Breath

I was really needing a break from writting Bond of the Red Wolf

To be honest, I've been working on the 14th chapter for the last week or so and I'm not happy with it just yet...

So to kill some random writters block I did this!


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Pain was what awoke him.

His eyes burned as he slowly blinked them; the vibrant blue was almost lost in a sea of bloodshot red.

His clothing had been ripped to pieces by furious hands and now hung off his thin form in scraps. Small cuts and scrapes from kunai and sharp nails littered his broken form. His golden skin was now pale and painted with bruises and blood.

All of them courtesy of Uchiha Itachi during their last meeting.

Pain shot through his fragile looking body, muscles hardened by years of training screaming in protest to the foreign objects holding him prone. His own kunai had been stabbed through his wrists and were now deeply embedded into the stone alter he lay on.

Blind panic coursed through him for a moment before he regained his composure. There was no way he was going to get out this one and he doubted that there was a rescue coming for him. There was no point in panicking; all it would do is exhaust him.

No one would notice that he was missing, not for a couple of days at least, he had made sure of that before he left to look for Sasuke.

The night air whispered through the dim cave, it glided over him, cool and calm like a caress from a forgotten lover. Not that he could really tell, his so-called lover had never been this soft with him.

He could see those cold black eyes he both loved and hated framed by a pale china doll face and silky black hair. He could feel those skilled fingers roving over his stilled form. The bastard must have an icicle shoved up his ass, because his skin always felt cool to the touch. His smile, that sweet sinfully mouth kissing its way down his golden torso, biting down on tight nipples. Slowly they trailed lower, licking and nibbling down taunt abs until they reached a patch of sun-bright curls.

Closing his burning eyes for a moment he could almost feel the leather cuffs that had held him still and had ultimately been his downfall.

He could hear chanting now. It echoed through the small room in the cave he had been dragged to in chakra absorbing chains. Distantly he could still feel them on his body, cold and unforgiving.

Just like he had slowly become.

The fool. That cheerful loud idiot that the village thought he was, he never really existed. It had all been a mask for him to hide behind.

If not for the facade he might have become like the old Gaara or worse.

He could have given in to the madness. To an extent he had, not that you would really notice. No, none of them would see it. The slight shift in the way he carried himself, a certain glint in azure eyes.

Would they even care?

New pain roared over his broken form as the ceremony continued around him. The echoing voices loud and clear as he listened. He would not scream in pain as he wanted to, no, that he would not do.

He would not give these murdering, life destroying bastards the satisfaction of seeing him like that. He would not break for them because they were nothing but a drop in the sea of pain he had been exposed to in his nineteen long years of life.

He had not broken for Konoha.

He would not break for Akatsuki.

To his side he could see the other Uchiha watching him with burning red eyes, the left side of that once handsome face was now criss-crossed with claw scars. His parting gift had had laughed as he was bound.

It was no wonder that Itachi had totally lost his cool with the fox-container.

A loud rumbling made Naruto open his eyes; the statue holding the other eight demons had risen to his other side. Slowly it began to glow with power.

It would all be over soon.

Calmly he closed his eyes as yet another blast of pain roared through him and this time he could not stop the tiny whimper passing his bloody lips.

He could feel the smiles on the faces of the remaining Akatsuki as they watched the troublemaker’s last moments and their final victory.

Within him he could feel the fox crash against the bars of its cage, long claws ripping and tearing, deadly fangs biting, but over it all was the bitter stench of defeat.

The fox had finally given in and to the waiting blond, and that meant one thing.


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The world of his mind was crumbling to pieces. Burst and broken pipes littered the flooding corridors and rooms. He ignored it all.

The fox’s room was dimmer then usual; the heavy scent of demonic chakra and fur was more potent then usual.

Crossing golden arms over a firm chest he waited. It did not take long for the beast to notice him.

“Your answer?” He asked the animal in a dark voice.

Snarling the beast leapt at the cage bars that held firm once again before snorting in disgust.

“It seems I have no choice brat.”

A soft chuckle echoed through the room as the blond smiled up at the bane of his existence.

“No it seems that you do not.”

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