Alright, I've finally got the first chapter of this thing up! I accept and enjoy receiving reviews and criticism, but if you review, please stick to the story itself, don't just bash it because you don't like some of the elements. The story does have violence, homosexual relationships, and mature situations, so if any of those aren't your thing, just don't read. Now that the usual schtick is out of the way, please enjoy.
I do not own Naruto or it's charaters.
"Let me go, you bastards!" Sasuke shouted, struggling against the pair of arms that were restraining him. He kicked and lashed out with his legs, desperately trying to break free, but the arms had too tight of a grip on him, and the next thing he knew, he was flung down hard on the cold, granite floor of the jail cell. It was cold, the merciless winter wind whipping between the bars, the opening providing the only obscured view to the outside, and Sasuke felt his body involuntarily shiver. He wrapped his arms around his torso to try to retain some warmth, his breath coming out in a cloud as he breathed out, and tilted his face up again to glare at his captors. There was four of them in all, all trained bounty hunters, among them the man who had "escorted" him who retreated back to stand among them. Each stood six feet tall, opposed to Sasuke's height of five feet, eight inches, and as their narrowed eyes bore down on him, he felt another shiver go up his spine. In one last ditch attempt to overwhelm his capturers, Sasuke leapt to his feet and tried to dive around them, but all it resulted in was a black eye. The sheer force directed by the blow caused Sasuke to crash to the floor again, a resounding smack filling the air as his right cheek met the hardened floor.
One man snickered at the sight of Sasuke struggling to pull himself up onto his hands and knees."We got quite a bounty off of you, traitor..." he sneered, giving Sasuke a swift kick in the gut.
Sasuke let out a strangled cry of pain, doubling over as his whole body convulsed. Another man stepped forward, scowling down on the defeated man before him.
"Have fun in prison." he barked out, and with that, the four bounty hunters left, the iron door to Sasuke's cell clanging shut. Through his labored breathing, Sasuke heard the click of the door's lock being latched, and then he was alone. Sitting up slowly, Sasuke peered around the empty cell from his one good eye, taking in the bland grey walls, the bars over the make-shift window, the rusty looking bed frame in the far corner with its tattered sheets and worn down mattress. He could already tell that wasn't going to provide much heat. Dryly, Sasuke gazed down at his rugged appearance. He was wearing a blue, collared t-shirt, and white shorts, which were now coated in the dust from the floor. He had no socks to shelter his feet, only a pair of wooden sandals, and the exposed skin of his arms and legs were already tingling with the cold. With another shuddered breath, Sasuke drew his arms around his torso once more. Mochi was a country known for its unforgiving, bitter winters, but so far Sasuke had never had to face their terrors, coming from a rich family that owned a well furnished, warm home.
With a dejected sigh, Sasuke rose to his feet and shuffled over to the lone bed, huddling underneath the thin sheets and drawing the only blanket, if it could even be called that with so many tears and holes, up to his chin. Another series of shivers racked Sasuke's body and he let out a small moan.
'All for refusing the draft...' he thought cynically.
Well, there was no use fighting it now. He was trapped, and for now, the only thing he could do was try to find some form of sleep. He would need it here in this sector of the county jail.
Over the next few weeks, Sasuke kept his head down and his presence low, so as not to bring about unnecessary attention that might draw him into a fight. Another act of disobedience would only land him in further tribulation.
Eventually, Sasuke was transferred from the local county jail, which was overcrowded as it was with everyday offenders of petty crimes, to the federal jail, renowned for its gang activity and violence. Here was where the men, who were imprisoned for long durations of time, sometimes even a lifetime, were held, murderers, sex offenders, the list went on. Immediately as Sasuke captured his first glimpse of the desolate building, he knew his life would never be the same. As he was lead to his cell, his hands cuffed behind him, his eyes met with the yellow hued, slitted ones, of Orochimaru, the inmates name who was known to everyone, law breaker or not. Sasuke remembered seeing the wanted posters bearing Orochimaru's countenance plastered all the way throughout Mochi, and a shudder of dread shot down his spine. For once, he was glad to feel the rough prod of the prison guard's weapon on his back, forcing Sasuke to move forward and to break eye contact with the unmoving, unblinking slits that were Orochimaru. Finally, Sasuke was shoved into his cell, again collapsing to the floor with a "thud!", and as the key was turned in the prison cell swiftly, Sasuke found himself alone in the room once more.
Or that was so he thought. A flicker of movement from the corner of his eyes caused Sasuke to leap to his feet, whipping around to meet the surprised gaze of a pair of blue eyes. His cellmate appeared to be a boy around the same age as him, maybe younger. He himself was eighteen, of course, that was what got him in this mess to begin with. The teen wore the traditional grey clothes of a prisoner, not different from the pile Sasuke had glimpsed waiting for him on his own bunk on the opposite end of the room, and his hair was blonde, dredged up in unruly spikes. What spoke most though were the boys' eyes, almost shimmering in the limited light seeping in through the window, their crystal clear depths seeming to tell a story of their own. The blonde boy said nothing, and neither did Sasuke, which is how he intended to keep it. Sensing no danger from this unexpected presence in the room, Sasuke turned his back on the strange boy and went to lie down on the opposing bed. Hopefully these covers would provide a little more heat than that sad excuse of a blanket in the local jail cell had.
And so that was how it began, Sasuke's imprisonment as a draft-dodging prisoner, who decided it would be better to face the dangers of being an inmate than face the horrors that would await him in joining the war effort abroad.
And there we have it. Please rate and review!