A Shadow Darkly

VIII

If furious was to be given a face, it would have a single piercing blue eye and a mop of silver hair. Kakashi hadn’t been gone for more than an hour before Sasuke tried (and almost succeeded) to rape Sakura. If Kyuubi hadn’t scented something malignant, Sakura wouldn’t be home now with her children and her husband. She would be in the hospital, wondering if she was pregnant with another man’s child, wondering what she would do if she was.

So, yes, Kakashi was livid.

Naruto had left Sasuke’s punishment up to him. Kakashi harboured not love nor mercy for the Uchiha – not since Sasuke had murdered Iruka. His attempted rape of Sakura was just icing on the proverbial cake. Kakashi didn’t even know what he planned to do once he retrieved Sasuke from prison. He’d think of something, probably right on the spot. He was a genius, after all.

Kakashi’s first clue of the day came in the form of several ANBU, pretending to be alert while on guard detail. They let him pass without incident only because Kakashi was radiating murderous intent like a bug zapper. He found Sasuke’s cell easy enough – it was the only one devoid of pleasantries.

“So you tried to off yourself, huh?” Kakashi asked much more calmly than he intended. Ebony black eyes looked up to meet his own blue one and Kakashi let rage consume him. The little bastard killed one of the village’s own (Kakashi’s lover!) and tried to rape another, all to try to kill himself in the end. Kakashi gestured for the cell door to be opened and stalked inside.

“Get up.”

Not waiting for compliance, Kakashi hauled Sasuke to his feet, dragging him from the cell and the prison. It was a walk of shame, mostly, but Kakashi was just too livid to even think of using a transportation jutsu. Once home, Kakashi did no even deign to speak with the obviously suicidal nukenin, rather sitting the younger man on the couch and staring at him for what seemed to be hours.

Finally, Kakashi moved.

Sasuke tried to get out of that sudden iron grip, but found himself trapped. Panic and the need to survive soon twined together, and the Uchiha barely realized his predicament until he was tossed to the hardwood floor of Kakashi’s spare room.

Sasuke relaxed a little when Kakashi made no other move, watching the older man warily as he rose to his feet. A fight then?

Suddenly Sasuke had no idea what was going on as Kakashi was just in his face, landing a solid punch to Sasuke’s diaphragm. All the air in his lungs came out in a fierce rush and it tool all of Sasuke’s strength not to double over in pain. Instead he rolled to the side, back to his feet, ready for the incoming attack. But Kakashi wasn’t there.

He wasn’t anywhere.

“How does it feel, Sasuke?” Kakashi’s voice crooned from somewhere in the darkness. “How does it feel to be truly, wholly, alone at another’s mercy?”

“Big words coming from a misanthropic psycho hiding in the shadows,” Sasuke retorted.

He couldn’t help the jump, as Kakashi suddenly materialized in his face, Sharingan exposed along with his entire face. The man’s mouth was twisted in a horrible Cheshire cat grin that sent shivers down Sasuke’s spine.

“Hiding?” Kakashi whispered. “I’m not hiding. I’m hunting.”

Sasuke didn’t even have time to react beyond widening ebony eyes as the sharp point of a kunai pierced his shoulder, the force of the blow crumpling him backwards. He had to fall lest his torso rip from his hips, and he knew instantly he’d made a foolish mistake. The kunai was driven through his shoulder, through flesh and muscle and bone, into the wood floor beneath him. Sasuke kicked up, but Kakashi caught his feet, holding both in one hand.

“You’re a stupid little bastard,” Kakashi said as if going over a lesson, “aren’t you, Sasuke? You practically wasted your entire life trying to kill your brother and you believed you could just waltz back into Konoha as if nothing happened?”

The barb hit home, as it had been intended to. Sasuke hissed as his shoulder pulled against the kunai buried there, trying to get his uninjured hand up to the weapon.

Kakashi released his legs to sit on his thighs, grabbing Sasuke’s hands. Sasuke tried to kick – and screamed as a kunai slammed through the center of his hands, pinning those to the hardwood like his shoulder.

“You like power, don’t you?” Kakashi continued, getting up now that Sasuke was paralyzed with pain. “You like having power over others. How does it feel now to be powerless?”

“Bastard!” Sasuke gasped out. “You won’t get away with this!”

Kakashi laughed as he pulled off his shirt and began to open his pants. “Of course I will. I’m Hatake Kakashi, one of the most high-ranked ninja of the village. You? You’re just Uchiha Sasuke.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened, kicking at Kakashi’s groin as the man moved to cover him. It only earned a punch to the gut, a slap to the face, and a quick punch to his eye.

“You murder Iruka. You try to rape Sakura.” Kakashi placed his hands on Sasuke’s thighs, curled his fingers in the fabric there and pulled.

This isn’t happening!

“We’ve given you chance after chance.” Kakashi said over ripping seams. “We’ve tired to be nice to you, tried to give you the opportunity for redemption. And you just shove it all back in our faces.”

Sasuke’s eyes were too wide in that dimness. Kakashi thought he saw the beginning of tears.

“Crying won’t save you now. You deserve this.”

Kakashi forced Sasuke’s legs apart, ignoring the panicked, frightened “No!” that escaped his victim. The silver-haired jounin took himself in hand, giving the flesh a few strokes to get the blood running.

“Kakashi! Don’t! No, please! I didn’t even touch her, she said so!” Sasuke yelled, skin paler than normal, voice cracking in his panic.

Red and blue met ebony. “Too late.”

Kakashi shoved in.

Skin tore, blood flowed, and Sasuke screamed.

“You want to treat people like they’re dirty, then you’ll be treated dirty. You want to threat people like they’re common whores, you’ll be treated like a common whore. But you’re not a whore, are you? Just a dumb dog needing a lesson. Just a stupid little bitch needing some discipline.”

Kakashi ignored each scream, the way Sasuke’s body wholly rejected him, tightly shut eyes and the tears. He wrapped fingers around Sasuke’s throat, silencing him.

“Look at me. Look at me, you little slut. I won’t be as lenient as Naruto.” Kakashi said into impossibly black eyes. “You will come when I call. You will obey every command. You will be my pet, understand? You are a dog, unworthy of your name. You are powerless.”

Sasuke shook his head a negative. His scream was short by the hand on his throat. Kakashi rammed harder and harder into that unwilling body, repeating himself with every thrust, driving each verbal knife deeper and deeper until he visibly saw the defiant light in Sasuke’s eyes go out.

He came hard into Sasuke’s body and somehow managed not to collapse, watching Sasuke’s eyes. Kakashi watched tears make tracks down Sasuke’s face, watched those dark eyes stare at him filled not with defiance, but fear.

For some reason, it made Kakashi ill. He pulled from Sasuke’s body, pulled out the kunais and channeled a bit of chakra to the wounds to heal them enough to there would be no scarring. There wasn’t a need for questions, especially by medics or the Hokage.

“Get a shower, puppy,” Kakashi said nonchalantly, fixing his clothes. “Then if you’re good, maybe you’ll get dinner.”