Title: WONDERLAND
Author: Sohei NICHA
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Genre: Action / Suspense / Sci-fi/Fantasy
Rate: M (Because of the first part fo sho)
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Notes: This is a sort of (very screwed up) "Alice in Wonderland"/ "Through the Looking-Glass" thing. If you are squeem-ish of torture and the likes, then please proceed with caution or turn back now. This is not like any of my other stories. It's not really BL of any sort, but it will contain lots of people dying.
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Also: If you could find it in your heart, please review so that I know you actually want me to continue with this story or if you just think I'm a sicko for writing this up.
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WARNING:
Torture ahead.
Character deaths ahead.
It is very, very, very important that you heed this warning.
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Prologue . . . Danse Macabre
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A boy, aged twelve, is pushed down the Rabbit Hole…
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Sasuke felt the two men drag him into the house and immediately saw his mother being restrained.
She was screaming.
His brother, Itachi was kneeling on the floor, frozen, and with a gun to his temple. And finally, his father stood at the door, wrists tied behind his back, and mouth dripping blood. A black eye marked his strong face. Sasuke was forced into a seat at the kitchen, the backpack full of his sixth grade homework was thrust away; it hit a wall and ripped. Then, a man stepped into the room from the house's living room walkway.
"Ah, Sasuke, I'm so glad you could be here," he said, a scarf muffling his voice slightly; a ghostly, pale hand brought the cloth down to uncover his mouth. The man had genetically familiar jet black hair, and bloody red eyes that looked down upon Sasuke with interest. "Mikoto, I see that this one inherited your looks— he's quite the cutie."
Mikoto panicked, "DON'T TOUCH SASUKE!" she shouted, "DON'T TOUCH HIM!" the man swiftly moved to her side; she gasped shallowly as the breath was knocked out of her.
He then straightened and calmly walked over to the struggling Fugaku. "Well?" there was laughter in his voice, "Aren't you going to yell at me too? Banish me? Do something?" He held up a bloody, pink piece of flesh.
Sasuke stifled a whimper. It was a tongue. It was his father's tongue…
The man ran the appendage over Fugaku's square jaw once, walked over to the sink and dropped it into the food disposal, watching as the machine ground it into bloody pulps of muscle. His mouth's corners turned upwards. Fugaku looked up at the man defiantly with his hard, charcoal eyes; sweat dripping from his face. "Salt," said the cruel man calmly; when he received it he spoke again, "Open his mouth," he instructed two of his men. They did as they were told. Sasuke watched as his father's knees hit the ground. The sound reverberated through his ears: it was a heavy thump.
A click was heard to his left and he saw Itachi's eyes flicker to him for a moment. The man that held the gun to him then brought the metal object down forcefully onto his head. Itachi gave a startled grunt and hung his head, unconscious.
"Madara— you can't do this!" sobbed Mikoto. The man however, looked at her with little interest and quickly went back to his original target.
"Open wide, 'Fu-gaki'," then he twisted the cap off of the salt shaker and poured it over the wound in Fugaku's mouth.
Sasuke watched as his father went ridged and started writing in pain. He was sure that his father would be screaming if he could make any noise. Fugaku thrashed, trying to release his jaws from the two men.
Mikoto yelled, unable to form words, until she was reduced to small whimpers.
Madara looked at Sasuke when the container was empty. It shattered on the floor and he walked towards the trembling twelve-year-old. He caressed one of the pale cheeks, "I was thrown out of the family a little bit before you were born." Madara bent to Sasuke's ear, "But rest assured, this isn't the first time I've seen you…"
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Three years later…
A boy stumbles through the Looking Glass…
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Naruto looked inside of the cabinet with a cheeky grin, "I'm finally here!" he thought as he looked around, scanning his father's police office. The scent of coffee wafted through the air. His father was at another meeting right now and Naruto had two whole hours to fill. So with that information, he thought that the only logical thing to do was entertain himself. The boy went through the desk with light-hearted, blue eyes that shone with excitement. He picked up a tape and put it into the VCR, pressing the "PLAY" button. The screen was black until—
"DON'T TOUCH SASUKE! DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
Naruto's eyes widened, "Sasuke?" He felt his stomach churn and instantly knew that this was not a tape to watch. But somehow he couldn't eject it. His body wouldn't obey his commands to move and before he knew it, the tape was finished and blank. Naruto's breathing was uneasy and he looked into the black screen. His reflection was pale and there were trails running down his cheeks.
He wiped them away and ran a hand through his spiky blond hair.
"This is stupid," he thought, "I'm frigging fifteen. Fifteen! I'm too old to cry."
Sasuke…
Sasuke Uchiha.
Yes, he remembered him. Sasuke was pale, dark haired and smart. Naruto never really got along with him but seeing the boy frozen in fear on the screen was too much. To see your mother tortured and killed was a lot to ask a sixth grader. Then— a thought struck Naruto: where was Sasuke? When he had first noticed the Uchiha's absence he hadn't minded much. "One less jackass in the world," he had thought.
"Naruto, how've you been?" Naruto whipped around at the voice. It was his father, smiling like the sun. Unexpectedly, the tape popped out, finished from rewinding. Minato then noticed his open desk drawer from the corner of his eye and then his brilliant blue eyes seemed to go gray with ice, "Naruto…"
"Wha— what—" The blond swallowed hard, "What happened to Sasuke?" when his father looked at him there was a tired look in his eye. He knew that there was nothing he could hide from his son that he would soon find out.
He began, "This case started three years ago. The bodies were found by a Kisame Hoshigaki when he was looking for the eldest son, Itachi Uchiha. He had walked in, found Itachi and tried to untie him from a post— Itachi's neck had been broken and once he was untied—" Minato's lips pressed together, "The father, Fugaku Uchiha's tongue was cut out and we found sodium chloride on the wound in his mouth. And the mother, Mikoto Uchiha's body had been terribly mutilated— both parents had been decapitated with a kitchen cleaver with Sasuke and another unidentified person's fingerprints on it. The tape was found at the seat where we calculate Sasuke must have sat on. And as for what actually happened to Sasuke…"
Naruto handed his father the tape numbly, hands shaking…
"Sasuke Uchiha is still missing."
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Naruto's reeling head hit the pillow on his twin sized bed and he looked up at the ceiling. The tape really didn't leave anything out because he never wanted to see anything like it again.
But despite that— it made his thoughts race in a mix of excitement and dread…
His mother called to him to take a shower. He got up and grabbed a pair of boxers and his pajamas. Then he began to walk to the bathroom. The hallway looked so long at the moment but it took so short to travel in his daze. Once inside, he looked into the mirror and saw his reflection. It was a different reflection from the one five hours before. He turned away from the dead blue eyes in the mirror quickly and began to strip down. Naruto stepped into the shower and turned on the water.
…And he knew that it would not be the last time he saw such horrific scenes.
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End . Danse Macabre
Sohei NICHA