Broken Seal

Chapter 2

Well the story is not going as great as I would have liked but meh what can you do if the readers dontlike it. This is the last chapter i will write for this story as I had already written it. Thanks for reading. I'll try again later on in time maybe it will do better then.


As the memory faded away, the seventeen year old blond model felt his smile quiver. He had lived with his father for twelve wonderful years. Never had he had a moment of doubt that he was loved by at least one person. Kakashi was a prominent business man who owned the biggest fashion agency and magazine in all the hidden lands and he had hired his son at the age of twelve. Naruto had grown up into a beauty, his skin a healthy colour complimenting his golden hair and sky blue eyes. Many wanted him even while they hated him. His beauty was undisputable. And he had been a favourite for years.

Still he dreamed of becoming someone who could not he hated by his hometown. Every time he went home he would be subjected to their hatred. One day he would become so famous that they would just have to love him.

“That was a wonderful shoot Naruto, you’ll have men and women from all over the world drooling over you.” His father said giving him an affectionate hug. The foxy grin that spread over his son’s face warmed his heart. It had been a long day for the teen and he deserved to go home to rest. They were in Leaves again and he knew that Naruto felt pain every time they visited but it was inevitable. He was the heir to the great Corporation that controlled the city and as his guardian Kakashi had to meet with the board members, as they wanted to de-throne their prince.

“Naruto get one of the guards to walk you home son. you know its dangerous out here on your own.” There was always an attempt on Naruto’s life anytime they visited Leaves and he had grown tired of it. His son deserved a normal life like every other teen and he would not allow the foolish citizens to ruin it. I have to get him a good bodyguard, but none of them are strong enough

“Sure, sure,” came the answer as Naruto ran over to the ramen thermos that was always waiting for him. “RAMEN!” he shouted as he enthusiastically attacked the meal with a merely audible, “Itadakimasu...” This brought on multiple chuckles, as it was a common occurrence. Swallowing the huge helping of ramen he rushed out the door completely fretting about his father’s request. He wanted to go home into his shower. He needed his warm bed most of all. As he stepped out of the building in his tight black leather ensemble, he enjoyed the smell of fresh air. The streets were deserted and so the lone figure, donning his headphones began to walk down the empty streets, steps following the rhythm of the song.

With the hard life that he lived he was still so carefree and happy. Not much could cause him to react outwardly and he preferred to grace the world with his brilliant smile. These streets he knew so well, the scent brought on feelings of nostalgia and the smile and feelings of happiness grew in his heart. Clad in tight suggestive clothing, his lithe body responded to his movements as his slightly long hair flowed in the wind. He was a beautiful creature. The strands of spun gold framing his face, forming ringlets of curls that bounced with each step.

Eyes filled with lust settled onto him. They wanted him. He was beautiful. Unsuspecting, he danced his way down the street without sensing the danger he was in. “Filthy youkai,” the words were spat out before the moved into action.

Pushing the boy roughly to the ground he slammed into the paved ground of the street. A yelp of pain escaped his lips as he was subject to the surprise attack. Fear clouded his eyes as three shadows loomed over him. Opening his mouth to yell, he felt a mouth clam over it muffling the sound. Struggling he knew that his time he would die. Kakashi wasn’t there to help him against the attack. Why didn’t I listen to him

But time for regrets had come and gone as they dragged his struggling body into the alley. He was so frightened. His blue eyes widened as the apparent leader pulled out a kunai from his clothing. His look held such hatred that the muffled screams coming from Naruto’s lips died down instantly. His heart slammed with fear as they came at him. Oh god. Not like this…

Closing his eyes, he waited for the blade to plunge into his flesh. Body tense, he hissed when he felt it cutting through his clothing instead. “Oh no pretty boy. We will have our fun with you first,” It was then he started to struggle as they bared his chest, touching his len body roughly. Twisting against the restraining hands on his legs and arms he tried to get away from the hands that were touching him between his legs. His moves were violent but it did nothing to dislodge his attackers. A cry of fear escaped his lips as his pants were removed. The cold air against his naked penis chilled him.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop… He begged over and over again but that did nothing but cased him to panic. As that first rough hand touched his naked shaft, he screamed. They were touching him without his permission and he felt violated. But the hands were stroking him now. Tears streamed from his face as he felt the almost gentle touches arousing his flesh. Shame clouded his heart as he felt his body respond. He had never had any carnal experience till then and it shocked him what they were doing. He wanted to get away, to hide from the humiliation, but then a warm mouth clamped over him. Crude laughter filled his ears as his attacker started to suck on him.

Lying on the dirty ground, Naruto felt true shame as his body responded hardening, throbbing. As he climaxed under the actions of the attacker he cried out in fear and sorrow.

“Why…” his hoarse voice asked. “Why…”

All he was greeted with was “filthy youkai,” as he was roughly pushed onto his knees. Confusion marred his handsome face until he felt hands spreading his butt cheeks. “No!!” he screamed as a thick erection was pushed into his dry virginal entrance. He screamed as blood trickled down his thighs. Never had he felt anything like it. It was like he was being torn in two. “Daddy…” the broken boy cried as a thick shaft was being shoved up his butt.

Bowing his head, he attempted to bear the pain. This was the world he lived in. It was rare that anyone would want to be his friend. Instead they abused him and used him like he had no feelings. Suddenly his will to live escaped his body. He couldn’t bring himself to care anymore.

The pain was unbearable but fighting only intensified it and so he prayed for it to be over. But then as soon as it stopped, another took the place of the one before and it felt like hours as they abused his body unfeelingly

An eerie wind blew into the alley, carrying with it the scent of heated sand. Suddenly aware, Naruto’s head raised as he looked into the coldest pair of eyes he had ever seen. Another one of them, he thought resigned to his pain, bowing his head he accepted the pain.

A cry of pain escaped the lips of the first man who had attacked him. Lifting tear stained eyes he caught the image of sand drawing back as it let of the mangled body of one of the attackers. Whimpers of fear came from the other two as they saw their death in his pale green eyes. It was quick but unimaginably painful as they died as the hands of the sand wielder.

Pulling his tattered clothing over his body, Naruto crawled to the corner away from the man and the dead bodies. He was afraid. Fear took over as the unknown man stalked over to him at a menacing pace. Whimpering he pressed closer to the wall, not knowing whether to trust the offered hand or not.

“I will not hurt you.” Came the softly spoken words as the hands hang there in the air. Taking it hesitantly, Naruto felt himself being pulled into a standing position. A grimace of pain contorted his face as the sudden movement brought attention to his abused body. Taking off his expensive clothing, the stranger wrapped it around Naruto.

“Let’s go. I will walk you home,” he stated as he walked ahead waiting for Naruto to follow. Looking back the stranger saw the pain on the face of the beauty he had aided. With a look of annoyance, he went back to the boy who whimpered at his approach. Ignoring the sound he wrapped an arm around his waist to aid the limping boy walk.

Sniffling, Naruto dwelled on what had just happened. He had been raped because people of Leaves wanted to hurt him. He felt so weak. He just wanted to crawl under a blanket and never come out again. Why did it have to be so every time he visited Leaves?

“Don’t think about it.” His saviour said as he followed Naruto’s movements to his home. Some unknown emotions brewed within the heart of the red haired demon vessel. He was unsure why he had gone to the aid of the young man but when he had seen the abuse rage had boiled within him. He knew that he had never seen the young man before. He knew this absolutely, yet something within him stirred. They had no right touching him.

Pushing the strange emotions away, they walked into the small house as Naruto rushed to the washroom, shutting the door and remained there. Standing near the door, he could hear sobs coming from inside as the water ran… Images flashed through his mind of a similar incident in his youth and he longed to enter the room and sooth away his tears. Sitting outside the bath he waited, cold eyes seeing nothing, but the tears coming from within the room he heard all to clearly.

A phone within the kitchen peeled within the silent house. Ignoring it, Gaara remained where he was. Still the ringing persisted. Stopped and started over again. With a sigh he got up as he realised that who ever it was would not give up.

“Who is it?” he asked rudely. He was met with silence. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance until a voice spoke up promising retribution and horrors unimaginable. His eyebrows did indeed raise when he heard.

“Where is Naruto? If you hurt him I will skin you alive and feed your flesh to you. Answer me.”

“Interesting.” He said truly fascinated at the idea. However he had no clue who it was and he was not about to give out information to strangers. “Regardless of your… interesting means of greeting I must ask again. Who is it?”

“Boy where is my son!” Kakashi all but shouted into the phone. Unfazed by the response he accepted the answer that he had been looking for.

“The blonde is in the bathroom.”

Silence came through loud and clear as Kakashi tried to figure out the puzzle. “Who are you?” he asked. It was never smart to act without all the information. He was not too sure what to make of the unknown person within his home yet Naruto did not sound hurt from the response given

“Who I am is of no consequence. However you have a problem and if you are his father I suggest you come home immediately.” Tact was not within his vocabulary and so he had no way of knowing that his simply uttered would have the effect they did. The phone crashed on the floor as it fell from the trembling hands of the father.

“What happened? What about the guard that was with him? Is he alright? Can I speak to him?”

“Naruto was sexually attacked tonight—“

“Oh god!” the strangled cry came through the phone.