Playing with the Toys

Welcome to Naruto: Playing with the Toys SPECIAL!

8D It's almost twice as long as a regular chapter of mine! Unfortunatly it's not edited. My beloved Master of the Rebels doesn't have time to edit for the time being. So my own sense of grammar will have to do! I'm sure you'll all live. Onwards!
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Two months. Two fucking months. Two months since that day. Two months since Sasuke left. Two months without a word from him. Two months of missing him.

Naruto splashed water in his face.

”Get a grip…” He whispered to himself. He looked up at his reflection. The wet bangs in his face. He should get a haircut. It was so long. But it wasn’t his decision. It was Sasuke’s. And he wasn’t around.

”Fuck…” Naruto opened the tap again and splashed more water in his face. He was loosing it. Things were so strange now. Everything was different. He was not used to this shit.

The whole summer had passed. Nothing had turned out the way he had wanted it too. Kiba had been ecstatic when he came back to school. The mutt had thought things would be back to the way it had been. But things were falling apart. Not only for Naruto. Or maybe Naruto had just started to see? Had he gotten to know them? So that he could see past the surface? So that he could see what was going on?

The door slammed open and Naruto looked over his shoulder in the mirror. It was Gaara. The redhead pulled Lee in by his wrist and practically slammed him up the wall. Lee met Naruto’s eyes in the mirror. Gaara tore the jacket and shirt open. Lee looked away from Naruto, a deep blush on his face. Naruto didn’t move. He would have to pass Gaara to get out. And he was not going near him unless he was told too when he was behaving like that.

”They’re not healing like they should…” Gaara mumbled. He was about to put his hands on Lee’s chest but flinched back. He hadn’t washed his hands. He was not touching Lee unless he washed his hands. He was dirty. He’d hurt Lee if he touched him with dirty hands. He lifted his head and glared at his toy. ”Why don’t they heal?” He growled. He pointed to a particular cut and grit his teeth. ”Answer me! Why don’t they heal! That should be fine by now!”

”I don’t know, Gaara-sama.” Lee whispered. ”I’m sorry. I don’t know.” He sounded exhausted. He sounded like he was about to cry. Gaara took a step back, looking at Lee like he had said something outrageous. He shook his head and turned away. He didn’t want to hear it. He stroked his hands over his clothes as if he was wiping off dirt. He seemed to wake up and took a step to the sinks. It wasn’t until then that he noticed Naruto. His eyes narrowed.

”Get out.” He hissed. Naruto grabbed his bag and dashed for the door. He avoided to look at either of them. Gaara might have snapped. Lee might have cried. As soon as the door closed behind him Naruto put his hand over his mouth and heaved. He managed to keep himself from throwing up in the hallway. He got several curious glances, but nobody really cared about him. Why would they? He was nothing to be cared about.

He took a deep breath and straightened up. He wanted to drink some water but he was not going in there again. And he was not allowed to use the drinking fountains. They were not for people like him. They were not for divines.

He could hear mumbles from inside the men’s room. Gaara and Lee were talking. Naruto started walking. He didn’t want to hear anything. He didn’t want to witness it if Lee broke. Because that was what was going on. Lee, the strongest of them all, was breaking. That was why the cuts Gaara gave him didn’t heal. Lee didn’t have any energy left. As much as he cared for his master… It wasn’t enough. His body and mind were giving up. Whether he wanted too or not. And that was something nobody could handle. Not even the ones from the outside. Gaara didn’t want to see. He knew it but refused to acknowledge it. Because what would he do without Lee? He needed him. He needed him badly. He couldn’t handle Lee breaking down. So he refused to see it. Because he knew he couldn’t fix it. He didn’t know how.

Naruto turned a corner, heading for his next class. He had Iruka next. That always made him feel a little better. He wasn’t scared of walking alone. He didn’t have a reason to anymore. He brushed his bangs out of his face and walked faster. Okay, so maybe he was a little scared still. Even though the three that had pulled him into the music room were gone, Orochimaru was not. And he could get more people to do his bidding if he wanted too.

”Have you heard?” Naruto jumped to the side, looking over his shoulder with startled eyes.

”Damn it, Sakura-chan! Don’t scare me like that!” He put a hand over his chest in an attempt to clam his heart.

”Sorry.” Sakura said, rolling her eyes. She was obviously not very sorry. ”Well have you?”

”Have I heard what?”

”About Yakushi Kabuto?” She whispered, looking around. Naruto frowned, looking around too.

”Who?” He whispered back.

”Stop being stupid!” She said and hit him over the head.

”Ouch! Sakura-chan!” He whined and rubbed the soar spot. ”Am I supposed to know who he is?”

”He’s the secretary of one of the vice-principals! Orochimaru-sama!” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. ”You know the creepy one?” She said in a low voice. It wouldn’t do well for somebody overhearing her talking disrespectful about such a powerful man. Or any free man for that matter. A shudder went through Naruto’s body. Yeah, he knew.

”What about him?” He remembered the secretary from his visit at the office. They had never talked to each other. But he could never shake the feeling that he was being watched when he was around.

”He’s gone missing too.” Sakura whispered. Naruto’s blood ran cold. Him too? Had he been involved in this as well? ”He hasn’t been seen for two days! It’s kind of scary. Now four random people have disappeared! Neji-sama is considering keeping me and TenTen at home until this gets cleared up.”

”Why? None of the missing people are divines.” Naruto tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

”I know! But still… Don’t you think it’s scary?” She said, grabbing his arm. Did she want comfort? Naruto didn’t know if he had any to give. He let her hold on to him as they walked towards class. Yes, Naruto did think it was scary. But not for his friends safety. Orochimaru had no reason to hurt them. But his own? If he hadn’t told Sasuke… Then they would all still be here. Were they even alive anymore? How had they died if they weren’t? Had they suffered? Had Sasuke made them suffer? Naruto’s heart was beating so fast. How much longer could he carry this on his own? He had never been a part of something like this before. He had been the toy of people with fishy business going on, but never like this. He had never been a part of it. He had never been the reason!

How had Sasuke done it? Had he hired people? Of course he had! He wasn’t here to do it by himself! Who were they? Somebody he knew? How much did Sasuke’s friends know? It was making Naruto go crazy with how he was a part of it, but he knew nothing. All he wanted to was to get out. He wanted out. He wanted to be gone from this. He didn’t want to pretend he didn’t know anything. All he wanted was to lie down and sleep. Sleep and dream good dreams. But he knew that wouldn’t happen. Ever since Sasuke left, his dreams had been lonely and cold.

He stopped in the door and looked over his class. Sakura looked up at him with worried eyes, but didn’t say anything. She let go of his arm and sat down next to TenTen striking up a conversation. Naruto swallowed again. The lump in his throat wouldn’t go down and the pain caused by his thumping heart wouldn’t go away. He saw Kiba getting pulled out of his seat next to Shino by Kankurou, with Hinata looking nervously at them. The toys had obviously been sitting to close for Kankurou liking. He saw Sakura glance over at Neji several times. He saw Shikamaru on the phone with somebody. And when Chouji made loud sounds opening his bag of chips, Shikamaru snatched them out of his hands. The lazy boy told him Temari had heard him over the phone and forbid him to eat more.

Naruto’s heart felt worse. He looked over the class. Pretty much everybody were somehow paying attention to their master or divine. They were all so focused on each other. And Naruto felt that he didn’t belong.

”Are you alright, Naruto?” He felt a hand on his shoulder and let Iruka turn him around.

”I don’t feel so good, sensei.” Naruto was ashamed of how pitiful he sounded. Iruka frowned and put his hand over Naruto’s forehead.

”I can’t feel any fever. Do you want to go to the nurse?” He asked and led Naruto away from the door. The class didn’t need to see them or hear their conversation.

”I want to get out of here…” Naruto mumbled.

”You want to go home?” Iruka brushed the bangs out of Naruto’s face, trying to catch the blue eyes with his. Naruto nodded, but looked away. He didn’t really want Iruka to see how bad he felt. This was not caused by any illness. ”Isn’t it better to lie down for a while instead? The nurse have beds.”

”I want to get out of here!” Naruto said in a louder voice, clearly startling Iruka who blinked surprised at him. Naruto bit his lip.

”I think you-”

”I can’t be here without him anymore.” Naruto said and finally met his sensei’s eyes. ”I can’t be here alone anymore. I need to get out of here.” Iruka frowned but nodded.

”Wait here. I’ll get class started and then we’ll go and call somebody that can pick you up.” Naruto sighed relieved and threw is arms around Iruka’s torso.

”Thank you…” He whispered. Iruka felt like he was getting stabbed in his heart. This boy shouldn’t be like this. This boy should be full of life. He should be happy. That smile should constantly be on his face. He shouldn’t… He shouldn’t be breaking.

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”What are you doing here, Naruto-kun?” Naruto sighed. He was not really in the mood for this. He took a few steps back and looked into the living room.

”Excuse me, what did you say, Itachi-sama?” He asked. ”I didn’t hear you.” He had perfectly well heard him. He didn’t have much choice. If Itachi wanted to play games, he had to play games.

”I asked, what are you doing here?” Itachi put his teacup back on the table, looking up at Naruto for an explanation.

”I’m not feeling well. So I decided that I wanted to go home. Did you not talk to Iruka-sensei, Itachi-sama? I was under the impression you had given permission. A car came to pick me up after all.”

”I did. And I have. I’m aware that you’re not feeling well. I want to know why. Should I call for a doctor?” He stood up and walked over to the divine. Naruto felt his lips getting dry but refused to lick them. That look in Itachi’s eyes… It excited him.

”I should be fine after some rest in my own bed, Itachi-sama. There’s no need to be calling for a doctor.” He said calmly.

”You know I have a very reliable doctor. I would never let anybody but the best examine you, Naruto-kun.” Itachi said, walking around Naruto like a predator.

”There’s no need. Let’s not bother him.” Naruto had a hard time focusing straight ahead. He wanted to look at him. Itachi was beautiful. Gorgeous. And he was paying attention to him.

”As you wish…” He felt a warm puff of air against his ear. He couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes. He felt the warm air hit his skin when Itachi breathed. He felt the presence of the body behind him. And that smell. His mouth opened. He loved that smell. He couldn’t stop himself. He leaned backwards. He felt the hard chest against his back. He heard the breathing behind him getting hitched from excitement.

It had been so long since he was close to anybody like this. Since Sasuke last touched him. Since anybody desired him. It was a nice feeling. To feel wanted. To feel that somebody needed you. They breathed in sync. He felt his own arousal. The buzzing in his body. He wanted to be touched. Two months. It had been two months since the last time… And that was a very, very long time when you had been sexually stimulated since you were twelve. He craved for the touch.

But when he felt it, the hand on his chest, he woke up. He pushed the hand away and practically ran for the door. The bastard! The son of a bitch! He had put on Sasuke’s cologne. He had pushed on Naruto’s weaknesses! Fuck! Naruto had let him do it! He had let him touch him!

Itachi smirked as Naruto stormed out of the room and down the hall. He laughed a little and picked up his teacup, taking another sip. He looked amused at the door where the blond had disappeared. He put the cup down and picked up his phone. He pressed speed dial and put the phone to his ear. As soon as the other line picked up he started talking.

”Have my limo and my boys ready in ten minutes.” He ordered and then hung up. He sat down to finish the rest of his tea. He took another sip. He reached down with his free hand and rubbed over his arousal. It wouldn’t go down. Oh, well… He’d have one of the boys give him a blowjob in the limo. He smirked. He knew just which one too. He was in the mood for blond today.

Naruto stripped out of his uniform. He didn’t bother to hang it up. He just threw it on the floor. He might be scolded later by a maid or something. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him.

His room was dark. He never opened the curtains anymore. And whenever somebody did, he soon closed them again. The sunlight was too bright. He liked it better dark. Sometimes it felt like it didn’t hurt as much when it was. The light only seemed to mock him. He slipped undercover and brought the cover up to his chin. He didn’t care that it was in the middle of the afternoon. It didn’t matter. He stayed on one side of the bed. It felt lonely to be in the middle. It wasn’t made for one person. It was made for two.

Two months… Two months without him. Without being touched by him. How the hell could he miss it so much? He didn’t care about Sasuke! He didn’t! He just wanted to be touched. And Itachi had touched him. And he had let him. Even though Sasuke had forbid him. He invited it. He had pressed back on his own. Was he that desperate for cock? Naruto wanted to hit himself. He didn’t want this! He didn’t want Itachi! He didn’t want Sasuke!

He grabbed his own hair and groaned. Yes, he did! He did want it! And he did want Sasuke. And he had a hard-on. Son of a bitch. He rolled over to his back and gasped a little when he pushed his boxers down. Was he really going to do this? He bit his lip and kicked them off. Seemed like it… He bent his legs and spread them. With a deep breath he grabbed his own cock. He let out a moan. He had never touched himself like this before… He started pumping himself slowly. Naruto knew all about his own body. Every high classed toy should. He knew what spots were sensitive. He knew where he liked to be touched. He knew where he didn’t. He knew how much pressure he should use when he touched said places. When he touched his cock. He knew how fast to go. He knew how to give himself the best orgasm. What was new for him, was to do this to himself for his own sake. He had never in his whole life masturbated for his own sake.

His hand was going slowly. His mouth open. His breathing speeding up just a little. He put his free hand on his thigh. Kneading his muscles. He licked his lips.

There never was a reason for a toy like him to give themselves pleasure like this. There were always other people that would do that for them. Naruto had been so young when he was forced into the world of sex. He had never had any urge to touch himself before it. And after… When he had gotten older and started to enjoy sex, at least parts of it, he had always had somebody to take care of that need. Sasuke hadn’t been the only one he had begged from. He was just the only master Naruto had really enjoyed begging from.

”Please…” Naruto whispered, giving himself a hard squeeze. He let out a moan. He could see in his head what Sasuke’s face would look like if he had given him that kind of moan. He could see Sasuke looking at him. He could picture his smirk. That son of a bitch…

He thrust his hips up, fucking his hand. But in his thoughts, it wasn’t his own. His other hand trailed from his thigh to his balls. He rolled them between his fingers. Squeezed them gently in his hand.

”Sasuke!” A deep blush spread over his face and his hands stopped. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? It felt good but… It was nothing like when somebody else touched him. When Sasuke touched him. He took a deep breath and started moving his hand again. Fuck this. Nobody would know. Only he would. And he had already started it. Might as well finish it.

He moved thumb over the slit of his cock. He shuddered. Thrusting his hips upwards. It wasn’t as good as if another body had been above him like he imagined there was. But the straining in his legs felt good. He liked the pressure it put on his muscles. The hand that had been caressing his balls went lower. He pushed the tip of his finger inside of him.

”Oh shit.” He pulled the finger out and rolled to the side. He opened the drawer in his bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubrication.

”I fucking hate you, you bastard…” He mumbled and squirted the slippery substance out in his hand. He threw the tube on the floor without putting the cap back on. He didn’t care if it dribbled out on the floor. He’d clean it up later. He spread the lube out over his fingers, making sure that they were properly lubricated. It had been a long time since something had been inside of him. He didn’t want to hurt himself. He put a finger against his entrance and pushed it in. He let out a moan. Yeah, that felt good. See, he didn’t need the teme! He could make himself feel good on his own. He pulled the finger out and pushed it in again. He did it a few times before letting another finger join the first. He pumped his erection with his other hand.

”Ah!” He bit his lip again. He didn’t want to be too loud. If somebody heard him, they’d know exactly what he was doing. There was nobody else who could be doing it to him. At least should be doing anything to him. If they though he was having sex with somebody they might come in. He wasn’t supposed to have sex with anybody but Sasuke. They all knew that. And if any of the people there found out that he had masturbated he’d never hear the end of it. Especially not from that fucking servant. Naruto shook his head, clearing his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about them. They were not something he wanted to think about while he was touching himself. His hand went faster. His fingers deeper.

”God…!” He groaned. He could feel the building orgasm. He had missed that feeling. He had missed how good it felt. Yes, Naruto knew how to bring himself to wonderful orgasms. Himself and others. It was what his life was about.

”Sasuke!” He whined. He wanted Sasuke there. He wanted to come in Sasuke’s hand, not his own. His hand went even faster. The fingers harder. Sasuke was so gorgeous. So fucking hot. And he knew just how to handle Naruto. He knew so many ways to make Naruto come. He was so good! Oh fuck! Sasuke, Sasuke!

Naruto arched up as he came into his hand. He could feel his body tightening around his fingers. He gritted his teeth together. His eyes clenched shut. He could see the damn teme’s face. He could see the satisfaction in his eyes and over his lips. He missed it. It wasn’t the same.

He pushed the cover of his legs and reached out for the paper tissues on the bedside table. He wiped his hands clean from cum and lube. He didn’t have the energy to go and wash the sweat off. He’d tell them to exchange them before he went to sleep that evening. He wouldn’t be able to sleep another night in them anyway, knowing what he had done and thought of this afternoon.

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”You’re such a fucking slut.”

”You’re the biggest whore I’ve ever met.” The blond said, non caring, and wiped his mouth. ”And I was raised at a brothel.”

”Oh hell, wasn’t that a biting comeback? How anybody fucking dare to put their cock in your mouth is beyond me.” The other huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

”Didn’t that come from the right gloryhole, un? Are you jealous he didn’t tell you to do it?” He ran his fingers trough his hair to get the tousles out. His master really had messed it up with his hard grip on it.

”I’m just worried about getting an STD. Are you sure your treatment is over?

”You’re not worthy of attention.”

”Barbie is getting feisty. We might have to crack the whip at you! The snapping sound alone should make you come!”

”You’re the painslut, not me. You’re the one getting off by just a whipping, un.”

”The hell I do!”

”Ha! I’ve seen it, un! It’s on Itachi-sama’s computer!”

”What!”

”Hidan.” Both of the bickering blonds turned their heads towards their master sitting across from them in the other seat. Itachi buttoned and zipped up his pants, then folded his hands in his lap. He gave his toy a glare and Hidan swallowed. His throat felt so dry all of a sudden. He couldn’t help but to get excited. ”Kneel.” Itachi ordered. Hidan slid off the seat and kneeled on the floor of the limo. He crossed his arms behind his back and held his eyes locked to the floor. The strike that hit him across the face made him fall to the ground. He was glad he didn’t hit his head on the minibar. It was a close call. His cock twitched at the lingering pain in his cheek. Itachi knew exactly how to land a good blow. Hidan pushed himself up and returned to his previous position.

”I don’t like it when you’re insulting my other toys, Hidan. You’re aware of this. So why are you doing it? In front of me none the less? Is it the punishment you crave? Speak.”

”I crave discipline, master. And I don’t like him. I’m sorry, master.” Hidan said with a steady voice. Itachi sighed and rolled his eyes.

”Deidara. Come here.” Itachi held out his hand and Deidara went over to him. He couldn’t stand up straight in the limousine of course, and moved with his back bent. His hair draping over his shoulders and face. Itachi took his hand and made him sit down next to him. Like a good toy, Deidara turned towards him to give his master all of his attention. Itachi raised his hand and flicked the Uchiha-fan hanging from the thick collar around the Deidara’s neck. ”Kakuzu.” He said, letting his fingers trail the collarbone out towards the shoulder of his divine.

”Yes, master?” The dark man who had been sitting impassively, in the seat next to Hidan’s, turned his face toward the other three across from him.

”Has Hidan behaved improperly towards Deidara this summer while you were carrying out my orders?”

”Yes, master.” Kakuzu answered. He could see the tension in Hidan’s shoulders.

”I told you he had, master.” Deidara said with a smile on his lips. He didn’t like Hidan. And he was happy that he was getting what was coming to him.

”Did I give you permission to speak, Deidara?” Deidara opened his mouth to excuse himself but snapped it shut again. He shouldn’t speak. He glared a little at his master. He didn’t particularly like Itachi. In fact, Deidara thought he was a supreme son of a bitch. Especially now that he had gotten a new favorite. Well, it didn’t matter much. As good as the sex with Itachi was, he preferred having sex with Sasori no Danna anyway. Itachi was generous like that. And at least he wasn’t on Itachi’s bad side.

”What have he done towards him?” Itachi asked Kakuzu, grabbing Deidara’s chin turning his head up, exposing his neck. He let his finger run over the smooth skin.

”He-” Kakuzu didn’t get further until Itachi’s phone started to ring. It was a well known rule to all divines and paid staff-members in the Uchiha household that if Itachi’s phone started to ring, you shut up. The consequences were not worth the words. Itachi turned away from Deidara and grabbed his phone. He flipped it open and held it up to his ear.

”Yes?”

”He’s leaving now.” The voice in the other end informed.

”Good. Go and fulfill your other task. We’ll see you later.”

”Yes, Itachi-sama.” The voice said and they both hung up. Itachi nodded to Kakuzu who reached back and knocked on the window between them and the driver. The car started up and started to move.

”I don’t want to hear anymore insults towards Deidara, Hidan. Do you hear me?”

”Yes, master.”

”And I don’t want you to give him the satisfaction of an answer if he breaks my orders, Deidara. Which might happen, if he craves disciplinarian actions so much.”

”Yes, master.” Deidara answered. His eyes widened a little that he had spoken before he had been given permission after the order before. But it seemed like Itachi let it slide with only a glare, this time.

”I’m disappointed, Hidan. I might have to retrain you.” He looked out the window as the car came to a stop, ignoring the scared eyes of his toy on his knees. Retraining was never good. Retraining meant he was a bad toy. Retraining mean his price would go down. Retraining might mean that Itachi would send him off. And who the fuck knew where he would end up then! He had to do better! He had taken too many liberties. He would be better. Master had to be proud. He could feel Deidara’s eyes on him. He wouldn’t meet them. He might be pissed off. Master hadn’t given him permission to look up yet.

Itachi smirked as he saw the man he loathed most in this world, walking towards his car in the school’s parking lot. They had been waiting for a while now and he felt like a child. He was happy the wait was over and the playtime was about to start.

”Go do your job, boys.” He said with a tone that made all of the toys in the car shiver. And not from pleasure. Not even from Hidan. He shifted on his knees and opened the door. He headed out first, walking up to the vice principal with Kakuzu following closely behind. Deidara went outside too, but stopped by the car door, his hand on the frame.

”Hello Orochimaru-sama.” Hidan put his hand on the older man’s shoulder. Orochimaru looked up from his attempt of opening his car-door. He frowned at him. He had finally been on his way home from the school. Since Kabuto had gone missing he had to do so much work on his own. He had asked, well more like told, Shizune to help him. But she was busy already being Tsunade’s secretary and half a one for Jiraiya. He had been relived that he had finally been done for the day.

Orochimaru’s face got paler as he saw the red and white fans around the two men’s necks and the limo standing around the corner. He looked around. The only people there were them. Nobody would see anything. There were no other buildings around but school buildings. And nobody was around at this hour. This was not good. How was he supposed to get out of this one? The Uchiha’s had been the bastards that had made his minions disappear!

”And who might you be?” He asked, brushing Hidan’s hand of his shoulder. He couldn’t help but to look at the scars on the other mans body though. The tattooed stitches seemed very real. Maybe some of them were? Orochimaru licked his lips. Unlike Sasuke, he found scars very attractive.

”Doesn’t matter who the fuck I am. You don’t care anyway. What does matter, is who my master is. He’s really fucking pissed at you, you know.”

Orochimaru licked his lips and his eyes darted around, looking for a way to escape. He knew he wouldn’t be able too. Both of these men were much more fit than him. He wouldn’t be able to run away. He took a deep breath and straightened up, flicking his long hair over his shoulder and fixing his tie. No, he wouldn’t be able to run away from this. Getting into his car was of course out of the question. He started to walk toward the limo. He’d make a deal with Itachi. He always had a sense for business. He would be able to get himself out of this. He had done good business with the oldest Uchiha brother before.

Hidan grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from getting into the car before him. Orochimaru frowned and his mouth was made into a thin line as Hidan pushed him aside and got into the car. Such insolence!

Hidan sat down in the place Deidara had been prior, across from Itachi. Orochimaru’s mood didn’t get better by Kakuzu pushing him forward and making him sit down next to Hidan. Kakuzu took the seat beside their captive himself, trapping him in the middle. There was no way that Orochimaru was getting out of the limo if they didn’t let him. Deidara jumped into the car and closed the door behind him, sitting down next to Itachi again.

”I thought you would put up more of a fight.” Itachi admitted, nodding in greeting to the new passenger.

”I’m not stupid. If you have business with me you would have gotten to me sooner or later.” Orochimaru said and stopped himself from looking over his shoulder, as Kakuzu knocked on the window once more. ”I have some dignity.” The car drove off. Orochimaru licked his lips again, looking Deidara up and down with an appreciative smirk. At least this beautiful boy hadn’t been rude to him. At least not yet.

”I didn’t think you were stupid either.” Itachi said and laid a hand on Deidara’s thigh and squeezed it gently, only to mock Orochimaru. He didn’t have anybody to touch anymore. Not that he knew that. Not yet. ”You should be very aware of that I have business with you. I was under the impression that we had a deal, you and I.” He continued and raised an eyebrow, wanting an explanation from the older man.

”Yes, well…” Orochimaru smirked and straightened out his jacket. ”He’s just to tempting. You must understand?” Itachi’s face hardened.

”I asked you what you wanted to leave my otouto alone. You named your price. And I gave it to you. I expected you to keep your part of the deal. I feel that it’s a slap in my face. And as you might know… Uchiha’s do not take lightly on being offended.”

”Now, now Itachi-kun!” Orochimaru’s smirk widened and Itachi’s eyes narrowed. ”You can’t blame me too much for wanting to get Sasuke-kun back? As I said, he’s so tempting. You must know what I’m talking about, yes?”

”What are you getting at?”

”You and your brother has always had a close relationship. I wasn’t surprised at all when you came to my office, offering anything you could give for me to leave him alone.” He looked up on the ceiling of the car and let out a dreamy sigh. ”I know all about jealous lovers. Especially when the one they want is such a good lay. He really have a tight ass doesn’t he?” Suddenly Orochimaru found himself on the floor of the moving vehicle. He was on his knees, his arms held behind his back with one strong hand. Kakuzu’s other hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Orochimaru’s mouth got very dry as he heard a clicking sound and the barrel of a gun was pressed against his forehead. He followed the arm up and met with Itachi’s face, looking down on him with the coldest eyes he had ever seen. Not even on his own reflection. Itachi was furious but kept his feelings in check. He would have liked to blast the motherfucker’s brain all over his car. He wouldn’t have minded the mess. He was getting rid of the car later anyway.

”Are you insinuating that I’m fucking my little brother?” Itachi asked. His voice seemed calm. But all of them could see the anger in his eyes.

”It seems like I’m wrong? I don’t understand why. Incest is one of the most exciting taboos there are. I though you would agree. Especially with your obsession over Sasuke-kun. You’ve always been pretty crazy about him.” Orochimaru’s smirk spread slowly over his face again. ”I think he would enjoy having you beg for him.”

”You think me fucking Sasuke would be hot? My otouto. I see now.” Itachi let lout a hollow laugh. ”That’s why he came in. You had called for him, you son of a bitch. You asked him to come. You begged him didn’t you, you sick fuck? You begged him good, didn’t you? Just like he wants it. You thought it would turn us on. You thought that I would like having my little brother see me spread over your desk. You thought Sasuke would get turned on by my humiliation. You thought you would get us into a threesome.” Itachi’s eyes seemed to get wilder and wilder with every word. The three divines in the car looked at each other with worried and scared eyes. They knew what could happen when Itachi got upset. They all knew it the hard way. Kakuzu didn’t dare to let the man go. If Orochimaru moved, Itachi might shoot. And that wouldn’t only be a setback in the plan. It could be a setback for Kakuzu’s life. He might be killed as well if Itachi didn’t have any control over where he pointed that thing. Hidan glared at Deidara and nodded towards Itachi. Deidara bit his tongue and looked back to his master. Itachi’s eyes were crazy. A large grin spread over his face. Itachi had never been able to handle his feelings when it came to Sasuke. He loved his brother way too much. It was an obsession. A very unhealthy one at that. But never the way Orochimaru had thought. No, never. Deidara reached out his hand slowly towards the hand that was holding the shining gun.

”Master…” He said softly. He placed his hand over Itachi’s. ”Remember what Sasuke-sama said. He doesn’t want you to kill him.” He pushed the gun down slowly towards the floor. Itachi’s crazy expression softened and he looked up at Deidara as if he had forgotten who the blond was. He probably had for a little time. Then he seemed to recognize him and the words sank in. He nodded and put the gun back in the holster under his suit jacket.

”You’re right.” He looked around at his boys and saw the worry and fear in their faces. Even in Kakuzu’s. Kakuzu was never afraid. ”I apologize.” Itachi was a weird man. He was man enough to admit when he had done something wrong. And now he had. And he was man enough to apologize to somebody who didn’t have the right to ask for one. Yes, Itachi was a good master. He could go out of control. He had a hard time keeping his feelings in check. But he was a good master. The only things he really had control over in his private life were the people he owned. He had earned their honest respect and in return for that he took good care of them. Yes, he was a good master. Much better than most. He never lost it when it came to them. They were too precious to him. His most prized possessions. The difference between them and Sasuke was that he loved his brother beyond imagination. To the brink of insanity. He didn’t have a chance to control those feelings.

”Apology accepted.” Orochimaru mumbled from his place on the floor. Itachi’s eyes narrowed and his foot shot up, kicking Orochimaru hard in the face. The man let out a scream and blood flooded down his pale face.

”Who the fuck was talking to you, you son of a bitch?” He turned his face up towards the black window separating them from the driver. ”Are we fucking there yet, or what?” He yelled.

”He can’t hear you, master.” Hidan said and offered his owner the car phone so that he could come in contact with the man who drove the car. Itachi only glared at him and then looked down on his guest on the floor.

”Give the snake a tissue, Hidan. I don’t want him to bloody down any of our clothes. Let him sit again, Kakuzu.” Kakuzu nodded and pulled the vice principal up, placing him back in the seat as before. Hidan pulled out a paper tissue from his jacket pocket and handed it to the man. Orochimaru took it without any further glance at the toy, and pressed it against his bleeding nose.

”I though you were more of a gracious host than this, Itachi-kun. More well-mannered. Wouldn’t your mother be disappointed?” He said, his voice muffled by the tissue and blood.

”Making somebody like you bleed would probably make my mother proud instead of disappointed. She wants people like you gone from this world.”

”I think you need to calm down. It might seem like you’re threatening my life.” There was a dangerous glint in Itachi’s eyes and his voice sounded very pleased when he opened his mouth to speak.

”You don’t say?”

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”Let me go!” Orochimaru was struggling against the hold Kakuzu and Kisame had on him as they dragged him away from the car. He put his heels into the ground trying to get free but it was hopeless. The two toys were big and strong. He had nothing on them. He had no chance against their hold. And this new man that had been waiting on them when they got there, looked just as freaky as the man with the stitches. ”I said let me go, you filth! Don’t touch me!” He snarled. He didn’t know what was going on and it actually scared him. Orochimaru was hardly ever scared. He didn’t have reasons too. But now… Itachi acted like a lunatic! He wouldn’t seriously threat his life would he? But he had held a gun to his head! You never knew with somebody like Itachi.

They were in a warehouse. He could hear the big doors close behind them. Itachi was walking ahead of them with confident steps. The entire warehouse was empty besides a red velvet chair that was in the middle of it. Itachi walked up to it and circled it once, seemingly inspecting it. He ran his hand over the fabric and smirked.

”Nice chair. Kabuto-san has taste.” He said pleased and sat down. Orochimaru stilled at that comment and looked another time at the chair. He was pushed to his knees by Itachi’s feet. He glared up at the two toys that ignored his looks. They let him go but kept their places at his sides. As he tried to stand up, he was soon pushed down to his knees again. He took another look at the chair. He knew that chair. It was from Kabuto’s study. He loved to sit in that chair and read. Orochimaru coughed and spat on the floor in front of him. It wasn’t like he ad been able to spit inside the limousine. So much blood had run into his mouth. The lower half of his face was covered in blood. The little tissue he had been given had soon become completely red and hadn’t been of any more use. He hadn’t been offered another one.

”What have you done to him?” Orochimaru said coldly. ”What have you done to my Kabuto? You’re the reason they’re gone…”

”No. It’s all your own fault. If you had left Sasuke and his property alone, none of this would have happened.” Itachi said leaning back, propping his foot up on his knee. ”If you would have honored our deal, nothing of this would have ever happened.” Orochimaru glared up at him.

”Don’t think you can scare me, Uchiha. You wouldn’t dare to do anything to me.”

”Please! I was a second away from redecorating my car with your brain. Do not assume I didn’t do it because I can’t.”

”You’re smarter than this, Itachi-kun. You wanted to kill me when you found out I was fucking Sasuke. But you realized you were nothing against my power. Against the people I know and are indebted to me. So you spread your legs for me instead.”

”Ah, but that was a long time ago. I did what I could back then. And I swore I would never sell my body like that again. Even though it was a low price for Sasuke’s safety.”

”Do you actually think I harmed him? He wanted it! He enjoyed it! You should have heard his moans. Like a little slut!”

”You’re just trying to make me mad now, aren’t you?” Itachi said with a laugh that sounded very unamused. ”But I don’t think you can make me angrier than I already am. Sasuke might have enjoyed it. I understand him really. To have a powerful man like yourself crawling at his feet? I know what that feels like.” Itachi smirked. ”Your connections won’t save you this time, Orochimaru-san. All the people you’ve helped through school? All people indebted to you? They don’t know where you are. And if they ever find out. It will be too late. Because you see… You’re not getting out of here alive tonight.”

Orochimaru’s eyes darted around the warehouse. He had no way to get out. There were two exits. The big doors where they had come in with the car. There was no way he could get through that one before he was caught again by these big men. They were too heavy.

The regular door was guarded by that pretty blond Itachi had felt up in the car. There were windows along the long sides of the building but they were way too high up for anybody to reach. There was no way he could get out with the way things were right now. He had to get away somehow. Maybe he’d be able to knock the blond down? He didn’t look like that big of a fight. But would he even get that far?

”Kisame.” The dark man at Orochimaru’s side straightened up as his name was called. ”Why don’t you go get our other guests.” Itachi ordered and licked his lips, giving the man an appreciative look.

”Hai, Itachi-sama.” Kisame bowed slightly and headed for the door.

”Kisame!” Itachi called again. The big man turned around again and looked at his master.

”Itachi-sama?”

”Has Sasori called?”

”Not yet, Master.”

”He better not be late.” Itachi sighed.

”Sasori is never late.” Deidara said from his place by the door. ”He’ll be here when it’s time.”

”He better.” Itachi said coldly. ”Get them.”

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Naruto couldn’t sleep. It was past two in the morning and sleeping was impossible. He had woken up earlier by nine. He had fallen asleep in the sweaty sheets and slept the whole afternoon. There was no way he’d get any more sleep this night. He had way to much energy now.

A growling sound echoed through the big room and Naruto put a hand on his stomach to calm it. He hadn’t eaten since lunch. That was a long time ago. His stomach growled again, confirming it. He sighed. The kitchen was closed at this hour. If he wanted something he would have to do it himself. Which wasn’t all that bad really. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was just that he was not really in the mood for it. He didn’t want to get out of bed. But he knew his hunger wouldn’t leave him alone until he had eaten. He untangled himself from the new, exchanged sheets and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He went up to his closet and pulled the first t-shirt he got his hands on. A dark blue one. Sasuke’s choice of course. Ass.

He left his room and walked down the stairs. His abdomen seemed like it was having a concert with the way it was growling and howling and making sounds Naruto had never heard it make before.

”They better have cup ramen…” He mumbled. It was not like he wanted to make anything complicated. He was not in the mood to eat. So at least he should get something he knew he’d enjoy, right? He wanted to go back to his bed. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, but at least it was warm.

He walked down the stairs and through the many rooms and halls to get to the kitchen. He flicked the light switch on and winced at the bright light. He closed his eyes, standing there for a few seconds letting them get used to it. He grumbled as he opened his eyes and walked over to the cupboards.

The kitchen in the Uchiha manor belonged more in a restaurant then in a private home. It was modern, with all the latest gadgets and freaking huge! There were no nicely decorated, wooden cupboards, no normal sized fridge and no kitchen table. Everything was ridiculously shiny and reflected the light from the ceiling. The only place to sit down at was a kitchen island with barstools in the other end of the room. It was out of the way from the stoves and counters. Naruto assumed that the chefs and other kitchen workers sat down there to have their lunch break. Did they get to eat the same food as the family? Or did they have to cook another, cheaper meal for themselves? Naruto didn’t know what the servants in the house ate. As Sasuke’s favorite he had been given meals just like Sasuke’s. Or ramen, when Sasuke had been pleased with him. The real stuff of course. Naruto hadn’t had his hands on cup ramen since he came to Sasuke’s possession.

He opened a door and was met with stairs going down. Probably to a cellar. Okay, so there was probably no ramen down there. Maybe that was the wine cellar? Naruto closed the door and opened the one next to it. Ah! There it was! The biggest cupboard he had ever seen in his entire life! He walked into the room and looked up and down the many shelves with various packages and boxes. He didn’t even know what half of it was. But one thing was for certain. There were no ramen in sight. Fuck. What was he supposed to eat then? He walked out into the main kitchen again and looked around. His eyes stopped at a frying pan hanging along with a lot of other pans and pots from hooks in the ceiling. Fine. Pancakes. They should have what he needed to make that. Stupid chefs. Not having ramen.

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Orochimaru’s breathing was uneven. He coughed as he tried to take a deep breath. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. A puff of smoke was blown into his face. He lifted his gaze and glared at Itachi leaning back in the chair. He had put his legs over one of the armrests and was smoking a cigarette. His hand was in Kisame’s hair. The toy was sitting on the floor in front of the chair, his head in Itachi’s lap. He was looking at Orochimaru with a challenging look. As if he was daring him to resist what they were doing to him. But Orochimaru couldn’t resist. He knew that he was fucked if he was left in the hands of these people. He couldn’t get away. Both of his feet had been broken anyway. He had tried to stand up a few to many times for Itachi’s liking. Kakuzu had used a sledge.

He shifted a little to the side and blood dribbled out of his mouth. Kneeling was out of the question anymore because of his feet. Instead he was sitting on his ass with his legs stretched out before him. He looked up at the four old gurneys. Three were uncovered and revealed the bodies of his three students. His latest collection. The three had had put on the job to destroy that blond little shit Sasuke had taken an interest in. He didn’t mourn them. Not really. Even though he was disgusted with the way they had been treated. The way that had been tortured before being killed.

One of Dosu’s arms was hanging of the gurney. Several holes drilled into it. Orochimaru could see right through it. He knew there were more all over his body. Itachi’s precious boys had been kind enough to show him. He wondered if he had died from the pain, or if it was from blood loss? It’s not like he could have survived all the holes in his torso.

”You like the job we did here, right?” Hidan crouched down. He grabbed Dosu’s cold arm and twisted it. He peered through the hole at Orochimaru on the floor. ”I’m pretty proud myself. We had fun with this one.”

Zaku didn’t have his limbs left. The only thing on the table was his torso and his head. Separated of course. It wasn’t clean cuts either. The limbs had been torn or blown off rather than cut. They had strapped small amounts of explosives on him.

Kin didn’t look as gory as the two boys. She was not bloody. You couldn’t see the inside of her. She was completely blue though. They had cut her long hair off, using it as string. They had tied it around her. He let out an unamused snort. She had been so proud of her hair. They had suffocated her body. Not letting the blood run through her veins with oxygen. They had started small. Her fingers and her toes. Then they moved on. Hands and feet. Then arms and legs. All the way until she was dead. They had tortured her more with loosening on the binding, letting the oxygen spread through her, then doing it all over again.

The deaths of his three minions didn’t bother him really. They hadn’t been anything to him but assets. Not very big one either. They had just been pawns in the process of getting Uzumaki Naruto out of Sasuke’s life. They wouldn’t have been of any other use to him until after they graduated anyway. Until they started to work at some company. Starting their own maybe? Well, it didn’t matter now. They were dead. Investments that had gone wrong.

”Oh my…” Deidara leaned over him. His long blond hair brushing Orochimaru’s face. He didn’t seem to care that the tips were getting bloody. It wasn’t needed to have guard by the door after Orochimaru’s feet had been broken. Nobody would come in through there. And nobody would get out. Not until they were done anyway. ”Do you see, Itachi-sama?” Deidara pointed to Orochimaru’s face. ”He’s crying, un!” His laugh echoed off the walls.

Orochimaru didn’t deny it to himself. He knew that he was crying. Not for them. And not even for himself, really. He couldn’t allow himself that weakness. No, he cried for the body on the last gurney. He cried for the still covered man. He turned his head and looked at the bloody sheet covering him. It was his death he was upset over. He didn’t want to know what they had done to him. He didn’t want to know what they had done to his precious Kabuto.

”Ah, I see.” Itachi’s mocking voice reached his ears. ”Did he matter to you?” He gave Kakuzu a nod and the toy pulled the bloodied cover off. Orochimaru closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see what they had done to him. He didn’t want to see that body hurt by anybody but himself. He didn’t want to see that Kabuto was gone.

”Oh!” He could hear Itachi get up from his chair. He could hear his footsteps and he could feel his presence getting closer. He heard him walking around the body. Examining it? Admiring it? ”Very well done, Kisame!” Itachi was clearly impressed with whatever torture the man had done to the secretary. ”You’ve gotten better at this! More, clean cuts. Well, I guess it’s more easy when he’s strapped down. Not moving around in an filthy, illegal arena, like the one I found you in. Look at this, Orochimaru-san! Look at your boy!” Orochimaru kept his eyes closed. He kept his head down. He didn’t want to see. But a hand in his hair pulled his head up, forcing him to turn his head that way. He kept his eyes closed.

”When Master gives you an order you fucking obey!” The voice of the man hissed in his ear. He knew who it was. It was Hidan.

”He’s not my master. He will never be my master. I won’t bow to him or do as he tells me too.” Orochimaru said calmly. He heard Itachi’s steps again. This time they were getting closer. He felt the man’s presence in front if him. He opened his eyes and met Itachi’s above him. He didn’t look at Kabuto’s body. He could see in the corner of his eyes how it was red. So red. But he didn’t look directly at it. He kept his eyes locked to Itachi’s. The young man looked amused. And true enough, a smirk spread over his lips and he chuckled.

”You’re not good enough to be mine. You don’t have anything to give me. You have nothing that makes me interested. You wouldn’t be able to satisfy me. You’re nothing compared to my boys.” He said, dropping the cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it, twisting his foot to make sure it was put out. Orochimaru could see from the corner of his eyes that the toys straightened their backs. If he looked straight at them he was sure that he would see glowing eyes and pleased smiles, grins or smirks over their faces. They were happy they were being praised. They savored their master’s words.

”Then what is it you do want of me?” Orochimaru asked, still not breaking eye contact.

”I want to kill you. Haven’t we been through that?”

”Then why haven’t you already?”

”Oh, you’ll know.” Itachi said, and lifted his arm to check the time. He scowled. Something was obviously wrong. He looked around the warehouse, looking at each and all of them. His eyes lingered for a bit longer on Kisame, who was still sitting in front of the chair. The dark man’s eyes were locked on the body he had gotten compliments on. But he didn’t look pleased. Actually it looked more like a child that had his candy taken away from him. ”What’s wrong, Kisame?” Itachi asked, stepping up to him. Kisame seemed to wake up from his thoughts and looked up at his owner.

”It’s nothing, Itachi-sama.”

”I do not like it when people lie to me, Kisame. Especially not the ones I own. I know you haven’t been with us for very long, but I thought you knew that much.”

”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to sound ungrateful for your gift!”

”Ungrateful? You mean there was something wrong with my gift to you?” He turned around again, walking back to Kabuto’s body, examining it again.

”It’s just that he…”

”He what?”

”He liked it when I peeled the skin off his body!” Orochimaru couldn’t help it. It was a reflex. He turned his head and looked at his secretary’s body. His eyes widened and his face paled even more. He flinched, turned to the side and threw up. It came into his long hair. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t have time to hold it back. It didn’t matter much anyway. His hair was bloody already.

’You fucking painslut, Kabuto…’ He thought and lifted a hand to wipe his mouth

He could hear chuckles behind him. He turned his head and glared at Hidan who was leaning against Kakuzu’s shoulder. That little son of a bitch. Orochimaru would have loved to teach him some manners. He got a little satisfaction of that high jump the toy did as the big doors started to open, causing a lot of noise. He smirked at the embarrassed face Hidan made from getting startled, but didn’t say anything about it. The glare Hidan sent him was enough for him. Hidan knew he mocked him. Instead he looked over to the door and the car that rolled into the warehouse and parked next to the limousine. It had tinted windows so he couldn’t see who was sitting in it. But he had his suspicions. A smirk spread over his face. It was time to see if Sasuke had grown the two months he had been away.

Sasuke didn’t wait until somebody opened the cardoor for him. He was way to impatient for that. He opened the backdoor on his own and stepped out. He pushed a string of hair that had fallen into his face out of the way. He should get a haircut. It was a long time ago. His hair didn’t look messy. It looked just as good as it always did. It’s length was only starting to get annoying.

He looked over the men in the warehouse. He wanted to make a disgusted face at the sight of the four dead bodies. The last time he had seen a dead person was when his old grandmother died several years ago. But she had looked like she had been asleep. These people looked like they had come straight out from a terrible, gory horror movie. Which in a way was true. And he didn’t like terrible, gory horror movies He kept his cool. Even though he was disgusted he didn’t show it on the outside. At least he hoped so. The blood seemed so alive… He licked his lips and closed the door. The slam loud in the warehouse.

He was here with a very important goal in mind. He wouldn’t let such a small thing as dead bodies and alive blood to ruin it. He didn’t pay any attention to the redheaded man with the fan around his neck that stepped out from the drivers side of the car.

”You’re late.” Itachi sat down in Kabuto’s chair with a fake, tired sigh. ”I expected more of you, Sasori.

”The plane was late. It was nothing I could do about it.” Sasori excused himself. He seemed very upset though. He kept his eyes on the floor but he clenched his teeth together. Sasori found the situation very embarrassing. All the men in the room except Orochimaru knew how much Sasori valued punctuality. He hated being late and he hated others being late.

”I’ve been worried. Why haven’t you called?”

”I wouldn’t let him.” Sasuke answered walking up to his brother. He didn’t even spare Orochimaru a glance.

”Please enlighten me. Why not?” Itachi seemed to be angry all of a sudden. It amused Orochimaru. Could Sasuke really make him loose his cool so quickly? Still?

”It would have ruined my trip.” Sasuke said simply and pulled at his sleeves, straightening out his jacket. He turned around before his brother could say anything more and looked down at Orochimaru. It seemed like the young Uchiha was expecting something. What did he want? The vice-principal only looked back with a bored gaze. What did he want?

”What? No welcome back? I though you were more well-mannered than that.” Sasuke shook his head and put his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Orochimaru scoffed at the similar words to the ones he had used himself in the limo earlier.

”Have you talked to our father?” Itachi asked, pulling out his cigarettes and the lighter from his pocket, lighting a new one.

”Yes.” Sasuke answered. He didn’t take his eyes of Orochimaru. This was it. Now it would finally happen. The thing that he had dreamed about for two months.

”What did he say?” He heard the flick of the lighter.

”He was proud of me.” Sasuke’s eyes lightened with a strange fire.

”Really? I heard you were doing well.”

”Read the rapport. I’ve done more than well. I did everything perfect.” He looked over his shoulder and smirked at Itachi. ”Everything is perfect.” Itachi made an identical smirk and gave him a court nod. Sasuke licked his lips and turned back to the man on the floor. ”Except for one thing. And that’s your fault.” He scrunched up his nose at the sight on the vomit next to him and in his hair. ”You really look like shit.”

”Excuse me. I would have cleaned up for your arrival. But you know how things are.” Orochimaru said mockingly.

”Ah, I do know.” Sasuke said. He looked over at the dead bodies. Then back to his former lover. Ha! Lover. Not that was not what he had been. A form of release. That was all. Orochimaru had a way with words. And when words was what you wanted to hear, he had been the best. How things can turn into something so different in such short time… It was marvelous really. ”Was it worth it?”

”Was what worth it?”

”Ruining Naruto for me? Was it worth all of this? Was it worth your own life?”

”Are you really going to let him kill me, Sasuke-kun?” Orochimaru asked in a sarcastic voice.

”No, not at all. This is between you and me now.” Sasuke said and crouched down to get to the same level as him.

”Ah.” Orochimaru blinked slowly. He looked at the young man in front of him. Sasuke had grown. He had become much older in the last two months. Wiser. Sasuke was turning into an adult. And as an adult he had no use for Orochimaru. And that made him angry. Very angry. Sasuke had needed him. And Orochimaru had liked it that way. It hadn’t mattered that he had to beg Sasuke to have sex with him. To beg to be allowed to touch him. That beautiful body... He knew he could have taken it by force if he had wanted too. Sasuke would have been to ashamed to tell his father that he had been weak and used like that. But it had been so much more satisfying, knowing Sasuke had given it to him by choice. Sasuke would become a powerful man after he graduated. Orochimaru would have been a part of his success. Just with so many other he had helped getting in or through school. Sasuke would have been at the top. They would have been perfect. But then Itachi had found out. And put his nose where it didn’t belong. And Orochimaru had bitten of more than he could chew. It had been too soon. He should have waited. After Sasuke had walked in on him fucking Itachi, he had broken things off at once. And Orochimaru couldn’t do anything about it. The only thing he could do was to take out his anger on the poor toys Sasuke bought for his amusement. Sasuke hated scars. Scars meant somebody put them there. So Orochimaru scarred them. Sasuke would send them away. And he had been so sure that eventually Sasuke would come back.

But no. Uzumaki Naruto had come along. And Sasuke had enough. This time, Orochimaru had gone to far. Sasuke’s patience was gone. Orochimaru would die for it.

”Give me my Naruto back.” Sasuke said calmly. As if Orochimaru would nod and pull the toy out of his pocket, good as new.

”I can’t do that, Sasuke-kun.”

”Why not?”

”I don’t have him.”

”You broke him. Ever heard the expression; you break you buy?”

”I’d gladly take him off your hands.” Orochimaru said. ”He is a beautiful boy after all. It would be fun to break him down. More than he already is now. That he knows that he’s your rejects.”

”Naruto is not supposed to be broken down. He’s supposed to be bright and happy! To be beautiful!” Sasuke hissed. ”But you broke him. You made him dirty. You made him touched. You broke him. You broke my precious Naruto. Why aren’t you man enough to fix it? To make up for it? To pay the owner back? Your life isn’t enough for his face.” He was getting worked up. He was getting angry. He was getting mother fucking pissed off. This man had ruined everything. Everything!

”I can always buy you a new one. Or several. It’s not like I can’t afford it.”

”I don’t want a new one. Or several. I want him.”

”I can’t give him back to you.”

”What a shame.” Sasuke stood back up and held out his hand. Orochimaru heard a clicking sound and saw Deidara place a gun in Sasuke’s hand.

”Wa-wait!” He stuttered, his eyes widening.

”Didn’t I tell you to get a silencer, Deidara?” Sasori asked at the sight of the weapon.

”What’s the fun in shooting somebody if it doesn’t make a bang?” Deidara smirked, pleased.

”You and your fucking explosives.”

”You like it when I’m explosive.” The blond teased.

”Be quiet.” The two of them snapped their mouths shut at Itachi’s demand. His voice was filled with a scary excitement. His eyes glued to the scene of his otouto aiming a gun at the fucking snake’s head. Orochimaru’s eyes were wide. He stared into the barrel. He hadn’t been this scared when Itachi had aimed his gun at him in the limo earlier. Then he hadn’t known what compete psychos the two brothers were. How they were able to do something like they had. What they had done towards his precious Kabuto.

”Don’t kill me.” He whispered. ”Please, Sasuke-kun! Please! I beg of you! Please!” But Sasuke’s eyes were still cold.

”Your words are nothing against his.” Sasuke squeezed the trigger. The loud bang echoed through the warehouse. Orochimaru fell backwards. Blood running from the hole in his forehead. Sasuke’s mouth and throat were dry. He had a strange feeling inside. It wasn’t regret. He didn’t want Orochimaru to live. And now he was dead. By his hands. But the strange feeling wouldn’t go away. The lives of these people were not enough for breaking Naruto.

”Over so soon?” Itachi asked. Sasuke held out his hand again and Deidara took the gun back.

”I’m tired of hearing bullshit like that.” Sasuke said. He didn’t turn. He didn’t move anything else but letting his hand fall back to his side. Orochimaru’s eyes were empty of life. The faint emotion of fear over his features. Naruto had been scared too. But they hadn’t stopped, had they? No. They had kept going. The life of these people in exchange of Naruto? It wasn’t enough.

”Go get the folders, Kakuzu.” Itachi said and the toy nodded before walking over to the limo. ”There’s a car waiting for you outside. We’ll take care of this.” He stood up from his chair and walked over to his little brother. ”How does it feel?”

”To have killed for the first time?”

”He’s not worthy any guilt.” Itachi said with accusing eyes on him.

”The only guilt I have is that I couldn’t protect what was mine.” Sasuke’s own hardened.

”Things like that happens. But you took care of it. I’m proud over you.” Itachi placed his hand on Sasuke’s shoulder and looked down on the body covered in his own blood and vomit. ”He’s gone now. You don’t have to be worried about him anymore.”

Kakuzu closed the door and walked back to the two Uchiha’s he held out the folders to his master who took them and handed them over to his little brother.

”What’s this?” Sasuke frowned and flipped through one. It seemed to be a collection of facts. A picture of Itachi was pinned to the first paper.

”It’s all the people that have shown an interest in Naruto-kun.”

”Interest?”

”To buy of course. Now that you don’t want him anymore.”

”All of these?” Sasuke seemed very annoyed.

”Every single one. Naruto is a popular boy. You know most of those people. Take them and read them. They have all placed starting bids and you should get the one willing to pay the most of course. You could arrange an auction.”

”I’ll think about it.” Sasuke snapped the folder shut and tucked them all away under his arm.

”Oh, Sasuke?”

”What?”

”Don’t get high before doing an important job, ever again.”

”That was hours ago. And you should listen to your own advice.” He walked towards the door with confident steps. He didn’t give the now five dead bodies any other glance. ”And don’t steal my cologne ever again.” Itachi snorted amused at his otouto. Of course he would. It smelled nice. And if he could more reactions out of Naruto with it, he would for sure use it.

Sasuke opened the door and headed straight for his car, parked outside. The one Sasori had picked him up in belonged to Itachi and they would need it. He opened the door and sat down in the drivers seat. The key was already in the ignition. It wasn’t like anybody would steal it. Nobody was around anymore. The warehouses around here were Uchiha-property. And it was heavily guarded. Nobody got in without authorization.

He threw the folders in the passenger seat and started the car. It was time to go back to the mansion. He was tired. He needed to sleep. Sleep and dream good dreams. But he hadn’t dreamt any good dreams in months.