The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

A/N: HEED THE WARNINGS!
I have to say that I am quite surprised that I actually wrote a piece like this, but after seeing chapter 438, it practically wrote itself. Also, the comment at the very end about waiting for six years is me tweaking the canon time-line a little so that Naruto is over 18 in this story. Sorry people, I don't do shota.

Pissing the young man off had really been a terrible idea, come to think about it, Pein decided as he ran through the forest surrounding Konoha as fast as he could, followed closely by one extremely enraged and extremely out of control Jinchuuriki. Another wave of malicious chakra caught up with the red-head and he barely had time to try and deflect at least part of it. Even if the blow wasn’t as powerful as it would’ve been without his Shinra Tensei, it still lifted him off his feet and threw him against a tree trunk. He crashed against it, his breath knocked out of his lungs then slumped down to the ground, dazed and confused as he tried to recover. With a sheer effort of will, he managed to crawl to his feet and get up again, sensing the approach of his nemesis. He needed to move. He needed to move now, or the Jinchuuriki would rip this body to shreds. He needed to get closer to his source, to his real body, so that he could channel enough chakra in order to execute one last, desperate jutsu that would hopefully stop the juggernaut of destruction following him.

Pein took to the trees again, tearing off the last shreds of his own cloak and the shirt that was underneath, as they were already in tatters and only hampered his movement. Behind him, the Jinchuuriki let out another horrendous, inhuman roar of rage and continued to barrel through the trees. After a few minutes, there was another howl and Pein realized that it was much closer than the previous one had been. The creature was catching up with him, and fast. The red-head gritted his teeth and tried to channel more chakra into his feet, trying to move faster, but he was already moving as fast as he could, and his source was tired, much too tired, having expended a huge amount of power already.

“Just a little more.” He thought desperately “Only a little more and I’d be close enough…”

Only then there was yet another wave of chakra, and he was too tired, too distracted to deflect it. It blew him off, hurled him through the trees, and when he finally hit the ground he rolled many times over until a large rock in his path stopped his motion. The blow was so hard that it knocked Pein out for a moment and left him lying on the ground out cold.

After several minutes he slowly began to come to his senses and crawled up on all fours, trying to regain control over his shaking limbs and swimming vision. It was that infernal, guttural growl that stopped him in his tracks. The source of it was right next to him, the fiery breath of the Jinchuuriki scorching his bared skin. Blearily, Pein looked up, straight in what had used to be the face of the blond young man he had faced in the ruined village. It stared back at him, barely human anymore, covered with acidic-red chakra, his features almost indiscernable. The bones of the fox scull around it clattered ominously when the thing growled again.

Pein was not the kind of person prone to panic, but something very close to it was bubbling in him as he stared at the thing from this close. Fear closed up his throat and he slowly began to crawl backwards until his bared shoulders were pressed against the rough cool surface of the rock he had crashed into earlier. A pair of large, clawed hands pressed against the stone on both sides of his head, the sharp claws scratching against it with a sickening sound. The monstrous face came even closer.

Pein let out a sound which could only be identified as one very undignified squeak and realized that he was hyperventilating. With a desperate effort he tried to calm down and think of a plan. The thing growled again and its hot breath brushed against the man’s pale cheeks.

All thoughts of plans and ways to defend himself were forgotten, only one thing crystallizing in his mind – Konan. He prayed that his friend wouldn’t decide to come down here to his rescue. This body could, as precious as it was, as much sentimental value as it had, be sacrificed. The only one left alive of what he considered his family could not.

Back in the clearing where Nagato and Konan hid, the young woman stared at her friend, at his ruin of a body and asked:

“What’s wrong? Nagato? You look frightened.”

He shook his head and tried to school his face into a calm expression. He mustn’t worry her. Whatever the Jinchuuriki did to Yahiko’s body, he couldn’t let her know. As he had often done in the past, he cursed the inability to sever the connection to a body which hadn’t been destroyed. It looked like he would have to bear the full brunt of the creature’s wrath.

The red-head stood as still as a rock, breathing deeply, trying to control his expression and not allow his fear to show through. He was certain that the creature could smell it, the scent of raw terror and apprehension. Why wasn’t it moving? What was it waiting for?

Suddenly, the large hand struck him across the face and he would’ve flown off if it hadn’t been for the other hand to hold him down. The blow had been almost casual, hard enough to make stars dance across Pein’s vision again but not nearly hard enough to do any real damage. It struck him again, in the stomach this time, leaving him breathless and nauseated all over again.

In yet another terror-filled moment, Pein realized that the Jinchuuriki was playing with him. It could’ve ripped him apart with ease, but so far he had only been satisfied to slap him around. “Good” he thought, almost hysterically “this means I still have time – to get away, to win this battle, one way or another…”

That train of thought was interrupted by a new blow across his face, snapping his head to the other side. Pein moaned out loud this time. When the punches continued to rain on him, he tried to curl up, to protect the most vital parts of his body. He was still in one piece. He could survive this.

The large hand grabbed him by the back of his neck and pressed his face down in the dirt, immobilizing him completely. Pein was beginning to panic again – what was that thing doing?

When the Jinchuuriki reached for what was left of his clothes and began to tear them off, the red-head understood. A memory of rough hands and a greedy, drooling mouth flitted across his tired mind and the panic turned into rage. Not this. Anything but this. He began to struggle furiously, his whole body writhing in his desperate attempts to free himself. The creature growled again and punched him in the kidneys – an obvious warning to quit struggling. He stopped. Another memory had come to him, a conclusion he had reached all those years ago when Hanzou played with all three of them, until, in the end, his violation killed Yahiko and caused Nagato to snap. If he was still, if he didn’t struggle, his attacker might not hurt him as much. If he was still, and quiet, and obedient, he might survive this, and most of all, this body would not be beyond repair.

The large hand slid down Pein’s back, the claws leaving bright red gashes in their wake in the flesh. A new wave of rage coursed through Nagato, as he stayed hidden, trapped inside his prison of flesh and bone. His friend had been hurt so much already, and even if his mind was long gone, the fact that someone, something was violating him again was beyond abhorrent. He knew why the Jinchuuriki was doing this. The consciousness of the Kyuubi was ruling his actions and the Fox was a beast – primal, ruthless, savage. It saw Konoha as his property – his to ravage and destroy. And in the process of trying to capture him, Pein had encroached on that territory. What the Kyuubi was about to do was an act of dominance, of putting what it saw as a lesser being in his place, of punishing him for daring to challenge him in his own domain.

The Jinchuuriki straddled Pein’s narrow hips, the bones of the of the fox skeleton around him rattling again, and then he mounted him like he would a female. Pein tried to scream as red-hot chakra-covered girth forced its way into his body, but his mouth was immediately filled with dirt, his cry of fear and agony muffled and hollow. His hands dug in the grass, looking for something to hold onto while his body was viciously assaulted.

Not so far away from them, Nagato turned to Konan, his eyes full of rage and madness and sorrow:

“We need to move.” He said, his voice a barely controlled whisper.

“Move where?”

“Towards Pein. We need to get closer. He’s trapped.”

She didn’t ask. She never did.

The Jinchuuriki didn’t allow him even a moment to get used to the vicious intrusion and began to move immediately, thrusting roughly into his prone, unresisting form. Despite his efforts, the red-head couldn’t help but groan softly through his gritted teeth each time he was impaled on the violating length. His mind went blank, overwhelmed by the combination of the reality of the situation and the memories of the same violence done both to him and Yahiko years ago. He had promised himself that it would never happen again, that he would never allow anyone to touch either of them like that again, and he had failed.

It seemed like a whole eternity before the beast on top of him was finished and its burning essence was poured in his abused body. It slowly withdrew, a deep, purring growl emitting contentedly from its chest. Pein was lying on the ground, completely motionless save from the faint trembling of his limbs and the tears that ran down his bruised and dirt-covered cheeks. Funny, he didn’t realize he had any tears left in him.

As despair threatened to overwhelm him, and he began to give up, the red-head felt Nagato’s presence, much closer than it had originally been. Close enough to allow him to execute the Chibaku Tensei.

It had been over six long years since his agents had first found the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki. The Fox was the last of the Bijuu, the last obstacle that stood in the path of realizing his dream. He wasn’t going to give up now.