Dark Puppy (Puppy Love Revisited)
Story # 0162:
by Kaline Reine
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or anything related to the anime, manga, or series. It belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, the creator.
WARNINGS: ItaSasu fic, Uchihacest, incest, YAOI, etc. It will be graphic, and there will be some very disturbing things in this one. (Adult stuff!) I hope you like it anyway, but if you don't, you were warned. …You're welcome for the warning. Why do people always insist on ignoring these things? If you can ignore this warning, then you can ignore the whole fic and all that offends you about it, as well.
I will also warn you that this is the newer, re-written version of Puppy Love. So it won't be what it was the first time around. I tried writing something lighthearted and fun but that didn't work. This will have lots of gore, abuse, sadness, tragedy, and angst. It will be a much darker fic. I can't promise you a happy ending this time around. I can't promise you a happy anything..
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Chapter 1:
…Where am I?…
Here in this dark place… Light does not always prevail over darkness. I've been in the dark for far too long. I'm lost… I feel so… dead.
When will someone find me? When will they breathe new life into me? When can my heart finally beat on it's own, free from these chains? How much longer will I have to endure all of this pain?
Can they help me? Is there a cure for… what I am?
…What am I?…
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It was a dark day. The rain fell from the clouds, drowning the world with tears. Everything seemed to be coated in a thick veil of sadness that day. Even the sky wept for what was happening down below, on earth.
A grim, dreary silence had fallen over the Uchiha household. Mikoto was in labor, and her sounds could be heard. She'd needed to go to a hospital, like she had with their first born. Her husband was silent and brooding, looming over her like an angered demon. She saw the fire blazing in his eyes, as he looked over her. His face was an emotionless mask, as he watched his wife push in vain, trying to give life to something that was too small to be on it's own yet.
The thoughts of what they were going to do to it unnerved her. She did not want to give up her second child. She'd been told that they had to. Although she really wanted to keep him, it would all be for nothing. It made her want to resist her body's urge to push. But it seemed that she had no choice.
And then it happened.
Her long black hair stuck to her face, pasted there with sweat. Dark eyes became unfocused, as her muscles pushed against her will. She didn't want to have him with her cruel husband in the room. Yet, she was well aware that the sinister man wasn't going anywhere. She had no choice.
The shrill cries of a baby could be heard, crying it's birth to the world. Things were new once more; the world fresh and renewed. Something dark lurked in the room just across from the newborn. But the baby didn't seem to sense it.
Mikoto had just had a difficult labor, lasting far longer then it should, but this moment brought her a world of joy. Her newborn baby's smile brought one to her own face. It was like all of her agony and troubles just melted away. She barely noticed it when her husband clamped and cut the umbilical cord, his mouth still set in a grim line, showing his age.
"I'll call you… Sasuke." She breathed quietly, her breathing slowing back to normal while she held him close to her.
She could feel nothing but happiness in that moment- Until her child was snatched away from her.
"Wipe that damned smile off your face, woman," He told her firmly, once everyone but the three of them had left the room. "You know we can't keep it."
"I wasn't trying to, Fugaku. I know what we have to do… But still… A mother cannot hide her joy. I'm still proud of him… My little miracle."
"Shut up. This brat is nothing but another mouth to feed!" Her husband has scolded her for cuddling him that way. "Don't touch him. He's going to make us money, not take it away."
Mikoto cried out, trying to get to her baby, but it was no use. She was still weak from the unnatural length and force of her labor. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she watched the cruelty of the one she loved. He took their child away.
For the baby, there was no more warm, comforting body to console it. Torn from her womb, Sasuke wasn't ready to be on his own yet. There was blood on the dark man's hands, as he walked past her, and out the other door, away from where their older son was waiting. He took the infant with him, and slipped quietly out the back door. No one knew exactly where he went from there.
This made Mikoto's pain nearly unbearable. She knew their oldest son was waiting with open arms to meet his new baby brother. He'd been so excited about it.
Itachi was too young to yet know what was going on. But he was angry with his father for doing this. He knew his mother was pregnant. He knew what that meant. Why couldn't he see his little brother? He'd been looking forward to not being an only child anymore. He waited impatiently by the doorway. He stayed there, pacing, and wanting to meet the new baby that would never come.
Fugaku listened to his wife's broken sobs, when he returned an hour later. "What have you done? Where is my baby?!"
"He didn't make it," He told her with a grim kind of satisfaction. "I'm sorry Mikoto. Our son is dead."
She wept for a long time after that. Itachi understood why. He'd wept with her. The only one who seemed to be unaffected by the baby's "death" was Fugaku.
Over time, he'd learned to accept the fact that he didn't have a brother. Itachi had known his father was a monster… But never had he known just how bad it was until that night. Ever since he'd seen his father so cold and uncaring about Sasuke's death, he'd never been able to look at the man the same again.
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In spite of all of this, despite not having a father to look up to, Itachi had a somewhat normal childhood. He would laugh and he would play. It was just like nothing was ever wrong.
But on the inside… He held his feelings locked away.
All along, he had missed his brother. He thought about him often, and of how much fun it would have been to have someone else to play with. And of course this could only lead to thoughts of what had happened on that dreary day. That day so long ago, when his father had done something. He wasn't sure what, but he knew that both of his parents knew something more than he did.
He never could forget about his baby brother. His mother had told him his brother's name when he'd asked her. Itachi had only heard it once, but to the young boy, it had made all the difference in the world.
'Sasuke… My Otouto…' He would repeat to himself in his head. 'He would have been an amazing person.' Though try as he might, he never could put a face with the name.
The family had dealt with this tragedy outside of the eyes and ears of everyone else. Mikoto hadn't had any medical care during her pregnancy. No one knew about it. She also hadn't gone to a hospital when she was in labor. It was all done at home. There was never any trace of the baby. Any discussion of Sasuke was taboo in their house, as Fugaku had made it abundantly clear that they were not to speak of him. And so things went on as normal.
Or as close to normal as a family that was missing someone could be. Maybe his parents didn't notice it, but to Itachi they would always be short one family member.
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He was small, and he was scared. But most of all… he was alone.
Kept in a small kennel along with some dogs, was a small boy. He was about eight years old. He didn't understand who he was or where he was, or anything. He didn't feel afraid, but only because he didn't know how to. He did not know what real fear was. Though he couldn't help but flinch away a bit, each time he was struck or made to do something uncomfortable.
Not knowing any better, he would accept the food they gave him to eat. Usually it was table scraps for him. Though he never understood why he wasn't given food from a bag or sometimes a can like the other dogs in his kennel were. On occasion, he had been known to sneak a little bit of their food. He didn't really like the taste. The food scraps were better. Though he did sometimes wonder why he was given special treatment separate from the other dogs.
"How is my little pet doing?" The man with the long black hair came to check on him. He didn't seem like a normal person. He didn't look like the others at all. He had strange purple markings around his already unusual slit yellow eyes. "Seiteki! You will answer me when I speak to you."
The little boy bit his bottom lip, and obeyed. He gave a little whine when he felt a hand come down on his rump, smacking him hard. He was regularly beaten into submission whenever he disobeyed. Bruises and scrapes marked his small body already.
"Sir, would you like me to-"
"Get out!" Orochimaru shouted at his assistant. "Can't you see I'm busy?" He was met with a skeptical look from the man in the glasses. "Relax, Kabuto. I'm not going to take him yet. He isn't ready. He will have to be older first. Right now, this is only training."
"If you say so."
No one questioned their master. He could be cruel at times, but they had all learned that he could also be merciful.
"Speak," His master told him.
"Arf!" The boy choked out a response, so he wouldn't be hit again.
"That's a good boy…"
A hand caressed his back, moving slowly over the smooth skin. Right now he was allowed to wear something to cover himself, even if it was just an over-sized T-shirt and simple shorts.
Seiteki didn't know what to do with himself. He wasn't sure about his purpose. All he knew was that he had to please his master.
"Fetch!" A ball was thrown across the room. Since all the other dogs were tied up, Seiteki knew he was supposed to go get it, and he did. "Good."
He was rewarded with a hand ruffling his hair slightly, and a few pats on the head. He was given a dog biscuit as a treat, and then he was made to lie down again. His master approached him, ignoring the way the boy was looking at him with such weary eyes. Seiteki knew he had to be cautious, so he didn't incur his master's wrath.
He allowed the man to run his hands over him. Orochimaru didn't do anything but touch him, but he could tell this time was slightly different. It felt wrong, somehow.
"Soon… Soon I will have you," The man with the long black hair spoke soothingly into his ear. "You will be mine, Seiteki."
Orochimaru continued to examine him, paying particular attention to his neck. Seiteki's collar had already been bothering him for some time now. He'd been fitted with it years ago, and it was starting to bite into his skin. He would be bleeding soon if it wasn't removed, and his airway would be blocked after that if something still was not done.
"I'll have you fitted for another collar soon. But first you'll be punished for wearing this one out."
The punishments were usually spankings, and most of them were given by his master. Seiteki hated it even worse when it was his assistant or someone else that he was not as familiar with. Sometimes he would not be able to sit for days…
Whimpering in the learned fear he now had of what would come next, Seiteki watched his master leave the kennel.
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Seiteki was older now. He didn't know his own age, but he was starting to get much older. There were times when his master would leave him alone for long periods of time. They grew further and further and apart, until one night the man with the long black hair came back.
His own black hair was a spiked style, with his bangs hanging low in the front. Inky black eyes stared out in quiet submission. But Seiteki had never seen his own reflection. He'd only seen the German Shepherds that were kept in the kennel with him. He assumed that he looked like them. He might have known that he was a little bit different, from what he could see. However, he was certain that he was one of them; just a dog.
He didn't like it when the man touched him like that. It didn't feel right. No matter if it felt good, or if it hurt, Seiteki had to put up with it. So he'd might as well get some pleasure along the way. He treasured those moments of pleasure, because they were so rare.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time, Seiteki…"
His breath hitched when his master's pale hands cupped his balls. He let out a yelp when they were squeezed hard. It really hurt! His eyes started to water, and the more his master's fist tightened on his tender sac, the more he squirmed. He felt a pain start low in his stomach, and it shot through him. He was in agony, and he knew that he had to get away.
First, he tried to pull away the hand that was hurting him. But his strength was nothing compared to Orochimaru's. He'd only been trained to obey, not to fight. They'd made him weak on purpose, he realized. He didn't want this.
Since his earlier training when he was younger, his shirt and shorts had been replaced. Seiteki now wore a small black thong and nothing else, except for the black metal studded collar his master had given him years ago. He still remembered the night he'd been given his new collar. He had been whipped, not by hands, but this time with a real whip. It had been awful; the pain nearly unbearable.
He couldn't make his master move his hand, and his own hand was slapped for his trouble. Then his master went for his nipples, pinching and abusing them. He whined uncomfortably, and tried to shift away.
"Stop it. You will submit to me tonight. It's time."
Slowly, he felt his flimsy black underwear, the only thing protecting him from his master's hungry gaze, being taken off of him. Slowly, the fabric slid down his legs, until he was made to step out of them. He still wore his collar, which had a long chain connecting it to the wall. This ensured that there was no possible way of escape.
And then he felt something cold and wet slipping into him. He knew better than to look back. It felt like… His master's fingers? Inside him? Seiteki wanted to know what he was doing to him, but he knew better than to try to look back. He fought against the strange sensation of something being introduced into his ass. The fingers were slippery, and they made his skin feel slick and oily too.
"That's good. Yesss… Open up for me, my pet," Orochimaru spanked him a few times, before moving to sit on his knees behind the boy. "Aww, does the doggie want a bone? You need to be a good boy."
Seiteki no longer whined or made any sound to indicate when he was being hurt. His sounds up until now had only meant he was in discomfort. And he was scared because he didn't know what was going on. The boy only understood about half of what his master was saying. Tonight was the first time he'd been hurt badly enough to complain in a long time. He knew this was new, and not a part of their normal routine. What had changed?
He felt relief as soon as the fingers were pulled from his insides. But then there was something else- something bigger- sliding into him. Without waiting for the boy under him to adjust, Orochimaru was pounding into him as hard as he could.
This time, he couldn't hold back his cries of pain. Seiteki's mournful sobs only seemed to spur his master on even more. It was no secret to anyone that Orochimaru delighted in making people suffer. And he was not being gentle with his thrusts at all.
"You worthless mutt! Stop moving! Stay!"
Seiteki understood that command, but only the one word. He only knew he'd be in trouble if he moved much more. He tried to stay still, but he was wincing every time his master moved- which was often.
"Oooh, yes…" Orochimaru moaned, leaning over him to lick his ear from behind.
Again, the boy had to stifle himself from crying out. The pain intensified with every move. It wasn't pleasurable for him at all. Tears were forming in his eyes, and he wanted desperately to fight back. Yet, he could do nothing, while his innocence was torn from him. He could feel blood beginning to trickle down between his thighs.
Seiteki was a helpless prisoner, in a place he didn't want to be. But he didn't particularly want to be anywhere else either. He'd never been anywhere else, therefore he had nothing to compare it to. He didn't long to be free, only because he did not know what freedom was. If let off his chain, he would not run away. He'd never even tried, even though he'd been given a few chances over the years. He was completely broken and tamed.
And even now, his attempts to fight back were minimal. No, he would not turn on his master. He couldn't find it in him to do anything. So he stayed there, on his hands and knees, being taken by the older, stronger man.
"Mmmh…" The disgusting man finally cried out when he had finished.
Seiteki had been expecting to be told he'd done a good job. But all he got from his master was a sharp kick in the ribs, and spit in his face to go with it.
Once he was locked away in the room by himself, he simply collapsed onto the small pile of old torn blankets they had given him for a bed. He checked his knees where they'd been scraped up on the concrete. He couldn't even bring himself to touch himself anywhere else. All he wanted was a bath, but he was always given one with the other dogs, once a week. He wanted the smell of the other man to go away. He could smell it on his own skin, and he hated it.
He'd never felt so violated in all of his young life. Seiteki couldn't believe how badly his master had managed to hurt him that night. He would be sore for days after. But he wouldn't get to rest. There would no longer be any relief from the assault on his body.
They had shown him the difference between obeying and disobeying. Seiteki had quickly learned the difference between heaven and hell. And it was all because of his cruel and merciful master.
Little did he know that out there somewhere, someone was thinking about him…
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-end of chapter-
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A/N: I hope this story will be better than the one before it. I had written another story called Puppy Love. This is the re-written version of that story. You wanted darker and more adult and you got it. This one will be much darker and gloomier and there is more abuse. That seems to be what people wanted from the first one so I'm giving it to you. I hope that you enjoy. I can say with complete honesty that I have done MY BEST with it.
-Kaline Reine
