Rated M - torture, rape, swearing
Disclaimer - no I don't own Naruto, you would see a lot more of my favorite lazy ass if I did!
Summary - After a 4 year long mission, Nara Shikamaru was captured by slavers for an auction. Sold to Itachi and the Akatsuki, what will happen to him?
Jounin of the Past
TheGypsyGirl
Nara Shikamaru sat in a tiny cell reinforced with thick iron bars. 'Not that I'd be able to break through them' he noted with a sigh, glancing down at his crushed right hand, probably beyond repair now.
He couldn't remember how long he had been sitting in this cell, 'but' he judged as he looked down at his malnourished body, 'it has to have been at least three or four months.'
"C'mon slave boy, time for auction! Better hope you get bought. But on the other hand I'd rather have you here," he leered. "Put this on and try to rub some of the shit off your face." He threw Shika a ratty, thin, long brown tunic. He sighed and pulled it on, raking his long black hair that had formed into some weird – ass looking dreadlocks, away from his face.
If only they could see him now. What would Ino, Asuma, Chouji, and the others say? He had been sent on a four year long mission when he was 13 and was captured and enslaved on his way back to Konoha. He was seventeen, probably eighteen now. It was hard to keep track of the dates in here.
Shikamaru sneered as he and the other slaves were herded towards large pens. He wasn't much of a use as a ninja anymore. Not even Tsunade could fix his right hand. It was a common practice with all captured ninjas. Without the use of one of their hands, they couldn't form seals, and he most definitely couldn't use his shadow jutsus anymore.
The iron collar, designed to keep chakra from being used, dug painfully into his neck. That certainly didn't help him in the slightest. Yup, he was a ruined ninja. How troublesome.
The only traits he had kept was his laziness, his intelligence and his refusal to be broken after multiple beatings and rapes. He had, after all, had been a jounin. Which made him highly desired by most slave buyers. He was damn expensive.
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He had been doing fine, on his way back to Konoha after four long years. He couldn't wait to see everyone again.
He suddenly threw himself to the side in midair, avoiding the deadly, spinning shuriken. He landed with cat – like grace on a tree branch. He reached over his shoulder, pulling out his sword and crouching into a defensive position. He looked around warily, noting the position of his attackers.
"Might as well come out now, I know where you are," he called out in a lazy drawl, directed towards a clump of bushes.
Two men smirked and stepped out. "We heard you were smart," one of the men remarked.
"And strong, sexy too. We'll be able to sell you for quite a bit," the other added.
'Damned slavers," he thought as he slowly straightened. 'Sexy?!' was his other thought.
"And just what makes you think I'm gonna let you capture me and sell me?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.
"I think we can manage," the taller man said and grinned. He flung a kunai and cut a wire, hidden from Shikamaru. 'Shit, how did i miss that?' he thought to himself as he tried to avoid the flying needles that surrounded him on all sides. But there was no way he could avoid them all.
Two pierced his right shoulder, another got him in the leg, and three hit him in the left arm.
'Shit! I think these are poisoned!' he exclaimed as he slowly sank to his knees. He toppled over as blackness overwhelmed him.
"Huh, not much in him for a jounin, yeah?" was the last thing he heard.
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Shikamaru roughly shook his head away from that memory, instead deciding to scan the crowd while waiting for his turn at the auction. His eyes flickered from one group to another.
He recognized a lot of people. There were quite a few past employers. A little farther into the crowd, he saw Itachi and that blue shark-man Kisame. And then he saw them, disguised under a genjutsu. Sakura, Naruto, and Ino along with Kakashi. He gasped and stumbled backwards, running into a slaver.
"Oi, what the hell you think yer doing?!" he screamed at Shikamaru. "Get yer ass up on stage, its yer turn!"
Shika stumbled up the steps to the podium, trying to avoid the whip and at the same time keeping his hair in his face.
The auctioneer grabbed Shikamaru by the neck, forcing him to stand next to the podium itself. "Now this, gentlemen, is a true treat for you! We captured a jounin level Konoha ninja a while back. We know he's around eighteen and he used to use shadows controlled by a special jutsu! But you don't have to worry about that, we took precautionary measures!" the auctioneer proclaimed loudly, pulling Shika's wrist and hand out as evidence. "I give you, Nara Shikamaru, ex-konoha ninja!" (lol sounds likes he being announced at a ball or something!)
Shikamaru saw Sakura and Kakashi's heads pop up after the mentions of a Jounin. Ino's and Naruto's followed with the announcement of shadow jutsus. They all gaped open-mouthed when his full name was mentioned.
Shika would've smirked, but he knew he would be beaten later for it. With a glare from the auctioneer, Shikamaru shook his purple-black dreads away from his face, revealing what would've been an attractive face, if not for the total paleness along with various bruises and mud.
The slaver grabbed Shikamaru's chin, forcing his head back. "Young and flexible, and take my word for it when I say he's good for a fuck!" Shikamaru winced, not wanting to remember that particular experience.
Five minutes later, Shikamaru was sold to the disguised Itachi and Kisame, who came up to the podium to claim their purchase. Shika glared fiercely at the pair, asking in a rusty, unused voice, "Why the hell did you buy me Itachi?"
"Smart as ever i see" he commented with a raised eyebrow. Kisame snorted. "saw right through us did you?"
"I'm not that weak yet," Shikamaru started to say, then shifted his head slightly to the right and avoided the fist of the slaver.
He spun around directing a glare towards the sputtering slaver. "I am not your property any longer. Do not touch me again." Shikamaru turned back to Kisame. He opened his mouth as if to say something but instead, crumpled slowly to the ground in front of them.
Itachi looked at the slaver with his fist still upraised after hitting Shikamaru . "This is very inconvenient. I do not wish to carry an unconscious slave, however light he may be," he stated calmly.
"Ah, sorry, sorry, I can wake him up, if you like," he babbled. "But when they disobey you, you gotta punish them, right?"
A glare from Kisame sent the slaver scrambling for a way to wake Shikamaru. Kisame poked Shika with his toe. "So why this one?" he asked.
"He's not broken yet. You know how Hidan and Kakuzu like to break things," he answered coldly. "Plus I owe them a slave. I killed the last one they had."
Kisame grunted and watched dispassionately as the slaver dumped a bucked of cold rancid water on the bundle at Itachi's feet.
Shikamaru moaned and slowly came awake, his eyes focusing on the slaver's ugly face. He yelped and fell back in an attempt to get away, crashing against Kisame's knees. He reached down and hoisted him up by the collar of his raggedy tunic.
"Let's go," Itachi said and started walking, leaving Kisame and Shikamaru to follow.
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Shikamaru had been lagging farther and farther behind for the past hour. It was partially due to hunger and the special collar still around his neck.
An hour later he finally stopped, falling to the ground and curling up in a ball on the sand.
Kisame looked back. "Oi, Itachi, he's down. Want me to go get him?"
"Hn"
He rolled his eyes and tracked back to where Shikamaru was curled up on the sand. "Oi, wake up, c'mon dammit, I don wanna carry you!" Kisame exclaimed as he slapped Shika's cheeks. Shikamaru cracked open an eye and said, "Than take the fuckin' collar off me, then you might not have to."
"Fine," he snapped it off using his hands. Shikamaru sighed in relief as his chakra started to circulate in his body once again. 'Thank God!' he thought to himself as he shakily got back up on his feet but immediately managed to fall on his ass with a muttered "fuck."
"Now what's wrong slave-boy, huh?" Kisame asked curiously.
"Maybe the problem of me not have eating in two weeks, yeah?" he answered sarcastically.
Kisame raised an eyebrow. "Oi, Itachi! I think we need to take a break. We need to feed slave-boy here."
Itachi glared but ended up agreeing. They found a pond, surrounded by trees and decided to stop there, Shikamaru slung over Kisame's shoulder.
He threw Shika on the ground. He landed on his back and cried out in pain, his face grimacing as he rolled on his side, hand clutching at his shoulder.
"Oi, Itachi! He's bleeding pretty badly," Kisame remarked, watching as blood seeped through Shikamaru's tunic.
"Then do something about it! Stop bothering me!" Itachi snapped and walked away to sit heavily on the ground. It almost looked like he was pouting.
'Kay fine let's take a look at his shoulder.' Kisame flipped Shikamaru onto his stomach, ignoring the sounds of protest. He ripped the filthy tunic down the middle to expose the thin boy's body.
Kisame hissed at the sight of the wound, deep and infected, stretching from one shoulder to the other, it wasn't the prettiest thing in the world. 'Damn it looks like someone slashed him pretty bad. Wonder what he did,' he thought to himself as he pulled out some bandages.
"Okay, I'm done Itachi! I know you want some 'alone' time with him so I'll leave ya guys alone! I'll be back," Kisame called over his shoulder as he walked off into the water to go for a swim.
Itachi grunted and went to stand over Shikamaru, slowly pulling off his cloak. Shikamaru's eyes widened in fear.
Heh heh i love a cliffhanger! I need reviews before I'll post the next chapter, so if you wanna know what happens to Shikamaru, better review!
Aishe(the beta and good friend of Luminista!) - Jesus, Lumi you gotta stop bein so mean! I told you not to leave a cliffhanger! It makes people angry and frantic!!
Luminista(me) - hmph watever u cant stop me its my story, and stop callin me Lumi!! hahahahaha!! runs away madly
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