Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Warning: EVERYTHING!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or make money from writing. I wish I did but alas, that’s not the case.

A/N: Okay, parts of this chapter scared even me. VERY dark. Thus the mind fuck truly begins. How far will I go? Keep reading to find out.

2nd A/N: Hey! Hey you! Yeah you! Review please!

The Other Sannin

Kakashi sat in his car out side his house trying to think. He’d found a horribly over priced lawyer but he still hadn’t found a psychiatrist that was respected enough in the courts to do for Iruka what was needed. There was that one possibility but he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. There were already Uchihas involved in this case on both sides. Would he even be allowed to work the case or would it be considered a conflict of interest? But Kakashi needed the best and he was the best. Flipping open his phone Kakashi dialed the number he’d looked up earlier.

“Itachi…I need your help.”

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Kakashi stood at the doors to the elevator with Iruka in his arms. He didn’t want to leave but it was already after three and his alias had to be at work in the morning. Leaning in he brushed his covered lips over the side of the tan neck and inhaled deeply, locking the scent into his memory. He smiled when he saw the large purple hickey that he’d left on the bronze skin. Iruka had insisted that he be marked with hickeys and the bruises that would normally be found after lovemaking or fucking. Iruka had given him a perfect set of scratch marks that just peaked out from the top of his partially unbuttoned shirt.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night. Make sure you don’t tell anyone about me,” he whispered into the chocolate hair, the silky strands caressing the cloth on his face. To make a good show for the people that were staring he captured the teen’s full, bottom lip between his covered teeth and tugged it making Iruka whimper with what sounded like both pain and desire. He gripped the tan chin between his thumb and finger for a second before turning away and stepping into the elevator, Iruka’s sweet face smiling gently at him until the doors slid shut.

Elated by the progress he’d made on the silver haired man’s case tonight, Iruka turned away from the elevator beaming. His smile slowly fell from his face as a pale hand ran through his hair and cool yellow eyes raked over his chest, resting on the mark of possession that Kakashi had laid on him.

“Did you have a good time with the new client, Dolphin?” Iruka swallowed thickly and rested his chin on his chest as his guardian led him towards the private room that the owners used.

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“Why don’t you smile for me, Dolphin? Am I not good to you? Do I not take care of you? My sweet Dolphin, only you get sexier as you get older.” Tears streamed down Iruka’s cheeks as Orochimaru pushed into his unprepared body relentlessly. “Do you think you’re anything more than a fuck to him? Do you think that he loves you like I do? You’re nothing to him, not like you are to me, my precious favorite.”

Both the owners were horribly sadistic but their methods differed greatly. While Mardra loved to torture your body, to push you to the limits of what you thought you could take…and then push a little harder, Orochimaru destroyed your mind in ways that would never heal. Twenty minutes of the snake’s whisperings would leave you susceptible to any manipulation the twisted man suggested. He could tell you that you wanted to swallow your tongue and you’d believe him. He’d started this session by tying Iruka to the bed and simply hissing in his ear and gently running his fingers over the bronze body. Half an hour later Iruka was sobbing and had confessed to telling Kakashi about the microphone. Orochimaru had acted hurt and betrayed, telling his dolphin that now he had to be punished for breaking the rules.

Iruka wasn’t immune to his guardian’s tactics but he was more acclimated to them then the other boys. He’d been dealing with them for much longer after all. He’d held on to the slip about the microphone long enough that Orochimaru believed that was all he was holding back. No matter what the snake did or said Iruka wasn’t going to sell out his only chance at freedom, his freedom and salvation for the other kids. As the sadistic, pale man pounded in to him Iruka tried to think about what being free would be like. He’d only ever sleep with people he wanted to, work a regular job, try to make new friends, live alone…

Panic gripped his chest as his fantasies twisted in his mind. What kind of work could he do? Strip, turn tricks? He’d end up alone, dead in a gutter after some john used him up and left him. Arching into the thrusts Iruka looked into the icy, gold eyes.

“I love you, Orochimaru-sama.” The snake smirked and licked a fat salty tear off the raw cheeks.

“I know you do, son. No one will ever love you and look after you like I do. You’re such a good boy.” Iruka turned his face away, his hips rising to meet the older man’s pounding.

“I’m a good boy.”

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Jiraiya flipped open his phone and read the brief message on his screen.

‘Lunch my office. 1:00.

Run the name Umino Iruka.

K’

The white haired man smiled. ‘Looks like the brat’s still alive.’ Leaning back in his chair he shouted through the open door.

“Tsunade. We’ve got lunch plans.”

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Kakashi was sleeping on the couch of the office he’d rented for cover when the Sannins arrived. He stretched his long body and smiled sheepishly.

“You’re early.” Jiraiya chuckled and sat down in one of the leather chairs across the table.

“So, how are you enjoying being the worst scum of society, pervert?” Kakashi gaped at his mentor for several seconds.

“You’re calling me a pervert? I don’t care if I slept with every person in that club, you’d still be a bigger pervert than me!” The white haired cop smirked and patted his wife’s arm.

“I’m happily married. I have to be a pervert to keep up with her.” Kakashi cringed and covered his ears.

“Come on! I just woke up!” Tsunade growled and tossed a manila envelope to Kakashi while glaring at her husband.

“Can we get down to business, children?” Kakashi chuckled but decided not to push his luck, the blonde had a wicked right hook. He opened up the folder to find a picture of a young brunette smiling back at him. It took him several seconds before he realized it was Iruka. He looked so different, so happy, flanked by both parents. But what really changed the brunette’s appearance was the lack of the scar across his nose. It was such a distinguishing mark but he hadn’t really paid that much attention to it last night. The date at the bottom showing that the boy was five years old. He began to rifle through the file searching out information as to how a man like Orochimaru ended up with him.

The file said that Iruka’s parents were killed in a car accident and that the circumstances were suspicious. There was no evidence to prove motive to build a case on though so the matter had been dropped.

“Did one of the kids actually catch your eye, Brat?” The mismatched eyes flicked up to Tsunade’s teasing but slightly shocked face. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

Kakashi went back to flipping through the file. “He saw through my cover. He could be the key to taking this whole thing down. He spent four hours last night telling me about the organization. I just wanted to see if what he was telling me could actually be the truth.” Kakashi checked the date of birth and grunted in surprise before flipping to the next page. “He actually is seventeen, almost eighteen. I thought he was…” His voice trailed off as a name in the middle of the stack of papers caught his eye. It was the will of Iruka’s parents leaving Iruka in the care of Orochimaru Sannin. Sannin…

Feeling all the blood drain from his face, Kakashi wished he was wearing his mask from the night before. He slowly let his eyes rise to the couple across the table.

“Do either of you have siblings?” Tsunade looked down and her husband put a comforting hand on her arm. “Tsunade’s little brother died when she was in medicine.”

“You studied medicine?” The blonde nodded and cleared the emotion out of her throat.

“I quit after Dan died. I just didn’t have the drive for it anymore. I started studying criminal science after I met Jiji.” Kakashi normally would have laughed at the nickname the blonde had for his mentor but the situation was serious. He turned his gaze to Jiraiya who furrowed his brow before remembering what they were talking about.

“Oh, right. Yeah I have an older brother but we had a falling out twenty years ago and haven’t talked since.” Kakashi nodded slowly making the white haired man suspicious.

“What’s wrong Hatake?”

“What’s your brother’s name? Do you know where he is now? What he’s doing?”

“What are you trying to get at, Kakashi?” Sighing deeply Kakashi passed the file over, holding the will page with his finger. Both cops looked over the page for a second before their wide eyes turned back to Kakashi.

“The kid’s guardian, Orochimaru, is one of the club’s owners.” A heavy silence fell in the room before Jiraiya bellowed at the top of his lungs.

“That evil, fucking BASTARD!!”

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It had taken both Kakashi and Tsunade to restrain Jiraiya and half an hour to get through to the man that if he did or said anything to his brother that the whole case would be blown. After they’d all sat back down Kakashi pulled out his tape recorder and the notes he’d made last night when he got home. He flicked on the tape and suddenly Iruka’s soft voice floated out into the room.

“Under Orochimaru-sama and Mardra-sama there’re a few facilitators. They meet with prospective clients and arrange memberships.”

“What’s the name of the facilitator with lavender/silver hair and glasses?”

“Yakushi Kabuto. He has some medical knowledge incase one of us ever gets too injured or sick. He isn’t around much though so I usually patch up the others if Mardra-sama or one of the clients gets violent.”

“Christ. Okay, tell me more.”

“Well, then there’s the trainers, snatchers and the guards. Some of them are kids who were fucked up enough to want to stay get filtered into these positions. I guess it makes sense, now they’re in a position of power as opposed to being used. Touji Mizuki is a couple of years older than me. He used to be a friend until I realized how much he enjoyed raping and beating me for the crowd. He was Mardra-sama’s favorite for a while but Mardra-sama is very particular. His current favorite is a red head named Gaara, code name Raccoon. He’s partial to kids that he can turn into little versions of himself and they never stay his favorite after they turn fifteen. They’re thinking about sending Mizuki and Kabuto to another city to start a new club. Kabuto was Orochimaru’s favorite for years before me. He has a ritual where he has his old favorite fuck his new toy. Sort of a closure to the old relationship.”

“Does Orochimaru use physical torture as well?”

“He likes to see us in some pain but he prefers to…”

“fuck with our minds.” Jiraiya said in unison with the voice on the tape. “Oh my god.” Tsunade got up from her chair and sat on the arm of her husband’s seat, running a soothing hand through his wild hair.

“The guards are from all walks of life. People who need high paying jobs, kids who couldn’t make it as trainers or snatchers, and there’s a few who can no longer afford membership but desire the company of all or a particular kid. Momochi Zabuza is obsessed with Haku, code name Snow. The funny part of that is Zabuza is Snow’s favorite client. I don’t know what could possibly be so great between them.”

“What about trainers?”

“Trainer teach new recruits how to act for the clients. Everything from how to walk and hold your body to how to take a whipping or beating. They use someone to demonstrate on for the first few months, usually one of the older kids…usually me.” There was a pregnant silence for several seconds and Kakashi remembered the embarrassed look that Iruka had sported last night. Couldn’t the kid realize that it wasn’t something to be embarrassed about? Angry, depressed, sure, but not embarrassed.

“Tell me about the snatchers.” A melodic sigh could be heard from the Dictaphone and Kakashi winced as he thought about what was coming.

“I don’t know much about the process personally. I was inducted into this life differently than most. Snatchers are usually put in places of trust such as schools or hospitals. If they see someone that meets the specifications they call a team, drug the child and then let the team take them to the club. The snatcher goes back to work and no one is the wiser.”

“Do you know any of the hospitals they used?”

“No. They never let us get very close to any of the snatchers. I could try to get something out of Mizuki. Like I said, we used to be friends.”

“Don’t do that for the time being. We don’t want to arouse any suspicion and I don’t want to put you in any more danger than I already have. Tell me how you got here.” There was only static on the tape for a minute before Iruka began to speak again.

“I met Orochimaru-sama when I was four. He worked with my father. Scientific research I think. He would come over for dinner some nights and I got used to him being around. My parents would ask him to watch me when they wanted an evening out. He was always telling them how lucky there were to have such a perfect child. He started out small, just kissing me goodnight but soon I was his own personal play thing. My parents never wondered why he was so happy to baby-sit, thinking that he liked children but didn’t have one of his own.” A dry, grim chuckle made everyone in the room cringe.

“Well he certainly does like children. When I was six my parents sat me down and asked me if neither of them could look after me if I would like it if Orochimaru-sama would take care of me. I didn’t know any better yet. He’d already been molesting me for almost two years, I thought it was normal. I told them that he took good care of me and that I liked all the attention he gave me. They redid their wills and a month later they were dead.”

“Are you saying that he killed your parents?”

“No, he was with me the night they died but I’m sure he had something to do with it. If I’d only told them no, maybe they’d still be alive. I guess I don’t really believe that. He always gets what he wants.”

A strange sound in the room drew Kakashi’s attention to Jiraiya who looked like he was about to rip the arms of the chair off his knuckles were so white.

“Turn it off,” Tsunade ordered in a level voice. The click seemed to bring some release of pressure but that’s what set the white haired man off. The older man’s face buried in his wife’s ample chest as the blonde’s arms encircled him. She pressed a kiss to the crown of white hair and looked at Kakashi, a clear statement in her eyes.

‘Kill the bastard and make sure that poor child is safe.’

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