100 years ago the vampire's numbers grew and they took over the world. Many people converted due to the immortality that came with being a vampire and the trusted Uchiha name. Now, the amount of humans left is dwindling, and without humans as a blood source, the vampires will not survive. Sasuke has been against the whole concept of vampires since he was born into it, now the head of the Human Breeding Facility (HBF), he struggles to give the humans some form of humanity. But why does an Uchiha, and one of the heirs of the Uchiha monopoly want to help humans? And what does he do when one does not obey his command?
**Warning** This story includes/will include:
Sexual Suggestions
Violence
Cursing
Yaoi (male on male love)
**Read at your own discretion**
Chapter 1: The New Quench
His hand brushed slowly up the specimen's thigh. He had to be thorough in his observation, one extra scratched over looked, meant a family could potentially not receive a meal. The notebook was held firmly in his hand. It was half an hour till lunch break, the worst time for a vampire to be near a human, especially one in which they were inspecting for the breeding program. The purpose of the breeding program was not to discomfort the humans, but rather to keep them well maintained, even if that maintenance was for their own needs.
Still, his district was the most humane of them all. That's why when his family had ordered him to head a group in one of the family's monopoly branches, Sasuke had chosen the breeding facility. Of course, it was hard to sit by and let new humans come into the world, knowing the treatment they were going to be passed along to, but he hoped he had helped with their overall treatment. He had researched, and brought about the issue of stress, injury and discomfort on the condition of human blood and its production. In relevance, because of him, the company now had a policy to have some decency to the treatment of the humans. Even if this treatment policy had flourished in order to have a better, and more abundant product, he was content. He was as well, a vampire. If he stopped the withdrawal of blood all together, not only would there be more deaths than humans face, but he would also perish in the event.
This treatment was honestly not the worst part of the position, nor was the extraction process or the ridicule he received for being a 'human lover.' No, the worst part was the actual breeding process, the process that took place in his own domain. And since the need for more blood diffusions, the demand had only grown, and the process had only worsened to meet demand. When he first started, he had been able to make the process somewhat carefree, almost natural. In order for humans to enter the breeding program they had to fall within highly specified demands. If these demands were not in place then all the humans would be in it, and they would shut it down entirely. If a human did meet the specified demands, then they would be allowed to become a patient, and would then be allowed a better life than any other human. Once in the program the patient would then receive a survey, an even more specific survey than the ones found on a dating website. The patient would also be examined and tested to see what they most enjoyed, and for how they could produce their product in the most efficient manner based on their physical appearance and DNA. Once he had matched two patients up, then they would be entered into a simulated environment. For a few days they would be allowed to relax and talk. After a week they would be moved to a bedroom environment and would be expected to have intercourse in order to produce their product. Overall the women were more reluctant to this procedure than men, but they were the ones who were more required. One man could make as many products as he wanted in one day, but in order for a woman to make a product it would take nine months. The men were reused many times and had a fluency in the process, so the doctors usually encouraged them to reassure their woman counterpart. Some of the more productive male patients, in order to get better benefits, would even lie to the new women and tell them that their child would come to no harm and that they were going to simply be joining in the same procedure they were. In all honesty there was a slim chance to join the program, especially for newborns of the next generation who would have to be cared for until they were of age. That was not the worst part, the worst part had come about more recently. There was no longer any time for hesitation for the creation of the product, and there was no longer space to hold the aging older patients. Once a patient reached 40, they were seen as too old to bear a product and were sent to the extraction rooms. If a product was not meeting its time, then the woman, or if need both patients would be injected with a hormone promotion drug, if that didn't work, then the patients would be forced. That was the worst part to Sasuke, at least he had kept a rather pleasant atmosphere to his facility, but to have to force his patients was something he found rather disturbing.
He continued to check the patient. It was a male. He had gotten lucky. A batch of patients they had gotten 25 years ago had just come to the 40 year age and they were in dire need of new patients. Extremely dire need. The male was healthy, in fact there were no scratches on him, something that was a little appalling considering the boy had been found with one of the outskirt groups. Due to the sudden demand of blood many forces had been tasked with the duty to find any small human towns that they hadn't found since the Vampire uprising 100 years prior. The fact he had no scratches from living in the woods, or from the process of being captured was one of the reasons he had been called in to check on the potential patient.
"Strip," he ordered. The patient remained silent with his head turned down, like he had since he had came in. The boy was clad in only a plush white robe, but Sasuke needed to make sure there were no injuries hiding out of sight.
"Come on, we don't have all day." He checked his watch, he had to go assess the product count soon. He looked back at the boy, but the only thing he could still see was his bright blonde spiky hair. Sasuke let out a deep low sigh. 'This one is going to be trouble'.
"Hey kid listen, I'm the head of this facility, so I don't have too much time, and I assure you that you are very lucky for you and most of your village to have made it in this facility, because of me, you will actually be treated with some respect."
"You call being treated like cattle, and our elders being sent away respect?"
"Kid, listen to me, I'm not the one you want to be arguing with," Sasuke sat down facing the patient backwards in his swivel office chair.
"Why? Are you going to send me away like the elders? I'm not afraid of you!"
Sasuke had to admit, the blonde had bite, and he couldn't admit that he didn't like it.
"I'm not afraid of you, or any other vampire you hear me!" Now his voice began to rise and Sasuke wondered if anyone outside could hear, Vampires did have very sensitive hearing after all.
"Just because I'm human does not give you the right to treat me like a piece of meat!"
"Why not?" Sasuke asked koily tilting his head to the side in order to try to see the patients face. He guested the question had stumped him at first because the patient tried to gather his thoughts.
In the 50 years he had been head of the facility, this is the first patient that had truly caught his eye; he was just so different. Perhaps it was due to the fact he did not resemble a vampire in any way, sure he saw humans every day, but this one was a fresh human, who had been living freely, it was something he had not seen since the uprising. The boy also had a brilliant color of hair that was exotic and stood out from the dark colors that made up the vampire community. His skin was also tanned, something that vampires did not possess, and something that humans were not allowed to receive due to their indoor captivity. This boy was exotic and feisty, he would probably not last in their program, but Sasuke was already too attached to see him leave, so he tried to push his buttons a little more.
"I'm going to tell you a secret," Sasuke told the patient, "If you don't cooperate, even just a little, you're going to have to send you somewhere way worse than were the elders went."
"Hah," the boy laughed, "And where's that exactly?"
The boy was ready to retort, but Sasuke couldn't have any of that, so he answered with a curt, "My house."
That one pushed him over and the boy's head shot up.
"As if you Ug-!" but the boys yelling died off as he finally got a look of the vampire's face. "You're not ugly."
"Why thank you." Sasuke replied now studying the boy's face for his autopsy as the boy studied him. No the boy wouldn't do at all, he was loud, rude, a tiny bit bi-polar and he had scars. Yes, Sasuke had found scars, but they were not like he expected. They were six in total, and the cut at even places across the boy's cheeks, and just looking at his mug gave him the largest since of dejavu.
"Have we meet?" Sasuke asked flatly, this again pushed the boy back.
"What do you mean?"
Sasuke got up to stand and he chuckled a little when the boy had to stop himself from jumping back. "I guess you wouldn't happen to know your relatives by chance?" Sasuke said still studying him and jotting down notes, "specifically from 100 or so years ago?"
"We don't exactly have a way to keep records if that's what you mean."
"I have a feeling I knew your ancestor, we must have gone to school together," Sasuke paused to recall some of his more happier memories in life, and a particular tan blonde stood out in his mind, "Ah, yes my best friend before the uprising had the same colorings as you, and the same birthmarks on your face, despite my plea, he had opted out of the vampirism process."
Sasuke looked the boy in the eyes, "I'm sorry I had not tried harder, then you may not have been in this situation."
The boy's bright eyes suddenly caught his attention and his notes began to be quickly jolted down.
"Wow," Sasuke remarked, "maybe you can stay in our program, your eyes are brilliant, I haven't seen a pair of blue eyes since my best friend."
The boy ignored his statement to ask his own questions.
"How could you become a vampire even when your friend was not?"
"Well, for one, I had no idea that this" Sasuke gestured to the building around him, "was what this was going to turn into. And two I'm a natural born, now please, it may be awkward but I need to closely examine the rest of you so you don't live in hell for most of your days."
The boy began to unknot his rob and Sasuke stood behind him, helping him undress.
"Natural born? So does that make you an Uchiha?"
The boy's garbs were now pooled around the floor.
"Why yes, I'm Uchiha Sasuke, wait how do you know who the Uchiha's are?"
The boy sharply turned around and all of Sasuke's view was filled with the tattoo he could recognize in a heartbeat.
"Someone could never forget their best friend's name, and please stop calling me boy, my name is Naruto, Uzamaki Naruto; but you already knew that."
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