AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story like "Blank Page" will switch points of view. But only between Sasuke and Naruto.

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own Naruto.

Last time:

The thought of never seeing my baby brother again made me choke back sobs that threatened to overwhelm me.

'Maru.'

Chapter 2: Ultimatum

It has now been a week since I last saw my family and was stuck in the back of this horrible wagon. The smell was disgusting, reeking of everything from bile to feces, the men wouldn't let us out to relieve ourselves or bathe anymore. Not since one of the girls died trying to escape two days ago. She was so determined to get away after the man who went by the name of Gus had his way with her, that she jumped off a waterfall in the vacinity onto the rocks below. The man didn't seem to get into any trouble for it, just a slap on the wrist and a 'You just cost us good money!' That was when they decided that none of the men were to touch any of us again, well at least in that manner. That didn't stop the gropings, pinchings, or the looks any though.

None of us had spoken since either.

We had come to the idea a few days ago that these men were taking us to be sold and that we were more valuable to them alive, but that our appearance meant little.

That meant slaves.

And not the good kind either.

We weren't going to be sold into the 'clean my house' or 'tend the fields' type of slavery. No we were going to be sold into the sex kind. That was the only reason Gus got yelled at for what he did, because it was one less virgin or woman to sell. Virgins go for more money.

They still could have sold the girl except that she jumped.

There was a loud commotion outside and the wagon jolted to a halt and we were all trown forward.

I grunted as I landed on one of the brunnettes' knee and an elbow landed into my side.

'That's going to bruise.' I slowly sat back up and moved back to my cornerin the back of the wagon.

The men outside were talking loudly to someone outside, and they didn't seem happy either.

Something about money and deadlines. Apparently the men were late by a day and they would have to pay extra to get in to sell their wares. The idea that they might not be able to get us in there to sell lit a small spark of hope. The man who seemed to be in charge spoke soflty to the man so I couldn't make out what was said but the wagon bagan to move shortly after.

'And there goes the small bit of hope I had.' I thought glumly as the motion of the wagon caused me to sway.

We didn't go far before the wagon stopped again and the back doors were thrown open. Before I could scramble out of the way one of the men grabbed me by the loose pony tail at the back of my head, causing me to scream in pain as he dragged me out of the wagon. Tears dripped from my cheeks as I tried to keep up as he hurried into a giant nearby tent. My fingers pried at his hand and scratched trying to get him to let me go before he threw me to the ground. I barely had time to catch myself with my hands before my face hit the earth under me, my hip wasn't so lucky.

'Another one.' I thought as I sat up and looked around. I looked to be in a wooden pen with walls that stood at least six feet above my head, with enough room on either side of me that i could stretch my arms out on either side and still have a a foot on either side. There was a single lanturn high in the one corner by the wooden door that had a small window at eye level.

'The better to see you with.' I moved over to a corner in the back, sitting in the dirt under my ass.

It wasn't long before I heard the yelling and scraming of the other girls as they were brought in and other doors were closed and bolted shut. 'I guess that means they aren't putting us together,' I looked up, 'probably so we don't try escaping. Not that we could with the walls so high.' I sighed and rested my head on my knees. I could hear the other girls sobbing and crying to be let out and taken back home. None of them seemed to understand that they weren't going to be let go.

I felt sleep creeping in around the edges of my mind and gladly let it take over.

Sasuke POV:

A knock sounded from my bedroom door as I slamed my aching shaft into the delicious warmth of the moaning woman benieth me. I found her earlier in the night at some bar and brought her home for an easy lay. A very easy lay.

All I had to do was look in her direction and motion for her pretty little self to come over. It was her long coal hair that drew me in, not because I liked the color which I didn't, but because it was different. She was the only one in the bar that had drew my attention.

My hips continued to slap against her ass as I got closer to my release, picking up speed the more I thrust into her. She wasn't as tight as I liked but I needed to release my pent up frustrations. But as long as she made the right noises and moved the right way things were good.

Another knock sounded on the door as I rammed my cock in once more, releasing my seed into the pussy under me. I collapsed on top of her and burried my face in her breasts, inhaling the lingering sweet scent of the perfume she put on earlier in the day. I began to nibble on the underside of one of the volumous globes while my cock was still burried in her warm sheath. I groaned as she reached down between us and grasped my balls in one of her hands, gently squeezing before letting go. My left hand found her other breast and tugged lightly on the nipple while I sucked the other greedily into my mouth. She moaned and her hips arched up urging me to continue even though we'd been at this for several hours now.

I grinned around her pert nipple as I pulled myself all the way out to the tip and paused. She began to squirm under me, displeased at the way I stopped, and I slammed my hips forward causing her to moan loudly in my ear.

The previous knock on the door became an incistant pounding demanding to be answered. I groaned and rolled off the woman and she whined as I left the bed to answer the door. Usually they went away after the second knock when I didn't answer, or the first if the woman in my bed was loud enough. On my way passed the chair I grabbed my pants, putting them on while i walked to the door.

I grabbed ahold of the handle and yanked the door open, "What?" I glared at the poor servant who had the misfortune to have been picked to interrupt me.

"I am most appologetic M'Lord b-but your b-brother wishes to see y-you in the throne r-room, immediately!" The young boy bowed deeply before turning and scurrying down the hall away from me.

I slowly closed the door and rested my head against it. 'Well there goes the rest of my entertainment for the night.' I sighed and turned around to see the woman in my bed sitting up holding the sheet to her chest, not that it mattered since I had seen everything she had to offer already.

"S-sasuke-"

"Get out." I walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out a shirt, throwing it over my head I heard her ask what I meant.

I sighed again for the hundrenth time that night it seemed, "I meant exactly what I said." I hated it when they thought just because I slept with them once it meant something other than sex. I never asked them for anything and I never expected anything from them after the deed was done. And yet they always wanted more or expected it. All because of who I was.

A Prince. Well The Prince.

Itachi was technically King since our parents died ten years ago.

I walked out the door and headed down the hall towards the throne room leaving the woman behind. Most likely by the end of the next twenty-four hours I wouldn't even remember her face. One of the servants would find her and show her out if she didn't do it herself before then, they always did.

The double doors to the throne room were already open when I showed up in front of them and walked through. Itachi was standing on the raised dias behind the bigger throne to the left, our father's old seat. To the right was a seat that has remained empty since the day our mother died, the Queen's throne. No one knew why Itachi never married, but I suppose he has his reasons, he never told anyone why and no one ever asked. The KIngdom had an heir, me, and that's all that mattered.

I walked up to the dias and kneeled before my brother and waited for him to speak, as was proper.

"Rise already Sasuke, there's no need for formalities, we are alone." He sounded tired and older than his thirty-six years.

He looked older too. A slight pang of worry shot through me, 'He's not sick is he?' I rose to my feet and held my hands behind my back and my feet slightly apart. 'I don't want to loose him too, we might not get along all the time but that doesn't mean I don't need him. Hopefully it's just stress getting to him.'

My brother walked around to the front of the throne ans sat down heavily into it. He rested his head in his right hand while he slumped in the seat looking quite defeated.

"Sasuke many things have been brought to my attention as of late, and I have been asked to make certain descisions. Many of them weren't easy, I had to take into account that not only am I your brother and I love you dearly, but I am also your King.

"But I am also dying. I have been for a while now, and have chosen not to tell you. But now I must. I have not taken a wife nor have I had children because I cannot have them, the illness that I have makes having children impossible. It would not be fair to to take a wife knowing that I would not be able to give her children and this Kingdom heirs. So, it is up to you to find a wife and produce heirs." He looked at me, his eyes full of pain I had never noticed before, and full of tiredness.

"B-but Itachi-"

He held up his hand, "I am not done Sasuke, only arranging my thoughts. I have only a few years left, and I do not wish to live them as King, but as myself. And in order to do so you must take up the title of King and marry. You are twenty-two years old and it's about time you thought about the future of this Kingdom as your own.

"I will allow you a year to find a woman of your choosing to marry. She may be of any standing, however she must be a virgin so as there is no scandals. There must be an heir and there must be no doubts that the child is yours.

"If you fail to do so, fail to find a woman to marry, then I shall find someone more suitable to run this Kingdom. I hate to put it as such, but you either marry, or I will name someone else in the family Heir."

I stared at my brother in shock, I was at a loss for words.

I was angry.

Upset.

My brother was dying and he didn't tell me. He has known for a while and decided not to tell me. He was going to strip me of my birthright if I didn't get married in a year's time, but hey i got to pick the girl so it must be ok. And he decided I must have children also.

Didn't I get a say?

I didn't even look at my brother as I turned on my heel and left the throne room.

Author's note...again:

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed chapter 2! I'm sorry I took a while to update but please review!