Hey everybody. So I was reading a different fanfiction and I suddenly stopped and started writing this. I don't know why but I am glad that I actually decided to write what was going through my head. Everything you are about to read was written without planning or thought. The words came to my head, went through my arms, and out my fingers. This was all written in one chunk and here it is. I do have an idea of where to go for this so don't worry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters. I make no money from this.

Warnings: Mentions of yaoi

So please enjoy...

The Thing and The Angel

"I don't keep sluts."

It had been two years since he was first told that. And now he didn't even know what pleasure was. He hadn't felt anything but physical pain and emotional relief when he was used. And that was the term for it. He was a toy. Nothing but an object for his owner to pull out once in a while. He didn't have a Master. No. Only pets had masters. He wasn't a pet. He was a thing. But he didn't care now. Because at this stage, after this much time...that's all he knew what to do.

He knew to stay out of sight unless called upon. And then he was to immediately go to his owner, led by a pet, and do what he was told. He didn't get punishments and rewards, because you don't do that to an object. He either was used fully or tossed aside in the middle. That was the only hint of whether he did whatever it was correctly or not. He secretly felt a tiny bit happy when he knew he had fulfilled his purpose for that moment. And then he pushed that away and went back to his small dark room.

He wasn't loved. He wasn't actually needed. He was just there. But he hadn't been used in two weeks. He was starting to worry. After all. If you don't use something you eventually...throw it away. His hands clenched into fists. Had he not been a good toy? He wasn't broken. He was still at a good age. He always did what he was told. Always. He was told not to leave this room so he hadn't. Food was brought to him and he ate it. A bucket of water and a wash cloth was brought to him and he washed himself. This was everyday stuff.

Did his owner find a new toy? A better one? He bit his lip and hesitantly flexed his inner muscles. Was he becoming too loose? Was he no longer tight enough to satisfy his owner? He licked his lips and swallowed. Was his skills with his mouth too boring? His hands trembled as he looked at them. Was he not satisfying anymore? He slowly stood from his cot and went to the mirror against one of the bare walls. He stared at his naked self. He saw the same thing he saw two years ago. Except for his face. His eyes...they were dead. He slowly fell to his knees. Who would want to look at those eyes? He...he actually was broken. He stared at his hands again as tears slowly fell. Now it was just a wonder of when he would be thrown away. Or worse...would they simply forget about him?

His mind wandered as he sat alone in the darkness.

When he was first brought to this place he was happy, he smiled a lot. He tried to please what he believed to be his Master. But when he showed he had gained pleasure from what they did he was hurt or tossed aside. So he learned not to make noise and to hide it. But Master always knew. And he didn't like it. He then realized that he was never called 'pet'. He wasn't actually called anything. He finally asked his Master the question that finalized his fears.

["Master? Why am I different from the others?"

He still remembered every word said to him.

"I am not your Master. I am your owner. You are a thing. You've been a thing ever since I realized you were nothing but a filthy slut. I don't keep sluts."]

And that was the end of it.

Ever since then he had tried to prove that he wasn't a slut. And as such he didn't get aroused, or even remember what it was like. He didn't smile, he didn't speak. He only knew what an orgasm was from what his owner did. He always cleaned thoroughly, himself and whatever got messy. But it didn't matter.

He saw the collars around the necks of the pets and craved the right to wear one. He had even, for a time, practiced in secret what he believed a pet should do. But he didn't do that anymore. He saw no need. He was a thing and would remain a thing until he died. But up until then he had been a productive thing. Now...now he was useless.

He heard his door open and looked up only to lower his gaze when he saw his owner.

This was new. It was always a pet. Fear and sadness filled him. He knew from the silence...from the feeling of being stared at. He was being thrown away. He tried to feel pride at the fact that his owner was doing it personally but he just couldn't gather the energy. He stood and when his owner moved to the side he walked out. He was led to the living room where the clothes that he wore on his first day were laying. He swallowed and held back shaming tears. He put them on and when the front door was opened he walked out.

The door closed and the tears fell. What was he to do now? He had nowhere to go...no skills...no one to turn to...nothing. So he started walking. Maybe there was a shelter he could stay at while he tried to think. But he hadn't had to actually think about what to do for so long. How was he to get food? He had no money. How was he to live? He didn't even know if he could talk anymore.

Time

How had he survived two weeks? He sat on the ground, a tin can next to him. Some nice people would put change in the can sometimes, others would spit on him or other cruel things. He was skin and bones, barely having any energy. He blinked when a shadow fell over him. He slowly looked up, expecting something bad to happen. But instead he met the gaze of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The voice that reached his ears sounded like an angel. That halo of messy blond hair and then that smile...it was like heaven. He blinked and tried to actually listen to what the person was saying.

"Sasuke? Holy shit is that you? What happened to you?"

Sasuke? Who was Sasuke? He frowned, confused. This man seemed to know him...but how?

"Damn! We gave up hope on finding you!" The angel looked him over. "You need some help. Like right away."

He felt the angel lift him up in his arms and simply leaned into the warmth. Internally, he was scared of being dropped and told he was a slut for that small bit of action. But he just didn't care. His eyes closed and he fell asleep.

Time

His eyes opened and then closed again at the bright light. He heard a strange beeping noise. He shifted and realized he was on a bed. He shifted again and realized that something was in his arm. He slowly opened his eyes again and looked around the room. White...where was he? He moved his head and saw the angel from before sleeping in a chair next to him. He looked at the machine he was hooked to, hearing the beeping coming from it. He looked back at his angel and just watched him. He felt peace just from the man's presence.

Those beautiful blue eyes opened after some time and looked at him. Then that smile appeared again. He could tell worry was in the eyes now, though he didn't know why.

"Hey man. You've been asleep for a long time. But I guess you needed it huh? You...you okay?"

He just watched him. Okay? What was okay? He gave a nod because that seemed like the thing to do.

The angel frowned and a spike of painful fear went through him at the look.

Did he answer wrong?! Oh shit! No! He didn't want the angel to throw him away too! He wasn't too broken was he? He could still get into heaven right?! That had to be why the angel was there. A small tear left his eye. He didn't want to be left alone again.

As if the angel read his mind a small smile appeared. A gentle tanned hand wipe the tear away and the man sat next to him. "I won't leave you Sasuke. Calm down. I'll never leave you. I promise."

So his name was Sasuke? ...but that meant that he was a person... He'd think about that later. He raised a shaking hand and hesitantly touched his angel's face. The slightly scarred cheeks were smooth and warm. He waited to be pushed away and called a slut...but it didn't happen.

"Damn. You don't even know who I am do you?"

He...Sasuke...shook his head. He kept his hand there and felt a very small warmth when the angel placed a tanned hand over his pale one.

"I'm Naruto. I'm your Naruto. And I'll be here for you. Forever. Believe it."

Hey everybody. So I didn't know if I was going to make this a multi-chapter story or not but I thought it'd be nice to cut off here and then continue on the next chapter due to what I have in mind. I will admit to this. I cried while writing it. It has been some time since what I have written has made me cry. I hope you enjoyed this first bit and don't worry. The second bit shall come out soon.

Please review what you think and if this part touched your heart or not.

Peace Out ^-^v

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