Second chapter is here. Translation is a pain in the ass. It's not a very long chapter, the next will be longer. Enjoy it.
Chapter 2: Shattered
My head hurt. My vision was blurred. My ears managed to capture the sound of the rain well before I could decode the blurred image my eyes insisted to present me. When they finally got used to it, I took a nice look around. I was in what seemed to be a cell. The walls were rock and the light was dim. It was cold. I figured I was a few meters below the surface, inside the sanctuary.
"Either it's pouring or this hideout ain't that deep." I thought, trying to get up. As soon as I was standing I fell on the ground. And started to feel the pain. Mostly in my legs and back. My face also ached. I felt an unpleasant rusty flavor in my mouth. I spat on the floor. There was saliva and blood.
"Great." I sighed, sitting again. Questions started popping up. How long had I been there? Why was I there alone? What would happen to me? Where were the others?
I ran out of blood.
"The rain erases scents. I'm fucked. So fucked." I said out loud, talking to myself. I covered my mouth with one hand. "Just as I predicted, he didn't manage to show them the way. And Kakashi's dogs won't be able to reach this place so easily."
I lay down on the improvised bed and thought. I had no weapons there, they had taken everything from me. Shit!
"Oh! He's awake!"
I immediately looked at the entrance. A man was standing there, looking at me. Two other men appeared. I checked their headbands.
"Hidden Rain Village! The ones who stole the scroll are traitors!"
At this point, they were already standing right next to me. The one who had spoken earlier was holding a kunai, with which he ripped my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed. That's right, naked.
"Hey!" I tried to do something, but one of the others grabbed tight and force me to kneel. He was strong. Maybe they were jounin, not chuunin. What the hell was going on?
"Onii-san… He looks so young… I don't think I can hold any longer…"
Disgust. That's what I felt when I saw the one standing before me taking off his pants and rubbing his penis against my lips. I turned my face the other way. I started shaking. Fear and anger. That's what I was feeling. He grasped my face firmly and made me face him.
"You're gonna behave like a good boy and suck me, get that? And if you bite, you're gonna regret it. Mark my words. Now suck me dry!" He held my hair tight with his hand and forced that thing into my mouth. I had no chance but to obey. Whilst he mercilessly mouth-fucked me, the others kissed my body.
"Little brother, go and fetch my whip."
After hearing that I felt even sicker. My whole body tensed. He was thrusting so fast and hard I felt the urge to puke. Oh, they'd pay.
It just got worse. The one that had gone get the whip didn't take long to be back. Gave the whip to his brother, who didn't waste a second starting my punishment. He didn't hold back at all.
"Now count!" He ordered, laughing sadistically. "Oh, sorry, you have your mouth full!" He laughed even more, whipping my back. It hurt. It hurt so much. The tears fell down my face.
I felt like trash. Completely humiliated. Feeling weak. Physically. Psychologically. Where were they?
"Kakashi… Fast…" I thought, feeling my mouth empty again.
"Step aside, Mukatta. I wanna cum inside him." The brute ordered, gesturing for the other to move. Once I realized his intentions, I tried to move away, but they had me on all fours and he wasted no time in grabbing me by my hips, firmly.
My pride prevented me from begging them to stop. Even if I did beg, they would not stop. If I no longer had my dignity, then I wanted to at least keep my pride.
"This might hurt just a little." He warned me. But he hadn't finished speaking yet and he was pushing three fingers into my ass.
"Ahhhh!" I yelled in pain, as I felt him stretching me. It was too much, I couldn't stand it. I passed out once again. "Kakashi..."
I don't know for how long I was out, but I know that they had left not long ago. The blood hadn't dried yet. My back hurt like hell. Raw flesh, I knew. The rest you can imagine. Even my hair had semen on it. Shaking, I grabbed my torn clothes and cleaned myself the best I could. I couldn't help but sob non-stop. I was so angry. I hadn't felt like that in a long, long time.
I noticed they had left there a pair of shorts. The ones they'd found in my bag. I put them on and tried to hear something. I heard steps. Immediately, I leant against the closest wall to the entrance, so that they couldn't see me right away. It was kinda hidden. Maybe I could take them by surprise, who knows. But, much to my despair, they were not the same three from last time. They were ten. Ten other men. I felt my legs shaking and my head spinning. It couldn't be possible, I wouldn't survive it.
"So, Mukatta? Where's the boy?"
"He must be hiding in one of the corners."
They unlocked the door and walked in. I squeezed against the hard surface and let myself slid down until I was sitting on the floor. It hurt too much. The friction against the rock made it all worse. That's when I realized it was all real. Too real. Not just a nightmare.
"I'm gonna die… Here, in this place. I won't take it anymore…" I thought, staring at them. They had already spotted me and one of them was already walking toward me. The fear started to crush me from the inside out. My lungs contracted. I couldn't breathe. My ribs broke. The pressure was too much. My heart raced fast. I looked at the floor. My vision was blurred. Maybe it was the tears. Suddenly, I heard a sound. It was far, but the rock walls amplified it, making it seem closer.
"What's this?" One asked.
I realized then that it wasn't just me hearing it. It wasn't my imagination. It was real… That sound. The sound of a thousand birds. I stared at the entrance and saw a light approaching. They saw it too. And what they saw must have freaked them out, their faces didn't lie. They prepared themselves to engage in a possible fight, but as soon as the light reached that room it was all over. The noise was now lower and lower. The bodies fell to the ground one by one, lifeless. Ten bodies right there, dead in less than two seconds. Only one was standing. I wiped my tears, making it possible for me to distinguish is silhouette. I was shocked. He was all covered in blood. His hands, his flak jacket, his shirt, his hair… I then realized that blood wasn't his. And what he was I then realized. And even more. I realized the reason why he was considered one of the best in our village. He had been designed to kill.
I then saw that light again. My eyes widened.
"K-Kakashi… Yamero…" I asked, fearing for my life. "YAMERO!"
