Let Them Scream
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,135
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own/make the anime/manga Naruto, the characters, nor do i make any money from this Fanfiction. Its merely a fanfiction. nothing else.
Let Them Scream
It was pain.
There was always pain.
Nothing else.
Why?
“This is your fault, you know.” A raspy voice called out from behind him. “Your fault. You. Yes… You make me do this…” his insane ramblings of why he did this, over and over and over.
Why?
I thought you loved me. I’m supposed to be loved, right?
You hate me. Despise me. Kill me.
The man began to sing a tuneless lullaby.
“Hush now, don’t cry. Monsters don’t die. Little monster, pain and pain, you will feel it all. Suffer as I. Hush now don’t cry, little monsters will die…” He hummed on, the tune haunting. Metal on metal sounds grated upon his ears. He was bending the wires, making the right shape.
He moved, slowly, gently, as to not spook and irritate the old man. His arms were numb from the pain, the cold. His shirtless body was almost blue tinted, and he still said nothing. His back was to the dark room, and his front was against the cold brick wall, arms chained above him in such a way that the balls of his feet were the only things touching the slimy floor.
Pain. Always pain.
“I can’t kill you.” He chuckled, the sound grating in his throat. “They won’t let me. But they didn’t say I couldn’t show the rest of the word…”
Straining his ears, he couldn’t hear what was happening, but the metal twisting had stopped. Why? What was the plan?
“I will show anyone.. no....” He snapped his attention back to the old man, “Everyone that you are a monster, the monster, nightmare in the dreams, a disgusting freak of nature that should never have been born!”
He tensed slightly, his frail body waiting. And he wasn’t disappointed.
The whip snapped down, hitting the tender skin of his back, slicing it open. Rivulets of blood poured freely from them as the lashing continued. On and on. Pain and pain. More…
He gritted his teeth, willing it to stop.
Why?
He heard panting from behind him, and the whipping stopped. His savior was the fact that the man was old. Old enough to get winded after only 15 minutes of lashings. Years ago he would have gone on longer. Time. His friend and enemy.
“Monsters deserve what they get. They get what they deserve. Yes. Deserve. You deserve. You are a monster. Monster…” He had learned long ago not to argue. To tell him that he wasn’t a monster!
He learned quickly that brought more pain. So much more. Monsters don’t speak. Can’t be heard. Aren’t seen…
There was scraping behind him, the fireplace glowing a little brighter.
It was sudden. Unexpected.
Pain.
Like never before.
Pain…
Pain.
PAIN.
PAIN!
Burning, white hot, chills, pain!
The man had grabbed him, turned him, and rammed a branding iron over his belly.
His flesh sizzled and popped, burned white hot but cold. And for the first time in years, he screamed.
The man withdrew, leaving him sagging in the chains, Humming that damn lullaby. He grabbed a handful of some kind of powdered charcoal that had been made into a paste and rubbed it over the newly burned flesh, dying it a black color.
“Always know. People will always know. You are the monster. A monster!”
…………..
……………
“…uto… Naruto… Naruto! Damnet Dobe, wake the hell up!”
Blue eyes snapped open, to stare into black onyx.
That dream. That…memory. Why now, of all times?
“What?” He snapped defensively.
“You were screaming in your sleep, moron.” Sasuke scowled at him and backed out of his personal space.
“I…I was?” He bit his bottom lip nervously. Sasuke nodded. “Sorry.” He whispered. Sasuke looked slightly shocked at the subdued apology.
“What was it?” He prodded. Not much made the dobe scared, but this obviously did.
“What?” Blue looked at black and then back down to the shirt hanging over his body. He played with the hem, wondering if he could tell Sasuke now… now that they were… dating.
“Whatever the hell it was you were dreaming of. You know. The thing that scared you shitless and made you cry like…” He stopped when a warm hand was placed on his, blue eyes looking into his. Sad, imploring eyes.
“I think it’s about time… I tell you about my adopted father, Sasuke.”
______________________
So clarification.
After Naruto's dad died, he was adopted by a demented old-timer who tortured him for years. Time finally killed him, and he escaped.
....
Yeah.
So... thats how he got the mark on his stomach.
Shakes tin can labeled 'reviews'... or food. either way.
Fly away on the wings of your Loveless Angel.
There was always pain.
Nothing else.
Why?
“This is your fault, you know.” A raspy voice called out from behind him. “Your fault. You. Yes… You make me do this…” his insane ramblings of why he did this, over and over and over.
Why?
I thought you loved me. I’m supposed to be loved, right?
You hate me. Despise me. Kill me.
The man began to sing a tuneless lullaby.
“Hush now, don’t cry. Monsters don’t die. Little monster, pain and pain, you will feel it all. Suffer as I. Hush now don’t cry, little monsters will die…” He hummed on, the tune haunting. Metal on metal sounds grated upon his ears. He was bending the wires, making the right shape.
He moved, slowly, gently, as to not spook and irritate the old man. His arms were numb from the pain, the cold. His shirtless body was almost blue tinted, and he still said nothing. His back was to the dark room, and his front was against the cold brick wall, arms chained above him in such a way that the balls of his feet were the only things touching the slimy floor.
Pain. Always pain.
“I can’t kill you.” He chuckled, the sound grating in his throat. “They won’t let me. But they didn’t say I couldn’t show the rest of the word…”
Straining his ears, he couldn’t hear what was happening, but the metal twisting had stopped. Why? What was the plan?
“I will show anyone.. no....” He snapped his attention back to the old man, “Everyone that you are a monster, the monster, nightmare in the dreams, a disgusting freak of nature that should never have been born!”
He tensed slightly, his frail body waiting. And he wasn’t disappointed.
The whip snapped down, hitting the tender skin of his back, slicing it open. Rivulets of blood poured freely from them as the lashing continued. On and on. Pain and pain. More…
He gritted his teeth, willing it to stop.
Why?
He heard panting from behind him, and the whipping stopped. His savior was the fact that the man was old. Old enough to get winded after only 15 minutes of lashings. Years ago he would have gone on longer. Time. His friend and enemy.
“Monsters deserve what they get. They get what they deserve. Yes. Deserve. You deserve. You are a monster. Monster…” He had learned long ago not to argue. To tell him that he wasn’t a monster!
He learned quickly that brought more pain. So much more. Monsters don’t speak. Can’t be heard. Aren’t seen…
There was scraping behind him, the fireplace glowing a little brighter.
It was sudden. Unexpected.
Pain.
Like never before.
Pain…
Pain.
PAIN.
PAIN!
Burning, white hot, chills, pain!
The man had grabbed him, turned him, and rammed a branding iron over his belly.
His flesh sizzled and popped, burned white hot but cold. And for the first time in years, he screamed.
The man withdrew, leaving him sagging in the chains, Humming that damn lullaby. He grabbed a handful of some kind of powdered charcoal that had been made into a paste and rubbed it over the newly burned flesh, dying it a black color.
“Always know. People will always know. You are the monster. A monster!”
…………..
……………
“…uto… Naruto… Naruto! Damnet Dobe, wake the hell up!”
Blue eyes snapped open, to stare into black onyx.
That dream. That…memory. Why now, of all times?
“What?” He snapped defensively.
“You were screaming in your sleep, moron.” Sasuke scowled at him and backed out of his personal space.
“I…I was?” He bit his bottom lip nervously. Sasuke nodded. “Sorry.” He whispered. Sasuke looked slightly shocked at the subdued apology.
“What was it?” He prodded. Not much made the dobe scared, but this obviously did.
“What?” Blue looked at black and then back down to the shirt hanging over his body. He played with the hem, wondering if he could tell Sasuke now… now that they were… dating.
“Whatever the hell it was you were dreaming of. You know. The thing that scared you shitless and made you cry like…” He stopped when a warm hand was placed on his, blue eyes looking into his. Sad, imploring eyes.
“I think it’s about time… I tell you about my adopted father, Sasuke.”
______________________
So clarification.
After Naruto's dad died, he was adopted by a demented old-timer who tortured him for years. Time finally killed him, and he escaped.
....
Yeah.
So... thats how he got the mark on his stomach.
Shakes tin can labeled 'reviews'... or food. either way.
Fly away on the wings of your Loveless Angel.