Abandoning Hope
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,386
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 4
Abandoning Hope
Part 4
By Mieren
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Warning! Graphic violence ahead. Extreme violence and torture. The rating has now officially gone up to NC-17.
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Three intruders watched the slumbering blond in amusement, all of them a bit surprised that the boy hadn’t woken up at their presence. Red eyes met yellow and black. They would proceed as they had planned. The boy would wake up quickly enough.
Itachi reached into his holster and pulled out four shuriken, whipping them towards the snoring, drooling teenager. The blades found their target between the boy’s ribs, sinking into the flesh with wet thuds. Crying out sharply, Naruto lunged out of his bed, instantly awake and scanning the room for his attacker. Finding himself outnumbered three to one, he went for the newest weapon available to him, the shuriken in his chest. Inelegantly pulling the weapons free with a spray of blood, he threw two with each hand, whipping one hand towards Orochimaru and the other towards the Sharingan user he suspected was Sasuke’s older brother.
Assuming Kabuto was the weakest of the three, he treated the white-haired ninja to a kick even as he flung the shuriken. Kabuto calmly caught his foot and used his leg as a handle to fling him into the wall, leaving a huge dent in the drywall. Four shuriken thudded into him again as Orochimaru and Itachi returned fire with the caught weapons.
Naruto didn’t bother throwing the stars back yet, knowing that he’d just earn himself another four holes in his chest. Dressed only in his boxers, he was in no position to fight, especially since he was already injured. He decided to run in that instant, and since Orochimaru was blocking the door, he made a beeline for the window. Numbers, clothing, weapons and accumulating injuries were all against him and he knew that he didn’t stand a chance.
Chakra flared behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to find a few dozen shuriken flying towards him replicate a second time to form into several hundred. Diving to the floor, he kicked his bed up onto its side as makeshift shield. The force of the countless flying blades pushed the bed back until the legs hit the solid hardwood wall. The attack served its purpose in delaying him. Itachi now blocked the window.
That left Kabuto to advance on Naruto alone. The blond recognized his minor advantage immediately and he tried to think of a way to use it. All he had to do was get one of the others involved and out of the way of the exit. He started looking for makeshift weapons, but found nothing of use. His weapons were all in the living room, where he had been sharpening them the previous night.
Naruto grimly pulled the shuriken out of his chest a second time and fitted them on the first and third finger of each hand, creating a new and more destructive version of brass knuckles. Kabuto just leaned against the far side of the room, watching.
*Those bastards!* Naruto fumed. *They’re just playing with me!* “What the hell do you want?”
“You,” Kabuto answered enigmatically.
Irritated, Naruto charged him, copying some of Lee’s moves as he swung his fists at his smirking target. The blades were cutting into his palms and fingers. He had to keep his fingers rigid or risk cutting off a neighboring digit.
Kabuto seemed to notice that as well, his dark eyes fixed on the dangerous fists he was so easily dodging. He wasn’t just keeping out of reach, striking back repeatedly with both fists and feet, mostly aiming for the teenager’s already injured chest. Ribs popped loudly under the blows. He decided to step up the injuries and he blocked a right-handed blow by punching the outside of the blonde’s hand, knocking his smallest finger forcefully against the throwing star on his ring finger. Naruto cried out and leapt back, his finger falling from his bleeding hand to land near his feet.
Wary of the event repeating itself, he yanked the weapons off his hands and threw them again, hoping that he wouldn’t be given the chance to use them a third time. He flung them all at Kabuto at greatly different angles to make them harder to block. Royally pissed about his finger, he raised the first two fingers of either hand perpendicular to each other and used the shadow replication technique to increase the numbers exponentially. Knowing that he couldn’t block that many shuriken, Kabuto dodged, catching a few in his escape. He vanished in a puff of smoke, reappearing behind the blond and planting the blades in his back. Naruto hurriedly undid the jutsu, but was too slow to prevent a dozen new holes across his shoulder blades.
Until then, Orochimaru and Itachi had stayed out of the fight and Naruto made the mistake of forgetting about them. That turned out to be a painful error when Itachi joined in briefly, lashing out with one of his swords, using the blade much like an ax and bringing it down on Naruto’s right foot. The lightly curved blade passed cleanly through flesh and bone alike, severing the outer part of the foot from the boy. Naruto yelped and jumped away, landing poorly on his half foot and crumpling into a heap. He wasn’t even sure if he could get back up on a slender, two-toed foot, but he had to try.
Naruto shakily managed to get back to his feet, keeping his weight largely on his left side. He needed to escape and he needed to escape now. No doubt was left in his mind that they would brutally kill him. Living would be too much to ask. He didn’t even expect it to be quick. They were going to torture him to death. His biggest problem was that the two exits were blocked and any attempt to bully past the blocking ninja would be thwarted by Kabuto. His eyes flickered to the dent in the wall where he had been thrown.
The already damaged wall would be brittle, and he would use that to his advantage. Aiming for the already weakened dent, he charged the wall, pushing off into a full sprint with his intact foot, using his damaged foot only sparingly to keep his balance. Kabuto lunged for him, understanding what he was planning, but was too slow to stop him. Orochimaru stopped him dead by stepping back into the hall and leaping after Naruto with his sword leading.
Pulling out of his tumble, Naruto had staggered into a run, pulled up short when a razor sharp sword ran through his left forearm halfway down its length, pinning him to the wall. He coiled around the injury, trying to pull his arm free. He was ready to lose some flesh to do it, but was halted in his efforts when he found that the metal had passed between the two bones. They had him pinned and he knew it.
Orochimaru let go of the hilt and handed him to Kabuto. The white-haired man gripped his free arm and twisted it behind his back, using so much force that Naruto’s arm was wrenched out of socket. The blond could hear the older man doing something behind him, but with his face smashed to the wall, he could only assume he was getting out a weapon. The rogue hand ran along his back, cruelly digging into the wounds there. Naruto just ground his teeth, refusing to cry out this early into his torture.
The bloody fingers lowered to the top of his boxers, toying with the rim idly. Naruto went dangerously still, knowing what that gesture might mean. Sure enough, the garment was pulled none too gently from his hips, leaving him bared to his attackers. Naruto came to life and started bucking, damaging his arms further. The sword slid about an inch down his arm, the blade stopping when it became hooked on a bone. His dislocated right arm started to pull away with a wet sucking noise and Kabuto dropped the limb, knowing that it was useless anyways. All Naruto could manage with it was a miserable flapping motion.
Wrapping his fingers around his captive’s throat and squeezing hard enough to grind cartilage, Kabuto lifted the boy a few inches off the ground. With no warning or preparation, he thrust his length into the child’s rear, earning himself a garbled scream. He grunted at the quivering heat, almost tight enough to be painful.
“Damn,” Kabuto grunted, thrusting forcefully, blood trickling down both of them. “He was a virgin.”
Naruto was trying to draw into his own mind, away from what was happening to him. His thoughts hounded him, echoing his rapist’s taunting words endlessly in his mind. ‘He was a virgin… was a virgin… was…’
While Naruto was huddled miserably in the recesses of his mind, Kyuubi raged against his seal, jaws dripping blood from tearing at the bars. Even as Naruto watched him rampage, the bars buckled under his slashing claws and slapping tails.
Kabuto watched the boy curiously, noting with interest that the boy had retreated into himself to escape his torment. That wouldn’t do. Grabbing the blonde’s already damaged hand, he hooked the ring finger over the sword still embedded in the wall, resting the digit against the blade one knuckle out. At the same time, he drew the boy’s right ear into his mouth. Wanting a response, he yanked the teen’s hand down to sever the finger as he simultaneously closed his teeth to remove the top half of his ear.
The unnecessary twinned pains added to his rape caused Naruto to snap awake. Pride already shattered, he gave in to the urge to scream.
“Damn, he’s loud,” Orochimaru complained.
Tears streamed down Naruto’s face as he helplessly watched a kunai approach his throat in the snake’s hand. A simple thrust of the throwing knife and Naruto’s voice was no more.
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To Be Continued…
Sorry it’s short, but sections like that are hard to write. Throughout the story, I’ll have little blurbs showing little by little what was done to him. R&R!
Part 4
By Mieren
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Warning! Graphic violence ahead. Extreme violence and torture. The rating has now officially gone up to NC-17.
--------------------
Three intruders watched the slumbering blond in amusement, all of them a bit surprised that the boy hadn’t woken up at their presence. Red eyes met yellow and black. They would proceed as they had planned. The boy would wake up quickly enough.
Itachi reached into his holster and pulled out four shuriken, whipping them towards the snoring, drooling teenager. The blades found their target between the boy’s ribs, sinking into the flesh with wet thuds. Crying out sharply, Naruto lunged out of his bed, instantly awake and scanning the room for his attacker. Finding himself outnumbered three to one, he went for the newest weapon available to him, the shuriken in his chest. Inelegantly pulling the weapons free with a spray of blood, he threw two with each hand, whipping one hand towards Orochimaru and the other towards the Sharingan user he suspected was Sasuke’s older brother.
Assuming Kabuto was the weakest of the three, he treated the white-haired ninja to a kick even as he flung the shuriken. Kabuto calmly caught his foot and used his leg as a handle to fling him into the wall, leaving a huge dent in the drywall. Four shuriken thudded into him again as Orochimaru and Itachi returned fire with the caught weapons.
Naruto didn’t bother throwing the stars back yet, knowing that he’d just earn himself another four holes in his chest. Dressed only in his boxers, he was in no position to fight, especially since he was already injured. He decided to run in that instant, and since Orochimaru was blocking the door, he made a beeline for the window. Numbers, clothing, weapons and accumulating injuries were all against him and he knew that he didn’t stand a chance.
Chakra flared behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to find a few dozen shuriken flying towards him replicate a second time to form into several hundred. Diving to the floor, he kicked his bed up onto its side as makeshift shield. The force of the countless flying blades pushed the bed back until the legs hit the solid hardwood wall. The attack served its purpose in delaying him. Itachi now blocked the window.
That left Kabuto to advance on Naruto alone. The blond recognized his minor advantage immediately and he tried to think of a way to use it. All he had to do was get one of the others involved and out of the way of the exit. He started looking for makeshift weapons, but found nothing of use. His weapons were all in the living room, where he had been sharpening them the previous night.
Naruto grimly pulled the shuriken out of his chest a second time and fitted them on the first and third finger of each hand, creating a new and more destructive version of brass knuckles. Kabuto just leaned against the far side of the room, watching.
*Those bastards!* Naruto fumed. *They’re just playing with me!* “What the hell do you want?”
“You,” Kabuto answered enigmatically.
Irritated, Naruto charged him, copying some of Lee’s moves as he swung his fists at his smirking target. The blades were cutting into his palms and fingers. He had to keep his fingers rigid or risk cutting off a neighboring digit.
Kabuto seemed to notice that as well, his dark eyes fixed on the dangerous fists he was so easily dodging. He wasn’t just keeping out of reach, striking back repeatedly with both fists and feet, mostly aiming for the teenager’s already injured chest. Ribs popped loudly under the blows. He decided to step up the injuries and he blocked a right-handed blow by punching the outside of the blonde’s hand, knocking his smallest finger forcefully against the throwing star on his ring finger. Naruto cried out and leapt back, his finger falling from his bleeding hand to land near his feet.
Wary of the event repeating itself, he yanked the weapons off his hands and threw them again, hoping that he wouldn’t be given the chance to use them a third time. He flung them all at Kabuto at greatly different angles to make them harder to block. Royally pissed about his finger, he raised the first two fingers of either hand perpendicular to each other and used the shadow replication technique to increase the numbers exponentially. Knowing that he couldn’t block that many shuriken, Kabuto dodged, catching a few in his escape. He vanished in a puff of smoke, reappearing behind the blond and planting the blades in his back. Naruto hurriedly undid the jutsu, but was too slow to prevent a dozen new holes across his shoulder blades.
Until then, Orochimaru and Itachi had stayed out of the fight and Naruto made the mistake of forgetting about them. That turned out to be a painful error when Itachi joined in briefly, lashing out with one of his swords, using the blade much like an ax and bringing it down on Naruto’s right foot. The lightly curved blade passed cleanly through flesh and bone alike, severing the outer part of the foot from the boy. Naruto yelped and jumped away, landing poorly on his half foot and crumpling into a heap. He wasn’t even sure if he could get back up on a slender, two-toed foot, but he had to try.
Naruto shakily managed to get back to his feet, keeping his weight largely on his left side. He needed to escape and he needed to escape now. No doubt was left in his mind that they would brutally kill him. Living would be too much to ask. He didn’t even expect it to be quick. They were going to torture him to death. His biggest problem was that the two exits were blocked and any attempt to bully past the blocking ninja would be thwarted by Kabuto. His eyes flickered to the dent in the wall where he had been thrown.
The already damaged wall would be brittle, and he would use that to his advantage. Aiming for the already weakened dent, he charged the wall, pushing off into a full sprint with his intact foot, using his damaged foot only sparingly to keep his balance. Kabuto lunged for him, understanding what he was planning, but was too slow to stop him. Orochimaru stopped him dead by stepping back into the hall and leaping after Naruto with his sword leading.
Pulling out of his tumble, Naruto had staggered into a run, pulled up short when a razor sharp sword ran through his left forearm halfway down its length, pinning him to the wall. He coiled around the injury, trying to pull his arm free. He was ready to lose some flesh to do it, but was halted in his efforts when he found that the metal had passed between the two bones. They had him pinned and he knew it.
Orochimaru let go of the hilt and handed him to Kabuto. The white-haired man gripped his free arm and twisted it behind his back, using so much force that Naruto’s arm was wrenched out of socket. The blond could hear the older man doing something behind him, but with his face smashed to the wall, he could only assume he was getting out a weapon. The rogue hand ran along his back, cruelly digging into the wounds there. Naruto just ground his teeth, refusing to cry out this early into his torture.
The bloody fingers lowered to the top of his boxers, toying with the rim idly. Naruto went dangerously still, knowing what that gesture might mean. Sure enough, the garment was pulled none too gently from his hips, leaving him bared to his attackers. Naruto came to life and started bucking, damaging his arms further. The sword slid about an inch down his arm, the blade stopping when it became hooked on a bone. His dislocated right arm started to pull away with a wet sucking noise and Kabuto dropped the limb, knowing that it was useless anyways. All Naruto could manage with it was a miserable flapping motion.
Wrapping his fingers around his captive’s throat and squeezing hard enough to grind cartilage, Kabuto lifted the boy a few inches off the ground. With no warning or preparation, he thrust his length into the child’s rear, earning himself a garbled scream. He grunted at the quivering heat, almost tight enough to be painful.
“Damn,” Kabuto grunted, thrusting forcefully, blood trickling down both of them. “He was a virgin.”
Naruto was trying to draw into his own mind, away from what was happening to him. His thoughts hounded him, echoing his rapist’s taunting words endlessly in his mind. ‘He was a virgin… was a virgin… was…’
While Naruto was huddled miserably in the recesses of his mind, Kyuubi raged against his seal, jaws dripping blood from tearing at the bars. Even as Naruto watched him rampage, the bars buckled under his slashing claws and slapping tails.
Kabuto watched the boy curiously, noting with interest that the boy had retreated into himself to escape his torment. That wouldn’t do. Grabbing the blonde’s already damaged hand, he hooked the ring finger over the sword still embedded in the wall, resting the digit against the blade one knuckle out. At the same time, he drew the boy’s right ear into his mouth. Wanting a response, he yanked the teen’s hand down to sever the finger as he simultaneously closed his teeth to remove the top half of his ear.
The unnecessary twinned pains added to his rape caused Naruto to snap awake. Pride already shattered, he gave in to the urge to scream.
“Damn, he’s loud,” Orochimaru complained.
Tears streamed down Naruto’s face as he helplessly watched a kunai approach his throat in the snake’s hand. A simple thrust of the throwing knife and Naruto’s voice was no more.
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To Be Continued…
Sorry it’s short, but sections like that are hard to write. Throughout the story, I’ll have little blurbs showing little by little what was done to him. R&R!