I intended it to be a one-shot...but I got completely carried away and managed to write a prologue, not even getting to the one interesting scene I wanted to write. Anyway, it's not exactly the tipical fanfiction I would write, but I guess I'll write it for fun. Anyways, it has narusasu, shounen-ai, probably a bit of yaoi. Other characters present are Sakura, Hinata, Gaara and probably Kiba later on. Anyways, hope you like this fic, I intent to finish it quickly, so within ten chapters and hopefully get another chapter done by tomorrow.

I do not own Naruto or any of the characters mentioned in the following story.

I. Prologue

The cool autumn breeze swept through the lands of the west, carrying with it the last remnants of radiant summer days. The wind caressed the midnight fields drenched in the moon's icy gloom, crossed dazzling cities and slumbering villages and finally reached the gates of an imposing estate. The radiant leaves carried by the winds hovered over the estate's grounds, some of which were blown by a playful gust of wind towards its grand balcony.

There, amid cold marble statues stood a young man, with gold blond hair and deep blue eyes, the warmth of the now absent sun trapped within the bright color of his hair and in the kindness of his gaze. Gripping the balcony railing tightly he stood with his eyes closed, permitting the autumn breeze to penetrate the thin fiber of his clothes and envelope his entire being in a fresh and liberating sent. He opened his eyes as soon as playful autumn leaves touched his cheek, a smile gracing his lips as his gaze took on a deeper shade, his eyes lingering on a far sight in the distance.

"I wonder if I can manage this?" he whispered to the winds. Letting go of the railing he soon closed his eyes again, his head falling back whiles he opened his arms as if to embrace the cool breeze that had somehow grown stronger around him. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly flung his arms into the air, his lips now baring a brilliant smile. His eyes were almost sparkling with delight and joy, reflecting the determination that had sprung roots within him.

"Yosha!" he shouted into the night, beaming. His eyes were now fixed on the stars, his content smile still lingering on his lips. "I won't let you down!" he finally smirked before turning around and entering the dark halls of the mansion.

The leaves spun gently through the air once more before floating off into the night, gingerly tapping the railing as they took their leave.

His eyes sprung open as he glared at the dark ceiling above him. His own hand felt strange pressed against his sweaty forehead as he pushed aside the wet raven strands that had been clinging to his face. His other hand gripped the sheets of his covers, trembling slightly as he began to remember every small detail of his dream. Why he kept dreaming about the same person, the same place and the same outcome every time, he did not know. All that was clear to him was that it was unnerving, causing excruciating havoc to his mind and body. He had never once, in all of his years at his former lodging, felt so agitated and helpless.

The same dream had been repeating itself for the past week, from the first night he arrived at the mansion. At first he thought it was the relief of getting out of that rat hole of a brothel and finally having a roof above his head where he didn't need to use his body and seclude his inner self in the deep corners of his mind, just to pay his lodgings. It felt incredible to be able to watch his companions laugh freely and enjoy the freedom the enormous mansion provided, without having to think bitterly of what would happen to the joyful laughter at night. Of course he would be somewhat thankful for the one that had managed to save them from their terror and had offered them a suitable, not to say overwhelming home. Of course he would feel in a sense relieved that he needn't take care of his companions any longer, since there would be a person more influential than him to take his place. Moreover, the one in charge was even prepared to take him under his wing as well. There was no doubt that he felt grateful, more than he would ever admit of course, and more than his pride would allow showing. But that that gratefulness and relief would reshape themselves into such a disturbing dream, he would never have expected. He, Uchiha Sasuke, had never faced a greater mishap in his personal barrier.

Throwing the covers aside, he silently placed his feet on the soft cushioning rug and walked slowly towards one of two large windows that were permitting the glistening moonlight to enter his shadowy room. He could see his reflection within the cool glass and stared into his own black eyes, his thoughts wandering beyond the walls that he now called his home.

Even if his own dreadful story had begun eight years ago, the reality of warm emotions, freedom and safety had begun creeping into his being only in the past three months. It all began when the brothel he was imprisoned in received an unlikely guest. Sasuke, together with two other girls and a red haired boy, where summoned to the head mistresses chambers, where they would usually meet a possible client and be chosen for his or her delight. Sasuke remembered the drenched, lifeless gazes of his companions as they walked the dreaded path every evening, despair claiming their minds at the thought of the next horrific night they would spend in the clutches of some ruthless vial and disgusting client.

He had known all too well what was going on in their minds, as he had suffered the same torments in the first years of his imprisonment. He had been nine when he was sold to the brothel and was offered to a client on his very first night there. Overcoming the disgust towards his own body and the despair of his violated being had taken a long time, but once Sasuke had finally managed to seclude his sanity from his body, as if blacking out the moment he stepped over the threshold of yet another bedroom, he discovered the means to survive the purgatory that was his day and night. He had often thought of taking his own life, but his hate towards the merciless tyrant that was running the brothel would in time surpass even the greatest disgust he had ever felt for his own flesh, making his pride a barrier before which all self-harming thoughts crumbled instantly. He would not have the wench he owed his tormented life to, dominate and destroy him.

He had built up wall, determined not to let her win but to survive every torture she would put him through. This spiteful endurance he had built within him together with his untamed pride and attractive features made him the desire of all the brothel's top clients, therefore earning him a small amount of power, insufficient to get him out of the brothel but enough to give some of the weaker prisoners of the brothel protection. Sakura, Hinata and Gaara had been the ones he had managed to shelter. They weren't spared from the clients vial hunger for fresh young skin, but they would be free to live an almost normal live during the day, a privilege Sasuke finally renounced after realizing that inhaling too much of freedom's sent would brake his masterly crafted shield.

He remembered finally passing the satin colored hallway that lead to the mistress's chambers that fateful evening, curious as to why all four of them had been summoned together. Usually, their clients would settle for one of them, each client having his preferred slave, a thought that sickened Sasuke to no end. Only once was he forced to touch another slave and satisfy his perverted client, a memory that even with his mental barrier would leave him paralyzed with disgust and hate. He did have his revenge however, making sure that that client would never seek the services of a brothel again. Aware of his value for the perverted industry, a value that the mistress was far too fond of to risk laying a finger on him, he escaped any form of punishment that would otherwise be given to a normal slave.

Stepping into the blood red adorned chambers of the monster he despised most, Sasuke peered through the ever present cigar smoke that filled the toxic dwelling of the mistress to find a man with blond hair and clear blue eyes smiling at them. The mistress's chamber was mainly filled with red and violet cushions surrounding a low round table, the poisonous colors being reflected by several mirrors plastered on the wall behind velvet curtains. The mistress herself, a skinny, decaying figure with yellowish skin and foggy eyes was resting against one of her larger cushions, her hands placed stiffly on the table as she eyed the contents of a wooden box that lay before her. Sasuke recognized the greedy look in her eyes, already knowing that the box she was staring at held the payment for all of them. He couldn't hide the nausea that the old hag's presence and actions were causing him. Sickened by her contempt look, he turned his gaze towards the blond man. Sasuke wanted to see the repulsive glare of a perverted client, especially now since he had hired all four slaves for his bidding.

He was prepared to face that nauseating glare and to start planning a way out for the other three slaves if not for himself. But there was no such glare. Sasuke persisted in his own stare, trying to unmask that seemingly gentle smile, but despite his experience and skills that he had developed along the years, he couldn't read him, at all. A sudden panic gripped him. He had never met a client whose intentions he couldn't read. That meant that he had no power of manipulating or seducing him. Enraged and alarmed at the same time, Sasuke watched the man rise to his feet. The mistress hurriedly jumped up, her bony arm clasping the man's shoulder as she led him and the four slaves towards one of the main bedchambers, reserved only for top-clients.

Sasuke never had expected the man's voice to be so clear and bright once the door had been closed and locked behind them. What took him completely off guard was the fact that the man explained to them that they were to come to that very room every night and spend the night locked away from any other personal or client of the brothel. As for their services, the man never asked for such a thing.

Sasuke and his companions would be summoned every night for the following two and a half months to this bedchamber, where they would sleep undisturbed till the following morning. Sasuke couldn't believe any of it, or any of the kind words or questions that the blond man uttered. He would be there every night for the first two weeks, asking them about themselves, about their lives, if they had families and other curious questions that Sasuke would respond with a glare. His three companions were easier to pry open. The girls especially began to trust the man after only a couple of nights, the man himself talking about his own family, about his son, telling adventurous stories and jokes. Sasuke soon realized, and was completely astonished by the fact that the blond man with clear blue eyes and an ever present confident and warm smile was cutting them off from any other client of the brothel. Apparently, he had paid for them in full, covering every possible payment that any other top client would offer for their services. Not only did the blond man own them, but he also treated them completely different than they were accustomed to. Sasuke especially was dumbfounded to find that he had more of a fatherly attitude towards them than anything else.

The man stopped coming after the first two weeks, but Sasuke and his companions continued to spend the night in the reserved bedchamber. They saw the man once more before leaving the brothel, a month before they were picked up from their hell house and driven to the estate. Their savior had grown thinner and paler but his warm gaze never faltered. Sasuke never opened up to him, nor uttered many words in his presence to the very end. But that didn't seem to bother the blond man. Before he took his leave of them for the last time, he gave Sasuke one of his comforting warm smiles and patted Sasuke's head gently. That was the first and last time he had touched any of them.

Sasuke couldn't trust his eyes as he watched how all of his belongings were taken away a month later, himself and his three companions being escorted to a black shimmering car and driven away from the brothel. Completely confused and without a clue as to what was in store for them once they arrived at their destination, he was dragged along by the two girls, both of them apparently convinced of the safety that awaited them. Gaara, who alike Sasuke had been at the beginning hostile towards their savior, had given the man his complete trust in the end. Sasuke was the only one having serious doubts for their safety.

It was the first time Sasuke's instinct proved to be wrong. Once arrived at the estate they were greeted by an energetic young man, with blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, identical to those of his father. In the course of the following week he managed to explain to them about his father's history, how he had bought several slaves out of brothels and given them new lives. The young man, Naruto, would not name the actual reason for his father's good deeds, stating that they would learn in time, but that it had no relevance to their newly acquired freedom. Naruto then explained that there were different preparations made for them to start new lives, but that they had to stay at the estate for a few weeks until all preparations would be completed. In the mean time, they would be free to wonder about anywhere they pleased and had been each given a room and fitted with every manner of clothes and food they would possible wish for.

Sasuke stared at his reflection, watching as the sky gradually began to brighten. He had understood that everything that had been said to him about his newly acquired freedom was true, and yet it seemed far too good for him to actually believe it. It could be but a dream that some benefactor decided to pick them out of the hell hole and give them a fresh new start. Sasuke was no fool and it enraged him that his companions were lighthearted enough to accept it all without any sign of reluctance. What annoyed him the most was the son of their infamous benefactor. He had the same deep gaze, the same dazzling smile and warmth, but with an outburst of energy that was completely impossible to control. He would laugh while acting completely foolish in front of them, joking around. Sasuke was convinced that the blond was mocking them, mocking him most of all. He was unnerving with his clear eyes, straightforward personality and cheerfulness.

Sasuke clenched his fists as he slowly turned his back to the rising sun that peaked over the far out hills. Sasuke glared at the bed he had been sleeping at what seemed like hours ago, his nails digging deep into his skin. Even with all the harassment and repulsive slime that would torture his flesh every night, Sasuke never had to deal with dreams like the one he had just had. That idiotic dream was because of that fool of a blond. Sasuke had never met someone as preposterous as him, his father not even nearly as annoying as his son. Thoughts of the blond had penetrated his thoughts, his barrier, making Sasuke dream of him, dream of another bedchamber, dream of pleasure, of lust and of a never before felt sensation in his body.

Sasuke had felt the dream's influence on him whenever he would see the blond during the day. He hated the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off Naruto. He despised the fact that he was drawn to that fool, being fully aware that the urges he was feeling could have only one cure. He loathed it. And now, after a solid week of that dismal dream penetrating every resistance he had ever built, Sasuke was sure that if he wouldn't get the cure for his newly found disease, he would go insane.

a/n...the story is T-rated for now but it will probably go up to M-rated later.

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