Summary:Sasuke is one hell of a spitfire. Hell bent on saving his brother by any means possible and overcoming any obstacle that gets in his way...Namely Naruto Namikze, and when he commandeers Naruto's ship boy do sparks fly. Naru/Sasu Kaka/Iruk

Disclaimer:I do not own the characters, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto

WARNING:This story is Rated M for a reason. In later chapters there will be explicit content that is not suitable for younger readers! Reading discretion is advised.

Captive of my Desires

He'd been told to hide, and stay hidden. That had been Sasuke Uchiha's first thought after the noise had drawn him up to the deck and he had seen what was causing the commotion. It wasn't the captain who'd given him the order, though. The man had been nothing but confident that he could lose the ship that had been bearing down on them. He'd even laughed at it and shaken his fist at the laughing skull waving from the ship's mainmast, which was now visible to the naked eye. His enthusiasm - and dare he say delight? – had certainly relieved his mind, until the first mate pulled Sasuke aside and told him to hide.

Unlike the captain, Mizuki didn't appear eager for the upcoming confrontation. His complexion paler than normal and slicked with sweat, he hadn't been gentle about shoving him toward the stairs.

"Use one of the empty food barrels in the hold. There are many of them now. With any luck, the pirates won't open more than one or two, and finding them empty, they'll move on. I'll warn your servant to hide as well. Now go! And no matter what you hear, don't leave the hold until you hear a familiar voice coming for you."

He hadn't said until he came for him. His panic was infectious, and his roughness surprising. His arm was probably bruised from where Mizuki had gripped it. It was so different from the gentle way he handled him and acted courteous from the beginning of their journey.

He'd managed to instill his own fear into Sasuke though, as he raced to the bottom of the ship. It was easy to find the food barrels Mizuki had spoken of, since nearly all of them were empty now that they were nearing the end of their journey to Fire Country. Another few days and they would have sailed into Marsh country, the last known whereabouts, and he could have begun his search.

Itachi Uchiha was not a man Sasuke knew very well, though all his memories were fond ones, but he was all Sasuke had now that his mother had died. While Sasuke would never once doubt that his brother loved him, he had never lived at home for a long time. A month, maybe a few months at a time, and, one year, an entire summer - but then several years would go by without a visit from him. Itachi was a very capable tradesman with very commercial routes throughout Wave and Earth country. He would send home extravagant gifts and money, but rarely would he bring himself.

He'd tried moving his family closer to where he worked, but their mother, Mikoto, would not even think of it. Water Country had been her home all her life. She had no family left there after her husband had died in a shipping accident, but all her friends were there as well as everything she valued, and she never approved of Itachi's seafaring occupation anyway. Trade. She'd always spoken the word in disgust. There was enough authority in her ancestry, even if she herself bore no title to it, to be able to look down upon the thought of anyone in trade, even her own husband.

As his mothers' health slowly started to decline, he tried desperately to do anything that would cheer his mother up; gathering flowers to brighten up the room, insisting their house keeper, Karin, spend a good part of the day with his mother, although she was a harsh and critical woman, she did have her moments and could make anyone laugh. She had been with them for as long as Sasuke could remember. She was a young woman with her own opinion and wasn't afraid to speak it, she was very caring though, and took care of the Uchiha's as if they were her own family.

Sasuke had thought his efforts were working, that his mother's will to live was returning, she even started eating again. So Sasuke had been devastated when his mother passed away in the middle of the night. His mother's death had him feeling utterly alone.

Although Sasuke had been left a lot of money, he would not be seeing any of it until he reached the age of twenty-one, and that was a long way off. His brother did send money regularly, and there was the household money that would last quite a while, but he'd only just turned eighteen.

He was also going to be handed over to a guardian. Mikoto's solicitor, Tobi, had mentioned it at the reading of the will. A guardian, in his view, wouldn't do at all. He had one family member still living, he merely needed to find him, and so Sasuke set out to do just that. He would have to conquer a few fears first, of sailing halfway around the world, of leaving behind everything he was familiar with. He had nearly changed his mind twice, but in the end he had had no choice. At least Karin had agreed to come with him.

Now, thinking of his brother and finding him, kept Sasuke's current fears in check for only a small amount of time. His legs had fallen asleep, curled up into the barrel as he was. He had had no trouble getting all of himself into the container, he was a slender boy, and not very tall. A splinter had pierced into his back, though, when he had scrunched down into the crate just before he's pulled the lid back over it, and there was no way to reach it even if he had enough room to try.

Pirates, pirates were supposed to be extinct. He had thought they had all been routed in the last century, either pardoned or hung…

There was a tight knot of fear in his belly, which was also empty, adding to his discomfort. He had missed breakfast and had meant to remedy that lunch, but the pirates had shown up before lunch was served, and now it had been hours later. At least that's how long he felt he had been cramped in that barrel for. He could feel his stomach growl, and groaned, not used to going so long without food.

He had to assume that they were staying far ahead of the pirate ship, but if they had lost the other vessel, wouldn't Mizuki have come to tell him? Suddenly, a blast shook the entire ship, and another, and more, all especially loud. There were more indications that a battle had begun, the smell of gun smoke fired from the cannons that seeped into the hold, the raucous yells, even a few screams, and then a long while later, the horrible silence.

It was impossible to determine who had won the battle. It was nerve wrecking. As time passed, his fear grew. If they had won the day, wouldn't Mizuki have shown up by now? Unless he was wounded and hadn't told anyone where Sasuke was… unless he was dead. Did he dare leave his hiding place to find out?

But what if the pirates had won? What did pirates do with captured ships? Sink them? Keep them to sell or man them with their own crews? What of their current crew and passengers? Kill them all? The yell was bubbling up in his throat when the lid was torn off of his barrel.

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