Monsters

Monsters

Written by Bligy

Sasuke and Naruto

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Notes

Summary:
Some gifts are better left unwrapped. When Sasuke takes Naruto to Orochimaru, he begins a series of events that will rock the foundation of both their worlds. Monsters aren't born, they're made, and some monsters are made more dangerous than others.

Time Period:
After the fight at the Battle at the Valley of End at the conclusion of series one of Naruto.

Spoilers:
Up to the end of series one of Naruto and spoilers for Sasuke and Naruto's abilities during Shippuden. This story very loosely follows some of the Shippuden storyline (Akatasuki; Itachi's past; the new characters introduced), but most Shippuden spoilers won't come for a very long while.

Warnings:
Dark themes; non-consensual sex; swearing; torture

Pairings:
As far as romance goes, there are no pairings in the main light. There will be moments of SasuNaru/Kyuubi!NaruSasu and there are brief moments of unpleasant OroSasu. Not all pairings are yaoi. As of current, there are no other pairings planned.

General:
This is unbetaed. Any mistakes are my own. Please point out anything spelling-wise. If there are grammatical errors, I probably already know about them and couldn't think of a way to fix them without disturbing the meaning of the story. Thanks for reading!

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The punch hadn’t been unexpected, it hadn’t come out of the blue and it wasn’t without a helluvalot of warrant. Still, it rang unpleasantly through his already-beaten body and incurred a sort of mirthful hatred in him that he’d felt so many times over the past few hours.

When he flew back and his head cracked against the edge of the dungeon’s walls, sending spots against his vision and his world swimming, he had to decide whether to start laughing hysterically or crying. Either way, he wouldn’t be stopping for awhile.

He’d come, he’d grandstanded, he’d brought a… gift.

“Bastard! Where the hell are we!?”

A gift indeed, and Orochimaru had been pleased.

Said gift was now chained to the floor with shackles, but apparently not handcuffs – as his bruised face now gave testament to. The fact that the blond couldn’t dive forward and punch him again was probably the only reason an all-out brawl hadn’t started.

“Where do you think… dobe?” he added the last word as an afterthought, but it only served to drive the hysteria farther into his system. All things considered, he felt that he was doing admirably at not losing his mind entirely.

“You… We…”

The words were said with a sort of choked shock that Sasuke could rightfully admit he’d felt himself the moment he’d made his decision. No… he wouldn’t be like Itachi – he wouldn’t be like him at all. He was an avenger, yes, but no one ever said an avenger’s path had to be alone… it was only implied.

When he finally opened his eyes, the spots receding enough that he could actually make out the blond tied firmly to the ground a few feet in front of him, he couldn’t help the smirk that blossomed onto his face.

The orange-clad prisoner before him was irate and it made the situation all that more funny. The stammering mouth, the wide blue eyes, the body that was wrapped so tightly in bandages that he resembled more of mummy than a ninja: Naruto finally looked defeated. The thought shot a tingle of happiness down his spine. Someone was finally putting Naruto in his place, and that someone was him.

At least, he thought as he rose, the idiot got to retain his favorite colour in clothing.

“Why… why did… Sasuke?” the last word was spoken with such hope that it grated on the raven’s nerves and shot his happiness and crying all to hell. The hysteria shrank back in the face of rage. How!? Naruto wasn’t defeated? He still had hope? He still thought that maybe Sasuke wasn’t the bad guy?

“What?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and activating his sharingan, which gave him an instant headache. Even with his semi-recovering time, he hadn’t managed to get all his chakra back and any small usage could cause pain. He didn’t show the anger on his face at first, instead advancing on the blond, who didn’t shrink back and retained that brutally annoying look of expectation on his face.

“Naruto,” he shrank to his knees just out of arm’s reach from where his friend was sitting, so open, so trusting even after their last battle. “I can’t beat you, can I?”

The hope flickered in those eyes, blue clouding over with confusion, but he still didn’t move, didn’t object when Sasuke reached out and pressed a hand against the smaller boy’s chest. He traced the circle of almost-healed flesh there, and couldn’t help the small smile at the look of horror on Naruto’s face.

“You… you… Sasuke, please, don’t. We can go back, just let me go!” the blond pleaded, reaching out desperately and snatching a hold of one of Sasuke’s hands.

The raven looked down at the tanned appendage with distaste. Naruto still had blood under his fingernails, probably a healthy mixture from both of them.

“Sasuke,” Naruto begged again, his other hand shooting out to capture Sasuke’s other wrist and they sat there for a few seconds, but it felt like eternity.

How could the blond idiot be so goddamned trusting? Sasuke had beaten him within an inch of his life with the promise of killing him… oh.

“I didn’t kill you,” Sasuke finally said, not even realizing he’d said it aloud.

“What?” the blond asked, the tanned hand’s grip on his wrist increasing to the point that it was painful.

“That’s why you think I care,” Sasuke stated, lifting sharingan eyes to pin Naruto to the floor. The blond’s eyes flickered a bit, and then returned to their normal determined snarl.

“That’s right. You didn’t kill me!” he barked, as though this was the point that he’d been trying to prove all along. Sasuke had a feeling that the idiot hadn’t actually realized this important factor until Sasuke had pointed it out. That meant that Naruto truly had that much trust for him… for no reason.

“How is it that you can be such an idiot? We knew each other for barely a year and yet you were willing to kill yourself to ‘save’ me,” he stated, shaking his head and shoving the blond off him. He wrenched the hands off his wrists and used the extra momentum to fling the idiot a few more feet back. Naruto hit the ground painfully, unable to guard himself. He turned around almost instantly, like a trapped animal – desperate and panicked. Sasuke was enjoying this side of Naruto.

“Why did you bring me here!?” the blond demanded, his eyes flickering everywhere now that they weren’t solely directed at his ‘rival’. Sasuke watched their movements, from the crates stacked at the back of the room to the low ceiling, to the door that was locked from both sides, to the lack of windows – and thus escape options – and then down to the ring in which two very solid shackles were attached to the boy himself.

Sasuke didn’t bother to answer. Naruto would come up with his own idiotic reasons sooner or later, regardless of what he attempted to tell him. If it weren’t for the fact that he doubted the blond was intelligent enough to pull it off, he’d have sworn the idiot was a compulsive liar.

“Why can’t I use chakra?” was the next question directed at him.

“The chains,” was the vague and almost non-existent answer that Sasuke responded with. They were specially built by Kabuto to offer only enough chakra required to live – and perhaps in Naruto’s case, heal – but not enough to actually mold and use as a weapon. It was one of many little tricks he’d learnt about in his short time there.

“How long have we been here?” the blond asked, his voice still shrill and almost-panicked. At least he wasn’t stupidly confident.

“Three days,” Sasuke answered again, guessing that there probably wasn’t any harm in it.

“Time is up, Sasuke-kun,” Kabuto announced as he entered the room. The man had a bag with him that was undoubtedly filled with nasty objects that he’d rather not think of.

He looked at Naruto one last time and saw the blue eyes – rapidly turning red – narrow in hatred.

“YOU!” the blond screamed and a sudden blast of red chakra filled the room, despite the chains.

Sasuke moved before he even realized he was doing it and delivered a firm chop to the back of Naruto’s head that made the blond crumple slowly. Blue eyes stared up at him as he fell and he mouthed the word ‘why’ at him again.

“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” Kabuto said, his glasses shining in the dark light as he placed the bag down casually and removed all manner of implements that Sasuke was now damn sure he didn’t want any knowledge of… at least not for a little while. First he needed to accustom himself to the fact that he was here and that he’d brought the idiot with him.

“You need to get better shackles,” Sasuke stated calmly as he left the room.

He wasn’t more than a few feet away from the closed door when he heard the horrible painful shrieks emitted from behind the thick wood. He stopped for just a second before continuing on his way.

Naruto wasn’t getting any kind of special treatment. Sasuke had no doubts that he’d soon be tortured as well, if only to make sure of his talents and strengths. Oddly enough, he was looking forward to it.

With that cheery thought in his fucked up mind, he left the dungeons nearly whistling along to the sound of his best friend’s screams.