Title: Collared
Rating: R
Warnings: Slavery, Non-con/rape, Dub-con, Shota/Underage, General Abuse, Substance Abuse, Violence, Characters with Issues, Triggers, Muryoku Clan, Fuinjutsu Bullshit, Sharingan Bullshit, General Angst, Genderqueer Characters, Probably Bad(Incorrect) Japanese/Romanji, Alternate Universe
Pairings: Forceful Madara/Obito
Summary: Madara's eyes glittered down at the boy who lay beneath him whimpering. No matter what the boy decided they were now his to deal with as he pleased. The seals carved into the cuffs on the teen's wrists would make certain of that. Dark AU, VENT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the plot.
Notes: Welcome to the dark side of fandom, where good guys turn bad and we all write porn and other inappropriate things. Also, this will probably be the only note for the entire story(aside warnings, and venty explanations), so yeah, all those warnings and pairings are for the entire story. So thus what the endgame is going to be and everything. And this is my first ever time venturing forth with such a thing. So Ugh, it's probably going to be incredibly crappy. And awkward, and weird, and well...
Also, the characters are likely going to be a bit OOC, but that's because this is quite clearly an Alternate Universe. This portrayal of Madara is very clearly not what he is in canon same with all the other characters. As an aside, getting Madara's voice right is incredibly hard, he always feels a bit off in my fics. Timelines are likely to be more ignored than usual and several aspects of canon(such as Madara's death) are probably going to be removed entirely.
Enjoy, I suppose. You weird people(Also, this is kind of partially maybe a vent fic...)
Edit 28/5/2017: Moved to this profile, because I don't want my vent beside my actual fics. Also for other more awkward reasons. The original was posted back on the 18/9/2015.
Also as another aside, this portrayal of Madara is far removed from most of my other portrayals aside just being removed from canon. Which has justifications, but I'm not really going to go too far into the schematics of how this particular Alternate Universe works.
Obito knew that he should have just gone with Kakashi, but he'd still felt the need to tell the old man exactly what they could do with their plan. Now he was really regretting that decision, slammed up against the wall of a cave kept there by those strange root vine things that the old man could control. It did not help at all that the only thing that covered his body was the blood splatted cloak and his rather torn pants.
He shivered as the man stalked forwards to him, sharingan glowing menacingly in comparison to the darkness around them. He whimpered and lowered his head slightly, instinctively fearing making any sort of eye contact. It wasn't just due to the sharingan that Madara had either, but everything in his body was screaming for him to get away.
Except that he couldn't, his body was pinned to the wall. The man was close as well, too close. With a dark grin they leaned closer to him, he could feel their breath on his face and it terrified him.
"I'm afraid, you don't have a choice" the man whispered, the words barely echoing throughout the cavern. That was also the moment that he felt a sudden and sharp pain in both of his wrists. He jolted and stiffened unable to see what had caused the pain. He just knew, knew that something horrible had just occurred. "You still have a life debt to repay."
The man then sank back into the shadows and disappeared, allowing him to drop down to the floor. He whimpered single good eye slipping shut as even more pain shot up his arms. When he opened his eye back up he caught a glimpse of one wrist, and the cuff that rested there. Immediately his eye shot open in horror.
No, no, it was impossible. Yet the carved metal didn't magically disappear when he grasped it with his other arm. In fact the other arm hosted an identical cuff. The markings may have been unfamiliar to him, but that was the last thing on his mind in those moments. He now wore cuffs, it made his entire body tremble.
The man was serious, with an absolutely horrifying plan. The idea of putting the entire world into a genjutsu was pitiful. It wouldn't solve anything, it would only offer an escape. Fleeing reality wasn't his style, not really. Yet here he was trapped with the crazy old man who was serious about using him as a pawn to change the world using that plan.
He swallowed fingers tracing the carvings and body trembling. This would not be fun.
"AGAIN!" the command made him flinch automatically before he nodded his head. It had been a few months since his refusal of Madara's offer. A few months since the cuffs were applied to his wrists and the 'training' began. He moved his hands through the signs as quickly as he could, not applying any chakra because he wasn't expected to. "AGAIN!" not fast enough apparently.
He winced but repeated the signs, the pattern repeated several times more before Madara was finally satisfied. That didn't mean that the session was over though. Instead now he was expected to add chakra into the technique. He expected burns, and harsh words. He still wasn't the best at executing jutsu.
He quickly sped through the hand seals anyway before stating aloud "Katon: Endan" it helped him to focus. He's able to make a couple of the fire bullets before the technique sputtered out and failed. He coughed a bit, before glancing over at his captor. The man didn't seem displeased, but then again he didn't really seem all that pleased either. It was hard to tell since the man gave no reaction at all.
That unnerved him more than if the man had given a reaction. At least then he would have been able to tell whether he should try to duck down and cover his head or not. Slowly a smirk began to wind across the man's face and he felt the distinct feeling of relief. Which quickly disappeared as Madara's gaze narrowed on him and that same command was barked out once more.
"Again!" He sighed and obeyed.
Obito sat curled up in the corner of the cavern. Madara was missing for the moment, he didn't know where the old man had gone. He didn't really want to know either, because for at least a little while he was going to be completely alone. Alone in the cave, without needing to worry about the old man watching him. It was as much of a relief as it wasn't because it left him bewildered about what he could even do.
He didn't even have any clue what there was to do, because for the most part the cave was completely barren. Empty of absolutely anything that he could have used to entertain himself. Well unless he wanted to try that. He shifted in his corner and shivered, even the thought made him faintly uncomfortable. In this place it was just wrong, especially because those things were still watching.
Sure he was still relatively familiar with Guruguru, but it was a bit hard to trust any of them since they were mostly under the control of the old man. So he's unsure how much he can trust them. Sure once they were something like friends to him, but now it's much harder to be entirely sure that he can trust them. Madara created them, thus Madara controlled them.
It left him with incredibly few options of what he could do. He could have easily practiced some of the jutsu that the old man had been teaching him. Except that he was rather tired, still sleep eluded him. There really wasn't much that he could do at all, apart from training or lying around waiting. So he instead remained curled in his corner and tried to imagine himself back home and safe in Konoha.
The ghost of a smile flickered over his half scarred face before it faded. Those dreams simply fell into dust with old wounds breaking through them. His wrists faintly throbbed and his eye was drawn back to them; to the cuffs. Konoha, home was just a distant memory really. Freedom a wish that was forever going to be just out of his reach. The cuffs weighed heavily on his wrists; and his chest ached.
He rose one arm and reached out into the looming darkness of the rest of the cavern. If he imagined hard enough he could almost see someone coming to his rescue. Maybe his sensei, or Kakashi, hell even one of his stuck up Uchiha relatives would be a welcome sight. As long as they weren't one of Madara's other pawns.
Except of course no one ever came. Not even in his dreams, because he only seemed to ever have nightmares. Rin's death on repeat, or worse images that haunted him. His own little rampage to eliminate the Kirigakure shinobi. Sometimes in his dreams they were replaced with the faces and figures of people who he recognised from Konoha. His arm remains stretched into the darkness, and he closed his eye.
All that he could feel in the darkness was wet, slick, liquid. His arm dropped back to his side before he looped it back around his legs and drew his knees back to his chest. His eye opened once more and he looked down at his hand; clean but the feeling remained. He should have extended his left arm rather than the right one.
Even though it was merely a phantom sensation, it was still there. Even though he wasn't the one who had plunged his arm through someone else. No that was Kakashi, with the Chidori. He'd seen that move in action, both from the sidelines and... And through the eye that he'd given the other boy. The phantom images were repeats of that sensation, the glimpses of Kakashi's own experiences.
He shivered again before moving to look down at his chalky toned right hand. The cuff on his wrist gleamed even in the darkness but that wasn't what he was looking for. It was clean, there was no crimson dripping blood on it. He sighed, relief almost palpable. His hand was clean, clear of any blood. Yet it didn't entirely help, because the images were still there.
A clear memory of his arm through someone else's chest, of falling bodies and a bloated moon looming overhead. And then his dumb choice, a moment of stupidity when he should have waited for Kakashi to awaken and then left with him. Or awaited for the probable backup from Konoha. Instead he'd felt the need to explain to the old man his choice.
It was Kakashi's memory mixing with his own that made it all the more painful. Yet as he recalled that he began to wonder how Kakashi was even doing. So he closed his single eye again and focused. Breath in, breath out. He felt desperately for the faint connection that drew back to Kakashi. As soon as he found it he pulled...
...The first thing that he was consciously aware of through the connection was the killing intent being felt. It was nothing that he'd ever felt before, not even from the old man. It almost sent him right back into his own mind from the fear of the sensation. But he forced himself to remain in Kakashi's head. Forced himself to observe.
The second thing that he was aware of was the barrier that kept Kakashi and the other's of their generation from actually leaving the section that they were in. The barrier that kept them from the fight against whatever was creating such killing intent. As he watched through the connection he could feel Kakashi's frustration, and anxiety at the entire situation.
It seemed that even Kakashi wasn't immune to everything. It also made him incredibly nervous, because what was even going on. He couldn't tell even through the connection, and eventually Kakashi tugged down his headband and then Obito could only see darkness through the connection. It actually made him panic a bit because what was going on over there?
He couldn't tune into Kakashi's other senses, so all that he had to rely on was what he could feel from Kakashi. The other boy's emotional state, and if they ever pulled their headband up, what he could see through that eye.
It's terrifying to be unable to see even the smallest thing that's going on at Kakashi's end. It was made even worse by the emotional state that Kakashi was in, the panic, fear, frustration and desperation. All of them spun together into a dizzying concoction that made him apprehensive and worried. And the killing intent that was strong enough that he actually could feel it through the connection. What could possibly make such killing intent?
It freaked him out even as he allowed the darkness that he was able to see through the connection embrace him. As he allowed it to keep him from the sheer loneliness of the cave. From boredoms own embrace, and the fear that Madara would return at any moment. It was a distraction, but he really wouldn't want it to be anything else.
He spent a seemingly endless period of time simply floating in the darkness and feeling Kakashi's frantic emotions before they finally calmed down. Kakashi was relieved, but still worried about something. At least, at least the killing intent was gone. Settled, and sure that Kakashi was safe he pulled back...
...He was still alone in the cave. That didn't relieve him at all. But it did allow him some time to think. Or it would've if he hadn't yawned suddenly incredibly tired. Not that he wasn't often tired recently, but it was still annoying. With a mumbled complaint to no one in particular he shifted position and closed both of his eyes.
He might as well rest while he still had the chance. After all, everything was fine... Right?