Slave to a Shark - Chapter 1: Sold
Summary: The Uchiha's are legends sought after for their beauty, grace and power. One day, Sasuke steps out into the outside world and gets caught, his brother Itachi tries to save him but ends up caught as well. The two are captured and sold to a man known as the Monster of the Mist.
Pairing: KisaIta
Rating: M
Warning: violence, slavery, bondage, torture, yaoi, other stuff I probably didn't list.
Kisame is a monster in this fic and will not be fluffy or kind like in my other fics. At least not right away.
Also, slow plot progression compared to my other fics.
Kisame Hoshigaki was known as the monster of the Hidden Mist. He was heir to the renowned Hoshigaki clan and did not disappoint in any trademark Hoshigaki trait. He was dangerous, sadistic, and ruthless. It wasn't just personality where his monstrous traits were certain - but in appearance as well. His appearance resembled that of a shark, with blue shake like skin, dark navy blue locks, gill-like crevices on his face, teeth that were sharpened like knives and the stature of a giant. His eyes were dark, beady and reminiscent of cold, empty pathways and dungeons - it was said that with a mere glance the infamous Hoshigaki could kill.
From a young age the heir was trained in the art of murder, of fighting and of business. He kept the family business going and if anyone has the guts to try to take him out, he could rip their heads straight of their body. Naturally, he was feared and respected. He had few he could call friends - but there was another man in the Mist with a name almost as fearsome as Kisame's own. This man was known as Momichi Zabuza.
On this particular day, Zabuza and Kisame were traveling together in the back of a limo, talking business and politics.
"By the way, Kisame, have you considered taking in another slave?"
"Why? They're all weak." Kisame nearly laughed. "It's not worth my time."
"There is a slave auction going on right now and it's said there are Uchiha's for sale."
"The Uchiha?" Kisame actually paused to consider this. "Are you sure?"
"Well that's the rumor anyway."
"Must be false." Kisame shrugged.
"But you're intrigued."
"Who wouldn't be?" Kisame said. "They are legends."
"I want one." Zabuza said. "Shall we go to the auction together?"
"Well..." Kisame pondered. "If there really are Uchiha's present it wouldn't be a complete waste of time."
-.-.-
The Uchiha clan was well known for their red eyes in Konohagakure. When under stress or feeling a deep emotion their eyes would blaze crimson and depending on the maturity and experiences, the black swirls of their eyes increased or even changed shape. Clan members whose eyes could change shape were most sought after - as slaves.
All Uchihas were said to have unrivaled beauty, grace and intelligence. It was for this reason that they were captured, sold and used. Whether the purpose was sex, breeding, entertainment, war or anything else really, the Uchiha's were perfect.
The legend goes that the Uchiha have the power of the moon and hold great reserves of untapped power. Many Uchiha's were captured to be used in experiments to verify this or to learn new medical procedures.
The legend and mystique of the Uchiha clan went far beyond all this however, but the truth is no one really knows enough about them because they went into hiding hundreds of years prior when the hunt for their kind began.
To find an Uchiha is to find a true priceless treasure - one that no mere person could afford. Those slavers who could manage to capture one every decade or so became insanely rich, or lost themselves in the pleasure of the slave they captured.
Uchiha Itachi was well aware of all of this and more, his interest in history taught him all this. That's why he was so afraid when his little brother Sasuke ran into the Slaver's territory and ran after him. But it was too late, Sasuke was captured. His eyes blazing, Itachi tried to fight back but was knocked out by a tranquilizer.
When he awoke he was naked, chained and surrounded by artificial lights. His little brother lay sleeping nearby, chained as well.
Don't worry, Sasuke, your big brother will take care of you. Itachi thought, resolving to do whatever it took, fight to the last inch of his life if necessary, to save his brother from this fate.
Then everything was dark again.
-.-.-
Kisame entered the slave auction, it was a closed auction only open to the elite and those with large wallets. Everyone wore suits and there was champagne and fancy desserts. The auditorium had a large red curtain blocking the view of the items for sale.
"This place is a shithole." Zabuza said, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne.
"No kidding." Kisame said, wondering if he was regretting this visit already.
"Let's take our seats and hope the auction doesn't disappoint." And indeed many others were taking their seats as well at one of the fancy round tables with red rosey table clothes. Kisame and Zabuza had chosen to arrive at the last minute so as to avoid any unnecessary dealings.
Not long after taking their seats, the announcer spoke out loud and began the auction. It was quite boring, no one sparked Kisame's interest. With a sigh, Kisame took a sip of champagne and watched as a girl with long pink hair down to her knees was dragged off by a gruff looking man. She was pretty, but women weren't exactly Kisame's cup of tea.
Zabuza however, did find someone who interested him. It was a man - who Kisame would not have believed to be one of not for the fact that he was clearly naked- with cascading, long black hair and deep brown eyes. The man had pale, skin that could be compared to the beauty of the moon. Zabuza was instantly entranced and not only bought the slave, but excused himself to go enjoy his new possession. Kisame was left alone to see through the auction and was considering just leaving when...
"And finally... The moment you have all been waiting for..." The announcer began, and Kisame's ears perked. Could this be it? "We have... Two Uchihas! They are brothers! First the older one."
A man with a mask led a naked boy to the center of the stage, there was no chain or other object holding him down. No, Kisame could see the mark of the slave imbedded on his neck. Uchihas had to be marked. As long as it was marked, it would not argue and would do as it was told.
The mark wasn't all that interested Kisame however, it was the boy himself. He stood confident, his face expressionless and not at all afraid in the situation. He had bags around his eyes, giving a look of one who was wise beyond their years, and his hair was long black and dull. His skin was creamy and flawless - but his eyes. His dark onyx eyes were a sight to behold, they held a shine and beauty unlike anything Kisame had seen before. Those very eyes surveyed the room, carefully analyzing every person in the room. The way they seemed to inhale knowledge shocked Kisame, it was amazing. He knew at that moment that he had to have him.
The moment he had come to stage, all eyes were on him, on his well-toned, practiced body. It was obvious he was trained in some sort of sport by his muscles and chest. His presence dominated the room and no one dared speak for the longest time. Finally the announcer spoke "boy, show them your red eyes."
The boy did not argue, he could not, for he was marked by the curse of the slave. His eyes changed red, one by one the black swirls of his eyes increased, showing off for the crowd. There were gasps as many realized not only were the legends true, but the man before them had rare eyes - three black swirls! Then there was silence. His eyes changed shape into a three pointed star type and most people in the room knew at that moment that they could not afford him, his value was more then even their lives or fat wallets.
Kisame was not one of those people. Entranced by the Uchiha, and filled with both lust and the desire to break apart the confident boy before him, he rose from his seat. "100 million Seo."
No one said a word. 100 million Seo was more then anyone else in the room could afford. The previous girl had been sold for 25,000 Seo.
The announcer gulped, knowing already that with that single bid no one else would dare bid. But he did his job anyway. "Going once, going twice..." No one spoke. "And sold- to Mr. Hoshigaki!"
There were looks all around. The poor Uchiha was going to land into the hands of the monster of the mist, this treasure would soon become broken and destroyed. No one dared to speak though- no one wanted the wrath of the monster.
Kisame went up to the stage to claim his prize and to sign the blood contract giving him total control over the slave. Once the contract was complete - it only took a second- he spoke to the Uchiha.
"Follow me, Uchiha." And the Uchiha complied, following Kisame back to his table, where he stood by Kisame's side and did not move nor speak as he was not yet ordered to do so.
Kisame had no interest in conversing with the Uchiha, he only wanted to see this auction through.
"Sir." The Uchiha spoke as the announcer spoke. This shocked Kisame - the act of speaking without seeking permission first should have caused intense pain to the Uchiha, so intense that most slaves instantly kneel and beg for it to stop.
But this Uchiha did not so much as flinch. Was the seal working properly? Kisame turned and saw that the Uchiha's eyes were blazing red and the seal on his neck was blazing as well. So it was definitely causing intense pain.
"What?" Kisame conceded, deciding that if the slave thought speaking out of turn was worth the pain, then it was worth his time listening. At least right now, later he could teach the Uchiha true pain.
"Please, buy my brother."
Kisame blinked. Was he for real?
"If you don't." The Uchiha turned his blazing eyes to the shark monster. "I'll kill myself, no matter what pain it takes I'll do it. But buy my brother, and I will give you my complete loyalty. I promise you this."
Kisame smirked his pointy teeth showing. "You have some nerve."
"What is the point of buying me alone anyway? Your collection will be incomplete." The Uchiha's voice was like silk, it rang through Kisame's ears like birdsong and seemed to shake Kisame to his core. How could someone have such an impact on him, the most fearsome creature in this part of the world?
Uchiha's truly are legends.
"Going once.." The announcer said and Kisame's train of thought was broken. He didn't know why he complied - setting a bad record with a slave really, especially considering Kisame hadn't even looked at the younger Uchiha yet, having been distracted by the older one - but Kisame rose once more and said in a booming voice "100 million Seo."
The moment he said this another man jumped up and said "That's not fair, you already got one! Isn't there a rule against buying more than one?"
Kisame turned his sharp, dangerous eyes towards the voice and the man yelped, caught in the glare of beasts. He visibly shrank and quieted down.
"Going once.. Going twice... And sold!" The announcer screamed out enthusiastically.
The older Uchiha followed Kisame, who had never been given the order to stop following when he got up to get his younger brother.
The younger brother looked to be perhaps 12 or 13 years of age, his hair shone in the light, spiking in the back like a porcupine's and his eyes were full of rage and fury. He wasn't stoic like his older brother.
Maybe there is some variance among the Uchiha. Kisame thought.
"Draw blood here." The man who sealed slaves directed as Kisame completed the contract to own the boy.
-.-.-
"Take the younger boy and chain him in the dungeon, make sure he gets food and water." Kisame barked to a maid as he entered his home.
The older Uchiha continued to follow Kisame, not speaking as he was not given permission to do so and probably did not want to incite the pain involved with speaking out of turn. Kisame went straight to his personal torture room. After realizing he had given into the threat of the Uchiha, he felt an overwhelming need to declare dominance. Besides, the older Uchiha had a unique beauty that appealed to Kisame, and made him want to destroy it.
The torture room had all types of torture devices, chains, cuffs, and other things. It was a mostly empty, well lit room with iron walls. Kisame had tortured many a slave here.
Kisame shoved the older Uchiha against the wall of the torture room.
"You're allowed to speak and make whatever noise you wish from here on out. In addition, whatever you were told about slavery is irrelevant. Do whatever you wish until I give specific orders." Kisame was undoing everything the seal had forced Itachi to do. Kisame liked to do his own training, not the one the seal created.
"Thank you." Itachi said, his face expressionless.
Kisame fisted his hand and punched Itachi straight in the face, knocking the crow against the wall where he hit his head and slid downwards.
"You won't fight back?" Kisame asked, he had seen in the moments before his punch how the crow had seen the attack coming and chose not to respond.
"I promised you if you had brought my brother. I will do whatever you want me to and accept whatever punishment you throw at me." The crow said, wiping blood out of his mouth. Kisame hadn't held back, and he was not weak.
For a moment, Kisame felt a tinge of guilt. Just for a moment, before he grabbed the crow by his neck, forced him up and met his eyes.
There was no hatred or fear in those eyes. Kisame felt a shiver run through his spine in fear - how could this boy feel nothing after being attacked that harshly?
"You." Kisame said through gritted teeth. "Will never order me to do anything again."
The crow choked out blood, his eyes blinked once but otherwise nothing more, not even red.
"Yes sir."
Kisame was surprised by the obedience. He was expecting resistance - in fact he had wanted it, that's why he gave the crow freedom. The resistance made it all the more exciting for Kisame when he finally broke his slaves – and what had caught his attention the most during the auction was Itachi's determined eyes. Kisame thought that this boy would be difficult, would resist, would fight back with those fearsome, determined eyes until he finally broke.
"What's your name?"
"Aren't you supposed to give me a new one?"
Kisame let the crow go before punching him again in the stomach, causing the crow to make a sound of sheer pain as he fell forward and onto Kisame's hand, his body shaking in pain and blood pouring out of his mouth.
"I asked you a question."
"I-Itachi." The crow managed to say as he struggled to breathe and deal with the pain inside of him.
"Well then, Itachi, welcome to hell. Your little brother would've been better off in other hands."
"W-what do you mean?" For once there was an emotion - one Kisame couldn't identify, threatening perhaps? - in the boy's voice as his eyes met Kisame's.
"I am known as the Monster of the Mist. You are an Uchiha and would have been valued and treasured in any other hands. Me? I just want to tear you apart."
"You can do what you want to me." Itachi said, his voice barely above a whisper and his red eyes swirling into the three point star shape. "But if you touch my brother I will tear you apart."
Kisame felt fear. For the first time in his life Kisame was genuinely afraid - and of someone half his size. It excited him. The boy was barely standing, clutching his stomach and glaring with command at the monster before him.
"Didn't I just tell you to never give me an order?" Kisame said, clenching his teeth as he fisted his hand and threw another punch at Itachi.
Itachi actually caught it this time, holding the shark's fist tightly in the palm of his hand, his eyes never leaving Kisame's.
"That wasn't an order, it was a threat." Kisame stared in shock, his eyes wide. He wasn't using his full strength, but still no one had the guts to fight back to this extent, and no one had the strength to hold this much of his strength. No slave anyway.
"You... Are strong." Kisame conceded. "I'll give you that much." Kisame loosened his fist away from the crow.
"Thank you." Itachi said, letting his hand fall. Immediately afterwards, Kisame hit him so hard he heard a crack before everything went black.
Kisame watched as the crow fell to the ground, unconscious. Blood dripping from his head.
Maybe I hit him too hard... I was hoping to use these whips but now I'll have to leave it like this.
Kisame turned to leave the room, when he stopped and remembered the way the boy had grabbed his fist in defense of his brother. A small wisp of respect for the crow lingered within the shark for the gesture and managed to leave the monster confused. Kisame turned around once again, inspecting the unconscious Uchiha. Kisame picked him up and brushed the hair on his face aside and for a moment, his heart skipped a beat.
He's beautiful up close.
Kisame let his hands trace the flowing blood and he sighed. A moment later, Kisame carried the Uchiha out and to the west wing where he had a doctor on call at all hours. It was his old friend Kakuzu who had appealed to Kisame to invest his money in Kakuzu in order to do experiments on humans and learn about new ways to improve surgery and medicine. Kakuzu was surprisingly successful and had garnered Kisame a lot of money in the process, the two had a mutual business agreement.
Kakuzu's work want exactly legal, and Kisame and the means to both protect and provide for it to continue. His results could be used to legally create and use the advancements in the medical field.
Kisame entered the west wing and wrinkled his nose. It always smelled like blood. He was used to it, heck he loved the smell, but it was the human experimentation that bothered him. Just a little. Not that he would admit it, he had a reputation to uphold.
Kisame entered the actual medical side, where no one was cut up and blood didn't line the walls. It was a simple room with a white background and many cabinets, a chair, a window and what you'd generally expect in a small hospital room. There was a bed where Kisame dropped the crow and opened up the cabinets one by one until he found the one he was looking for.
Reaching in, he removed some bandages and bandaged the wound on Itachi's head.
Briefly, he wondered what he hell he was doing. A moment later, Kisame left the room and sent a message to the butler to take Itachi back to his cell.
"Nii-San!" Itachi heard Sasuke's voice call and gently shake him. "Nii-San!"
"S-Sas...keh...?" Itachi felt dizzy, the world around him was dark and he could not see. His body felt like it was out of sync with his soul.
"Nii-San, what happened to you? I'm so sorry..."
"Where are we?" Itachi managed to find his voice as light finally filled his eyes. He saw his brother's worried expression first, then the prison they were in second. Memories came flooding in and Itachi shook. He was afraid - had he really gotten his brother stuck in a worse situation?
"We are in the basement in cells. They put us in here. Drink water." Sasuke held up a glass of water to Itachi's face and Itachi gratefully drank it, feeling like it was the nectar of the gods.
"Thank you, Sasuke." Itachi touched a strange sensation on his head and was surprised to find it was bandaged.
Who...?
"Nii-San, I'm so sorry... Because of me we are.." Sasuke said, breaking Itachi's stream of thoughts.
"Don't be sorry, Sasuke. I will take care of everything. I promise." Itachi said with a frown.
"But.."
"Don't worry."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
Sasuke held his older brother close, shaking and full of regret. How had it come to this?
"Don't be afraid." Itachi said to his brother, noticing the shaking.
"I'm not afraid." Sasuke said. "I'm angry because of what I've done. I was so stupid."
"You did nothing wrong. It was these slavers, they are the ones who are wrong."
Sasuke nodded, his eyes in need of vengeance. Seeing the state his brother was in fueled a rage in him he never knew he had and he wanted nothing more than to rip the perpetrator to shreds, piece by piece. The thought of it caused his eyes to change color to red for the first time, awakening his Sharingan with a single black swirl.
"Sasuke..." Itachi said, with a smile as he watched his brother's eyes change to red. In the Uchiha clan, the awakening of the sharingan - the clan's red eyes - was associated with adulthood. His little brother was growing up!
"I'll make him pay." Sasuke said, his Crimson eyes meeting Itachi's.
"I'll handle it." Itachi insisted. "Don't do anything stupid."
"How will you handle it?" Sasuke asked, observing his brother's jaw, which was slightly crooked from the punch earlier.
"There are many ways to handle this situation, but first I need to gather more intelligence on the man who owns us."
"No one owns us." Sasuke hissed. "We are not objects."
"For now we are objects. Be careful about what you do as long as you have that mark, Sasuke. Don't invite pain."
"I know that much." Sasuke subconsciously rubbed the mark on his neck, mentally cursing the man who put it there.
-.-.-
Kisame finished up the last of the work he had to do, and filed away the papers for the day. In his mind his latest acquisition flashed through, and he mentally berated himself for spending 200 million Seo on two idiots.
Why the hell did I buy them? Kisame thought to himself. Of all his impulsive buys, this had to be the absolute stupidest. Kisame sighed, wondering if he should resell them and be rid of them. He didn't need them, even his desire for them dwindled now that he had them.
It's true that boy with the dull black hair was interesting - but so were a lot of other things in life. Kisame was a busy man and had things to do, or place to be. He didn't need slaves. With that resolve, Kisame decided he would sell them both. But first, he had to finish his revenge for the crow's act of disobedience earlier.
-.-.-
A butler entered the cells in the basement with a tray of food and passed it through the cracks on the bottom to the two brothers.
The butler looked like an older man, possibly in his 50s, with unruly white hair and sharp dark eyes.
"Wait." Itachi called to the butler as he was about to leave.
The butler turned around questioningly towards the crow and Sasuke looked at his brother in surprise.
"Thank you for the food and... Could you stay and talk for a bit? I have some questions."
The butler seemed to consider this for a moment before he nodded and sat down on the other side of the prison bars.
"What would you like to know?"
"What is your name?"
"Jared." The butler answered, a little surprised that this was the first thing asked.
"I'm Itachi."
"Is that your true name or the one Hoshigaki-sama gave you?"
"He did not give me a name, but he asked me for my true name."
"Odd..." The butler said, thoughtfully. "Perhaps he was tired of giving slaves names."
"Perhaps... What kind of man is he?" Itachi asked, his face expressionless but his voice soft.
"His name is Kisame, Kisame Hoshigaki-sama. He is well known in these parts and quite powerful. He's known to be ruthless and dangerous, to be honest I'm sorry that it had to be him to own you two." The man seemed just a little sad at the end of his statement, but his eyes glinted with something unknown.
"You say he's known to be... Does that mean he is different in reality?"
"No, he is both known to be that way, and actually that way." The butler said. "I have seen many slaves come and go through here and they all leave broken and barely recognizable as human."
"Only to slaves?" Itachi asked.
"He is ruthless to his enemies as well."
"And to you?"
The butler paused after Itachi made this statement, thoughtful. "I have never experienced his wrath. I have served this family my whole life and have known him since he was a child, perhaps that is why."
"Is there anyone else who does not suffer his wrath?"
Again the butler paused, observing Itachi as he seemed to collect his thoughts. "There may be others, I do not know."
"How many others live in this household?"
"There are many maids, butlers, Hoshigaki-sama himself, the cooks, the gardeners, and some people whose purpose I do not know."
"What does Hoshigaki-sama do for a living?"
"He is the heir to the Hoshigaki estate, his parents are still alive and own it currently. He continues the business and advances in his own business- the type of business varies as do his investments."
"Tell me about him and his family."
"This is getting quite long, unfortunately I do have to get back to work." The butler apologized. "But I will be glad to answer more of your questions later, if you would still like to at that time."
"Thank you, sir." Itachi said politely, bowing his head as he did so.
"You're welcome." The butler smiled. As he left, he thought to himself how sad it will be that both brothers will be completely destroyed soon enough. He was actually liking this group.
-.-.-
The Iron Maiden? No... That will leave marks and make him lose value. The Judas Cradle? No... Too time consuming... The Brazen Bull? No... The smell is too awful. The Scold's Bridle? That would be perfect considering he spoke out of turn... But somehow not being able to talk doesn't seem like a bad enough punishment for that bastard. Rack Torture? This would be good. But maybe too harsh for his crime.
Kisame wandered through his torture chamber, observing various devices while he pondered what method he should use to exact his revenge. He had to show the crow what his place was... And then he would break his little brother too.
Kisame stopped by the whip. It was the simplest method. The most used, the most cliche. The least likely to leave marks if done correctly... Harsh, yet not too harsh... It would have to do.
Kisame called his butler and requested that the slave known as Itachi be brought to him.
-.-.-
The door cling open once again in the cells of the basement, Itachi and Sasuke both turned towards the sound that broke the silence of their prison.
The butler from earlier, Jared, entered. "Itachi, it seems Hoshigaki-sama would like to see you."
Itachi got up, wondering what Kisame had in store for him, and wishing he could've had a shower or bath. "Do you know what for?"
"I'm afraid I do not know." The butler lied. He knew, but he didn't want to break it to him already or deal with resistance.
Itachi nodded, recognizing the lie but choosing to let it slide. Uchiha's had a natural ability to tell when they were being lied to - their eyes could perceive what others could not, even without the sharingan.
Whatever it is, it's probably bad for him to lie about it. Itachi sighed as the butler unlocked the prison and let Itachi out. Itachi turned to give his brother one last 'don't worry it'll be okay' smile before he followed the butler to the torture chamber.
-.-.-
A/N: Maybe you've noticed this has some similarity to For My Little Brother… I like putting Itachi into positions where he loses his power and is at the mercy of Kisame, because even when he's put into such a position he is still the one with all the power. He really is the boss of KisaIta.