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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,387
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82
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Part 5
Abandoning Hope
Part 5
By Mieren
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Sasuke could only stare in shock at the carnage. Snapping himself out of his stupor, he started collecting the countless kunai and shuriken, tossing them into a quickly growing pile in the corner. He righted the bed frame and tossed the shredded, bloodstained sheets into the corner’s trash heap, deeming them unsalvageable. The tattered mattress was just as ruined, as was the splintered frame. When he moved it to lean against the wall, he spotted something on the floor and leaned over to pick it up.
It was a finger. One side was covered in paralleling gashes and the other was black and blue from a single forceful hit. The first joint was kinked slightly to the side and the entire thing reeked of decaying flesh. Knowing that it was far too old and damaged to be reattached, he tossed it onto the heap of trash as well.
Seeing a deep gouge in the floor near the window, surrounded by black smears of dried blood, he moved in to investigate. Sasuke expected to find a toe or two, flinching when he found half of a foot. He had wondered why Naruto’s right foot had been wrapped up in about ten pounds of gauze. Now he knew. Sick to his stomach, he threw the severed appendage into the pile. There was no doubt in his mind that Itachi was responsible for that injury. He recognized the cut in the floor, like so many marks he had seen in his own home.
*Damn you,* Sasuke seethed. *It wasn’t enough that you slaughtered my entire clan?* He conveniently forgot that Itachi was part of their clan, not wanting to claim the murderer as family. *Must you now hunt down my friends as well?*
He continued to gather refuse and badly damaged items in the room. He could only pray that his sadistic brother had stuck to torture. The thought of the grinning, hyperactive blond being brutalized… like *that*… shook him to the core. Most ninja never survived that kind of torture. They would break inside and simply lose the will to live.
He told himself that it was impossible. Naruto had been smiling and laughing only that morning. But, then, Naruto always smiled and laughed. An outcast from birth, hated by the entire village, shunned for no reason, and he still smiled.
A mask, he realized unhappily, the same as his own. Possibly better than his own. No matter how the blond suffered, he never let on, not even to his closest friends or most trusted mentors.
“Dobe,” Sasuke whispered, eyes mysteriously damp. “What did they do to you? Did they manage to break you?” In his mind, he couldn’t filter out the terrified look on Naruto’s face when he first awoke in the alley, naked, mortally wounded and blind.
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In the kitchen, Kakashi was having a dilemma of his own. He had come to the same conclusion Sasuke had, setting his expression in grim lines. Although he didn’t want to, he would have to tell Iruka about his discovery into Naruto’s psyche.
What had happened in the kitchen made his blood run cold.
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Limp and going numb, mentally and spiritually, Naruto lay in a broken heap in the hallway, despondent to the world around him.
*Move, boy!*
At fierce order, Naruto turned his attention to the source of the voice. He found the demon fox torn to shreds behind his cage, battered from his tearing at the bars holding him. Kyuubi lunged at his hunkered, trembling form, lashing at him through the damaged iron cage. He had managed to fit his head and one massive forelimb through the bent bars as he struggled towards his goal, foaming at the mouth and roaring his fury at deafening levels.
*Move!* Kyuubi repeated fiercely. *Damn you, human! Get up!*
Heeding the order, just barely, Naruto gathered what little remained of his strength and made a mad dash for freedom. Me managed all of a dozen steps before a kunai found his calf, staggering his stride. The blow was followed by a tackle from the side, throwing him off target and into the kitchen. Hissing with the fox’s anger, Naruto latched his teeth into the first thing they encountered, a shoulder. He would have done much worse, but his arms were both crippled and his legs were in a bad position to inflict damage.
Orochimaru cruelly wrenched his arms to distract him into losing his grip. Naruto’s dislocated arm crumpled uselessly, but his pierced arm was still able to grapple weakly with his attacker. When he vengefully sank his claws into the snake ninja’s side, the older man snapped his forearm with a vicious twist. Arms out of the battle, Naruto sank his teeth deeper.
Smirking, Orochimaru reached around the half-crippled boy to the knife rack, grasping two steak knives in his fist. Tossing one to his other hand, he crossed his arms and brought them down forcefully, creating an X-shaped wound across Naruto’s exposed abdomen, effectively eviscerating the boy.
Naruto lunged away, trying to gasp but finding himself unable to do even that, his destroyed abdomen crippling his diaphragm. A loop of entrails hung from his gut, dangling near his groin. Yet despite all of his injuries, Naruto remained defiant. Teeth bared, he restarted the battle with his legs, the only defense left to him. Orochimaru laughed at his pitiful efforts, slapping the kicks away easily. One foot incapacitated, he couldn’t last long.
Orochimaru dodged the miserable shots and pinned the smaller boy to the countertop, face up. Naruto weakly shook his head when the larger man stepped between his legs.
*Not again!* Naruto’s mind shrieked. He kicked at his attackers but couldn’t do any damage with the man so close to his person. His right arm didn’t move at all and his left was broken. Ignoring the pain, he lashed out with the broken limb. Orochimaru calmly caught it and pinned it to the counter through his elbow with one of the steak knives. Tears welled in Naruto’s eyes. *This can’t be happening again!*
No gentler than Kabuto had been, Orochimaru thrust into the bleeding hole, causing further damage. Naruto opened his mouth to scream, but the injury to his throat only allowed him a wet gurgle. The snake ninja took advantage of the new opening and leaned over to thrust his tongue down the boy’s throat, literally. Naruto tried to wrench his head away but couldn’t, held motionless by nearly a foot of tongue writhing inside him, choking him. He could feel his throat distend at the internal pressure. The massive tongue pulled out just as he started to black out from lack of air and he took a few pained gulps of air before the disgusting muscle returned. This time he was prepared and he clamped his teeth down. Orochimaru bit back, grinding down on the teeth and gums under his jaws. With wet sucking noises, teeth pulled free under his grip and fell back into Naruto’s mouth, further choking him. When the snake-nin pulled back again, the blond began coughing convulsively, spitting up teeth. The half moon patterns on either side of his mouth resulting from Orochimaru’s tilted head had knocked free a total of twelve teeth, his canines and bicuspids.
Rather than continue to choke the child, Orochimaru raised the knife he still held and pressed it to one of the whisker marks on Naruto’s face. Pressing the point downwards until it hit bone, he drew the blade across the mark, slitting open the boy’s face. He did the same to all of the other marks, never hesitating in his raping of the blond. After he was done with all six lines, he moved the blade lower, tracing a line down his sternum and outwards across each rib. Naruto was quickly beginning to look like much abused hamburger meat.
“Don’t pass out,” Orochimaru advised when he noticed Naruto’s eyes beginning to glaze over. “If you pass out, it will be much worse.”
Believing the threat entirely, Naruto struggled to obey. Just because he was awake didn’t mean he had to pay attention and he let his mind go numb. His body rocked limply against the blood soaked counter as more and more lines were carved into his flesh. He didn’t even resume struggling when Orochimaru pulled out of him in a gush of blood, rolling him over so he could work on his back. The blade in his arm was pulled free, but the snake ninja didn’t bother to replace it. Tears slipped from Naruto’s eyes when Orochimaru thrust back in.
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In the living room, Sakura had given up all pretenses of cleaning, curled up in a corner crying. She had seen a glimpse of the room the day Naruto had been attacked, but hadn’t then realized just how brutal the battle had been. She could tell that her friend had been badly injured by the time the fight had reached that part of the apartment. By then, Naruto hadn’t even been fighting, his attackers throwing him around like a rag doll.
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“I think he’s ready,” Orochimaru said as he pulled free. He lifted Naruto by his hair and held him out at arm’s length.
“This can end now,” Kabuto told him, stroking one lacerated cheek in a deranged mockery of gentleness.
“What do you want?” Naruto tried to ask. All that escaped his lips was a liquid gurgle due to his lacerated throat, but they seemed to understand.
“Break the seal,” Itachi answered. Blue eyes widened. “The Fourth designed it specifically to prevent tampering.” Naruto slowly shook his head as best as he could while being held up by it. “So be it.”
The Sharingan user grabbed Naruto by the throat and threw him into the adjoining room through the wall. There was enough force in the blow that the blond overturned his couch and then managed to bounce, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Itachi calmly followed him into the room, kicking him in his open gut. Naruto curled uselessly around the wound to protect himself, but he knew the truth of the situation. He was dead where he laid. He wondered how long it would take before someone found his tattered corpse.
Itachi kicked Naruto onto his back and kneeled between his legs. Closing his eyes, Naruto tried to block out the fingers digging into his countless lacerations and the hard shaft thrusting into his shredded body.
*Can’t they at least think of something original?* Naruto thought darkly. He knew what happened to raped ninja. If he survived, he had no wish to live a shadowed half life, broken and mostly insane.
*Damn it. Get up!* Kyuubi ordered again. *Move!*
*I can’t.*
*Then I will make you.*
Seemingly of its own accord, Naruto’s left arm snapped across Itachi’s face at impossible speeds, succeeding in giving the man a black eye and a cracked cheek bone. The impact threw the older man to the ground and finished destroying Naruto’s arm, his forearm bending back at a ninety-degree angle. For the first time in the one sided battle, Naruto had landed a blow, but the effort injured him more than it did Itachi. Seriously furious, the blond snagged one of his kunai off of the floor and flung it at random, duplicating the weapon so that it would scatter across the entire room in hopes of hitting someone. No such luck, all three attackers fending off the incoming kunai. The Sharingan user retaliated by kicking the injured by in the ribs to send him smashing into the coffee table, glass peppering his sides.
Even though the effort had saddled him with more injuries, Naruto was encouraged that he had landed a blow. His left leg had a kunai through it and part of his right foot was gone, but his legs were mobile. Pivoting on his left foot, he slapped his right heel at his attackers, succeeding in catching Kabuto in the ribs with enough force to wind the white-haired man. He received a dueled retaliation for his efforts.
Itachi caught the raised limb with one hand and snapped his elbow down, breaking both tibia and fibula in one blow. While distracted, Naruto didn’t see Orochimaru on his other side, not until it was too late. The snake ninja stabbed his sword downwards towards his uninjured foot. Seeing the blade at the last second, he tried to dodge, his held leg dislocating at the hip with the twisting lunge. Despite his last ditch effort, the blade caught his toes, cleanly severing off the second and third.
In a joint attack to finish destroying his last functioning leg, Orochimaru kicked the back of his left thigh while Itachi kicked the front of his hip. The double hit broke his femur and dislocated his other hip. Now entirely crippled, Naruto collapsed in a bloody, broken heap on the floor.
“Do you give up yet?” Itachi taunted. Naruto glared death at him, defiant to the end. “We can hurt you further.” Naruto scoffed. The Sharingan user pulled a kunai and traced it up Naruto’s cheek, pressing the tip meaningfully against the edge of his eye. A drop of clear fluid leaked around the blade. Naruto held very still, not wanting to be blinded.
“We need to move this,” Kabuto interrupted. “One of his neighbors has finally woken up.”
Itachi drew back and put the kunai away, moving to the side to allow his companions easier access to the half dead teenager. Extending his freakishly long tongue, Orochimaru wrapped the eerie muscle around the blond a few times before lifting him. Figuring that he was dead anyways, Naruto vengefully relaxed his bladder and let fly, successfully getting the snake ninja to jump and curse at the stream of urine now thoroughly soaking his tongue. He also succeeded in getting himself slammed maliciously into the wall again. Itachi looked disgusted by him. Kabuto actually snorted at the older ninja’s discomfort.
Glaring at his captive, Orochimaru vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving his companions to follow him to their new location.
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To Be Continued…
More of a view of what happened. More violence to come. Review!
Part 5
By Mieren
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Sasuke could only stare in shock at the carnage. Snapping himself out of his stupor, he started collecting the countless kunai and shuriken, tossing them into a quickly growing pile in the corner. He righted the bed frame and tossed the shredded, bloodstained sheets into the corner’s trash heap, deeming them unsalvageable. The tattered mattress was just as ruined, as was the splintered frame. When he moved it to lean against the wall, he spotted something on the floor and leaned over to pick it up.
It was a finger. One side was covered in paralleling gashes and the other was black and blue from a single forceful hit. The first joint was kinked slightly to the side and the entire thing reeked of decaying flesh. Knowing that it was far too old and damaged to be reattached, he tossed it onto the heap of trash as well.
Seeing a deep gouge in the floor near the window, surrounded by black smears of dried blood, he moved in to investigate. Sasuke expected to find a toe or two, flinching when he found half of a foot. He had wondered why Naruto’s right foot had been wrapped up in about ten pounds of gauze. Now he knew. Sick to his stomach, he threw the severed appendage into the pile. There was no doubt in his mind that Itachi was responsible for that injury. He recognized the cut in the floor, like so many marks he had seen in his own home.
*Damn you,* Sasuke seethed. *It wasn’t enough that you slaughtered my entire clan?* He conveniently forgot that Itachi was part of their clan, not wanting to claim the murderer as family. *Must you now hunt down my friends as well?*
He continued to gather refuse and badly damaged items in the room. He could only pray that his sadistic brother had stuck to torture. The thought of the grinning, hyperactive blond being brutalized… like *that*… shook him to the core. Most ninja never survived that kind of torture. They would break inside and simply lose the will to live.
He told himself that it was impossible. Naruto had been smiling and laughing only that morning. But, then, Naruto always smiled and laughed. An outcast from birth, hated by the entire village, shunned for no reason, and he still smiled.
A mask, he realized unhappily, the same as his own. Possibly better than his own. No matter how the blond suffered, he never let on, not even to his closest friends or most trusted mentors.
“Dobe,” Sasuke whispered, eyes mysteriously damp. “What did they do to you? Did they manage to break you?” In his mind, he couldn’t filter out the terrified look on Naruto’s face when he first awoke in the alley, naked, mortally wounded and blind.
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In the kitchen, Kakashi was having a dilemma of his own. He had come to the same conclusion Sasuke had, setting his expression in grim lines. Although he didn’t want to, he would have to tell Iruka about his discovery into Naruto’s psyche.
What had happened in the kitchen made his blood run cold.
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Limp and going numb, mentally and spiritually, Naruto lay in a broken heap in the hallway, despondent to the world around him.
*Move, boy!*
At fierce order, Naruto turned his attention to the source of the voice. He found the demon fox torn to shreds behind his cage, battered from his tearing at the bars holding him. Kyuubi lunged at his hunkered, trembling form, lashing at him through the damaged iron cage. He had managed to fit his head and one massive forelimb through the bent bars as he struggled towards his goal, foaming at the mouth and roaring his fury at deafening levels.
*Move!* Kyuubi repeated fiercely. *Damn you, human! Get up!*
Heeding the order, just barely, Naruto gathered what little remained of his strength and made a mad dash for freedom. Me managed all of a dozen steps before a kunai found his calf, staggering his stride. The blow was followed by a tackle from the side, throwing him off target and into the kitchen. Hissing with the fox’s anger, Naruto latched his teeth into the first thing they encountered, a shoulder. He would have done much worse, but his arms were both crippled and his legs were in a bad position to inflict damage.
Orochimaru cruelly wrenched his arms to distract him into losing his grip. Naruto’s dislocated arm crumpled uselessly, but his pierced arm was still able to grapple weakly with his attacker. When he vengefully sank his claws into the snake ninja’s side, the older man snapped his forearm with a vicious twist. Arms out of the battle, Naruto sank his teeth deeper.
Smirking, Orochimaru reached around the half-crippled boy to the knife rack, grasping two steak knives in his fist. Tossing one to his other hand, he crossed his arms and brought them down forcefully, creating an X-shaped wound across Naruto’s exposed abdomen, effectively eviscerating the boy.
Naruto lunged away, trying to gasp but finding himself unable to do even that, his destroyed abdomen crippling his diaphragm. A loop of entrails hung from his gut, dangling near his groin. Yet despite all of his injuries, Naruto remained defiant. Teeth bared, he restarted the battle with his legs, the only defense left to him. Orochimaru laughed at his pitiful efforts, slapping the kicks away easily. One foot incapacitated, he couldn’t last long.
Orochimaru dodged the miserable shots and pinned the smaller boy to the countertop, face up. Naruto weakly shook his head when the larger man stepped between his legs.
*Not again!* Naruto’s mind shrieked. He kicked at his attackers but couldn’t do any damage with the man so close to his person. His right arm didn’t move at all and his left was broken. Ignoring the pain, he lashed out with the broken limb. Orochimaru calmly caught it and pinned it to the counter through his elbow with one of the steak knives. Tears welled in Naruto’s eyes. *This can’t be happening again!*
No gentler than Kabuto had been, Orochimaru thrust into the bleeding hole, causing further damage. Naruto opened his mouth to scream, but the injury to his throat only allowed him a wet gurgle. The snake ninja took advantage of the new opening and leaned over to thrust his tongue down the boy’s throat, literally. Naruto tried to wrench his head away but couldn’t, held motionless by nearly a foot of tongue writhing inside him, choking him. He could feel his throat distend at the internal pressure. The massive tongue pulled out just as he started to black out from lack of air and he took a few pained gulps of air before the disgusting muscle returned. This time he was prepared and he clamped his teeth down. Orochimaru bit back, grinding down on the teeth and gums under his jaws. With wet sucking noises, teeth pulled free under his grip and fell back into Naruto’s mouth, further choking him. When the snake-nin pulled back again, the blond began coughing convulsively, spitting up teeth. The half moon patterns on either side of his mouth resulting from Orochimaru’s tilted head had knocked free a total of twelve teeth, his canines and bicuspids.
Rather than continue to choke the child, Orochimaru raised the knife he still held and pressed it to one of the whisker marks on Naruto’s face. Pressing the point downwards until it hit bone, he drew the blade across the mark, slitting open the boy’s face. He did the same to all of the other marks, never hesitating in his raping of the blond. After he was done with all six lines, he moved the blade lower, tracing a line down his sternum and outwards across each rib. Naruto was quickly beginning to look like much abused hamburger meat.
“Don’t pass out,” Orochimaru advised when he noticed Naruto’s eyes beginning to glaze over. “If you pass out, it will be much worse.”
Believing the threat entirely, Naruto struggled to obey. Just because he was awake didn’t mean he had to pay attention and he let his mind go numb. His body rocked limply against the blood soaked counter as more and more lines were carved into his flesh. He didn’t even resume struggling when Orochimaru pulled out of him in a gush of blood, rolling him over so he could work on his back. The blade in his arm was pulled free, but the snake ninja didn’t bother to replace it. Tears slipped from Naruto’s eyes when Orochimaru thrust back in.
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In the living room, Sakura had given up all pretenses of cleaning, curled up in a corner crying. She had seen a glimpse of the room the day Naruto had been attacked, but hadn’t then realized just how brutal the battle had been. She could tell that her friend had been badly injured by the time the fight had reached that part of the apartment. By then, Naruto hadn’t even been fighting, his attackers throwing him around like a rag doll.
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“I think he’s ready,” Orochimaru said as he pulled free. He lifted Naruto by his hair and held him out at arm’s length.
“This can end now,” Kabuto told him, stroking one lacerated cheek in a deranged mockery of gentleness.
“What do you want?” Naruto tried to ask. All that escaped his lips was a liquid gurgle due to his lacerated throat, but they seemed to understand.
“Break the seal,” Itachi answered. Blue eyes widened. “The Fourth designed it specifically to prevent tampering.” Naruto slowly shook his head as best as he could while being held up by it. “So be it.”
The Sharingan user grabbed Naruto by the throat and threw him into the adjoining room through the wall. There was enough force in the blow that the blond overturned his couch and then managed to bounce, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Itachi calmly followed him into the room, kicking him in his open gut. Naruto curled uselessly around the wound to protect himself, but he knew the truth of the situation. He was dead where he laid. He wondered how long it would take before someone found his tattered corpse.
Itachi kicked Naruto onto his back and kneeled between his legs. Closing his eyes, Naruto tried to block out the fingers digging into his countless lacerations and the hard shaft thrusting into his shredded body.
*Can’t they at least think of something original?* Naruto thought darkly. He knew what happened to raped ninja. If he survived, he had no wish to live a shadowed half life, broken and mostly insane.
*Damn it. Get up!* Kyuubi ordered again. *Move!*
*I can’t.*
*Then I will make you.*
Seemingly of its own accord, Naruto’s left arm snapped across Itachi’s face at impossible speeds, succeeding in giving the man a black eye and a cracked cheek bone. The impact threw the older man to the ground and finished destroying Naruto’s arm, his forearm bending back at a ninety-degree angle. For the first time in the one sided battle, Naruto had landed a blow, but the effort injured him more than it did Itachi. Seriously furious, the blond snagged one of his kunai off of the floor and flung it at random, duplicating the weapon so that it would scatter across the entire room in hopes of hitting someone. No such luck, all three attackers fending off the incoming kunai. The Sharingan user retaliated by kicking the injured by in the ribs to send him smashing into the coffee table, glass peppering his sides.
Even though the effort had saddled him with more injuries, Naruto was encouraged that he had landed a blow. His left leg had a kunai through it and part of his right foot was gone, but his legs were mobile. Pivoting on his left foot, he slapped his right heel at his attackers, succeeding in catching Kabuto in the ribs with enough force to wind the white-haired man. He received a dueled retaliation for his efforts.
Itachi caught the raised limb with one hand and snapped his elbow down, breaking both tibia and fibula in one blow. While distracted, Naruto didn’t see Orochimaru on his other side, not until it was too late. The snake ninja stabbed his sword downwards towards his uninjured foot. Seeing the blade at the last second, he tried to dodge, his held leg dislocating at the hip with the twisting lunge. Despite his last ditch effort, the blade caught his toes, cleanly severing off the second and third.
In a joint attack to finish destroying his last functioning leg, Orochimaru kicked the back of his left thigh while Itachi kicked the front of his hip. The double hit broke his femur and dislocated his other hip. Now entirely crippled, Naruto collapsed in a bloody, broken heap on the floor.
“Do you give up yet?” Itachi taunted. Naruto glared death at him, defiant to the end. “We can hurt you further.” Naruto scoffed. The Sharingan user pulled a kunai and traced it up Naruto’s cheek, pressing the tip meaningfully against the edge of his eye. A drop of clear fluid leaked around the blade. Naruto held very still, not wanting to be blinded.
“We need to move this,” Kabuto interrupted. “One of his neighbors has finally woken up.”
Itachi drew back and put the kunai away, moving to the side to allow his companions easier access to the half dead teenager. Extending his freakishly long tongue, Orochimaru wrapped the eerie muscle around the blond a few times before lifting him. Figuring that he was dead anyways, Naruto vengefully relaxed his bladder and let fly, successfully getting the snake ninja to jump and curse at the stream of urine now thoroughly soaking his tongue. He also succeeded in getting himself slammed maliciously into the wall again. Itachi looked disgusted by him. Kabuto actually snorted at the older ninja’s discomfort.
Glaring at his captive, Orochimaru vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving his companions to follow him to their new location.
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To Be Continued…
More of a view of what happened. More violence to come. Review!