Playing with the Toys

Cover art! I made cooooover art! Since nobody else is making me art I had to do some on my own! 8D
It can be found here: http://mako75.deviantart.com/art/Playing-with-the-Toys-77268336

somebody asked me how to know when I update. If you want to, I can make a mailing list. Leave me you mail in a review. Otherwise you can go to ff.net and get the subcription, since I post this story there as well.

------------

’Don’t cry. Whatever you do, don’t cry.’ The horrible stinging and burning told him that he already was crying. The salty water falling into his new cuts blended with the blood falling down his cheeks. His eyes were screwed shut. He didn’t want to see the knife that had belonged to his beloved father. He didn’t want to see his blood on it. He didn’t want to see the faces of his tormentors. He didn’t want to see the blood… Blood scared him. Blood was not a fluid of life but a fluid of death. And yes, Naruto was, once again, fearing for his life.

He let out a cry as the blade pierced his skin and was dragged slowly across his face.

”Only one more, bitch.” Zaku laughed. Kin glared over her shoulder, not sure whether he was talking to her or the lowlife on the chair. They had tied Naruto up. His arms still uncomfortably behind his back, ropes around his torso made him unable to move from the back of the chair and his legs were tied to the metal ones. Naruto had no way of moving anything but his head. He rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling. He didn’t want this. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen.

Kin grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. She sat down in his lap, inspecting his face carefully.

”Maybe we should give him eight.” She grinned.

”Don’t be stupid.” Dosu sighed. ”It’s supposed to be six.” He pushed himself of the wall.

”Why?”

”Because he said so!” Zaku rolled his eyes. Dosu’s eyes narrowed and he smacked him up the head.

”Itai! What the hell did you do that for?” Zaku yelled and rubbed his head.

”Shut up.”’

”Oh, come on! He’s too out of it to hear what we’re saying anyway!”

”What the fuck do you know about that? Just be quiet about him!”

’Him? Who was him? Was there somebody else behind this? Not just Kin’s wicked revenge? Who? Who could control these people? No, controlling them is probably easy. The question is why? Why is he making them do this?’ Naruto was panicking. He’d be ugly. Sasuke would hate him and send him away. His price had already gone down since he was now no longer a virgin. In any aspect. He was soiled for anybody. Soiled and scarred. The price would go down even more because he was scarred. He’d be sold. Probably end up in a brothel somewhere. Getting fucked all day long. Maybe one meal a day. And all because he had lost it. All because he had been jealous and kicked the slut out of the room. All because he wanted Sasuke to himself. Sasuke who would send him away, not caring at all. He sniffled and cried. He wanted his dad. He wanted to be little again and be in his father’s lap. And he would sing that stupid song about the pretty fox as a lullaby. The pretty fox. The pretty fox…

Naruto cried. He didn’t want to be a part of this. He had never wanted to be a part of this. All he wanted was his dad. He had been forced to grow up way too soon. He had been forced to do things he didn’t want to do and things he felt so disgusting for. Sasuke wanted him pure. Naruto was one of the most filthy people he knew.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to hide under the cover and he wanted his dad to come and ask what was wrong. And he would fall asleep in his lap after he had made his shirt wet with tears.

’I want my Tousan… Kaasan…’

The pain was coming back again. One more time. Just one more time! You can take it, Naruto! You’re better than this! The little voice in his head was soon drowned in the screams of a little boy finding his beloved Otousan bathing in his own blood.

”Tousan!” Naruto cried.

”Did you hear that?” Kin’s mocking voice echoed in his head. ”The lowlife wants his daddy!” She laughed and fisted his hair hard. ”Your dad isn’t here, filth! He probably sold you for a drink or something!” She shook his head cruelly and wiped the blade on his shirt which was now red of blood. She held it out for Zaku to take. ”Clean it and make it disappear.”

”Stop ordering me around! I know what to do!” Zaku hissed and hid the blade away in a bag.

”What are you doing?” Dosu asked as Kin started to rummage around in her own bag. She pulled up a little jar.

”A little present from the four eyes.” She grinned.

”What is it?”

”I don’t know exactly. Something he came up with. It makes wounds scar more then usual.”

”Why would he have made something like that?”

”How should I know? All I know is that they want that to stay.” She nodded to Naruto, half passed out from pain and from losing a lot of blood in a short time. ”This little baby is going to help with that.” She waved it across Naruto’s face. He couldn’t really focus on it. Everything was spinning. ”I heard it hurts like a bitch too. Maybe we'll hear some more screams for daddy?” She mocked as she undid the lid.

”You guys really are sick fucks.” Dosu sighed and shook his head. ”Whatever. Just do it so we can get out of here. They’re going to wonder where he is soon.”

”Hai, hai… Phew! It stinks! Nice perfume for a lowclass like yourself, Uzumaki. Lower than the low. A whore for us to play around with.” Kin’s grin grew wider as Naruto’s lips started to move. His voice was low, but she heard it through his pants for air.

”Well… At least I’m more worth than you… He did chose me, the low-class whore… Over you, upper-class bitch.” He spat her in the face. His saliva and blood running down her chin and lips. She screamed and threw herself backwards, off his lap, wiping it off with her hand.

”Bitch!” She slapped him hard so that his head flew to the side. Naruto coughed and spat out more blood on the floor. A lot had run into his mouth.

Dosu moved from the wall. He walked up behind Naruto and grabbed his hair, holding him still.

”Put on that thing, whatever it is, so we can get out. I want to be in class, clean, when your beloved Uchiha gets back here.”

”Fine.” Kin wiped the blood and saliva off with a tissue, and dipped her fingers into the jar. Naruto kept his eyes on the fingers when they neared his face. When they were supposed to hit his skin, he closed them. Jerking a little, trying to get away. But the grip Dosu had on his hair was too strong. He couldn’t move.

He screamed. His muscles shook, jerking on his bindings trying to get away. He could feel parts of his hair being ripped out from his scalp. It was fire and ice on the same time. It was so horrible. Even Kin looked horrified at him for a while before her face hardened, taking more onto her fingers and smeared it over the other cheek. Naruto had withstood horrible pains before in his life. Many times. But now, he felt as if he would crack. He couldn’t take this anymore. He couldn’t take this line of life anymore. He wanted out. But out only meant one thing. Death. And Naruto was just as afraid of death as he was of blood. But death was permanent. Naruto looked at Kin through half lidded, blurry eyes. Maybe death was a good way out after all. She was not the first one to hurt him. And she was not the last. He wanted to spit in her face again, but he couldn’t muster up the strength to do so. She put the jar back in her bag and stood up.

”Time to leave, boys.” She headed for the door. Dosu jerked Naruto’s hand backwards, bringing his whole body with him. He let go and Naruto fell backwards. Being tied to the chair, he could do nothing to hinder his fall. He hit the back of his head pretty bad. The room was spinning more. His scalp felt warm. Maybe it had busted up? Maybe he was bleeding from his head as well?

”You’re gonna take him?” Zaku asked. Dosu glared at him.

”Like I’d want Uchiha’s sloppy seconds! No, I’m not gonna take him!” He crouched down and looked at Naruto. ”So, Uzumaki… Not telling the Uchiha who did this right? Worse things can happen to you if you do. So just be quiet when he asks. It will make your parting all the more easier for everybody.”

”I don’t get why you’re bothering, Dosu.” Zaku sighed and hoisted his bag up on his shoulder. ”He’s totally out of it. He doesn’t get a thing you’re saying.” Dosu tilted his head to the side, looking down on the crying boy on the floor. He stood up and placed his foot across Naruto’s ribcage. He lifted it, and then brought it down hard. He could hear several ribs cracking. He grinned and turned to leave. His two companions looked at him with raised eyebrows.

”It looked half done.” He shrugged and they all three left the music room, leaving Naruto alone in pain, tears and blood. Kin left her two accomplices after they had all cleaned up, not leaving any traces of what they had done. She skipped into the cafeteria to her girlfriends. Uchiha Sasuke was going to send his toy away. What was there to not be happy about?

----

Iruka looked out over his working class with worried eyes. Sasuke was not there, but he had reasons. Even though Iruka never liked it when his students had to leave school to play adults, what worried him was that Naruto wasn’t there. He had seen him and knew he had some trouble walking. But Kiba had said that he was on his way. But, now the class was near finished and he still hadn’t shown up. He couldn’t have ditched class. Not when he had a chance to talk to Iruka without Sasuke glaring at them, right? Or maybe the young Uchiha had gotten Naruto to obey him? Iruka sighed and wrote down Gaara’s name on a detention slip. The red-head had all of a sudden grabbed Lee’s arm and pulled him out of class. It wasn’t the first time it happened. Gaara always did as he pleased. And teachers could do nothing but yell at him, which he never listened to, and write him up for detention. Which he never showed up to. He was pulling Lee down with him as well. Gaara was a smart boy and was more often than not among the top of the class alongside Neji and Sasuke, even though he never paid attention in class. But Lee had trouble keeping up. He couldn’t have much time to study at the Sabaku residence. Iruka looked at the door again, but no. The door didn’t open and no blonde came through. Naruto… A divine. A toy. Uchiha Sasuke’s plaything! Iruka bit his lip. If he had the money, he would buy Naruto. Give him his freedom back. But Iruka didn’t have that kind of money. Naruto must be a high class divine. Otherwise he wouldn’t be owned by an Uchiha. Even if Iruka saved up money for years and years he wouldn’t have the money to buy something that was good enough for an Uchiha. He shook his head. Not something! Somebody! Naruto was not a thing!

Suddenly running steps could be heard in the corridor. Iruka was about to get up from his desk and tell the running one to stop. Running in the school was not allowed!

”Neji-sama!” The door to the classroom was slammed open and several students and Iruka jumped in their seats. Neji looked up from his book at the panting Lee in the door.

”What?”

”Gaara-sama wants you to come right now! It’s urgent! He told me to tell you to bring your phone!”

”My phone? Lee, what’s going on?” Neji stood up. Lee winced a little under Neji’s hard eyes but with a look over the class, he managed to evade the answer. Neji bent down to his bag and picked up his phone before hurrying through the benches to the door. Iruka grasped for his breath as he heard the quiet words.

”It’s Naruto-kun. He’s in the music room.” Lee mumbled to Neji, before they ran back down the way Lee had come. Iruka turned to the class.

”You all stay here. When I get back I want to see all of you working hard. I’ll be back in a minute.” Iruka darted down the hall after the two boys, towards the music room. Some doors opened when he ran past and angry teachers stuck their heads out to yell, but quieted down as soon as they saw who it was. If a teacher was running, something bad had happened. They pulled their heads back in and continued their class, ready to lead their class out of the school if something were to happen.

All Iruka could think of was Naruto. Him being in the music room was not good. Sasuke was not here and wouldn’t have been the one who brought him there. If Gaara had Lee run like that to get Neji, something bad had happened. He stopped in the door to the music room and took in the scene. He let out a pained cry.

”Naruto!”

---

Gaara didn’t let go of Lee’s hand as he pulled him down the corridor. He didn’t think Lee would stop following him if he did or run away. Lee was a good pet. A very good pet, eager to please. No, the thought of Lee disobeying was not what had Gaara holding onto him so tightly. It was very simple really. Gaara wanted to touch. The reason to why he was pulling him towards the music room was the same. Gaara wanted to touch. And he couldn’t do that among other people. It had to be just him and Lee. So he could strip him out of that shirt and jacket. He wanted to touch his scars. The ones he had put there. He loved following them with his fingers. The music room was a good place. If he found a spot on Lee’s body where he felt a scar would be fitting he had very little self restraint. If he wanted another scar he wanted to do it immediately. The music room was good. Nobody could hear them in the music room. Nobody would come in and interrupt. And if Lee screamed, nobody but Gaara would hear them. Lee was embarrassed about his screams. Gaara couldn’t understand why. Lee’s screams were beautiful. But Gaara didn’t want Lee to feel uncomfortable. So he took him to the music room. Because Gaara wanted to touch.

He opened the door and stopped. Lee frowned and looked down at his master’s face. It was not betraying him at all. He looked inside the music room to what Gaara had his eyes on. Lee’s eyes widened.

”Naruto-kun!” He started to moved forward. Coming to his friend’s aid. But Gaara’s grip on his wrist didn’t falter. He looked at Gaara with pleading eyes. ”We’ve got to help him, Gaara-sama! Please!” Gaara’s eyes didn’t move from Naruto. Blood and tears… Naruto seemed to be unconscious.

”Lee… Run to the nurses and get all of them here. Tell them that Sabaku no Gaara and Uchiha Sasuke demand it if they tell you no. Then you go and get Neji. Tell him to bring his phone. And tell him it’s urgent.”

”Hai, Gaara-sama!” Gaara let go of his wrist and Lee darted down the hall. His wounds would hurt from that. Gaara hadn’t taken his eyes from Naruto one moment.

”Who?” He moved inside and crouched down next to the body tied to the chair. He put two fingers beneath Naruto’s cheek. He had a pulse. He leaned down and felt breaths. Shallow, but still breaths. He had passed out but was still alive. ”Who is stupid enough to do this to you, Naruto?” Gaara mumbled. He didn’t expect an answer. He untied Naruto’s legs and his body. He lifted him up carefully, not wanting to hurt him anymore. He managed to unfasten the rope around Naruto’s wrists as well. He laid him down on the floor. Blood… Blood and tears… He had seen both features on Naruto before. Blood several times. Tears only once. That was the last time Gaara paid for a session with Naruto. The blond had broken down that night. And the otherwise so beautiful boy had not been so attractive to Gaara anymore. Tears of pain was one thing. They were beautiful. Lee’s tears were beautiful. He held out. Let Gaara do what he wanted. Naruto had broken down and begged Gaara to stop. To stop hurting him. Gaara never wanted to see that expression on Naruto’s face again. On anybodies face. So he had stopped coming. He had found somebody else. Somebody who was stronger. Somebody whose body didn’t heal as fast.

Gaara shrugged off his jacket and folded it. He lifted Naruto’s head carefully and put it underneath in a makeshift pillow. He pulled his white sleeve down over his hand and wiped some of the blood away from Naruto’s face. He shouldn’t get more into his nose and mouth. Wouldn’t be good if he got it into his lungs. Gaara tilted his head and looked at the open gaps in Naruto’s cheeks. He parted one carefully. If they had cut a little deeper, it would have been a hole straight through. You would have been able to see his teeth. Gaara jerked his hand back. No touching! He wasn’t clean! He hadn’t washed his hands in 20 minutes! They must be filthy! Sasuke wouldn’t be glad if he got Naruto infected. Although… It seemed as if Naruto’s wounds already were infected. They were strangely white and glossy? Gaara leaned a little closer. No… They didn’t look infected. It was something else. He wiped some more blood away with his other sleeve. He heard running steps outside of the door. The nurses was arriving. It was a big school so they had several. The door was jerked open and they all hurried inside. Gaara backed off and let them do what needed to be done. One nurse stood up pretty soon.

”I’ll call the ambulance!” Gaara shot out an arm as she was hurrying past him and grabbed her hard. He glared at her.

”Nobody calls anybody before Neji gets here.” He said coldly.

”We need an ambulance!” she persisted. Annoying woman. Gaara didn’t like women.

”No. Calls. Help him. Neji will make the necessary calls.” The nurse nodded, intimidated by his icy tone and death glare. She went back to her place on the floor and helped the other nurses patch Naruto up as good as they could. Those wounds would probably need stitches. He heard more running steps in the hall and turned to the door. Neji and Lee were panting, taking in the scene.

”Gaara!” Neji looked horrified. He hurried up to him, grabbed his arms and pulled the sleeves up.

”It’s not my blood. It’s Naruto’s.” Neji looked him in the eyes looking for lies. Gaara met them calmly. Why Neji was so worried about him all the time, Gaara would never understand. He was fine. Everything was fine. Naruto was the one in trouble. But for Neji to care about another man's toy? That just didn’t happen. Neji let out the breath he had been holding. Gaara was alright. ”Call your hospital. Make sure they are ready to take care of Uchiha Sasuke’s most prized possession.” Gaara said. Neji blinked for a few times, taking in Gaara’s words. But then held up his phone, dialing the number.

The Hyuuga clan were mainly doctors. They had several private hospitals across the country and they were leading in most of the researches. Simply put, the Hyuuga were the best you could encounter in the medical field. Everywhere. Konoha’s greatest hospital was Hizashi Memorial Hospital. Neji’s father’s hospital. They did not, however, accept just anybody as their patients. Not divines for an example. Not unless you know somebody. And Neji was certainly somebody. Neji didn’t care about Naruto. Not really. He cared because it affected Sasuke. And this, this certainly affected Sasuke. Naruto was going to get the best treatment in the world. Because nothing less was befitting for somebody important to an Uchiha.

”Naruto!” A pained cry filled the room and Iruka, their sensei, darted into the room. Neji scowled at the man falling to his knees besides Naruto’s limp body. Sasuke had told him Naruto had known him from before. But not how. Well, that was a later matter.

”Good day, Neji-sama. What can I do for you?” Hyuuga Hikaru, the man on the other end, was a cousin of Neji on his mother’s side. He was much further away than Neji from the main branch, therefore the honorific. He was the one running the hospital Neji would one day own as his own.

”Send an ambulance to my school. And be quick about it. Be ready to treat Uchiha Sasuke’s favorite divine.” He hung up before he could hear the protests coming from the other end. It was unnecessary to listen to anyway.

”Iruka-sensei.” He walked up to the sobbing man petting Naruto’s hair lovingly as the nurses did their jobs. ”What do you think you’re doing?” Iruka glared up on him with teary eyes, but then turned his attention back to Naruto. ”I thought Sasuke was clear with his rules. Naruto is not to be touched by any man or woman except Sasuke himself or fellow divines. You’re not allowed to do what you’re doing.”

”Does it look like I fucking care?” Iruka hissed. Neji arched a surprised eyebrow. He had never heard Iruka curse. Ever. ”I always did this to him when he was little. Before the likes of you did this to him. Before you enslaved him. Before, when he already carried the world on his little shoulders.” Iruka was crying. Neji wasn’t sure if he was aware of what he was saying or who he was saying it to. This would all be very bothersome. He didn’t think he’d be able to get rid of their sensei now. He was the most stubborn teacher he had ever encountered after all. Neji looked down on Naruto’s face. He was wiped off and wrapped up in some bandages now. He still looked pathetic though. The nurses couldn’t stitch him up now and the white fabric was already turning red. That this boy had been the beautiful thing who’d been able to put a smile on Sasuke’s face… It was strange. Neji sighed. He’d miss Sasuke’s smiles. Because now the boy would certainly be sent away.

”Sasuke…” Naruto’s eyelids fluttered and he took in the room as much as he could. It was hard. Everything kept spinning and it was all blurry, He tried to focus on the blotch of black he saw.

”Naruto! Naruto!” Who was calling his name? He recognized the voice. Whoever it was he was patting his hair. It felt nice. It soothed him. Something incredibly bright flashed before his eyes. It disappeared and came back several times. Was he dying?

”Sasuke…” he mumbled again and closed his eyes.

The nurse put the flashlight back in her pocket, which she had used to the test Naruto’s reflexes.

”How is he?” Neji asked the nurses and held up his phone again, going through his phonebook.

”We need to get him to a hospital, Hyuuga-sama. He probably got a concussion. And these wounds needs better attention than we can give. Whoever did this has put something in them. We don’t know what it is. He is conscious now, though. That is a positive sign. If you stay out for too long, it’s an indicator that the brain has taken a lot of damage. But we don’t know how long he has been here before Sabaku-kun found him.” Neji growled, irritated, and lifted the phone to his ear. He glanced over at Gaara and his grip on Lee’s wrist as he walked past them, out to the corridor. He closed the door behind him.

”Damn it, Sasuke. Pick up the fucking phone!” He hissed, irritated. The tones went on and on but Sasuke didn’t answer. The meeting had to be over by now. He kept the phone ringing. He tapped his foot impatiently on the stone floor. A woman’s voice started to tell him that the person he wanted to talk to was not available and he pressed the red button, immediately calling Sasuke’s phone again. He looked at his watch. He started walking towards the entrance of the school. When the ambulance got there they would need somebody to show them the way to Naruto. ”Fuck, Sasuke!” Neji gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t answer. Maybe the meeting was still going on? Or he was in the office with his father. He wouldn’t get permission to answer his private phone in either of those cases. Neji pushed the front doors open and called once more. He could hear a faint sound of sirens. It would be a little while longer before they arrived. Neji hoped Sasuke had his phone in his pocket. If he was with his father he’d feel the vibrations and it would annoy the hell out of him. It would only be fair. He should be the one having to deal with this and not Neji.

”What the hell is your problem, Neji? I’m in a meeting with my father! ” A voice hissed on the other line.

”Sasuke-” Neji started, relieved that he had gotten a hold of him, but was soon cut off.

”You’re lucky he just got a call he had to take! You know how important this is to me! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

”Naruto’s hurt.” The voice on the other end quieted down and Neji could no longer hear Sasuke’s steps.

”What?” He asked, not really wanting to believe Neji’s words.

”I’m taking him to my father’s hospital. You should get there.”

”Is he okay?”

”No, Sasuke. He’s not okay.” Neji had to speak up to be heard over the sirens as the ambulance pulled up in front of the gates.

”Well, how bad is it?” Sasuke yelled. ”What happened?”

”Somebody took him into the music room.” Neji heard Sasuke’s breath hitch. ”He’s got broken ribs and a concussion. And they cut his face open.”

”What do you mean ’cut his face open’?” Sasuke shrieked.

”Six cuts. Three on each cheek. Look, the ambulance is here. Just get to the hospital. I’ll take care of this for you.” Neji hung up and waved at the men jumping out of the ambulance.

---

Sasuke could only stare at the phone. He was shocked. One day. He had left Naruto by himself one day! One fucking day and now he was hurt. His face cut open. What if he had been raped? What if Naruto was tainted?

”Sasuke-sama?” He looked up at his father’s secretary. ”Your father is done. You can go back inside.” She smiled gently. Sasuke nodded dumbly and walked back inside.

”Bad news, Sasuke.” Fugaku sighed and leaned back in his chair. ”The strikers are getting violent. You’ll leave first thing in the morning. I’ve already called home and they are packing your things. And your toys’ things too. The one that you wanted to bring. What was his name again?”

”Naruto…” Sasuke said carefully. Fugaku frowned.

”What’s wrong, Sasuke?”

”I got some bad news myself… Naruto won’t come with me to Europe.”

”Why not? You were persistent the last time we spoke of this.” Sasuke managed to not snort. He had not been persistent. He had merely asked.

”He’s in the hospital. Somebody took him to the music room.” Fugaku’s eyes widened. He too had gone to that school and knew very well what could go on in the music room. Sasuke was looking out the window, lost in thoughts. Fugaku could see the wheels spinning inside his head at a incredibly high speed. He smirked. His youngest was smart. He’d have a solution to this problem in a heartbeat. Fugaku didn’t care one second about Naruto or if he was alright. What he was worried about was his name. Somebody had touched and hurt Uchiha-property. And if Sasuke didn’t deal with the people doing it, Fugaku had men and women who would do a good job.

”Is Itachi involved with a project now?” Sasuke asked slowly.

”He sealed the deal he was working on this morning. He’ll be free until next week, merely studying for the next deal. He definitely is my son.” Fugaku said proudly and saw Sasuke grit his teeth in annoyance over the praise. His smirk widened. He was very sure that Sasuke would be on the receiving end of his praise in the not so distant future. But he had to earn it. Just like everybody else.

”So he has some playtime…” Sasuke mumbled. Then he straightened up and looked over to his father. ”Are we done, Otou-sama? I want to see the property-damage on my own. And then I need to speak with my brother before I leave in the morning.”

”We’re finished. I’ll have my secretary give you some more information tonight. But you can read that on the plane.”

”Thank you, Otou-sama.” Sasuke bowed to his father and went out the door. Fugaku’s smirk widened into a smile.

”You’ll do great, son.”

----

Sasuke ran out of the limo and through the door into the ER of Hizashi Memorial Hospital. The driver had gotten stuck in traffic and no matter how much Sasuke was cursing and yelling, did they get out of there any faster. He had taken of his jacket in the car and he had loosened his tie. He had run his hands through his hair several times, making it look quite raggedy. Actually, with the way his eyes kept darting all over the place, he looked like he was on something. He wasn’t. But, oh, did he want to be. He hurried up to the nurse sitting in the reception and banged on the glass window to get her attention. She opened the glass, but didn’t even look up at him.

”Yes?” She asked, chewing on her pen, trying to figure out the crossword in her magazine.

”I’m looking for Uzumaki Naruto!” He said glaring at her for not giving him her full attention.

”Friend or family?” She asked bored, still not looking at him. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed.

”I own him! He’s mine!” This spiked the woman’s interest and she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

”We don’t accept divines at this hospital.”

”You accepted mine.” Sasuke said between gritted teeth. ”So tell me where he is!”

”That’s impossible! We don’t accept divines at this hospital!” She persisted and moved her hand to shove the window closed. Sasuke’s hand darted out holding the window in place.

”Look, bitch! I’m Uchiha Sasuke. A close friend of Hyuuga Neji and you have my Naruto at this hospital. And if you don’t let me know where he is right now, you can forget working here or in any other hospital in this country, get it?”

”Uchiha-sama!” Sasuke turned his head to the side and glared at who had spoke to him.

”I’m Hyuuga Hikaru.” A man with the traditional long, dark hair and the Hyuuga eyes, held out his hand and shook Sasuke’s. ”I’m the doctor who treated Uzumaki-san by request of Neji-sama. I’ll take you to him.”

”Thank you.” Sasuke took deep breaths trying to calm down. Really, this was not like him.

”Nurse?” Hikaru said and turned to the woman sitting in the reception with big eyes on Sasuke. She looked at him with scared eyes. ”When your shift ends, you can empty your locker. You are no longer needed at this hospital.” He smiled before turning back to Sasuke, ignoring the woman’s tries to regain her work. ”This way, Uchiha-sama.” He led Sasuke down the hall way through the maze that was the hospital.

”How is he?”

”He’s quite alright due to the circumstances. He’s got a concussion so he will sleep a lot. It gives the brain time to recover. He will feel ill and dizzy. He will probably throw up a lot too. He got three cracked ribs and a sprained wrist. We’ve wrapped him up pretty good. Nothing to be worried about, really. A lot of rest, no heavy tasks and for the sake of his head, nothing that requires a lot of thinking. What worries me is his face. Neji said to me that he had told you?”

”He told me they cut him open.” Sasuke was sickly pale, but his face was otherwise unreadable. There was no way to guess what he was thinking right now.

”Six cuts.” Hikaru stopped, looking Sasuke in the eyes. ”Three verticals on each cheek. Uzumaki-kun was awake while I wrapped up his wrist. He said they did it because they wanted him to look like somebody.”

”Look like somebody?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow questionly.

”He wouldn’t say who.”

”Is he awake?”

”He’s sleeping.”

”Will… Will his face be as it was before?” Sasuke stopped breathing when Hikaru shook his head.

”Whoever did this put a lotion or cream of some sort in his wounds. A chemical reaction has burned the tissue. He will have permanent scars after this. He complained about tingling in his cheeks as well. I don’t think they will leave either. Not completely anyway. We’re running tests on it in our labs here. We don’t know what this stuff is but we highly doubt it’s legal. We’ve stitched him up.” Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at the doctor once more.

”Anything else?”

”He needs a lot of rest Uchiha-sama. You won’t be able to use him as you please for quite some time if you want him to become healthy again.” Sasuke glared at him. What the fuck did he think? That he would get off on having Naruto throw up because of his concussion?

”Was he raped?”

”No. There were no blood or semen in his rectum. He was not raped.”

”Where is he?” Hikaru walked up to a door a few feet away and pushed it open, for Sasuke to walk in. His beeper went off and he said something Sasuke didn’t register before walking away. He had more important things to look at.
Naruto was sleeping in a big hospital bed. His face was wrapped up in white bandages and. As were his hand and Sasuke knew his torso would be as well beneath the hospital gown. He looked so small in that bed. Helpless. Sasuke wanted him to sit up and smile his stupid smile and say that he was alright. That everything would go back to the way that they were and that there was no problem with coming along to Europe. That there would be no scars…

’Naruto… I’m so sorry…’

”Sasuke?” Sasuke’s head jerked up and he looked at Neji who had spoken. ”Sasuke, what do you want to do now?” He asked and pushed his long hair over his shoulder. Sasuke looked over the people in the room. Gaara was standing by the window, looking out, lost in his own world. Lee was standing by the foot of the bed, looking at Sasuke with his big eyes. They looked even bigger with the tears in his eyes. Kiba was sitting on the side of Naruto’s bed, the blonde’s unharmed hand in his. He had probably begged Kankuro to let him come with Gaara to the hospital. Kiba’s flowing tears spoke volumes. He felt guilty. He felt as if it was his fault. He blamed himself. He shouldn’t have left Naruto alone.
Sasuke clenched his fist. He shouldn’t have left Naruto alone! If he hadn’t, maybe none of this would have happened! Naruto would have been alright! He would have been able to come with Sasuke! He would have been able to be with only Sasuke! Not being touched by anybody but Sasuke!

The door opened and everybody but the sleeping Naruto looked at Iruka coming in. He stopped and blinked his swollen, red eyes, at the sight of Sasuke. He looked around, appearing surprised at being in everyone’s attention.

”Out.” Sasuke hissed. Iruka looked like Sasuke has slapped him across the face. In a way, he had. ”All of you.” Sasuke continued and turned his attention back to his boy on the bed. ”Get out! Leave us alone!” Kiba scrambled off the bed as if touching Naruto had suddenly burned him. He hurried out through the door, avoiding looking at Sasuke. Lee hurried out after him. Neji put a hand on Iruka’s shoulder and guided him out, mumbling something in his ear, which helped to get him out without a fuss.
Sasuke looked at Gaara by the window. He hadn’t moved an inch.

”What do you want?” Sasuke asked.

”I talked to the doctor. Neji’s cousin.” Gaara turned his head towards Naruto, tilting his head as if in deep thought. ”He said he will scar.”

”Yes. He will…” Sasuke walked up to the bed. His eyes roamed over Naruto’s face. He reached out a hand and ran his fingers through the blond locks.

”Are you selling him?” Sasuke’s hand fell away.

”I… I don’t know…” Gaara nodded and turned fully to Sasuke.

”Well, I think I can match most of the bids you would receive on him.” Sasuke’s head snapped up and glared at Gaara. The redhead didn’t even blink.

”You want to buy him?”

”I have little interest in using him. But I rather see him unused than with any of those old, fat fucks.”

”If I don’t want to keep him, I’m giving him to my mother. I have no intention whatsoever to pass him on to those old, fat fucks. Even though he’s ruined.” Sasuke hissed.

”Good.” Gaara nodded and walked to the door.

”Gaara.” Sasuke said without turning around to look at him.

”What?” Gaara stopped but didn’t turn around either.

”Arigato.”

”For what?”

”For not leaving him.” Gaara closed his eyes and repressed a sigh. So that was the reason Sasuke wouldn’t want to sell Naruto to him. Sasuke didn’t see him as a monster. But probably not so much from it.

”I’m not so cruel…” Gaara sighed. ”At least… Not to people like him…” He pushed the door open and left. Sasuke looked over his shoulder.

’I know you’re not cruel, Gaara. If only you could understand that as well and stop what you’re doing…’ He turned his attention back to Naruto. He lifted his hand and ran it through the bright hair. He trailed his fingers over his forehead, over his nose to his lips. He must be totally exhausted if he didn’t wake up. Not from their not so quiet talking. Not from Sasuke’s touches. He bent down and pressed his lips carefully against Naruto’s. They were dry and chapped. Sasuke pulled back a little. He wanted to be met with sapphire eyes, but Naruto kept on sleeping.

Naruto. The one that might have… The one that Sasuke might have…
Naruto. His divine. His toy. His most favorite possession…

Broken…