AN: Lol. Sooo, yea. First story on here! Take it easy on me, little ones. I hope it will please all of you to know that I have no life, so I will be able to update this many times. Lawl. So, yea, here we go. Or something along those lines. This story will be based on Sasuke's time with Orochimaru, how I think it should have been like. Oh, and I pretty much enjoy abusing the Uchiha's curse mark. So be prepared, kiddies. Some harsh language, too! Don't like. Don't read.

And, uh, I don't own Naruto. If I did, Sasuke-kun would be everyone's uke...

Chapter 1

The storm was coming, and dark clouds were rolling overhead. They were bloated, full and heavy with oncoming rain. Sasuke's eyes averted upwards towards them. They were cold and desolate, and he blinked once as a small water droplet hit him on the forehead. He returned his gaze to the building before him and a small shiver ran up his spine. This place reeked of sickness. Mental sickness. If he didn't have such a damn big ego, he would have turned and run right there, all the way back to Konoha. But he did, and so he stayed put. Thunder began to rumble above, and somehow he managed to take a step towards the shrouded entrance. Another step. Then another.

'Move faster, dammit!' He ordered himself, body jerking slightly at the sudden and forceful command. Indeed, he sped up, and entered into the base. He jumped as the entrance closed off, strong, stone doors closing him in like some kind of animal. His sharingans activated due to his shock, and he quickly settled his nerves down. He couldn't show weakness. Never again could he show weakness. A chuckle echoed around him. It was deep, and the vibrations of it rolled over him like a wave. But he did not falter. He stayed still, red, beaming eyes staring straight ahead of him. He had come here of his own free will. He knew what trouble he was getting into right from the beginning, and he would not turn back now.

"Sasuke-kun. You've finally arrived... I was beginning to worry about you." The man's voice sounded again, this time closer. The boy felt something on his shoulder, fisting his hands for a split second. He refused to shudder. The older man laughed again.

"Are you frightened, Sasuke-kun?" Orochimaru purred in his ear and opened his golden eyes. This time, Sasuke did shudder. His entire body did. Those piercing, yellow eyes. Ones that belonged to a predator. The Uchiha took a small step away from the man, now seeing how close he was to him. Orochimaru hissed and stood up straight, eyes still glued to the child before him. He grinned, finally allowing a dim light to come on behind him. The torch hardly lit anything up. Sasuke could see the man's tall, frail outline standing in front of him, and he narrowed his crimson eyes.

"Stop fucking with me, Orochimaru.." The boy said through gritted teeth. He was, in fact, impatient. It seemed this man was not anything of the sort.

"Such harsh words, my boy," Orochimaru reached out with his left arm, quickly snagging Sasuke's jaw in a bone crushing grip. The child grunted and grabbed his wrist, panicking slightly. The snake let out another soft laugh, "I won't tollerate it from you." Sasuke was thrown to the floor, gasping slightly and pinning the man with his eyes. Orochimaru's smile was gone, replaced with an emotionless stare. The torch behind him went out, and the room fell into darkness.

Orochimaru stared down at the boy before him, bloodied and bruised from the past lesson. His eyes looked him up and down, and he licked his lips sinisterly. This boy was perfect. Agonizingly perfect. How he wanted to just take him right there and make him his new body. But he had to wait. The boy was not yet strong enough. Not at all. This was only the beginning, and yet he'd already passed out from the physical pain of it all. A small grimace formed on the man's lips. Oh yes, he'd need much more training. Of course, he had heard that Naruto had caught up to Sasuke. They had fought, and the Uchiha had come out the winner. This was Sasuke's weakened state. He needed to look at it from a logical stand point. Some pain tollerance training would do the boy some good, though. That would have to come later. He sighed and scooped the boy up roughly, carrying him off to Kabuto for healing.

Sasuke grunted, fingers twitching unconsciously. He felt cold. Freezing, in fact. The boy rolled onto his back and lifted his arms up, but seized up in pain as he did so. His eyes wrenched open, vision blurry and unfocused. He forced himself into a sitting position and panted from the amount of effort it took. Sasuke tried controlling his breathing, but failed. He once again slowly, and carefully, lifted his arms up. They were wrapped in bandages. In fact, his entire chest was, as well. The Uchiha studied himself for quite some time and tried desperately to remember what had happened. Things began to come back to him, and his head snapped up. No, this wasn't Konoha. It was, instead, a small, cramped room. One bathroom, no window, one lamp. His eyes roamed slightly, taking in the new enviroment. Chill bumps covered his body, and he pulled at the thin blanket covering his lower half. It did little to nothing, but it was better than having no blanket at all.

The boy jumped as his door was thrown open, a familiar figure standing in his line of sight. Kabuto strutted in, smiling pleasantly and shutting the door behind him. Sasuke glared defiantly. This man had never rubbed him the right way, and that certianly was not going to change now, or anytime soon, for that matter. The young man made his way towards the boy, turned on the lamp, and roughly grabbed the Uchiha's bandaged arm. Sasuke let out a painful moan, but cut himself off. Kabuto gave him another pleased look, as if he enjoyed hearing the frustrated and agonized grunts. The younger male tore away from him a minute later.

"What the hell do you think you're doing." He commanded. If he was injured, he could take care of himself. He didn't need this man touching all over him. The medical ninja simply stared for a while, than stood and left without a word. His footsteps silently faded down the hallway, and the child took a relieved breath. This wasn't like he thought it would be. He expected immediate training from Orochimaru. Instead, he'd gotten the shit kicked out of him, and placed in this god awful room. His eyes narrowed at the thought, anger boiling. Maybe this had not been the best idea?

'No.' He told himself sternly. If it gave him power, it was worth every waking moment. In fact, he'd do this every day if it made him stronger, though he doubted his current state was making that happen. His sensitive hearing once again picked up feet outside his room, stopping and unlocking his door once more. Again, Kabuto entered, this time holding some clothes.

"Orochimaru wants to talk with you in exactly fifteen minutes. Put these on, and I will escort you to him." He barked and dropped the clothes at his feet. Sasuke snarled before the door shut, making sure the man heard his discomfort. He slowly made his way out of bed, though he'd hardly call it that. It was more like a slab of concrete. The Uchiha picked up the clothes and looked them over. They'd definitely hang loose on him, that was for sure. There also was that hideous, purple bow the Sannin always wore. He really expected him to wear this? After arguing to himself about the clothes, he finally put them on and stepped into his small bathroom. He flinched noticeably. His entire chest was showing.

'What in the world..' He snarled inwardly, ripping furiously at the bandages still wrapped around his torso. He would not be training in these. They were not neaded. He'd heal naturally if he had to. The cloth fell around him and onto the counter, revieling his bloodied and bruised upper body. Sasuke gritted his teeth. How could he had let this happen, without even training? A knock on his door pulled him out of his thinking. He shook his head and walked towards it. Kabuto, as he had said, walked him down the corridor. The boy was a bit relieved that the man had led him. He would have surely gotten lost in all these hallways.

"Next time you're punished, I'd advise you to accept my healing." Kabuto told him. Sasuke snorted and crossed his arms, wincing a bit as they dragged across a particularly tender cut.

"I'd advise you to shut the hell up. I don't care for your help, nor do I want any of it." The boy snapped back, making Kabuto turn his head ever so slightly. A soft chuckle passed through his lips, only infuriating Sasuke more. He ordered the man what exactly was so funny.

"You," he replied simply, "You're in for such a shock. I will enjoy healing your mangled body when Orochimaru-sama is finished with you." He hummed, stopping in front of two large doors. He turned to look at the boy. He opened the doors and shoved the Uchiha inside. Sasuke turned and glared at Kabuto before he was, once again, closed into a dark room. He activated his sharingan, which gave him some sort of light. Though, it wasn't much at all. Everything was still hard to see. Except, of course, the two golden eyes a few feet ahead of him.

"Sasuke-kun. I am pleased to see you up and about after such a lesson yesterday. I hope you aren't too badly hurt." The man said sympathetically, appearing before the boy and cupping his face. Sasuke growled and tossed his head away, eyes blazing angrily. The sannin grinned at his reaction. How he would enjoy playing with this one.

"No beating around the bush for Sasuke-kun, hm? Fine. We'll get right to work." A fist drove into the boy's unprepared gut, making him gag and hunch over. His cuts began to reopen and blood stained his white shirt. He tried focusing on the man, but he was fast. Too fast. Another hit to his side sent him crashing into the wall. He caught himself, but another blow to his face sent him to the floor. He got on his hands and knees, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. This was not going well, and every hit just made Sasuke angrier and angrier. He didn't stand a chance against him, and that thought made him want to beat the living snot out of the sannin even more so then he already did.

"Come now, Sasuke-kun. Is that all you can do?" The snake purred above him, eyes locked onto the child's heaving back. The boy snarled and flipped over, aiming a kick to the man's abdomen, but being grabbed a minute before impact. He was thrown once again into the opposite wall, this time sliding down and hitting the floor with a grunt.

"My dear child, you are so furious? You cannot ever fully be taught with such a lack of self control." The boy's wrists were grabbed, yanking his lithe body up and slamming him against the cold wall. He cracked his eyes open, glaring with all the anger he could muster.

"You're weak." The man smiled, seeing a glint in the boy's eyes at the comment. He roared and tugged forward, but a punch to his right cheek made him stop. He inhaled shakily and his head back up to eye the man.

"Sasuke, I said you're weak. Too weak. You cannot possibly expect me to teach such a hopeless shinobi." Sasuke once again let out a strangled cry, and was, once more, nailed in the face. He spat up blood, a cough racking through his body. This continued for a while, Orochimaru degrading the boy until he finally reacted, and Sasuke getting hit after every reaction he made. It was agonizing. Sasuke was painfully dropped to the floor, finally. He grasped his face in his hands, small whimpers escaping him. It hurt. It hurt like hell. He already knew how he lacked self control. How he bursted into battles blindly. He just never would have dreamed of being broken in such a slow manner. The snake stood in front of him, as usual, licking his lips hungrily.

"So hopelessly weak." He chuckled, now only recieving a strained glare from the boy. Yea, of course he still felt the urge to ground the man's face into the fucking dirt. He knew he still would want to beat the crap out of him every time he saw the man now. Now, he just was cautious. This training would certainly not be like anything he'd ever recieved in Konoha, which was exactly what he had wanted. The boy winced and shut his right eye, that side of his face pulsing madly.

"Go get Kabuto to heal your wounds, then rest. We'll train again tomorrow, and you better have learned something by then." Orochimaru hissed and grabbed him by the arm, throwing him to the floor outside of his room and slamming the stone doors closed. The boy shuddered, finally allowing himself to drop part of his mask. That had been horrible. Orochimaru was nothing like his old sensei. He knew nothing of compassion, or grace. He slowly lifted himself up, seeing Kabuto down the hallway. He smiled and fixed his glasses, motioning Sasuke to follow him. Once healed, he was escorted back to his room, which was still freezing cold. The boy dragged himself to his bed, unknowing and uncaring of what time it was. He was exhausted, and soon darkness took over his vision.

AN: Lol? Good? HORRIBLE! Lawl, better be good, you idiots. I would enjoy it if anyone picked up on my spelling mistakes and informed me of them. My computer doesn't correct them for me anymore (Yea, I'm a lazy ass.). Soooo, yes! Reviews are nice, but not BEGGED for.. Alright, yea, they're begged for. Okay? Okay. I'll update the next chapter as soon as I can.~ And I'm sorry it's SO SHORT! I'll start makin' 'em longer, nbd.

Nat