Title: Take me Home and Call me Blue

Summery: He was only a seventeen-year-old slave. He was only a twenty-year-old noble. Why was he picked out of all the others? (Sasu/Naru)

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto…I only have a few bucks.

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto

Please enjoy the prologue of Take me Home and Call me Blue.
(Don't forget to R&R!)

Dim, cheap lights flickered on and off. Lungs were filled with damp, filthy air as crystalline eyes looked at their surroundings. He was told that he was going to live in riches, but all he got was a dull, gray room. Rust colored mold looked like it was seeping from the ceiling and slowly crawling down stonewalls. The soft scratches of rats' nails could be heard above him. A soft sigh escaped light pink lips as this seventeen-year-old boy felt like he was about to give up all hope.

Here in this isolated room, he was alone. The only other object in his prison was a one-inch thick mattress that lied lifelessly on the concrete floor. 'Why him?' is what he often asked himself. What had he done to be put in this hell? No…this was worse then hell tenfold! He was sure if the devil himself was put in here that he would cry.

He gritted his teeth as he shouted, "Damn!" He violently swung his fist to the nearest wall. As soon as his tan knuckles came in contact with the solid wall, he yelped loudly and retreated to his "bed". He took a seat and looked at his right hand, which had tiny spots of blood on it. He bit his lip some so he would not concentrate on the agonizing pain his hand was going through. He closed his eyes as he began to imagine how pathetic he looked.

The only article of clothing on his body was a pair of baggy black shorts, which had many rips and holes in them. His skin was dirty, he had many scars, his once golden hair was tangled and matted, and he was as skinny as a pole. Small rib bones were practically trying to rip through the tanned skin on his chest. He has been like this for over ten years now. He only ate once a day, he was bathed once every Month, and to make things better, a leather collar was tightly secured around his neck. The boy hissed every time he moved his neck because the thin leather would cut his fragile skin. Heck, sometime the cuts got infected because of his poor living conditions. There were also open wounds plastered on various parts of his body from the good whipping he had just received a day ago.

The teen's eyes snapped open as he cussed under his breath. He looked like the walking dead, or that was what he told himself. He never should have trusted that man with those golden eyes and sinister smile. But he was little back then. How was he supposed to know that he would get kidnapped and be put on the slave market? Plus he wasn't the only person in that situation. There were about sixty more teens around his age stuck in tiny rooms.

The boy let his thin arms slide up to his head as his slender fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. With a violent tug, he began to scream. "Damn this god forsaken place to hell! I hope every one of you bastards die and go to fuc-!" he continued with his long list of insults as he threatened to rip is own hair out of his head. His voice was starting to get louder as the heavy, wooden door to his room swung open and a tall figure slid in.

"Little…little Naruto," the pale man cooed as placed his hands on his hips, "Why must you be so loud? You know if you keep acting this way you will have to be punished." The man's eerie smile caused the teen to silence for a minute before he spoke up.

"Like hell you're gonna' punish me!" he spat as he spitted at the man's feet. This earned him a dangerous frown from the older as he walked his way to the boy and gripped him by the hair. Naruto quickly drew his legs away from the man so he was not stepped on.

"How dare you disrespect me you piece of trash!" the man hissed as he yanked the boy's head back by the hair. "You should be grateful that I let you live here." The man didn't have a chance to carry on his lecture as the blond began to laugh loudly. The laughing was soon silenced and was placed with a rather disgusted look.

"You call this living? This is worse then dieing!" Naruto howled as the man lifted him off the ground, hand tightening the deadly grip on the worn out hair. "I would rather be living on the streets then here you fu-" he was not able to finish his statement as he was harshly pushed to the ground. He elbow hit the stone floor with an echoing thud and his hip did the same. A small yelp escaped from slightly parted lips as he felt a boot covered foot stepped on his chest with no mercy. Naruto began to gasp for air as the pressure on his lungs got heavier and heavier, almost to the point to where he felt like he was going to burst.

"Let this be a little lesson to you Naru-Chan. Do not underestimate my superiority…" he lifted up his foot and the teen inhaled sharply, welcoming the oxygen into his body. The man waltzed to the door, long, black hair swaying side to side as he did so. Naruto was basically burning holes in the others back with his deadly glare. "Oh! I forgot to mention…" the voice stated as he was about to close the door, "You will not get your meal for today." And with that, the "master" retreated behind thick wood.

Once the 'click' of the lock made it to Naruto's ears, he painfully sat up and rubbed his side. For the past week, his beatings were getting worse, and he was not sure how to handle it. He crawled to his bed slowly; afraid that if he moved too much that he would break. He rested his body softly on the firm mattress and stared out into space. He wanted to get out of here; he wanted to be free, not on a leash, literally. His only way out was to either die or be bought by some cruel bastard like he was a toy. Naruto knew he would take the first choice over the second one any time in a heart beat.

Naruto let his eyes close as he lay there daydreaming. He thought what it would be like in the outside world. How people talked to each other rather than being yelled at. He even wandered about how actual food tasted like. He really didn't know how long he had been in that state, but the lights were turned off after what seemed to be only a few minutes. "Time to go to sleep!" he heard a familiar voice yell. He knew that he wasn't the only one who heard it as short groans and moans of frustration filled his ears. If it weren't for the strict scheduled, Naruto wouldn't know if it was day or night.

A small sniffle was the only noise in the cold room as the teen tried his best not to cry out in despair. Another day in this place had come and gone, and he was sure if he was denied true human contact any longer that he would go insane. He rolled onto his side and curled his body into a ball. This was the only way he could sleep and keep himself warm since the nights here were cold and unforgiving.

Darkness…that was all he could see, and all he would ever see.

So… I should continue it or no? Tell me what you think!

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