A/N: This story is fully based on Ovicati's doujinshi Proditio. A link to the doujinshi is in my profile. This is unbeta'd. If you have any suggestions for me, please let me know! Rated M for many reasons: language, forced situations…

Also, for those of you who had already read the first 4 pages I posted, this is just a combination of all of that. It's the full prologue.


"Yet each man kills the thing he loves..." (Oscar Wilde)

Prologue


When he came to awareness, Naruto felt like he had been hit by a truck.

Every cell in his body seemed to be aching; his head and body throbbed, his throat was dry, and his legs were burning. His arms felt like they were being weighed by a ton of bricks, and his back felt like it had been ripped apart. Everything was blurry in his head, even the darkness he saw behind his eyelids, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes.

What... What happened?

He was lying on his stomach, on a bed that seemed much more comfortable than one he'd ever slept in, though he couldn't appreciate the comfort because the pain was overwhelming. He couldn't even think straight, and his whole face contorted in pain when he tried to move his head off the pillow.

It felt like the whole world had turned its volume to the highest level. He could hear his own heartbeat and his own labored breathing... He could hear muffled footsteps. Naruto took a shallow, painful breath and blinked out the blurriness in his eyes slowly.

Suddenly, a deep voice was talking, "Oh, our little kitsune is awake. Perfect timing." There were a few more muffled steps and then, "How are you feeling, love?"

Naruto's face scrunched with the man's words. His vision was still hazy and dark, but he could make out the outline of the person talking, even though his words were hardly making sense. The man's voice was smooth though, and he tried grasping on to any of their meanings.

"Does it hurt anywhere? Are you feeling any pain? I hope I wasn't too rough with you last night..."

Naruto's vision cleared up significantly and he could see the man's dark black hair and his unbuttoned, collared long sleeve dress shirt. The man spoke again, "I hope... you enjoyed it as much as I did, Naruto."

Huh...W-what?

This was the point his heart started to beat faster and his breathing became a little rougher, and everything about this guy just screamed at Naruto dangerously. A memory seemed to pull in his mind, but everything was still black.

Where... Am I?

Despite the pain he was experiencing, Naruto lifted his arms and pulled himself into a sitting position. This man reminded him of someone-with his black hair and his pale skin-though he couldn't even remember his own name at the moment.

The man spoke again in a casual tone, "Oh, I wouldn't try to sit up if I were you. It's going to be quite painful... You were screaming so much last night, I think I broke something."

What the hell is this guy talking about, and who is he...?

"Besides," he continued carelessly, "I don't think the drugs have completely left your system. I was forced to increase the dosage because you were... quite uncooperative, Naruto. I had no choice..."

From far away in the depths of his mind, Naruto could hear his own grunting and thrashing in a memory that seemed so distant he wondered if it was real. It was connected with this man's face and his voice, and Naruto shivered as he felt his body tingling ominously. He struggled just to stay seated as he realized that his body was completely bare except for the bedsheet covering his lower body. None of it made sense.

Ugh. My head is killing me... And my back...

"But don't worry, the drug's safe... It's highly recommended by Sasuke-sama himself," Naruto heard him say, and suddenly, he saw a needle on the floor, and a rush of memories flooded to the forefront of his mind.

Sasuke.? Wait…

Naruto began remembering everything, and this guy's words started making sense even though he couldn't dare to believe them. There was no way Sasuke would ever do something like that to him.

Sasuke-bastard…?! He-? No way! What the hell happened last night?


Naruto remembered the party. How could he not? It was Sasuke's birthday. A celebration party was being held in his honor, and Sasuke had invited him. He had made a big deal out of making sure Naruto attended even though he tried to play it off as unimportant.

Naruto had his reservations about going to the party, since he knew it was a formal event and he didn't think he had appropriate attire. But this was Sasuke, so of course he had to show up. Despite being known for his lateness to any and all events, Naruto had even gotten there right on time, but the bouncers at the venue didn't allow him inside. Naruto had given them his name, but they had just looked at his clothing and assumed he was making the name up. They didn't even bother checking the guest list. Naruto had been angry, but there wasn't much he could do besides waiting outside and hoping he could spot Sasuke on his way in since Sasuke wasn't answering his phone. Screaming at the bouncers would probably only make him look more out of place.

I waited for hours, but he didn't come. It was cold, and I…I… I don't really know what happened next.

He hadn't been prepared to wait outside for that long. His hands and feet felt numb, and his nose felt frozen solid. He waited and waited while people came and went, often pushing roughly past him since he was in the middle of the walkway still hoping to see Sasuke.

"Hey baby, whoever you're waiting for-he's not coming," said a young-looking man suddenly. This man looked so familiar-so much like Sasuke that Naruto didn't mind that he was invading his personal space just a little. It was cold after all, and his body heat was somewhat welcome while Naruto tried to clear his mind about what to do. He'd been waiting for a long time, and if he stayed, he doubted he'd be able to get in. On the other hand, Sasuke would be royally pissed off if he left with a stranger. Naruto couldn't do that to Sasuke, plus he couldn't shake this sudden feeling that told him not to trust this guy standing so close to him. He was about to tell this guy to back off, when the man got even closer to him. Their chests brushed, and the man spoke lowly into his ear, "So, why don't we go somewhere warmer… and less crowded, hm?" Naruto felt something prick his neck as this guy continued, "…Just the two of us."


"Just the two of us."

That line started ringing and echoing in Naruto's already throbbing head as he lay there on the bed staring at the same man. He…He remembered parts now. He remembered struggling, but he didn't remember at all how he had gotten to this place.

"Hn..hnggg…A-aahh! St-stop…!"

His own voice echoed in his head as he remembered this man's body on his own, this man's roughness and crudity, and his own useless struggles. He could feel this man's hands undressing him and holding him down.

"Oh god… What… Did I do? Was that…?" Naruto's eyes widened in disbelief as the events of last night replayed in his mind and his heart raced. This man's nude flesh had been on his own.

Ba-thump.

He remembered this man's grip on his wrists and how unnaturally helpless his body had been. He had tried to push him away. He had tried to muster up all his strength, but he remembered feeling so weak.

"No… No way. I…" Naruto couldn't believe he'd been violated so shamelessly. This guy had fully exploited him, and Naruto, of course, had been useless. Always, he was useless. That feeling of worthlessness made his stomach sink as his heart pounded forcefully in his head.

Ba-thump.

The man walked even closer saying, "I doubt if you remember anything though. The drug's pretty potent." But Naruto did remember, and he felt shameful and cheap.

Naruto bowed his head feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. His gripped his right wrist, remembering that this dark haired man had been overwhelmingly rough as he had held Naruto down.

Drugs?

Was that why he had felt so weak? But when had this guy even drugged him? Surely, some of the people walking in and out of the party would have noticed… But maybe they just hadn't cared for a stranger wearing very casual, slightly-baggy clothing… No, Naruto was sure that someone would have alerted the police. People were intrinsically good, that was something he firmly believed in.

"Oh, don't force it love. You'll get a headache that way," the man said as he sat on the bed and cupped Naruto's chin with his hand. He pulled Naruto's face up saying, "Just know that we both enjoyed it, and I wouldn't mind a repeat."

Naruto focused on this guy's face. He looked so much like Sasuke, yet he looked so different at the same time. They both had black hair, black eyes, and pale skin, but Sasuke always looked better to Naruto than any stranger… with his hair that stood up in the back and his deep, dark eyes.

Although Naruto tried to see the best in people in all situations, there was absolutely no way this guy was justified in doing anything he had done. Everything was finally processing through his brain, and he started to get angry. How dare this guy?! How dare he do something like this to a complete stranger? How could this guy call him "love"? How was there any remote way he thought Naruto had enjoyed any of it when he had been drugged and forced? Worst of all, how dare he say that Sasuke would ever consent to something like this. Sure, that bastard was a bastard in almost every bastardly way, but there was absolutely no way he would ever betray Naruto like this. Absolutely no way.

He could still feel this guy's carnal stare. He could feel this guy's cold hands on his chin, and Naruto just wanted to wipe that smirk off this guy's face.

Y-You, you sick…

"You sick bastard!" Naruto screamed as he punched this guy right on his cheekbone with all the strength he had. "Get your hands off me!" he continued as the guy stumbled back, shock barely registering on his face.

Naruto was pissed off. He was angry and this guy had just sat there pretending to ever be the gentleman with his smooth voice and his smooth words. He needed to get out of there. It didn't matter that he didn't have any clothes on at the moment. It didn't matter that with every breath he took his throat hurt, his body ached, and his head pounded. Surely this guy couldn't be so strong if Naruto had been able to punch him so easily… He just had to get out...

"I don't know who the hell you are!" Naruto continued to yell as he began trying to get out of the bed, "But touch me again and I'll break your fucking fingers, y-you…"

Ugh. What the hell? I… I feel…

As Naruto had straightened up, the whole room started spinning. His head began throbbing even more painfully and everything seemed to get… just….faded. His thoughts started slowing down and everything started going black again.

My head's spinning, and I can't move my body. What's wrong…with…me…?

Naruto barely had the chance to lift his hand to his temple before his eyes started moving back and forth quickly and then glazed over as both his vision and his thoughts went completely black…

The man with the dark hair and the dark eyes eyed Naruto passively, a flicker of concern flashing very briefly in his eyes as he caught him, knowing that Naruto's body was finally wearing out of the short adrenaline burst that had kept him awake for these couple of minutes. Good thing the drug was still in effect and had overpowered him already, otherwise he would've been forced to be even more rough. It had only been by chance that Naruto had caught him by surprise and had punched him. He'd make sure it wouldn't happen again.

"Are you an idiot? I did tell you not to move…"

The dark-haired man sighed and began placing a passed out Naruto back onto the bed when a cellphone started ringing.

"..Hm? The cellphone.. It's ringing again.." With Naruto as a distraction, he'd forgotten all about it. Maybe it'd be a good idea to let Naruto rest for a bit...


Sasuke wore a light purple dress shirt under his suit. He had a couple buttons undone, which exposed a majority of his neck and chest. Naruto always teased him about his sensitivity in that area because he either had to wear an open collar or feel extremely uncomfortable. He was sitting with Itachi in a limousine on their way to deal with some business in the middle of the city.

The phone rang and rang and rang, going to Naruto's voicemail each time. Sasuke had been calling for hours. Any second now, he expected Naruto to pick up, greet him very loudly, and ask Sasuke what had gotten stuck up his ass that had made him call so many times. Then, Naruto would make up some lame excuse as to why he hadn't been able to attend Sasuke's party. They would fight, argue, and fight some more.

Instead of that though, all Sasuke got were more rings until Naruto's voicemail went through-eight rings to be exact, not that he had been counting...

He called once again, and this time Naruto's voicemail cut in at the third ring. When he called again, the phone didn't ring at all; it just went straight to voicemail. It meant that Naruto had seen his phone calls and then had turned his phone off.

Something about it all slightly alerted him. Naruto was always confrontational. He wouldn't turn Sasuke away even if Sasuke had offended him.

And Sasuke always offended him.

"Naruto-kun's still not picking up, otouto*?" asked Itachi as he looked up from a stack of papers he was holding. "I wonder what's wrong. You've been calling him since this morning. He wasn't there at your birthday either… Did you two have a fight?"

Like always, Itachi knew something was going on, and he always knew how to press Sasuke's buttons. It irritated him to no end how much his big brother interfered with his affairs. He didn't even think his last argument with Naruto would warrant such extreme behavior on Naruto's part. Of course, bringing up the fact that Naruto had missed the party tipped Sasuke over the edge, irritated as he was.

"…Why don't you just mind your own business, Itachi?" He snapped.

But of course, Itachi was always the more cool, collected of the two brothers. "Temper, temper, Sasuke… But I do hope Naruto-kun's alright." Of course he did. Itachi always went on and on about how much Naruto was a good influence on him and the like. But as he thought on Itachi's words, Sasuke grew more wary. What did that even mean? Why wouldn't that idiot be alright? Even when he got himself into trouble, Naruto always ended up alright.

'…That idiot…' thought Sasuke, as he set his phone down and a scowl overtook his normally expressionless face.


"Sorry. You've reached the wrong number… Uchiha-sama" muttered the man as he stared down Sasuke's name and crushed Naruto's cellphone.

Sai really hoped he wouldn't have to keep being too rough with Naruto. Even though he rather enjoyed the struggle, he kept hoping Naruto wouldn't break. Though he'd heard Naruto was a strong one, he had to at least make it through the next day. He also really hoped that if worse came to worse, he'd be able to keep Naruto.


FYI, the rest of the chapters won't be as long as the prologue.

*otouto= little brother