This is somewhat of a random fanfiction that I created. The original version was from last year's English class, but I changed it to fit the anime. I honestly can't say if I'll continue or not. It depends on how many people actually like this. I wasn't satisfied with the final result, but hey, whatever.
Disclaimer: Naruto does not and never will belong to me. And yes, I am an ItaNaru fan-girl. : P
Rated M for rape and self-abuse.
Episode 1. Use or Abuse
The cold November wind scattered trash across a complex maze of asphalt and concrete. Heavy clouds sat expectantly in the sky, as if preparing to dump their burden on the next misfortunate passerby. Peals of thunder sounded in the distance and the sweet scent of approaching rain rode in on a gusty breeze.
The deserted streets held no traces of life anywhere. Insipid buildings pierced the sky, their many mirrored windows reducing the tempest to a vast grey sea of vacant reflections.
From around the corner a man came, appearing quite suddenly in the pre-storm stillness. He was of tall stature, with a determined chin and a confident step. The rest of his features were hidden by an oversize black leather trench coat.
What was perhaps the most peculiar thing about the man were his eyes. A bloody red, like the color of raw meat, they glinted like the phosphorescent pupils of a cat. They were the type that could read a person's soul simply by gazing at them.
The man moved with an unnatural finesse –- there was something eerie about the way he eyed the darkness, as if he could see into the deepest shadows pooling beside the mass of dilapidated city buildings. Apartment complexes sat, windows filmy with grime, seemingly warped in the urine-stains of lampposts.
Coat tails trailing behind him, he made his way swiftly down the street and turned the corner. As he walked, the faintest strains of music threw themselves at his face. The tunes grew louder after he crossed the street.
Red lights bathed the sidewalk in a welcoming glow. The man seemed to accept this silent invitation because he ducked lowly through the entrance into the bar. A scene of disarray and chaos met his eyes. With his upturned collar it was difficult to gauge his response, but he appeared to completely ignore the ruckus.
"I want the best you have." he told the bartender he knew was already hovering in front of him.
A tan lean hand set a drink of unknown origins before him.
"It's called the Only One." the bartender spoke.
The man could tell by his voice that the other was around the same age, perhaps a bit younger. He still had that little high pitch in his voice that comes before full maturity. He couldn't have been less interested in what the drink was called, but an unnatural pique in his persona urged him to ask.
"Why is it called that?" he asked dully, trying not to appear too riveted.
"Because you only need one and then you're out on the floor." said the bartender.
"We'll see about that." the man replied.
He took a sip, surprised to find that it was actually a very potent concoction. Without a qualm he drained the glass in less then a second.
Almost immediately the room began to sway. After a moment, the effect wore off and he was left more miserable with the memories in his head. He finally looked up at the bartender.
"Sweet." he said. "Needs something else though..." he trailed off as his eyes caught on the most beautifully deep cerulean eyes he'd ever seen before in his life.
His eyes flicked dubiously across the other's face, taking in the strange looking scars on each cheek, the crown of rakish blonde hair that stuck up messily in every which way, and the cheerful grin on his face. God, he could smile.
'Since when did I start hitting on people I don't even know?'
"Can I buy you a drink?" the man found himself asking while mentally berating his own behavior.
The bartender laughed and he felt a fire spark in his lower stomach. He could laugh as well. Never before had he heard a laugh sound so rich and honest.
"Actually, I can't drink yet. I'm still underage. And besides, I can't hold my liquor worth shit. By the way, what is your name? You don't look familiar. Are you from out of town?"
"You could say that, I suppose." he said, effectively dodging the question. He was on a quest; therefore he could not reveal his identity.
"Kisame." he said, choosing the name of his fellow acquaintance rather than his own.
The bartender gave a smug smile while folding his arms in front of his chest.
"I might be 16, but I'm not a total idiot so don't take me for one. What's your name?"
"...Itachi..." he replied, opting for the truth this time.
Just then the boss came out. A large, broad ebony-haired man looking to be in his 80's walked through the back door and tapped the bartender on his shoulder.
The kid flinched slightly under the man's touch although he tried desperately not to show it.
"Yo, Sai, take over." he called to a pale, black-haired man.
"Gotcha, Naruto."
'So...this kid's name is Naruto, is it? Hmm.'
Naruto gasped as he came face-to-face with the cold brick wall of the building. A rough hand grabbed his privates and slowly began to massage them.
"Ngh.Orochimaru-sama. You aren't...ugh...fucking sober. Get off."
He bit his lip, blushing profusely as his body began to respond against his will. He couldn't help it if he liked guys, but this was going way too far for his comfort. Still, he let it happen because if he didn't, he wouldn't have a job anymore. If he didn't have a job, it was bye-bye empty apartment, bye-bye stray dog, and bye-bye shelter against the pouring rain.
Naruto felt something warm touch his nether regions but didn't bother to look down. Orochimaru was deep-throating him now and the sensation wasn't new to him.
"...Ngh.Orochimaru...Please..." he whispered tearfully. "Stop this. This isn't you." He lied in a pathetic attempt to shield himself from the truth. He knew who Orochimaru really was, but this continuous cycle of sex, abuse, and work never broke because if it did, he'd be dead.
"Fuck...Orochimaru." Naruto hissed as he was brought to his knees by a powerful kick to the shin.
The old man placed his hands quickly on top of Naruto's, pinning them to the ground.
"Yes...That's exactly what I'm going to do, so shut up or I'll slit your throat."
The powerful man yanked Naruto's pants down to his knees.
"Just how I like you. What a good pet." he whispered cruelly into the boy's ears.
Naruto's blue eyes grew wide in desolate fear. His heart played hopscotch behind his ribcage. Just then everything he saw melted into a red haze of pain as Orochimaru thrust deeply into him.
"Mm." he whimpered softly while fighting against the tears. They fell anyway, hot little bombs that burst upon a miniature world of cockroaches and ants.
Orochimaru slammed into him again and again, not caring when blood dribbled down between Naruto's thighs. He grunted as he came against Naruto's anus, then used a long finger to push the liquid inside of the bleeding orifice. The kid bit his lip until a burst of metallic flavor signaled that he'd split his lip and then cried out softly in pain.
"Get out of here." said Orochimaru, shoving him out into the street with one boot aimed directly towards his bottom.
A dizzying spiral of pain twisted up inside him. Thousands of snakes writhed about in his stomach. He heaved twice, then threw up everything he'd eaten all over himself. Exhausted, in pain, and in tears, he passed out in a puddle of his own vomit.
And that's the first chappie. I know its short, but if there is a next chapter, I promise it'll be longer. Make me happy. Review!