Warning: This is a predominately yaoi fic (romance later) with cursing, drug use, mentions of rape, sexual abuse, general violence, and a lot of other things because I am quasi-fucked up... and I still call this a story about family. Let it suffice to say that this is not a story you should read to your five-year-old.

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"I'm sorry, daughter, but your father's not the same.
I can look into your eyes, and I'll swear that I will change.
But tomorrow is tomorrow, so forgive me if I stay.
You can hide beneath the covers while I hide behind the pain.
After all, only so much we can say.
Words can lose their meaning, once you walk away..."

"I want my lawyer," Kiba repeated after a few moments, his back stiff with solidarity as he stared into the blank face of the emotionless lawyer before him, dimly aware that he was dealing with someone far more dangerous than the average lawyer.

Sai stared back at him, pale lips settled into his usual frown, his entire face completely flat. While he felt no sort of anger or fury towards Kiba for his words, the boy knew that, he also knew that Sai was in no way not contemplating the impact of Kiba's refusal to cooperate. He knew this because the second after he finished his demand, his own mind was spinning with the repercussions; with all the scenarios that would spawn from this single moment before him. As his mind raced through all the infinite possibilities, one fact became clear and reigned supreme amongst the plethora of others—he was going to have to fight for his freedom again. Danzō was going to make sure that he paid for not cooperating in this moment, and in doing that; he was going to bring pain to anyone closest to him just to prove his point.

Kiba fisted his hand tight underneath the metal table, not daring to remove his gaze from Sai's, though the coldness of Sai's look did make him want to turn away. He couldn't show fragility, not now, not when he was daring to do what no one else before him had ever really done—fight back against Danzō and all of his corruption. While he would admit, winning a staring-contest with Sai was a relatively small battle when it came to the war against all that was Wonderland and its evil, it was nonetheless important to him.

Sai finally moved forwards, soundless as he uncrossed his arms, reaching forwards towards the recording machine sitting with them in the room, his finger jabbing into the power button.

Kiba somehow managed to stop his flinch.

"What happened? I can't hear nothing!" complained the tech, hitting the machine.

Asuma's blood ran cold, praying for the best. "Get to that viewing room."

The tech looked up. "But the lawyer—"

"I know what Suketchi said," Asuma said, "That doesn't mean we have to do it. If I know this man, then we're not gonna have a very good view in a couple of seconds anyways." He eyed the monitor, as if afraid that Kiba had been harmed in the twenty seconds he'd taken his eyes off of the screen. "You're welcome to stay, but if you have half a brain, you'll wanna go to at least watch in from behind the mirror."

The tech had never looked so befuddled. Asuma would've laughed if he weren't feeling as if his world were about to implode.

Sai sighed now, sliding out of his chair. Shrugging off of obviously expensive blazer, he walked calmly to the camera set up in the top right corner of the room, dragging the chair behind him. He made quick work of the simple action of placing the jacket over the lens of the camera before turning back to Kiba, his eyes seemingly burning through his body with their cold, analytical gaze.

This time, Kiba couldn't keep back his flinch—but despite this, he realigned his gaze with Sai's own; determined not to make a display of weakness. He couldn't afford it, not with the path he'd knowingly set himself down. If possible, his fist somehow managed to tighten, nails close to biting into the skin.

"Your nervousness is nearly palpable, Boy," Sai said lowly, his voice as biting as his master's. Kiba couldn't help but feel pity for the lawyer. Everything that the man could've ever been had been bled out of him and replaced with everything Danzō wanted to exist. It was a cruelty that he wouldn't wish on the worst of people. "Even after all these years, you fear even the sight of me."

"I do," Kiba admitted with a nod. There was no point in denying it. As much as he pitied Sai, he did fear him. "You're part of a past determined to rise from the shadows and bleed into my future days."

"You know as well as I do that you never truly left your past behind, Boy. It follows you. It is you. There was never any really leaving—not when Master still owns you."

The statement didn't even upset Kiba. He remembered how long he'd believed that himself. Sometimes, he still did. He knew exactly where Sai's beliefs came from, and he pitied him for it all the more.

"I'm not a possession, and neither are you, Sai. You don't have to do whatever Danzō wants."

Sai shook his head.

If he were capable of free thought, Kiba was sure he would've given a smarmy smirk.

"Master's will is my own."

Of course it was. For a moment, Kiba had made the mistake of telling himself that Sai was capable of regaining free thought—forgetting that it was far too late for the paler man.

"And Master's will is to take back the boy stolen of him," Sai continued, "He has allowed you to have your fun, but it is time to stop it now. It is time for you to return to his side. It is time for your return to Wonderland."

"Like hell I'm gonna do that," Kiba spat, growing more and more irritated. He knew he was reaching the ends of his temperament, but he was also well aware that this was a situation that he could have extracted himself from at any point; he didn't have to deal with the harassment. Staying here was just playing into Danzō's hand, honestly. "That's ridiculous, even for a nutjob like Danzō. I wasn't stolen. I ran."

"You were stolen by ridiculous ideas and beliefs such as freedom," Sai said, "Lies that Danzō has entertained for long enough. Come back now and you save these people the pain of suffering for your own silliness." Sai finally stepped off of the chair, making his slow way over to Kiba's stiff form. "I am fully prepared and willing to take both you and the Uchiha to court for assault and accessory. I will make the both of you out to be the worst that human kind has to offer. I will smear the Uchiha's name and shame what remains of his family. I will make a spectacle out of you, Boy, and nothing will bring me a greater joy than to do so."

"Your charges are beyond illegitimate and you know it," Kiba said.

"Irrelevant," Sai dismissed, "I have had many a worse lie to tell. This will simply be the one that will bring me the most enjoyment." Sai placed his palms face-down on the cold surface of the table, placing a majority of his weight upon them as he leaned in close to Kiba. "I will find enjoyment in watching this light of defiance fade from your eyes, Boy, and replaced with that of submission. You will bow down to our Master once more, and if I have to break apart the lives of innocents in order to do so, then I will. And, trust me when I say this, it will not only be in the court room that I do this. Danzō has been watching you with your… family"—Sai all but spat the word—"for a long time now. He knows secrets of them that you would never even dream. In the blink of an eye, he can have their lives shattered; their secrets and lies and deepest shames exposed, and no one but you could ever be blamed."

Kiba's blood went cold, anger becoming more and more difficult to resist the pulls of. He leaned forwards, an angry sneer upon his lips; a snarl in his throat.

"Don't threaten my people, Sai," he whispered with venom behind his words. "I don't respond well to threats."

Sai gave one of his poorly-timed smiles, though this time Kiba would probably say that it was actually at a good time when compared with what he had to say. "Boy, I do not threaten. I make no threats; I make a promise. I promise to destroy their lives for your insolence. I will do so without even a blink or a flash of emotion."

"Don't even touch them," hissed Kiba.

Sai's smile seemed to widen just the slightest, though it was done to mock him more than it was done to display pleasure of any sort. He was pretty sure Sai didn't know what pleasure even was.

"It sounds as if you are about to lash out," he said, "By all means, do so. It'll make discrediting you in court all the more enjoyable for me." Kiba had to take a few slow breaths. Sai was right; getting angry wasn't going to help him in any way. It was only going to make things worse. Much, much worse. "Not that it would be hard, mind you, if I am to attach you to Sasuke Uchiha as an accessory to a 'vicious, mindless assault'." If it was possible, even he sounded as if he didn't believe it, which technically he knew that Sai didn't. He'd all but admitted to it already. "He has, after all, destroyed his own name very well on his own. It is almost impressive, even to Danzō." Sai gave a soft sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "It is a pity, throwing away such a person. The Uchiha could have made a wonderful addition to our organization…"

Kiba's deep breathing method almost immediately fell to the wayside as his anger overtook him. Jumping from his chair, his body filled with fury, his hands slamming down on the table as he leaned in even closer to Sai; their faces so close that he could even feel Sai's gentle breath fanning the lower half of his face.

"Back off from Uchiha! He's mine!" he snarled bitingly, possession fueling his anger-ridden words.

Sai blinked, the smile instantly slipping.

"Yours?" he questioned, as if shocked by Kiba's outburst. He quickly regained his composure however; the same smile sliding back into place as he continued with his earlier thought. "Like I was saying, Sasuke would have made a wonderful addition to our organization, before we realized that his influence on you was corrupting you. The amount of his corruption on you was a question, but now, I think it is clear just how much."

Kiba reeled back, confusion flooding him.

Corruption on me? Kiba couldn't help but ponder before realization came to him in troves, eyes widening in shock and dismay as he figured out the subtext of Sai's words. They'd seen everything. They knew that they'd become close—as close as someone like Sasuke would allow, anyways—and they'd even noticed his interest in Sasuke. Whether or not Sasuke's reciprocating interests even existed was unimportant. The fact that Kiba had developed an attachment to him did, especially since that attachment obviously, as he just proved, bordered on romanticism.

Shit, he thought, knowing he'd screwed the pooch.

"Don't touch Sasuke," he said again anyways. There wasn't hiding anything, now that he'd made the mistake.

"He is that important to you, is he?" Sai asked with evil intentions lacing his tone. Sai continued to smile as his cruel words began to leave his lips, making Kiba stiffen with every word he spoke. "Then, I will take especial pleasure in crushing this relationship. I will perverse it so that when you recall it, all you will feel is the pain of the darkness I made it to be. I can only wonder, though, how he will look when he learns the truth of you, past the façade you have built up in order to hide amongst these sheep. I wonder how he will think of you when he learns that you are a wolf of the worst dangers, and I find myself anticipating that light he has for you dimming out when he learns what you are."

Asuma usually found pride in his ability to read lips, even at a bad angle.

Right now he didn't.

Right now all he felt was pain for his son.

I have shorts. I have segments of chapter I feel unsubstantial together but speak more alone. Does that make sense? I hope it does.

It's so hard to find inspiration. I'm trying though. Keep with me, please.

Lyrics: "Lion", Hollywood Undead, from the album Notes From the Underground. Take a listen.