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Sorry about not being able to have the full thing in the summary box, but FF's word limit on it is just too small.
Full Summary: Uzumaki Naruko, the girl whose only desire in life was to feel wanted... and she got her wish in the form of Konoha's darkness. Taken from the hellish orphanage she was raised in, Uzumaki Naruko is introduced to the village's underground, led in secret by none other than Shimura Danzō. From the day of the Nine-Tails attack, he has wanted to turn the young girl into a weapon he can use to defend Konoha, but every attempt has been thwarted by the Hokage. Not willing to deal with Hiruzen's soft heart any longer, the old ninja decides to take things into his own hands and enlist the help of the mysterious Hisao. Naruko's body and spirit must be broken until she feels nothing, only then can he build her into the perfect weapon. The only thing he wasn't counting on was for the Nine-Tails seal on the girl's stomach to 'malfunction'. Dark!Female!Naruto. Yaoi/Yuri. !M!
A/N: I want to continue with the story, but since I didn't like how I left the original first chapter, I rewrote it a little bit. Here you go!
Warning: This story features themes of a sexual nature (both consensual and non-consensual), blood, use of alcohol and drugs, heavy swearing, disfiguration, paedophilia and prostitution.
I will never give an explicit description of certain scenes, however I will heavily suggest what will be transpiring. This is rated M for a reason.
This isn't something I usually write, so don't expect some perfect work. It will seem shaky and/or rushed at points, but I hope most of you can look past that.
'Thinking.'
"Talking."
"Jutsu."
Chapter 1: The Nice Man
Naruko's P.O.V (A/N: I don't usually do first person, but occasionally I'll have to for the story to make more sense)
"I've had it up to here with your constant trouble making, Demon!" the Caretaker grabbed the back of my patchy t-shirt with her bony hands. "Everywhere you go you cause others to suffer. Well no more!" the old woman dragged me up the long flight of stairs to the orphanage's upper floor. My little legs could barely keep up with her longer ones, and every step I took up the stairs was a struggle.
"But I didn't do anything wrong! Jun started it!" my protests went unheard. When we finally reached the top, the Caretaker continued to walk straight towards one door in particular. As we passed all the other rooms, children around my age poked their heads out to see what all the fuss was about, however when the old woman glared at them, they quickly looked down and silently shut their doors.
"Lying is a sin, but of course you'd know that! Everything about you is sinful!" when we reached the room at the very end of the hall, she had to use all of her strength just to open it, and when she did, some of the brown paint flaked off.
Well, what was left of it.
"That's not true!" I cried out when she threw me inside the dusty room, scraping my knee on the hard floor in the process. This room 'belonged' to me, and because of that, it wasn't exactly the most pleasant place to live in. The floor wasn't wooden like everyone else's, it was hard concrete. How they got the concrete up here, I'll never know.
The walls, very much like the door, had paint peeling off and mould in the corners. I wasn't allowed to have many personal possessions, but what I did have, I cherished. My bed was small, almost as small as I was, and the mattress was itchy, as was the thin blanket on top. I didn't have a pillow.
There was also a small desk near the window and a chair that I often sat on, just so I could see the outside world. I rarely had the opportunity to leave the building (the Caretaker thought I would 'corrupt' innocent people if I was to come into contact with them), but when I did, I made the most of it.
One time, I was brave enough to venture away from the group when we went on a trip to visit the Hokage Mountain. It was the most freedom I had ever experienced. The first place I went to was a modest book shop just a few blocks away from the orphanage. The scent of old paper and coffee drew me there. When I walked in the door, I saw a counter at the far end of the shop and an older man sitting behind it.
I had never talked to anyone outside of the orphanage, so I was too scared to approach him, and fortunately, he never saw me. I browsed the different titles for a few minutes and considered buying one, however when I saw the prices, my face fell. One hundred and twenty ryō.
Orphans were usually given a small allowance to buy things like sweets and toys. The better behaved you are, the more money you get. Despite this, I always seemed to get less than everyone else, which was far from enough to buy a book. I almost left the shop when an idea struck me. I would be committing a crime, but this man had hundreds of books. Surely, he wouldn't miss one. Or two. Or maybe three.
I knew that if the Caretaker caught me with such items, she would be sure to make a lesson out of me by showing the other children what happens to thieves, but I decided to risk it anyway. When I picked out three books, I made sure to wait for the owner to become distracted by something before I fled. The thrill of the escape made me giggle as I sped through the streets of Konoha, never turning back to see if the man had spotted me. Luckily for me, I passed as a homeless street urchin, so no one paid much attention to me.
I decided to wait out the day until it was far into the night, knowing that the Caretaker would be fast asleep by now. It was difficult to reach my room on the second floor (third floor for those of you that call the 'ground floor' the 'first floor'), but I eventually managed it. For once, I was thankful that the Caretaker 'forgot' to feed me sometimes, because if I were any bigger, I wouldn't be able to squeeze through the open window.
That was most adventurous thing I had ever accomplished, and I was very proud of myself, despite the beating I received the next morning. The books I had chosen at random were 'The Brief History of Konohagakure', 'Basic Ninja Techniques for Beginners' and 'The Ninja Clans of Konohagakure'.
That had been six months ago, and now I keep each one hidden between my mattress and the metal frame. I didn't mind when I occasionally felt the books digging into my back because it was worth it in the end.
I had already finished 'The Ninja Clans of Konohagakure' and 'The Brief History of Konohagakure', and now I was halfway through the last one. I've been taking so long to finish them because, growing up alone and hated, no one had taught me how to read so I had to teach myself.
When I started to read the book about ninja techniques, I practiced the different jutsu when I could. I had already learned how to change my hair and eye colour with the Henge jutsu, and how to switch places with something with the Kawarimi jutsu! Maybe when I'm old enough, I'll get to join the ninja academy.
A Few Hours Later...
Thud! Thud!
"Get out here you little demon! Someone wants to see you!"
'Someone wants to see me? That's odd,' I thought to myself. I had given up hope on someone adopting me long ago, because every time a happy newlywed couple visited, the Caretaker made sure I was locked in my room. I didn't understand why I was never given a chance, but I soon caught on when she started to call me a 'demon'.
To this day, I still have no idea what I've done to make her hate me.
I closed the book I was reading and shoved it under my mattress. It took me a few tries, but I eventually managed to pull the door to my room open. At first, I was confused when I learned that I, a four year old malnourished girl, was able to do something an adult women could just barely do, but after a while it just brought me some satisfaction.
Opening stiff doors wasn't the only thing I learned how to do. I could bend some metal cutlery, like knives and forks, with ease. I could also lift large jugs of water without straining my muscles. I tried to hide it from the other children, in case it gave them something else to tease me with, but sometimes I liked to show off so they would leave me alone.
For example, earlier I punched Jun in the face for calling me an 'ugly demon'. I broke his nose.
When I made it downstairs, I approached the Caretaker cautiously. She was talking with a strange man that I had never seen before. He was tall, with dark brown hair, closely shaved at the sides. His beard was also full, but very short. More like stubble. The man was wearing a dark blue suit with a black tie, and when I got closer, I noticed that he was wearing a single glove on his left hand.
"Hello there, Naruko-chan. This lovely woman has told me a lot about you," he smiled kindly at me. He reached out his hand, the one without the glove. Something about him made me want to stay as far away from his as possible, but I frowned and shook off the foreign feeling. The corner of his mouth twitched, like he had noticed the brief change of emotions in me, and retracted his hand.
"Are you sure about this, sir? The Hokage never visits anymore, but if he learns that she's left-"
"Don't worry about that, just keep telling them that she's still here. I have an… associate, that will make sure no one bothers you," the man turned to face me again, but this time, he crouched down so he was eye-level with me. "I'm here to take you away from this place. Would you like that, Naruko-chan?"
I hated this place with a burning passion, but could I trust this man? I shrugged.
The man laughed and placed his hands on my shoulder. "I know that you're not the most trusting kid in the world, which is a good thing, but I'm not going to hurt you. All I want to do is help you. Will you come with me?"
Suddenly, my body relaxed and I felt calm, like all my suffering had been lifted from me. I nodded my head.
"Brilliant. Do you have anything you want to take with you? A toy? Some clothes?"
Once again, I nodded my head and raced back up the stairs. When I reached my room, I felt something prodding at my head, like it was warning me not to go with the man. I shook it off and grabbed my books, returning to the nice man. When he saw that I had not returned with a toy or some clothes, he chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder again.
"Are you ready to go now?"
"... Yes," I answered weakly, refusing to look him in the eyes.
"All right then," he looked at the Caretaker, who had not commented on my books like I'd expected her to. She knows I must have stolen them, so why didn't she shout at me? Hit me? Pull me away from the nice man? "We'll be leaving now. Tell no one about me," the nice man placed his gloved hand on the Caretaker's shoulder. She nodded before moving to open the front door.
The nice man guided me outside the orphanage and onto the streets of Konoha. I walked with him for a long time, never letting go of my books, and him never letting go of my shoulder. I continued to feel the prodding in my head, and the further we walked, the stronger it became.
We eventually reached the slums of Konoha, where most criminals and 'undesirables' lived. The houses were rundown, most of them abandoned and the people on the street didn't look any better. Why did such a smart looking man live here?
I noticed that no one looked at us, almost like they were too afraid. When we rounded a corner, a man who was walking our way gasped when he saw us and crossed the street immediately. Was the nice man hated like I was? Or was he feared? I suddenly felt very uncomfortable with him, and the prodding in my head started to feel more like a headache. I attempted to move away from him, but he just tightened his grip on my shoulder. I tried again, and this time he turned to face me, still smiling.
Before I could move again, he placed his gloved hand on my head and kept walking, and I found myself walking with him without protesting.
"Here we are, Naruko-chan. Your new home," the nice man stopped in front of a small building that looked as equally rundown as every other one around it, the only differences being the door and the small sign above it. The door was made of what looked to be dark iron. It also didn't have a handle to open it with.
The sign was small, crooked and made of decaying wood, and the chalk letters on it were barely readable.
''Devil's Angels'? What could that mean?'
The nice man tapped on the door with his knuckle, and the rectangular slider I never noticed opened. Dark eyes looked the both of us up and down before the slider closed and the door was opened from the inside. The nice man led me into a room that didn't have much inside, just a couple of chairs, a few tables and a dusty rug. Is this where I'll be living? I turned around to look at who opened the door for us.
It was a rather large man. His head was shaven, revealing intricate tattoos that continued down under his clothes, which consisted of a black short sleeved top and tight dark blue trousers. He didn't wear any shoes.
I felt very intimidated by him.
The nice man kicked the dusty rug away which revealed the trap door hidden underneath. He reached down and grabbed the metal ring that served as a handle, and pulled. Stairs that led into a dark corridor greeted me.
"I hope you're not afraid of the dark," he said as we started to walk down them, shutting the trap door behind us.
"I'm not," I said.
He just smiled.
After around fifteen seconds or so, we came across another door, but this time, it was wooden. We didn't have to wait for someone to let us in this time, the nice man just pushed it open.
I don't know what I expected. Rotting wood, cobwebs, rats... but not this. The walls were painted a rich, dark red and the floor was dark blue wood. Along one wall were booths, most of them occupied by ordinary looking people, nothing like the people I passed on the way here. Some were even dressed like the nice man!
I also noticed that a few of them had ninja headbands somewhere on their body.
On the other side of the large room was a long counter with a number of stools in front of it. Behind it were two people, one man and one women, both with the same blonde hair and green eyes. Twins, most likely. Behind them was a variety of different coloured drinks, all resting on shelves. Many of the people in the room raised their drinks to the nice man as we walked past them, but he never responded.
He led me to a door in the corner of the room, still never releasing me. We continued to go through a few more rooms before stopping in front of another door.
"You'll be staying in here with everyone else. I hope you get along with them."
'Everyone else?'
The nice man opened the door. Along both sides of the room were small beds, nothing impressive but still better than what I had at the orphanage. Children, some around my age, others a bit older, were scattered about the room.
Normal P.O.V
Most heads turned around to look at the newcomer, ignoring the man beside her.
"Hiromi-chan, come here," the man commanded. A teenage girl, around thirteen or fourteen years old came forward. The girl had chocolate brown hair, tied loosely in a bun at the back of her head, and dark eyes. She also had red-rimmed glasses that matched the scarlet shirt she wore, and black shorts.
"Yes, Hisao-sama?" the girl bowed politely.
'Hisao? That's his name?' Naruko asked herself.
"Naruko-chan here is new, so I was hoping you'd help her out."
"Of course, Hisao-sama," Hiromi took Naruko's hand, and despite the younger girl not wanting to leave Hisao's side, she followed the brunette. As soon as the man's hand ceased contact with her, the Uzumaki almost tripped. It was like a massive force wanted to push her away from the older man.
Hiromi gently sat Naruko down on an empty bed, and a few seconds later, Hisao left the room. The older girl opened one of the drawers to the bedside table and pulled out a scarlet button-up shirt, identical to the one she was wearing, and a pair of black shorts.
"This will probably be a little big on you, but you'll soon grow into it. Red shirts are for the girls, and blue is for the boys," Hiromi explained as she gestured to everyone else in the room. She was right, the girls all wore red shirts, and the boys were wearing blue. "Everyone wears these," she pointed to the shorts.
"Um... I... I don't know..."
"Let me guess, Hisao-sama didn't tell you what this is?" a boy around Hiromi's age appeared sat down next to her. Everyone else in the room just ignored them.
Naruko shook her head.
"Of course he didn't. Well, to start things off, my name's Keiji, nice to meet you," the boy, now known as Keiji, greeted Naruko. He had pale, shaggy blond hair that almost completely covered his green eyes.
"N-nice to meet you, K-Keiji-san..."
"There's no need for '-san', Keiji is just fine," he smiled and lightly shook the Uzumaki's hand. "Everyone here goes by the name Hisao-sama gives them, no real names or honorific suffixes needed. You'll probably get yours tomorrow."
"I see."
"Yeah. Well I suppose I should introduce you to everyone. First, the boys: the emo over there is Kuro, the short one is Nao, the spunky one is Ryuu, and the know-it-all is Satoru. The girls: the bubbly one is Akira, the adorable one is Emiko and the goody-two-shoes is Hideko. You'll all get properly introduced later," Keiji then looked at what Naruko was holding. "Books? Well, aren't you a funny one. Usually newcomers take something sentimental, like a bracelet, or a necklace, or a stuffed animal."
"Can I see them?" Hiromi asks nicely. Naruko nodded and placed the three books in the girl's hands.
"Huh, interesting choices. Do you want to become a ninja?"
Naruko furiously nodded her head and smiled. "More than anything."
"Hold onto that dream, no matter what," Hiromi playfully messed up Naruko's hair and grinned when the Uzumaki yelled 'hey!' and tried to desperately fix it.
"So... um... what is this place?"
Hiromi and Keiji looked at each other nervously.
"I've always hated this part..." the brunette sighed and gently rubbed Naruko's shoulder with her hand. "This might be a bit difficult for you to understand... we don't live here for free."
"Huh? You mean we have to pay Hisao money to stay here?"
"First of all, it's Hisao-sama. Secondly, no, we don't pay with money."
Keiji tapped Naruko shoulder's, bringing her attention to him. "All those people sitting inside that room you passed through are Hisao-sama's customers, and it's our job to... entertain them."
"Entertain them? I don't understand."
"They pay to get some time with us in a private room, and we have to do what they say."
"I still don't get it."
"They will... touch you, in certain places, and you have to touch them back. Are you getting it now?"
"I... no, I'm not. What is this place?"
"Naru-"
"Oh shut up Keiji! There's no point in explaining something like this to a little girl, she'll understand when someone gets their hands on her later!" the 'emo' boy stood up and glared at Keiji and Hiromi.
"Kuro! Don't say things like that!" Hiromi stood up in front of Naruko, like she was protecting her from the boy. Kuro was a few inches taller than both Keiji and Hiromi, so it was likely that he was also a few years older. Fifteen? Sixteen?
"Back off, Kuro!" Keiji stood up as well so he and Hiromi were both acting as protective shields. "You don't know if she'll be chosen tomorrow, she could still have time."
"Are you kidding me? She's young and a virgin, perfect for all the fucked up perverts out there!" he pointed to the door that Naruko and Hisao came through. "I bet that as soon as they see her, they started bidding against each other to see who would get her."
"I don't want anyone to have me! I want to leave!" the Uzumaki were sobbing and shaking now, and almost immediately, Hiromi rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug.
"Shh, it's gonna be okay, I promise," she gentyly rocked the younger female back and forth, like a mother calming down her child.
Keiji pushed Kuro back. "Just because you don't have a lot of time left doesn't mean you should take it out on the new kids. Go sulk in a corner somewhere."
Kuro grunted and went to go sit down on his bed, but before he did, he locked eyes with Naruko. Instead of the anger or annoyance she expected, the older boy's facial expression held nothing but pity. "You can't leave. No one can."