Another Perfect Wonder

Chapter 21

 

Warnings: Genjutsu rape, torture, genjutsu child rape

 

“You’re safe. You’re safe.  You’re safe”

 

 It took a while for the words to interrupt the memory. The last time Kakashi felt safe the village had been invaded. Minato-sensei was on a mission with his jounin team and he’d left the empty house to go train.

 

He’d thought no one knew his location. He’d fought as long and a best as he could but there was only so much a veteran chuunin barely in double digits could do against a full scale invasion.

 

He wasn’t expecting his sensei’s weird girlfriend to find him. Or for the woman to put him on her hip like he was a toddler and form the longest string of seals he’d ever seen to this date.  She’d called the jutsu instant obliteration and yelled in that insane way of hers “that’s what happened when people upset her kid – tta ba ne.” 

 

Kushina fought all night with him latched on to her. Her hair automatically shifted him from her sides to her back depending on the trajectory of the enemies’ weapons. He’d gone to sleep on the battlefield in the embrace of her sentient tresses. When his sensei returned Kushina-neechan had already moved in.

 

The voice was different but the impenetrable shroud of protectiveness felt the same. Kakashi blinked a few times taking in his surroundings before settling on Iruka’s face. It took a while for Kakashi to realize the taste of bile wasn’t imagined.

 

“I’m safe?” Kakashi questioned innocently looking as vulnerable and wondrous as Iruka’s youngest students.

 

“Yes love, you’re safe.” Iruka nodded gently using his bare hand to wipe Kakashi’s mouth.

 

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Too many years of using chakra and missions to hold the memories and pain back had finally caught up with him.  Kakashi had felt the walls he’d built cracking while he was in the dungeon. Without food and the ability to replenish his chakra he could only use his mental blocks protect the most important things - Konoha’s secrets and security.

 

 After constantly attacking directly they tried a different tactic. They used common knowledge about him, Hatake Kakashi, genius son of the White Fang, student of Konoha’s Yondaime, the first non-Uchiha to successful wield a Sharingan to pry at his internal defenses until they caused enough cracks to rape his psyche.

 

They didn’t touch the death of his mother, but they were able to glean how that loss affected his father and used it to attack him.  Kakashi had been one of the few to realize Sakumo had begun slipping long before that fateful mission.

 

Yes, his father had killed several of their operatives while rescuing his teammates but it was war. Dying at the hands of a strong enemy while gaining an advantage for their village was an honor; dying in shame at your own hand after being disowned by your village after a colossal fuck up was different.

 

The grandmother of one of his genjutsu tormentors had died in that battle, Kakashi was shown several images of her name on Cloud’s equivalent of the memorial stone. He contrasted that image with Konoha’s stone and the glaring absence of the White Fang’s name.   He showed how the Sorakirite name was revered in their village.

 

Her widower and children as well as the remaining members of her team mates family were given the best cuts at the market and a festival was created in their honor while his father had to lower his head to pay premium prices for day old end cuts at the butcher.

 

It was easy to parlay Kakashi’s mixed feelings about his father’s actions to the decisions he made the first mission he le as a jounin. Everyone knew an Uchiha had been on his team and had given him an eye as a dying gift. No one, not even Konoha’s psych nins knew how jealous of Obito Kakashi had been. 

 

He may have treated him like a screw up, but he knew the chuunin had the potential to one day surpass him.  More importantly Obito had both parents and an untarnished family name. Kakashi blamed himself for Obito’s death. It only took a simple turn of that screw for it to dig completely in. 

 

His guilt over Obito’s death was snowballed into the guilt he felt for Yondaime’s. At least he fought against those who killed Obito.  When the Nine-tails attacked he, one of Konoha’s strongest and most promising jounin, was hiding in the forest with the rest of the children.  He was safe inside a barrier while his sensei and his wife, the people who’d loved, protected, comforted and strengthened him were dying. 

 

He’d revealed that Kushina was the former jinchuuriki and she was pregnant with the Fourth’s child before her death.   All of Cloud knew that Namikaze Minato had single handedly retrieved Uzumaki Kushina from the group they’d sent to procure her. It didn’t take a genius to guess the nature of their relationship.

 

He’d clamped his mind shut before he confirmed the speculations that Uzumaki Naruto who fought in Konoha’s chuunin exams was really their child not some decoy planted to hide the real infant’s identity. Since they didn’t get very far down that path they jumped to his other confirmed student Uchiha Sasuke, the child of Obito’s oldest sister.

 

The child he’d took under his wing, taught his most powerful technique only to have the boy use it on his team mate.  Sasuke’s actions were also tied to the White Fang as they both threw away the good of the village to pursue their own goals.

 

It got worse from there. Most of the five villages knew that the legendary snake Sannin was an equal opportunity pedophile.  Boys, girls, it didn’t matter so long as there was enough innocence left to corrupt. 

 

They showed Kakashi exactly what the only remaining family member of his so called best friend was learning and how Orochimaru was familiarizing himself with Sasuke’s inner workings and taking trial runs of the body he hoped to permanently inhabit. When that didn’t work they used a different tactic and flooded his mind with visions of him and his student.

 

If Kakashi had been a better teacher, one amongst Orochimaru’s ilk, the boy would still be beneath him. As disgusting as the idea was and as much as it sickened him, Kakashi didn’t even waste his limited chakra trying to block those images or the effect they had on him.

 

Sasuke was already another precious person he had failed to protect. He’d be damned if he let his past failures affect the future of his village. He shed tears of humiliation each time he let the genjutsu sink into the depths of his mind integrating with his nervous system until the nightmare manifested physically. 

 

Once his mind had been stretched to its limits and his body trembled from release; they’d beat him and leave him lying unconscious in a pool of his own shame.  One or two would remain behind to time how long it took him to show signs of being awake.

 

As soon as he started to stir they’d call the others and more “fun” would begin. These subsequent sessions most often started with target practice.  They’d toss kunai and shuriken as he lay on the floor. They’d laugh and compare him to an upside turtle as struggled to roll over or a worm as he wriggled about on the floor.

 

When he finally forced himself unto all fours they’d add various low level ninjutsu attacks.  When Kakashi was reaching his limit the dark haired one that looked like a Hyuuga with dark eyes would have his fun. Each time Kakashi was stabbed, cut, burned or frozen the genjutsu master whisper that he could make it stop. 

 

All Kakashi had to do was ask and willingly submit.

 

Not even the sharpest kunai or shuriken could dispel the attack or lessen the feel of the man’s lust. That man was always the one that determined when the physical sessions would end. He’d order their most inexperienced medic, the one Iruka called Shinsuke, to heal him all the while filling Kakashi’s mind with images of himself on his knees begging for mercy.  Then he’d personally drag Kakashi down the hall and toss him dungeon.

 

Each day he made sure Kakashi drifted back into oblivion with a genjutsu showing just how much he would enjoy having the Copy Nin on his knees, pounding him until the pink mix of blood and semen ran down his thighs or the pleasure he would get pressing inside the feeding hole cut into Kakashi mask, repeatedly triggering his gag reflex until he was forced to swallow.

 

Kakashi still wasn’t sure why he was never sexually attacked in the corporeal realm. He guessed it had something to do with their planned operation. In a rare moment of lucidity he’d overheard them say a doctor was coming to remove the Sharingan and collect semen. It was only right the Hatake white chakra was returned to Lightning.

 

He’d been making plans for escape when he summoned Pakkun.  He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get away but he had to protect Obito’s gift and his unborn children at all costs. As a last resort he’d been sharpening the rocks in his cell. He’d destroy the eye, castrate himself then swallow his own testicles; the stomach acid would ensure their contents couldn’t be harvested.

 

“I’m safe.” Kakashi repeated his lips twitching in a mixture of relief and disbelief. He’d spent the past month underfed, underdressed, and panicked while drifting through varying states of consciousness. Each day he would be mentally and physically tortured for his captors’ amusement then dragged back to his cold damp dungeon to be awakened by rodents nibbling on him. 

 

Since the dissipation of team seven he’d spent more hours alone in enemy territory than in his own bed. The great Copy Nin was human and he did what anyone else would do when he realized there was no longer a need for the stress and adrenaline holding him up – he collapsed.

 

Author’s note:  Sorakirite roughly translated is sky cutter.

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Misato’sPenPen: Thank  you for your words and review. I am moving rather slowly on this fic.  I first posted 2/14/11 on another site.