Day Three
*TW* - non-descriptive rape in this chapter
Kakashi hadn't slept at all, too on edge. The men across the hall had gotten tired of mocking him quite quickly, and either scrapped together with teeth and fists or slept. Guards walked up and down the corridor on a regular basis. Most would stick their noses in and smirk at him, or spit through the gaps between the grid bars.
He was too immersed in his thoughts to care about their taunts, most his brainpower revolved around the seal and how he could get it off. He couldn't see it to study it though, and it was in one of the most vulnerable places on a person.
The only place of exposed skin he had had in his Anbu guard was the throat, where his turtleneck underguard armour had torn in a ridiculous way from the mission specks. Kakashi hadn't thought anything about it. But now he could feel the seal pulse along with his heartbeat, strangling the chakra network in his neck so that it struggled to course throughout his whole body.
Somehow, the sharingan in his head hadn't killed him, being a constant chakra draw and all that. Being sealed was probably inhibiting the use of the eye, but he kept it closed mostly anyway. Nobody here warranted its use.
He was effectively chakra-less, only enough ran in him to keep his body alive. Fucking Sparrow.
Fuck her for selling him to Tetsuo, fuck her for sabotaging the mission, fuck her for causing him to be locked in this horrendous underground cave that smelled like the latrine down the hall. The reek of piss and shit and sweat was getting to him, and he wished desperately for his mask.
Time was nonexistent here. Men walked by at all hours, the torches always burned. It was impossible to tell how much time passes down here.
Kakashi woke from his light doze to the sound of whistling and rough barking from his neighbors. The squeal of hinges made it clear their door was opening, but there was no stampede out. A breathless silence like this was confusing.
What was-?
Small footsteps, stumbling, light-footed. A strangling sound. A woman's scream, loud and terrifyingly close, the whimpering of others who gasped and cried out.
"No, please, no, no! I'll give you all I have, I'll do what you want just don't put me in with them, I'm sorry, I'm sorry –No!" She was screaming. From the sounds of it she was probably flailing, trying to fight back, but there were too many. A man would grunt when her nails dug in, or when an elbow caught a face, but it seemed she was fought over as well. They all wanted a piece.
"Hey sweetheart!"
"Sweet lips!"
"That's right! Take her!"
"Fuck her!"
The woman's next scream was agonized, and the fleshy sounds turned brutal.
More women were shoved into the cage until Kakashi sat there staring unseeing, listening to the mass rape happening not twenty feet away. The noise of it.
Those women…god. God. Kakashi wanted to get up, wanted to bang on the door, wanted to break it down and kill them because only the worst of men did this, only the worst….
Then his door opened, and a scrawny thing was thrown in. She fell and trembled there, obviously expecting to be mauled like the others.
"Here you go, Hatake, enjoy yourself. We sure did." A guard smiled, his teeth dark and ugly.
The woman stayed where she lay, watching him from beneath her dirty hair. Kakashi ignored her, and hoped that would be the end of it – should he try to help? What could he do? If he did offer any sort of help, if he tried to be kind, Kakashi didn't know what would come of it. It was an entirely real possibility that this woman was a trained killer, an actor, and could hurt him when his guard was down. If she wasn't, she was just a scared woman, tortured and raped. So, he faked going to sleep, resting in his usual crouch against his favorite corner.
She didn't make much noise, but he heard her rustling, perhaps fixing her clothes as best she could. Curling up tight to keep warm. He ignored her, and the time passed only in his heartbeats.
Kakashi broke from his rest when he heard her slip forward as silently as she could. Kakashi held still as she crawled closer, unsure about her intentions, but the first indication of what she wanted was the tug at his pants draw strings.
He had her wrist in his hand in an instant, and she froze, before melting sinuously against him. Her eyes at half mast, she tried to make her lips pout and rubbed her other hand up the inside of his thigh.
Ah.
With the tight grip he had on her, Kakashi forced her back and stood, stepping away. He didn't say anything, even when she slipped her dress down her shoulders to expose herself, grinning toothily at him as she put a hand between her own thighs. She was missing a canine, the space gaped at him.
Leaned back as she was, Kakashi had a clear view. She didn't seem to understand why he hadn't mounted her yet, and moaned. It was repulsive, as was the dazed fog in her eyes. Clearly, she had decided to survive as best she could and that meant pleasing whoever wanted her. Kakashi pitied her but also couldn't look anymore. He didn't….he couldn't understand. He turned his back.
She snarled, and ran at him, leaving claw marks in his skin around his shoulders, trying to reach for his eyes. Kakashi flung her off, rougher than he probably should have. She skittered on the ground and turned so she was on her hands and knees, back bent inward. Glancing over her shoulder, she faked another moan.
"You can have what you want. Anything, anything at all." She panted, voice destroyed. She was contrasting sharply with the penetrative whimpers and pained filled moans form the other cell.
Kakashi couldn't help his grimace, and went back to his corner, leaning there and making himself imposing enough to frighten her off. The red sharingan eye, glinting under his lid, seemed to help with that as she didn't try to touch him again. Instead, she remained on her side, eventually succumbing to silent tears. The animals raping nearby went on for another hour, before not even the one with the most stamina could continue. The women were unnervingly silent now, and Kakashi screamed internally on their behalf.
It took the fuckers perhaps half a day to realize that no, he didn't want the woman they'd given him, and in the process of leading her out, she was groped multiple times. She didn't fight it, and instead Kakashi shivered at how the look in her eye went desperate, desperate to please, desperate to be safe, desperate to survive.
Desperate to die.
He was left to himself for a while, before they came again, four abreast, one armed with a sword and another other with a disgusting smirk, his hands already forming the seal.
Kakashi controlled his initial, betraying flinch before his body seized up with the pain, and distantly he thought he thought he heard something snap.
Turns out it was one of his molars, and it started to ache incredibly bad after his new opponents in the ring – two men who looked almost like twins – managed to pin him in place for one good kick to the jaw. Dazed, Kakashi sought to get distance but with the two of them, obviously trained in civilian martial arts, tag teamed him, even Kakashi was flagging with glancing blows that still made him blink.
He hadn't eaten in days, and the water they provided was little better than pond or bog water. Before that, he'd been in mission mode, and that meant only the necessary nutrients, running on little sleep with less rest. He wasn't at his best. Actually, he was the farthest he's been from his best in…a long time.
After the third time he narrowly escaped disembowelment (when did that one get a knife?), Kakashi realized dimly that yes, they were trying to kill him. Why wasn't he trying to kill them?
Morals? Ethics?
These men didn't have a choice, he reasoned to himself, they had to fight. Or else…or else they'd die. Were they tortured too? Like…like him?
His mind shied away from the thought, 'torture' running through his head like a bull in a china shop. It wasn't quite torture, he told himself, it wasn't what he'd been trained for. There was no fingernail pulling, no thumb screws, no tied down and beaten to get information. There was no reason.
This was just…pain. Pain as incentive. Starvation as motivation. And Kakashi hated himself but it was working.
His attacks grew more vicious, his movements more obvious more brutal. Less precision and form than just getting to the end result which was getting these guys to stop.
A stomp snapped one's leg, and he screamed in pain. A duck and dodge brought the other off balance so he could eat Kakashi's elbow, teeth flying out in a spray of blood.
Another, slower kick, knocked the screaming one unconscious to join his brother.
Kakashi stood, panting, blinking at the sudden desist in physical attacks, the noise of the crowd was nothing anymore. He heard the rushing of his blood, heard Tetsuo's smarmy fucking praise, and he heard the fucker with the sword spit at him:
"Not so high and mighty now, are you?"
After that, he was led to his cell, too tired to cause any trouble and he passed out from dehydration.
When he woke, there was a full bowl of gruel and a wooden cup of clear water.
Ah. So that's how it is.
The better he fought, the more reward he would get, and that meant sustenance and clean water and probably less of the pain seal. The realization made Kakashi pace, when he was able, and each time his guards walked by he would snarl silently at them, a red and black demon in the dark underground. Most would hurry along, others were dumb enough to stop and stare at him.
One, a large one with a tattoo over his lips, was particularly oblivious.
"Thirsty, Hatake?" He grinned with a missing tooth. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock, tattoo face pissed through Kakashi's door to the hoots and hollers of their animal audience. The puddle ran along the cracks of the metal on the ground, but thankfully stayed on that end of the cave.
"Just for you, bitch."
Kakashi's hands made fists so hard his knuckles cracked audibly. He didn't speak, and focused instead on the pain in his jaw – the shattered tooth would need to come out sometime soon.
Kakashi's third fight was tougher, his opponent more desperate and more reckless, but Kakashi was tired. He still wanted to sleep, honest to gods sleep, not that of the unconscious.
Their differences in skill was obvious though, as Kakashi easily snagged the other in a nelson and choked him out to the booing of the crowd. They hadn't yet gotten the death they wanted, not from him, and it made them more and more savage. His guards had to protect Kakashi this time in leading him out, as the crowd surged to try and reach him, to get their hands on him.
Good, a riot would mean Kakashi could escape, or at least carve a path through these people. For his fight, however, he was brought a pond water pitcher and a new girl.
This one was silent, listless, her lank hair hanging in front of her face. The growls and whistles and bitching from the animal's cell told him that hegot one and they didn't. When she was left in his cell, she didn't move from where they stood her. She didn't even glance up to see him.
Of course he didn't touch her. And it took a really long time for her to notice that he wasn't moving. When she did look up, Kakashi was horrified by how young she looked. Skinny probably by no fault of her own, it was hard to tell her age by her body, but her face…barely into puberty. He stayed on his side, and quite obviously glanced away disinterestedly. She hesitated, thinking maybe it was a trap, but as Kakashi didn't move when she did, the girl moved her way to the other side.
She fell asleep not long after, not having the energy to watch him, and probably less inclined to care if he did end up moving. It wasn't the first time she had been betrayed.
Kakashi got cursed out again when they retrieved her, after she had gotten at least a few solid hours of uninterrupted sleep. Sickened, Kakashi wondered if he should have suffocated her, as the men took her straight from his cell into the animals' cell. She didn't make any noise, but they did enough to her that Kakashi wished he had done something. Death would have been better, for Kakashi's peace of mind if nothing else.
When they got her again, they had to drag her out, limp and unmoving. Kakashi thought she had indeed found death.
Raped to death. Just a girl. Fuck.
Guilt gnawed at him, but so did horror and disgust. Would he really have strangled her, killed her, before they had done such terrible things? Was he strong enough? Was he cold enough? He was too late. Always too late. Hesitated too long. Kakashi's head ached.
Next they dropped a thin young man in his cage the next time, probably irritated with Kakashi's refusals. He was getting the impression that there was more to the rapes than being given a 'reward' for good behavior. This one was emaciated though, bones sticking up everywhere in a grotesque parody of humanity. His eyes were dead.
"Faggot!" The fuckers swore at him, both Kakashi and the boy. "Open your cunt boy! Fuck him like the faggot you are, Hatake!"
Kakashi didn't move from his spot this time either, and the young man stayed on his side of the cage, staring listlessly while his bony fingers sought out every scab they could and picked. He made himself bleed in countless places, and dug even further into the open wounds.
Kakashi wanted to scream, he felt like he was going insane.
A man could only take being surrounded by pain, death, rape, and excrement for so long until he wanted to rip his own eyes out. He'd given up on maintaining a cold mask, now he snarled and sneered to keep them at bay.
How was he going to get out of here?
When they came to take the boy, he'd passed out from blood loss. Sneering at him, they dragged him cruelly from the cave uncaring of his hanging head, but they didn't close the door. Kakashi rose slowly to his feet.
Then Tetsuo entered, flanked by two men Kakashi had never seen before. One had a scratched out Iwa headband around his forehead, and he smirked at Kakashi. A missing-nin, and obviously one that knew him.
"The Hatake." The former Iwa nin spoke. "I've been waiting a long time for this." Chakra gathered in his fists, and Kakashi immediately started planning how he could not be hit by that. Any kind of jutsu at this range would destroy him, though, and he couldn't even gather enough chakra to protect his body.
"Sorry, I don't know you." Kakashi rasped, going for blasé and unconcerned but ending up on haven't-spoken-for-days. The Iwa nin growled though, hatred and rage twisting his face, so Kakashi figured he'd gotten what he wanted.
"Now, now," Tetsuo interrupted, beaming, "Please remember the parameters of our deal, Watara-san."
The Iwa nin grunted, the chakra flickering from his fists, but he stood down.
"Your days are numbered, Hatake, you're going to get everything that's coming to you just like your fucking Yellow Flash did. I'll piss on your corpse and leave you to rot, just like he did to my family." Watara pointed a thick finger at him.
That incited anger, but Kakashi refused to speak again. It felt like doing so put them in control, and he didn't like that.
"Wonderful, now that we've all met, let's continue on our Watara-san, I'm sure we have many more things to discuss!" Tetsuo smiled so tightly his eyes closed.
Watara snorted, but turned and left the cage. Tetsuo remained behind and held his hands within the sleeves of his kimono. The threat of the hand sign laid over both their heads, and with Tetsuo's men watching his every movement from the doorway, Kakashi stayed on the precipice of movement. He wanted to be ready if an opportunity arose, and his hackles were up from both Tetsuo's proximity and the meeting with Watara.
"Kakashi, I've heard you aren't happy with the selections being brought to you, is there something the matter?"
Selections.
Like they were cuts of meat. The woman, the girl, the boy, just property.
Kakashi's glare turned dark, and he stopped entirely still.
Tetsuo didn't seem to care, though the guards at the door shifted.
"I made an investment with you, you know." Tetsuo gently reminded, like a father telling his son not to break his toys. "That investment doesn't just end with you. Now tell me, what are your tastes? Clearly not willing, nor young, nor male, so please, tell me what I'm missing?"
His eyes glinted, he knew exactly what he was asking Kakashi.
The man wanted Hatake children, to take and raise as his own. Wanted the Hatake name, the clan prowess, the power of it. Kakashi was the last, and Tetsuo had purchased his…his breeding rights?!
Fucking never.
Kakashi said nothing, something vicious and evil sitting in his stomach. Tetsuo sighed after a moment, disappointed.
"Perhaps your feelings will change in the future. As it is, please forgive me if I keep trying." Turning, Tetsuo left his back entirely unguarded, and Kakashi' stomach swooped with the feeling of movement although his body didn't twitch. He felt sick with the near miss. Wishful thinking – Tetsuo's back opening like a blooming rose, his neck snapped hanging limply.
Tetsuo paused just at the door – directly where his guard had pissed, Kakashi thought with dark amusement – and glanced back at him.
"There will be a warm up match to get you running hot, Kakashi-kun,"-fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, Kakashi hated this man—"You'll be up against the previous owner of this cell. Quite a handful he was, but he eventually saw my way of things. Quite lucrative, yes." Kakashi wondered if he lunged fast enough that he could get to Tetsuo, put his fingers around his neck, before he could complete the hand seal for pain. Clearly reading Kakashi's desire in his eyes, Tetsuo merely smiled and then left, and the cage was closed once more.
Grunting, Kakashi didn't want to think about either of them. There wasn't much else to do, though.
"Hey pansy-ass, did you have a nice time with the good Master? Did he make you beg?" Raucous laughter.
Save for listening to the animals howl, of course.
