Devil's Own

Hiyaa! Ogenki desu ka, minna-san?
Sorry ‘bout the wait….uhmmm…you see, aside from having writer’s block, am also busy looking for a next job. I’m saving money so I could go back to college and hopefully finish my study. But rest assured, I’m going to finish this story (actually, I’m almost finish, just have type it and revise some scenes). I hope you stick ‘til the end.

Enuff chat. Part VII is up!

On to the story……


Devil’s Own

Disclaimers: Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers applied. Naruto and all its characters belong to their rightful owners. This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment only. So, please don’t sue me.

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Part VII
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Gray clouds filled the heaven its shadows gloomed over the Oyabun’s estate casting the sunlight away. Like a bad omen from a prophecy, it sent a sinking feeling towards a certain blue eyed blonde. Then the heaven began to cry soaking the earth, heavy droplets of rain beat against the rooftops with madness. A flash of lighting cut through the dark sky followed by a deafening roaring thunder. Naruto shivered.

He hadn’t heard Ino entered the entertainment room, the older teen watched him momentarily as he leaned his head against the glass of the sliding door that led to the wrap around porch and breathed a heavy sigh.

Sad smile crossed her feature as she put down the tray of snack she was carrying on the coffee table. She walked over to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder; the boy gave a startled gasp.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s just me.” She said gently, calming the blonde.

“Ino.” Naruto whined, “Don’t scare me like that. Shees, my lifespan has been decreased by fifty years and its all because of you.”

“Don’t worry. You still got twenty more years to live.” The blonde girl just laughed at the accusatory glare of her blue eyed friend. At least the younger teen was back to his normal self again…well, almost. “C’mon. I brought you your favorite.”

She smiled at the simplicity of the younger teen before her. It just took a few bowls of his favorite ramen to sway him away from somber mood, even for awhile.

Remembering something, “Hey, have you heard the news?” she asked.

Looking up, “What news?” Naruto replied through mouthful of noodles.

“Jiraiya-sama ran around their house screaming last night then the Oyabuns held an immediate meeting.” She said,”Something funny is going on.”

The door suddenly opened, cutting their conversation. An unusual grim Sai entered the room and told that the Uchiha wanted to see him immediately.
“What’s wrong?” the blonde asked as they walked to the front of the house.

“I don’t know. Last night we found half of Jiraiya-sama’s men were murdered. The funny thing is no one alarmed us. All of us suspects of inside job. We found the culprits when we raided the surrounding area. Though they were outnumbered some of them escaped in the dark and we spent the rest of the night looking for them. This morning Itachi-sama came to Tokyo and they have breakfast together. When he told me to fetch you he was angrier than ever.”

Naruto silently wondered what Itachi could have told him. Was it that he said that he loved him, wanted to be with him or wanted them to flee together?

Before Sai opened the door, “Maybe you shouldn’t go,” he said. “Hide somewhere and I’ll tell him I couldn’t find you; I’ll come and get you when he calms down.”

The boy’s suggestion appealed to him, but he knew there would be no hiding. “That will only get you to trouble, Sai.”

“It’s alright. I’ll gladly take my lumps for you.”

“No, that’s not acceptable. He’s very capable to have you flogged.”


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The drive to Tokyo was eerily silent. Every minute they came closer to their destination, the more anxious he become. When they arrived at the building, a familiar unhealthy feeling crept to him and swallowed his being, a sense of foreboding that started in the pit of his stomach threatened to burn him whole, a feeling that always associated with Uchiha Sasuke known as fear.

Sai left him in the Oyabun’s floor that was oddly empty and as he approached the door, he heard Itachi’s voice, “For Kami’s sake, Sasuke! He’s just a scared little boy. If you treated him half-way decently, you would have him eating at the palm of your hand by now.”

The younger Uchiha’s irate voice boomed through the door, “Don’t ****ing tell me how to treat him. I’ll treat him anyway I damn please. I thought we’ve been through this and you have nothing to do with him. Have you changed your mind? What ****ing emotions you feel for him?”

“For a twenty-six year old grown man, you act like a five year-old spoiled brat, otouto.” Itachi said exasperated. “He’s a nice boy and I like him. So do you, although you’re too bullheaded to admit it. He’s not one of your men you can flog into submission. In this kind of mood, you’ll scare him into trying to dig his way away from here.”

Before Naruto could turn and find a suitable hiding place, the door chimed open. The older Uchiha was surprised to see him but smiled and gently said, “Don’t worry, Naru-chan, no one can stay angry with you for too long. Now, try to smile.”

Sasuke saw him in the doorway, caught him by the arm and threw him inside the room. He landed with a loud thud; he quickly got up and scrambled into the farthest corner of the room.

As the door unceremoniously slammed the blonde teen fell on his knees against a corner. The older male stood in the middle of the room intimidatingly as he looked at the huddled figure of the young teen in the corner.

“Get up.” He commanded.

The blonde whimpered then slowly stood up, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Don’t just stand there!” Sasuke’s voice boomed, “Take those clothes off!”

Naruto hesitated but glancing at the anger in his eyes, he suppressed a sob, turned his back and pulled the shirt over his head. As he stepped out of his last clothing, the raven haired male grabbed at his waist and pulled him hard against him. His mouth was as impatient as his movements and he knew resistance would only end in pain.

He closed his eyes as he draped him on the armrest of the couch, his hand and mouth scorching and bruising every inch of his trembling body. Anger and lust driven the younger Uchiha almost into insanity, teeth and nails nipped and scratched the boy’s lithe form. In his anger he had forgotten to prepare the teen and took him violently.

He bolnde’s cry of pain startled them both; wanting to pacify the older male’s anger he buried his face on the leather couch to muffle his cries of protests. The raven haired was caught up in his raging emotions that he forgot to put in mind the other’s predicament. He wanted to pull away but it’s too late to back off now, forcing him to ignore the muffled sobs, he pumped themselves into completion.

After a while, the Oyabun gathered the teen in his arms and carried him to the bedroom. They lay on the bed, the blonde lying on his side facing away the Uchiha, his soft sobbing adorned with occasional hiccups clearly audible in the room.

Sasuke raised himself on one elbow and looked down at him, much of the anger in his eyes gone, “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

He shook his head no but tears rimmed his eyes. The raven wrapped his free hand around his stomach and pulled him closer. Strong fingers outlined the contours of his body, from his hips to his face and rested on his jaw. Naruto turned to face him, the older male brought back his hand on his face, lifting his face to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing the boy’s lips.
Placing his hand on top of the Uchiha’s, cerulean eyes acted bravely and looked straight to the black void, “What did I do wrong?” he asked. “Why are you so mad at me?”

He held him close and put his chin on top of his golden head, “Dobe…,” he began softly but stopped himself. Along silence filled the room, the Uchiha stared at nothing contemplating whether to confide to the other person in the room or not. He heaved a deep breathe then sighed, “I had a nasty time last night but I shouldn’t take that out on you. Although knowing you are just a phone call away but couldn’t hold you then having you here and watched you undress was more than I can handle…I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Sasuke pulled the sheet over them, he stroked the boy’s hair and Naruto relaxed under his gentle caress but his eyes held the turmoil of the present. His emotions were in chaos, like a small boat over unstable waters. As the angry bits of the rain violently beat against the window glass, he knew that the storm wasn’t there to pass, it’s there to stay.

The raven haired eyes were distant as he continued to stroke his hair. Another silence filled the room. He sat up on the bed and pulled the teen to rest at his chest. He sighed wearily breaking the silence. “You will not going to visit Jiraiya anymore,” he said.

Starled, Naruto struggled to look at him but strong arms kept him against a hard chest. He can’t believe what he just heard. “Why?” he asked.

“I found out last night that he was being poisoned and by who…,” he paused, his grip tightening around the blonde’s shoulder, he was desperately trying to keep his emotions in check. He was startled when the boy he unknowingly crushing whimpered. “Stay away from Sakura. She blames you for everything. You brought back the memories of Arashi that pushed Jiraiya completely over the edge of insanity. She wasn’t exactly fond of you anyway.”

“Who’s Arashi?” Naruto asked quiet curiosity.

Sasuke hesitated, debating whether to tell him or not. “He’s Jiraiya’s only son,” he said. “A good friend of mine.” The last comment was said more to himself.

Naruto looked up at him, staring at his face but couldn’t read the passing emotion there, or lack of, except for his hardened eyes.

“There was an agreement made last night. All the Oyabuns agreed to maintain the status quo as a workable system. My brother Itachi, Gaara of Suna district and I will assume Jiraiya’s powers. I offered my position to Tsunade but the blasted woman refused.” He sighed then continued, “And there is Sakura, she sees herself as the heir of Jiraiya even though there’s no written will or at least adoption papers making her a legal child. She takes the old man’s fortune and it does give her a base of power. She sought to consolidate it by offering herself to either of us. Both my brother and Gaara refused.”

“Herself?” the meaning was so slow to come to the boy or he refused to acknowledge it.
“In marriage of course, I was supposed to get rid of you before marrying her. She hinted that she wanted you to be a slave but I doubt if she could be satisfied with that.”

The proposal! Naruto felt himself go numbed. Of course it was logical, sickeningly logical. It would hold the swarm of scum they called brotherhood and protect Jiraiya. Why shouldn’t he keep Sakura as nominal wife? She could satisfy his physical needs well enough. And him? He’s just a passing entertainment that could be easily discarded any moment.

“She’s too much under the influence of Orochimaru,” he continued, unaware of the blonde’s emotional turmoil. “With Jiraiya’s money and Orochimaru’s influence…Damn, I can’t let them have so much power.”

“Will you marry her?” he asked weakly, his voice sounded helpless. Pathetic.

Sasuke looked at him, searching his face for uncertainty and insecurity, “You’re a silly child.” He laughed.

“Children grow, you know.”

“Yes, but right now, you’re still a child,” he answered, then engaged him in a deep searing kiss. This time he was considerate and had him slowly and carefully. Sasuke kissed him softly when he left the building at morning the nest day with unsettling feeling and unanswered question.


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Sai waited for him to arrive. Naruto held his tears until they reached the protective foliage of the Oyabun’s room. Then the floodgate opened. The raven haired boy’s went around him timidly at first then wrapped around him protectively. He held him until he stopped crying then bid him to rest.

The rain hadn’t stop and it poured more ferociously that night. Red eyes and elongated claws reached for him as he ran as fast as he could away from the demons led by Sakura. Pushing his weakened knees to its limits he kept running until he stopped at a cliff, a man was standing at the end of the cliff. Sasuke! Surely he would help him. He ran towards him just as he was about to grab his hand powerful claw grasped at his foot and pulled him towards a mouthful of sharp teeth. He screamed for help and clawed at the moistened earth but Sasuke just stood there looking at him. A woman with pink hair walked over to him, with an evil smile, she handed him an axe. Sasuke walked over to him, stood over him, he raised the axe and brought it down.

“AAAHHHHHH!” Naruto screamed.

He bolted upright of sweat dripping down on the side of his face. His right hand clutched at the pajama top covering his chest, trying to calm his raging heartbeats. The pink haired woman’s sinister laughs still echoed in his mind. He had to get off this place. How?

Suddenly it came to him. Sai. Sai was fond of him and seemed disturbed by Sasuke’s behavior towards him. Maybe he could convince him to help him. But how could they leave the Uchiha estate? He mulled the question over and over in his mind until he remembered something. The Uchiha mentioned escape routes in the woods in case of emergency. Sai lived here long enough surely he knew about them. All he had to do was convince him.

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Sai walked the corridors to his master’s office. He knew the rumors about the older Uchiha and his blue eyed friend was true. Well, it depended on who they were heard from but dismissed it with utter nonsense, unlike the younger Uchiha. In every action there’s a possible reaction, surely Naruto had his reasons for it. After the Oyabun sent for Naruto, he went straight to him to comfort him about his humiliation at Sasuke’s hands.

The chase after the traitorous crew was the beginning of an endless nightmare. When they caught them the slaughter that followed was horrifying. The night was filled with bloody, yelling and dying men. After the mass killing, Sai leaned against a corner of that alley and emptied his stomach’s contents.

“I’m sorry, Sasuke-sama,” he rasped. “Please give me another chance. I’ll get use to it. I promise.”

“Sai,” Sasuke called, “if ever you got used to killing you would be a better yakuza than me,” he laughed coldly then grew into seriousness, “I was just sixteen when I first killed a man and it still bothers me,” he said.

The boy was comforted by those words but feared and knew in his heart that he would never be a willing murderer.

Sai wrestled with his problems and growing concern for his friend. Surely, there must be something he missed, some simple misunderstanding. Battling with his emotions he resolved to talk to his master about the blonde’s unhappiness. Even if the yakuza had him beaten for his presumptuousness, it would worth the try.

He knocked on the door cautiously almost hoping that no one would answer. His heart sank when a voice told him to enter.

“Sasuke-sama,” he began, “I hope I’m not being impertinent, but I would like to speak to you about Naruto-san. He’s terribly frightened and unhappy.”

The Oyabun glared, almost in a frightening manner, but Sai stood his ground. “I thought I sent him a friend in you, not a hero. I will not discuss him with you. If he is frightened that is because I intend him to be. You may go now.” Sasuke said dismissively.

The Oyabun surely knew how to dissolve someone’s resolve. Feeling intimidated and miserable, Sai started for the door when Sasuke called him back. When he turned the yakuza’s demeanor softened for some reason. “Come back here, Sai.” He said. Sasuke looked at the boy as he walked back; he had liked the boy since he met him and always complimented him for his every progress. “Sit down,” he said then continued after the boy was seated, “Do you like Naruto?”

Sai was taken aback at the forwardness of the question, “Yes,” he answered truthfully. When an elegant brow rose questioningly, “Only as a friend,” he quickly added. “I could never aspire…”

“Of course,” Sasuke cut off, “I’m glad you’re his friend. I intended that too.” He finished in a mild tone, though; his meaning was clear as crystal and as sharp as a double-edge sword.

The message was sent across blocking any brewing arguments in Sai’s mind. He bowed his head defeated. Seeing the sullen look of the boy, “Perhaps, I was a little harsh with him, but it was for his own good,” he said, “Naruto is like a child. One has to scare him for his own good.”

Sai nodded as Sasuke continued, “I know you only have Naruto’s best interest and I trust you. Help me protect him.”

Sai was overjoyed. In just a few words the Oyabun had set everything straight. Before he go, “I’ve notice your facility with weapons. You get acquainted with them easily. Would you like us to work on your aim? I’ll train you.” He offered.

Sai nodded eagerly. He was very delighted. His master had not only restored the boy’s faith in him but heightened his self-esteem by personally offering to train him first hand. All his concerns had been for naught. The incident with the pink haired woman must have been an aberration, the reflection of the yakuza’s actions in his indignation at Naruto’s actions.

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The storm had finally passed but the eerie aura left still hung in the air. Days passed after his stay at the Uchiha’s flat, Sasuke hadn’t call for him since. He heard that Sakura stayed with him and it brought a painful sting in his heart. Sai was no better; he tried to restore his trust in Sasuke, saying that the man only had his best interest at heart. Sure, he thought sarcastically.

Sai lecturing about his never-to-be-repeated stupidity made him want to blow his top, but he restrained himself. Sai was a vital link to his freedom. If he wanted to get off this damned place safely and in one piece, he must treat him nicely.

Naruto was furious when the Uchiha sent for the boy and he hadn’t seen him for three days. It was as if Sasuke had read his mind and made Sai his ally before he could. If the teme wanted a battle of wits and wills for the raven haired boy’s loyalty, so be it, he thought resolutely.

Naruto smiled to himself as he thought of the competition ahead. It would take time, but surely he could win. He must work calculatedly and treat him well until his fondness of him altered his loyalty to the Oyabun even if it took him to use his charm and body as collateral. He wasn’t that innocent anymore, anyway.

No, scratch that. It would be unfair to Sai, he liked and loved him like a brother and he didn’t want him to get hurt. Well, unless it was absolutely necessary and he needed to turn to drastic measure.

As he and Sai spent more time together, he saw the increasing adoration in the raven haired boy’s eyes. Although, Sai could never admit to himself, his affection for him had gone deeper. Though, it counted as points for him, it disturbed him. He didn’t want to hurt him but he reluctantly realized that Sai’s increasing affection for him was another key to freedom. If the boy believed that Sasuke mistreated him, it could turn the boy against him. Naruto knew his method was wrong, but the world he was in taught him how to play dirty.

He sighed wearily. Both solution and consequence to his escape plan would lead to one and only aftermath: Sai would surely get hurt; physically and emotionally. He didn’t really want to hurt than he wanted to use him for his own ends and made him his sacrificial lamb, but if he didn’t get away from here, he would lose the will to ever will. And besides, he was doing this also for Sai. He’s not fitted to be a yakuza.

If anything that was consolation to him was the fact that both he and the raven haired boy were pawns in this world of hellhole; if he was the hostage to the staggering emotion that shook the very core of his being that made him want to stay in Sasuke’s arms and be lost forever in the overwhelming sensations he had experienced in his every caress, Sai would become the pawn in the struggle between him and the living inferno he was desperately wanted to flee from, he tangled himself with.

A/N: Please review!