man immediately. Kubuto, Orochimaru’s personal assistant and main Technition. He was also rumored to be lovers with the man. Orochimaru seemed to prefer either sex, but his current tastes were dubious at best. The young man was not unattractive, but sneaky and untrustworthy.
If Kabuto was here to sit in on the meeting Sasuke was having second thoughts about it. Hell he was having second thoughts the second the invitation was sent to him. He was only here on the advice of his older brother.
Itachi stayed in the family business, investment banking. He was a shark, with a killer instinct and an excellent business sense. He was Sasuke’s first and still is one of his main investors. He saw what their father had not…potential. Sasuke frowned for a moment before he set his face into an unreadable mask.
He would go through with this meeting for his brother…
Angels Aren’t Born…They are Built.
“The first of the line, ANGELs...
Anatomic
Neurological
Genetic
Ego
Learning System
...The test model was crude to say the least, but we all have to start somewhere,” The tour guide announced proudly as the group of potential stock holders followed him. They were lead over a cat walk and shown actual models at work. The man with black brown hair pulled back into a top knot smirked as he pointed to a display case. The ANGEL model number one displayed gruesomely. Some people cringed at the cadaver looking piece of technology. He cleared his throat to call the groups attention to the display, “This lovely lady is Angela. She was the first version of our ANGELs. Ten years ago her creator, Tojiro Orochimaru, was forced to dismantle her brain when she malfunctioned.” The people in the tour group frowned at the beautiful looking machine. She had long flowing blond hair and her eyes were open to display life like honey colored plastic ocular sensors. Her long hair was draped over her naked Torso which was quite well endowed.
“Angela, became rather emotional…” He waved his hands in the air, “Now, now, now. She was not dismantled because of that. She was too independent, and insisted her name was not Angela but Tsunade. Here let me show you her inner workings.” The tour guide callously sauntered up to the dead android and moved the hair out of the way. He seemed to be fondling her realistic breast obscenely until a small hiss sound was made. Her chest cavity opened to reveal her mechanisms. He looked to the group still smirking and tweaked her nipple. The cavity closed up. It was a bit perverse to say the least. “Her power source was held in her breasts that’s why they are so large,” He slid his hand up the almost human looking flesh and let the breast fall. It jiggled a bit, much like a real one would have. He allowed her hair to fall back in place letting the machine have a modicum of modesty. He moved on from her torso to her lower half that was in a separate display case. Her lower body seemed to have been crushed, “Angela was designed as a pleasure bot for Orochimaru himself. Angela ran away from his estate one foggy April morning and she was hit by a semi. Needless to say the truck driver had to be kept quiet to prevent the press from getting the story, but it’s long in the past now…on to tomorrow!” the guide walked away from the gruesome display and the tour gladly followed.
In the back of the crowd dark brows furrowed. His dark shades covering his eyes, but a sense of displeasure was written over the little of his face that was visible. A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked to the side. The man in sunglasses was very tall, but the man next to him stood a good two inches taller. The man in shades nodded silently. His taller counterpart was frowning while his eyes fixated on the blond ANGEL. He shook his head then turned to follow the last of the crowd before they were lead to another room.
The tour took them to a room that resembled a nursery. The guide stopped as a group of ANGELs busied themselves caring for dolls as if they were real children. He spoke to the crowd, “All ANGELs come with the basic service package, but some can be specialized, like this one.” He seized the arm of a female bot with soft cotton candy pink hair. She frowned, but obediently rested the doll she had been cradling in the bassinette next to her. “Meet Sakura.” He smirked. If the crowd didn’t know any better they would say the female facsimile looked uncomfortable.
“Sakura was programmed as a servant robot, but she can also be used for pleasure. All ANGELs have the capability to perform sexual acts, or be receptive to such acts.” He smiled proudly as he wrapped his arm around her slim waist. An added bonus the submissive model, which all servant bots are patterned after are capable of carrying a child to term. Male or female. So those of you whom prefer the same sex could still build that family you have dreamed of.” He smirked at the predominantly male audience. The two in the back remained impassive staring at the man. There were murmurs in the audience. Finally one spoke up, “How much?”
“Beg pardon?” The tour guide asked in return.
“How much for the pretty strawberry blonde.” A man shorter then most of the other men on the group spoke. He too was wearing smoky colored glasses, but his slid a bit down the bridge of his snub nose. He was squat and balding, using a hat to cover this. He leered at the female ANGEL. Sakura tried to take a step back, but the man holding her waist tightened his grip. “Don’t be so shy Sakura-chan.” The girl’s eyes pleaded with her captor. Fear was spelled across her face.
“Gatô-sama,” The man smiled sickeningly, “I did not see you in the audience. I am sorry to say this little model is only for display.” His smile widened into a smirk, “You normally go for a more natural blonde do you not? I have just the pretty little thing for you. After the tour I’ll show you.” The short man glared through his smoky glasses, but after a few seconds his mouth quirked into a smile. “I see, You’ve been sampling the displays again Kidômaru.” The short man chuckled loudly as the tour guide glared at him, but soon he joined the laughter, “Hey, you got me there. Orochimaru-sama makes them very realistic. I have grown attached to this one. His hand slid down to the female’s backside and squeezed. Sakura cringed and tried to pull away. He grabbed her arm and squeezed her hard. She screamed as if in real pain, “Please stop this! It-it hurts!”
“See what I mean, so very realistic. She thinks, feels pain, these models can even eat to create energy, though they also have a rechargeable battery pack that you can charge through any electric outlet. Sakura’s battery life is seven days. She can run non stop, or be ridden for that length of time, if you need to entertain business partners, or have a party. ANGELs can be your personal sluts, or a recreational device for your friends and associates to use. You can even control the artificial ovulation cycle to prevent accidental pregnancies.
The two men in the back frowned. The taller man leaned down to whisper into the man with smoked glasses’ ear. The shorter of the pair nodded and stepped forward. “My employer would like to purchase this particular display model.”
“I believe we already settled this issue. None of the display models are for sale,” The man frowned tightening his grip on the frightened robot’s limb. The man in the shades hit the speed dial on his phone. He spoke quietly into the device then he held it out for the tour guide to take. The man snatched the device away. He growled, “What!”
Suddenly he straightened up, “Yes of course! My apologizes Orochimaru-sama…Of-of course, certainly. I will do that. Again I apoloj-” He heard the line go dead he handed the phone back and released Sakura’s arm. “Go to your new master Sakura-chan,” He said through gritting teeth, “The tall man standing in the back.” The group all turned. There were gasps as the investors and possible investors recognized the young President of Sharningan Electronics Inc. His company was one of the featured in Forbes magazine’s most successful new companies. Uchiha Sasuke, he came from old money yet he left it behind and became a self made billionaire.
The pink haired ANGEL approached cautiously. Sasuke looked down at the girl, “Hn.”
“She flinched and looked to the ground.”
“I’m not planning on hurting you,” Sakura looked up bashfully and smiled, “I promise to do my best to please you.” Anyone had to be better then Kidômaru. The man enjoyed hurting her. He used her often in his off hours then as she was cradling her sore body he would spit on her or urinate in her face and laugh at her because she was just a machine.
“I don’t plan on using you in that way. I don’t swing that way.” He said in his emotionless voice.
“Oh, but I can be useful in other ways. I can cook and clean, care for children. I only ever saw a real child once, she was so cute. My programmer at the time brought his little sister in. Do you have children sir?”
“No,” He answered without looking. He didn’t get to see the disappointment in her face, but she smiled anyway, “Oh.”
“You may see them at my company, we have a daycare center,” Sasuke had no idea why he was talking to this machine, but he had felt a pang of pity in his heart. She was created to be used and abused. It wasn’t right. Sasuke would have to mention this to Orochimaru at their meeting. He wasn’t fond of the slave trade the man had going.
“Wow! I…I could work for you there. Like I said I’m programmed to care for children specifically.”
“Sakura,” Sasuke spoke softly.
“Yes sir?” She looked up respectfully.
“You talk to much,” he turned and followed the tour guide through the large metal door with the diagonal yellow striped painted on.
“Oh,” Sakura pouted a bit, but she followed. They were looking at an assembly line type of room, but surprisingly there were very few robots actually working. Technicians were assembling most of the components.
Sasuke looked to his right and saw a mop of silver hair behind a pair of glasses. The Shine from the flurescents blocked Sasuke’s view of his eyes but he knew this man immediately. Kubuto, Orochimaru’s personal assistant and main Technition. He was also rumored to be lovers with the man. Orochimaru seemed to prefer either sex, but his current tastes were dubious at best. The young man was not unattractive, but sneaky and untrustworthy.
If Kabuto was here to sit in on the meeting Sasuke was having second thoughts about it. Hell he was having second thoughts the second the invitation was sent to him. He was only here on the advice of his older brother.
Itachi stayed in the family business, investment banking. He was a shark, with a killer instinct and an excellent business sense. He was Sasuke’s first and still is one of his main investors. He saw what their father had not…potential. Sasuke frowned for a moment before he set his face into an unreadable mask.
He would go through with this meeting for his brother…