Pretty Dead Things

A/N: Hello again. I have one announcement to make. Just so you guys dont' think I'm working an OC, I'm not! The character that I call Juyon Kuroi is actually Gaara's dark-haired fangirl, who has no name. So there. I just made her be a lot different now that she's been captured. They call her by her "last" name. Other than that...



Warnings:



FL--Foul Language (Juyon's got a very foul mouth)



L--Lemon (hetero, this time...sorry my fellow yaoi fangirls...)



S-ai--Shounen-ai



Legal Stuffiness: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters therein. Kishimoto Masashi, sole proprietor.




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Chapter 2: Door # 14




Yakushi Kabuto loved his job. He peered offhandedly into the little room, where a small, frail-looking former chuunin from Sunagakure lay in the middle of the floor. The girl was less than impressive to look at, but he had discovered for himself that she had quite a temper, and did not respond at all to the mood altering drugs they had given her. Had he not been in his usual self-possessed state of mind, he would have lost an eye. For half a second, he wondered where she had gotten the blade with which she’d attacked him months earlier.




Now, though, she looked to be asleep. Why she chose to remain on the floor rather than the relative comfort of her cot, he couldn’t be sure. Kabuto never did understand those people who liked pain and discomfort. The reason he was a sadist was because expressions of pain fascinated him. Tightened lips, tensed facial muscles, and eyes shut so hard that it must hurt just to do that…these were the kinds of things that made him more excited than he thought humanly possible. But no sign of distress ever found its way to her face, no matter how she was beaten or otherwise abused.




The girl on the floor…she was an enigma to him. He didn’t know her name, because she had never given it. No one knew her name here, so they just called her “Juyon Kuroi”(1). What his master saw in her was beyond his knowledge. Juyon never really appealed to him, so he just checked her medications and her physical state.




As he unlocked the door, a large man approached. “Yakushi-san…Orochimaru-sama has requested Juyon. Have you performed your examination?”




“No, Issa. I have not. I will be quick.” Kabuto gestured at the hulking man, and he entered the cell. Issa stood outside, keeping an eye on the situation. They all knew that Juyon was trouble. By all rights, she shouldn’t be. But like the young man in cell #30, this girl had some surprising qualities. Every nin had their little idiosyncrasies, and Juyon was no exception, it seemed. Even if she had been captured like a moron while allowing her little blonde partner to be killed, Juyon, the little mystery chuunin from Suna had a tendency to—




A foot shot out, his feet being instantly knocked from under him. When his back hit the floor, he put up his hands to block another attack. Her other foot swung around, her heel coming down with enough force to break his ulna (2), and he cursed, “Fucking Hell, Juyon! Issa!”




The massive guard stepped carefully into the room as Kabuto tried desperately to fend off the girl’s attacks. Her speed had not decreased with the drugs. He found it difficult to believe. Her dosage was higher than even Naruto’s. And yet, here he was. Damn the girl…she was faster than any nin he had ever seen. And that included Orochimaru. Scrabbling backward, Kabuto somehow got to his feet. Issa made a grab for the girl. After three tries, and Juyon almost getting out of the door, large hands had her grasped at the shoulders while the medic had the chance to activate his self-healing jutsu.




Juyon’s dark eyes flashed in anger, and she hissed, “Let me go, you ape…I’ll gut you like a fucking sand-lizard!” In response to this statement, Issa merely tightened his grip on her shoulders to a degree that even Kabuto would have found uncomfortable. Juyon did not even flinch.




“Not too hard, Issa,” Kabuto said mildly as he began his examination of the prisoner, “you know that Orochimaru-sama doesn’t like her bruised.” Proceeding as originally planned, he checked her vital signs, and used a diagnostic jutsu on her body, starting with the head, and working his way down. “Juyon…you have a fever. Perhaps I should tell Orochimaru-sama that he could call on someone else?”




“Fuck you, asshole. Do whatever you want. I’m getting out of this shit-hole soon, anyway.” Her disinterest was not feigned. Kabuto knew that she really did not care what happened to her. That made her the worst kind of person to deal with. Not only did she have nothing but her life to lose, but she also cared not one bit if she got herself killed, so long as you died in the process. It made her, in a way, the prefect expendable assassin.




He gave a resigned sigh and adjusted his glasses before sending a bit of healing chakra through her body. “Fine. Take her, Issa.” The man fastened a sturdy leather belt around her waist, just under the obi of her white yukata, to which he attached the handcuffs he put on her wrists. Her feet were shackled, and a chain that led from these was attached to the back of the belt. A chain leash was fixed firmly to the ring on her collar, and Issa led her from the room. Kabuto poked his head out into the hallway. “Try to behave yourself, Juyon!”




Yes, there were times that he loved his job. And then there were those times when he wished that he’d become an accountant. His arm still twinged, and would for a few days. “Damn it, Juyon…”




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His body ached. It couldn’t get any worse than this. The light was low. He could barely see. And for someone like Hyuuga Neji, who was used to being able to see anything he wanted, it was quite disheartening. He had been here for a month and a half now, and he’d endured three separate encounters with the Snake Sannin. He cringed, remembering the cold, clammy hands that had drawn unwilling pleasure from his body.




Turning over on his cot, Neji buried his face in the small, hard pillow. What had been a simple reconnaissance mission had gone foul with the arrival of Uchiha Sasuke and several Otogakure jounin. The younger man had smirked and fought him silently, and Neji had been unfortunate enough to fall victim to Sasuke’s Chidori Nigashi, sent through the blade of the unguarded katana he wielded. It had taken two whole days for feeling to return to his right arm.




It seemed that he was not one of the Otokage’s greatest favorites, for which he was grateful, but it gave him far too much time to think. And as he thought, he worried. He worried about his friends, Tenten and Lee, and how he didn’t even know if they had gotten away safely. He worried about his village, hoping that it was safe. Most of all, he worried for Hinata. She might be a shinobi, yes…but she was so much more fragile and vulnerable than anyone knew. And he was no longer there to protect her.




He’d asked Naruto to take care of her while he was gone. That had gone out of the window, it seemed, for even now, he could hear his friend at the end of the corridor, screaming and cursing at the top of his considerable voice. He smiled at the irony. Konohagakure’s most promising youth, its genius, its strength, seemed to have all been captured and taken here, where they were stripped of everything. Naruto, Sasuke, himself, and Shikamaru, at least. There was no telling who else was here.




Keys rattled outside his door, and Neji groaned. His voice muffled by his pillow, he said, “Not again…” He didn’t move when the door opened. If he was come for, whether it was to be cleaned, or to be taken to Orochimaru, he just lay there until the came to haul him away. Neji would be damned if he was going to be cooperative, but he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of letting them see him fight.




To his surprise, there was a dull thud as something large fell to the floor, and then the door shut once more. When no more sound came, Neji lifted his head. That had not been his food tray. His eyes narrowed. There was now a large bundle on his floor, which appeared to be a wad of blankets. He knew it had been getting colder, but was this really necessary? Neji rose from his cot, carefully moving toward the bundle.




Nudging it with his foot, he found that there was something solid inside. The bundle made a whimper. “What the…” It was a person! What in the world were they doing? Who could they be throwing in with him, and why? He knelt next to the swaddled body, carefully pulling the cloth away from pale skin. His eyes first found a pair of small feet, then long, shapely legs. The person was female. Stopping just short of where her dignity would be at stake, he moved to the other end of the blankets. His hands shook, though he did not know why. This poor creature was frightened, he could tell. She was shaking, and shied away from his hands.




Holding his breath, he took hold of the woolen cloth. As he warily pulled it back, the girl’s arms shot up to cover her head, and she folded in on herself. “Hey, it’s okay…I won’t hurt you…” Neji lay a hand on her shoulder gently, trying to reassure her that he was not, in fact, a threat. The girl’s trembling suddenly stopped, and her arms lowered. He gazed down at the last thing he wanted to see… “Hinata?”




Her face was stained with tears. “N-Neji-n-nii-s-s-s…” her voice trailed off, and her eyes could no longer meet his. His desire to protect her overrode his horror at seeing her here, of all places. Neji scooped her up, making sure that her body was well covered, and placed her on the cot.




Hands smoothing her hair and attempting in vain to soothe her, Neji murmured, “It’s all right, Hinata-sama…I’m here. No one will hurt you…I won’t let them.” Small, shaking hands reached out, taking hold of the pale gray yukata he wore.




“I…I’m s-sorry…” she sobbed, pulling closer to him, her eyes pouring tears like rain.




Neji’s heart constricted painfully in his chest. “No. Don’t be sorry Hinata-sama. Please, it is my fault. Don’t cry,” His fingers ran through her hair, which was now long, in a comforting gesture. He didn’t like to see her cry. Even if she was so delicate, he knew that she tried very hard to become stronger. Over the last few years, she had improved greatly. Now, here they were. Both trapped. Both drugged, robbed of their chakra, chained and…something hot and frightening awoke in his stomach just then. Neji’s hands moved from her head to her shoulders, and pulled her away. “Hinata, you must stop.” His voice was filled with an intense, almost blinding anger, and he hissed, “Has he touched you? Have any of them touched you?”




Her eyes blinked a few times in confusion, and she shook her head as she used the back of her hand to dry her tears. “No…n-no one…”




“Oh, thank you, Kami-sama…” His relief was complete. Hiashi would never forgive him for letting this happen, and he was sure that if Hinata were violated as he had been, then when and if they ever returned to Konoha, Neji would not live to see a trial. It went beyond duty, though. His concern was born of the still almost-foreign sentiments he had developed for Hinata.




As a small boy, he had thought she was cute. Until the day he had learned of his father’s death, he had begun to think of her as pretty, and though shy, he considered her to be quite sweet. For almost ten years, that had been forgotten. Until that day…when he had sense knocked into him by the least likely of persons. Now, and for the preceding four years, however, Hinata had become his reason. She was his reason for training. He had to protect her. She was his reason for going on missions. He had to be strong for her, since she could rarely do so for herself. And most of all, she was his reason for waking in the morning. He had to say good morning, to see her smile and look away, to watch her grow into the woman she would be.




Neji had grown proud of her, and he thought that perhaps, she might be good for the clan. What would become of them now? “Hinata-sama…” he breathed, bringing her close to his chest, holding her and hoping that they would come out of this with at least her dignity and virtue in tact. He knew that he was ruined, but if he could protect her and keep the same from happening to his Hinata-sama, then he could go on with his life. And never touch another living soul with his tainted hands. “We’ll get out of here…you’ll see.”




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Naruto watched the intruder warily. Damn his chains…they had been pulled taught through the holes in the walls. He now was stretched out, legs spread, arms wide, and completely at the mercy of the dark figure that lurked in the doorway. The bastard had been standing there for ten minutes, now. It was driving him insane. Why was he just staring? The dart that had been shot at him in the first moments after the door swung open was taking effect. He knew it was, because his vision was getting fuzzy.




He blinked slowly, then the man wasn’t there anymore. Feeling something on his back, he turned his head, or at least he tried. Naruto’s head was grasped and roughly turned back to face the bars of his cell. “Don’t look at me…” he heard from behind him.




“Sasuke?”




“Just…” the dark, threateningly seductive voice said, “…don’t speak. Please, Naruto.” His mouth closed with a click, mind working feverishly. “I won’t hurt you. I promise, Naruto. Never…” Something that felt like velvet ran over his skin, and he wondered briefly what it was.




Remembering the last time they met, Naruto remained silent. As badly as he had been treated, his plight was mild when held next to Sasuke’s. The young man who was once his closest friend smoothed hands over his skin, and Naruto felt lips on his neck. He had a difficult time believing that it was Sasuke. Nothing he had ever done was gentle where Naruto was concerned. Talking, sparring, working together…it had all been done on the hardest, most violent possible terms. How could that Sasuke compare to the one that now touched him hesitantly, with trembling hands that felt like velvet wrapped in silk?




It was simple. He couldn’t compare them. This Sasuke was completely different. It was as if he were seeking comfort from Naruto, drawing forgiveness from the sighs that came from the blonde’s now parted lips. His breath came more quickly as Sasuke’s arms wound around him, the other man’s warmth surrounding him like the blankets he wasn’t allowed. A chin rested on his shoulder, and his eyes drifted shut as his head tilted back, resting on a well-muscled shoulder. He nuzzled his cheek against soft hair that smelled of white plum, and made a small noise of approval in his throat.




He could almost feel the anguish radiating from Sasuke’s skin. There was so much pain, so much violent hatred and sadness in him that Naruto wondered how it was that he could remain standing. His breath caught in his chest.




“That day…” Sasuke said, leaning his face against Naruto’s cheek, “…that day in the canyon, Naruto, I was going to kill you. Do you know why?” Naruto kept his mouth shut. He was pretty sure that it was a rhetorical question. His assumption was proved correct when he heard next to his ear, “I wanted to kill you. To sever all ties. I didn’t want anything keeping me back in this world. But when I raised my hand to strike the final blow, Orochimaru stopped me. He didn’t want my skills revealed. I would have killed you…you know that, don’t you? Why did you come for me again? Why?”




Something warm and wet was running down Naruto’s chest. He could barely breathe, and he certainly couldn’t move his body, since the drugs in the dart had paralyzed him. Sasuke made a strangled sound, and his arms tightened around Naruto. “Why do you care so much…Naruto…no one is supposed to care about me…no one…”




He wanted to cry out, to reach out, to hold his friend. But he couldn’t make a sound, and he couldn’t move. “The ties are still there, damn you…you idiot. Why can’t I ever be rid of you?” Naruto wanted to tell him that he was like gum that stuck to your shoe. You were never really rid of it. But he couldn’t speak, so Sasuke just went on babbling in his ear, growing progressively more emotional, and subsequently scaring the daylights out of Naruto, since Sasuke was never emotional.




Finally, when Sasuke had worked himself into a near-frenzy of agitation, the dark shinobi moved to his front. Naruto’s head lolled before his face was grasped gently. Sasuke peered into his eyes. “I know you can hear me, Naruto. I can see it in your eyes. I’m sorry I used the drugs…but I didn’t want you to hurt yourself, you see. I…I can’t stop thinking…that maybe if things had been different,” Dark gray eyes closed briefly before opening to focus on his again, “maybe, I would still be home. And we wouldn’t both be dead inside.”




Sasuke’s eyes searched him, probing. Somehow, he was back in the canyon, when Sasuke had entered his mind somehow and stopped the demon within from forcing its power on him. Sasuke had saved him. They were inside his head again, standing there in the mindscape. Naruto looked around him. There was nothing but an endless expanse of white, and Sasuke.




“Sasuke,” He said, reaching out, and taking hold of dark purple silk folds, surprised at how real they felt here in his mind. “What’s wrong?”




The Uchiha was still crying. Naruto wondered how long it had been since Sasuke had actually shed tears. It had to be at least ten years. Sasuke’s hand rose to grip his. “I can’t be rid of you,” the hold he had on Naruto tightened, “ever. You’re stuck in my soul, Naruto. Wedged in so tightly that I couldn’t pry you out. How?”




Laughing a little, Naruto said, “You know, I guess you’re the same way. I tried to hate you. I did. Didn’t work.”




Sasuke’s eyes softened, and for just an instant, Naruto saw. He saw the little boy that died all those years ago. “I…” he heard Sasuke say, “I don’t want to die…”




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“Tell me,” Orochimaru purred, “Tell me another story, Juyon. About your beloved Kazekage…I do so love your stories.” The girl lay next to him on a clean, soft futon. Her small body was swathed in deep burgundy silk. He did this every time. She was brought to him, and her yukata was replaced by a heavy silk furisode (3) that was the precise color that the Kazekage wore. And he would have her tell him of Gaara. It wasn’t that he had any particular interest in the boy. This was pure psychological torture.




The girl sighed. “I’ve told them all to you.”




“Then tell me what you’ll say to him when you see him again.” He toyed with her hair, the strands having grown longer in the months since she had arrived. Juyon shied away from his touch. Still unbroken…amazing.




“I will tell him,” she shifted, the chains tinkling restlessly, “that I escaped this place, that I have come back to protect him. As I should do right now.” Her dark eyes stared at the ceiling. She never looked at him. Not really. There was something unique about each of his specimens. Though initially, she had not seemed very interesting, after three guards had been murdered in six days, he had taken it upon himself to investigate. All three guards had been candidates for the level above jounin that he had created. This was a group of twelve ninja who would take the place of the long absented Oto-go (4), but on a rotation of teams of three. Juyon had killed one entire team.




There was no reason why Gaara’s fangirl should be so powerful. But it was the sheer speed that she harbored in that small body that made her so deadly, and it was for this reason why she was secured to ring bolts in the floor, with very little slack in the chains. He couldn’t risk having her attempt to take his life. Not right now. “I would like to see you try, Juyon.”




A snarl formed on her lips, and she jerked toward him, her face nearing his. “What are you doing?” she spat, “Why these games? If you’re going to fuck me, do it and get it over with so that I can go back to my room.” Her tone was angry, but it did not match her eyes, which looked like blank pieces of slate. Orochimaru wondered if she could simply switch off her emotions. If she could, he thought that she might be of some use. It would just take some careful manipulation.




“What would you say if I told you that tonight would be the last time?” he asked mildly, a probing question.




“You mean that you’re finally going to kill me?” She looked up at the ceiling again, her voice going as flat as her eyes.




“No, Juyon. I mean that I am going to be releasing you.” If she was surprised, she showed no sign of it. Damn, she had the best poker-face he’d ever seen. “Would you behave if I took the chains off?”




Her eyebrow rose. “Do you have to ask that question?”




He chuckled. “I suppose not. But if you do behave, then I will release you in the morning.”




“I don’t believe you.”




Orochimaru leaned closer to her, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear. “That doesn’t matter. It’s the truth.” Her eyes showed confusion. Obviously, she did not know why he would set her free. His reason was simple. He wanted a spy, and she was the perfect candidate. “So…Juyon…the offer stands…what is your answer?” His hands moved, ghosting over the silk of the kimono she wore. Orochimaru could feel her slender body shudder.




His right hand slipped through the folds of silk to find her thigh, where he traced nonsensical patterns with his fingers. Continuing in this idle activity, he set to nibbling at her neck. “Juyon?” She never responded willingly to his touches, but eventually, her body would betray her. When his left hand pulled at the dark folds of silk, exposing small but shapely breasts, he saw her flinch. His tongue wound around a quickly hardening nipple, and he nearly chuckled when she gave a hiss. Her heart beat faster, and her breath came more quickly as his hand moved up her thigh to find involuntary wetness.




“Damn you…” she breathed, her face becoming flushed with unwilling desire. “Damn you, bastard…”




“My name is not ‘bastard’, Juyon. And you know the rules. If you want release, you must ask for it.”




“Fuck you,” she growled, and stilled the slow, unwilling movement of her hips against his fingers.




“Only if you ask properly.” He smirked, his fingers finding their way into her heat, and she hissed. “You can imagine, if you like. Imagine that I’m him…Juyon…close your eyes.” Strangely, she did as she was told. As he moved his fingers inside her, Juyon did something that she never had before. She moaned.




It was long, unrestrained, and terribly erotic. Orochimaru’s eyes widened at the sheer bliss he saw on her face. The small woman writhed against his hand. His blood pumped faster through him and he groaned as his erection throbbed painfully. He knew that it wasn’t him that she moaned and yearned for, but at the moment, he didn’t care. It took everything he had not to take her just then.




Her pale lips parted, and he heard her say softly, “More,” and then, “Please…please…please…more…” Orochimaru licked his lips. Well…she was asking for it, so he supposed he could do her this one courtesy. Roughly, he shoved up the bottom folds of the kimono after discarding his own on the floor near the futon.




“Tell me…would he be gentle?” Her eyes fluttered open, a haze of desire clouding them. He was nudging at the wetness between her thighs, waiting. Again, he asked, “Would he be gentle, Juyon? Or would he be rough…angry…would he hurt you?”




Her breath came in fits and starts, but she said, “He would never…he wouldn’t hurt me—“ Both of them hissed as he slid into her. “Oh…yes…please…move, please!” Orochimaru’s eyebrows tried to climb into his hairline. Juyon was begging…perhaps he should have thought of suggesting she think of the Kazekage before now? The sex was infinitely better this way. He moved slowly, almost lovingly, to keep up the illusion in her mind before he decided to break it.




Had she not been chained, her legs would be wrapped tightly around him, and she would be moving against him. As much as he would like that, it was not allowable. The moment she would finish with her orgasm, the little woman would try to kick the life out of him. And he couldn’t have that. Slowly he moved, building heat, lust, pleasure. Chains rattled, and he tugged at her kimono, bathing her skin with his tongue. Juyon began to cry out, her voice filling the room.




Suddenly, almost brutally, he thrust in, and Juyon screamed. “Fuck!” Smiling wickedly, Orochimaru shoved himself deeper into hot wetness, his own desire threatening to spill over. Now, he wanted her to know that it was not her beloved Gaara that was making her scream in pleasure. His pace increased, and he groaned with the effort it took not to release. “Oh…kami…” she gasped, and her eyes opened, fixing him with an intense stare. “Oh…you bastard…f-ahhh! Fuck!” Her screams echoed through the high-ceilinged room, and she strained against the chains. He slowed, and she growled. “Asshole! What are you doing?”




“I thought you wanted me to be gentle?”




Somehow, the dark-haired woman halfway sat up, her face only centimeters from his. “I want him to be gentle with me. You’re not him. Fuck me.”




“How? How do you want it, Juyon? Tell me, or I stop.”




“Bastard…” She growled, trying to move against him without much success, since she was still chained. When she realized her attempts were useless, she leaned forward as much as she could. Her lips touched his as she demanded, “Hard. Fast. I want to come. Now, fuck me and get it over with.”




“If you insist…” Orochimaru shoved her down onto the futon and got onto his knees. Grasping her hips, he thrust into her once again. He used his grip to direct each movement, and Juyon was soon screaming herself hoarse. Heat curled in his stomach, and he drove in harder. The sounds of skin slapping and the wet noises of his thrusts melded with quick breaths and Juyon’s erotic moans, and he heard her scream one final time as they both came in the same instant. Instantly, he collapsed on top of her.




After about twenty seconds, Juyon said, “Get off me, asshole.”




He would miss her.




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1) Juyon Kuroi-- "juyon" means fourteen, as in the number of her cell. "kuroi" means black, like her hair. So basically, her name is "Black Fourteen", since given names are set behind family names.




2) Ulna--one of the bones in your forearm, on the side where your pinky finger is.




3) Furisode--a formal woman's kimono, worn for weddings.




4)Oto-go--direct (and perhaps a bit too literal) translation of "Sound Five", the group that went to take Sasuke from Konoha.