Disclaimer: Fan fiction.
Warnings: Rated M for the graphic violence and cannibalism.
A/N: Though the reader won't know, this chapter took me forever to write. I think I posted the first part about a year ago, and I've been writing this chapter for about six months. The dates won't add up, since I deleted the first version of part one and reposted an edited version. Also, I kind of only wrote this part when I needed to vent. It also kind got away from what I thought it was going to be like, but I rather like it.
Warning: All but described cannibalism.
Summary: 'I need you to go to it and destroy it, little brother. Save our world.' NaruSasuNaru. AU, sci-fi, dark, violence, char. death, cannibalism. Mostly Sasuke!centric.
Reviews or any type of feedback, whether it is good or bad, is seriously appreciated.
Additional note: Please do read the end note at the bottom.
black hole
by: celestine!
part_2.
It has been three years since Naruto first heard that horrible broadcast. A spaceship sent to a faraway galaxy, sent to destroy the biggest black hole ever observed in the history of modern science, a horrible turn of events sent the ship into the black hole, rather than to a vital weak point that's just outside of its dangerous maw. Naruto had been entertaining Sakura then, it was been a year since Sasuke had gone and he had adapted, inviting Sakura to his home regularly and sharing good times with her and their other friends. He just happened to turn on the telly at that horrible moment when the news had just reached the head of the Media of the New World and had been immediately broadcasted. However a ray of hope had shone through those difficult times: Earth was not to be destroyed by the massive black hole; the ship, Valiant, had entered the black hole and somehow detonated from within the black hole with enough force to actually obliterate it. The whole world had rejoiced. Except for Naruto.
Naruto has long since stopped looking at the screen of the telly, he has stopped listening to the radio, stopped being in his own home, and he has stopped hoping. He now goes to a club to try to forget.
The club is silent, it only thrums and the walls seem to pulsate with the muted music. It's perfect for Naruto, who now only desires this loud sort of silence. It is an underground club, mostly unkown. Not even Sakura knows of it, so he goes by himself. There is the usual crowd hanging in the silver corners, the flickering pixel-textured bodies, the cyborgs, and the occasional furry. They pay him no mind, as he makes his way to an empty chair in lounge area of the club. He never talks to anyone, only enjoys the feel of the thrumming silence go through his body. Technically this sort of club is illegal; the Council of General Safety says that such quiet but powerful vibrations slowly unhinge the mind. But whenever one is forced to shut down, another opens and its clientele always seem to know just where the next one is going to be.
Naruto does not believe that he is slowly going crazy, so he continues to go to the club.
/ break /
Sasuke stares out the single window the escape pod has.
He sees the glorious infinity that is the universe. He watches how a sun slowly dies and collapses into itself, becoming a white dwarf and drawing in several of the much smaller stars around it. He watches how a misty nebula twists and bends around and into the current of the sun's pull, its beautiful colors shifting and mingling.
He does not remember how many days, weeks, months, or even years he has been in the tiny pod. But he does remember how Itachi forced him into this mission, goading him with his father's disappointment. Sasuke doesn't give a fuck about his father's disappointment anymore. He just wants to return to Earth.
Karin speaks, we're almost out of food and water.
Sasuke flinches at the thought of how little they have left but says nothing. His voice has been unused for a long time now and he doesn't feel like using it now.
Their other crew-mate died a couple of galaxies ago; apparently he had punctured a lung with a broken rib during the fluxing of the gravity in their previous spaceship. Karin, the ship's medic had been out for a while, the loss of blood too great, and had woken up shortly after his death. She had been greeted with a stoic Sasuke pushing the body out into the jettison bay of the pod. They had both watched ¾ with mild horror ¾ how as soon as his oxygen-rich body exited the ship it exploded. Almost immediately the scavenging creatures of space ventured out from places unknown and began to fight over the floating viscera and other parts of the human body that make it function.
Sasuke? What shall we do? She asks him, unsure of what to do. She doesn't know whether he's mourning the loss of their crew mate, or is merely ignoring her. She hesitatingly touches his shoulder, Sasuke?
He slaps her hand away, he doesn't need her. Or maybe I do, he thinks, maybe, maybe I need her flesh, maybe I need to eviscerate her, the ship has various food storage compartments, save bits and pieces for later ingestion, consumption, absorption. No, not absorption. For absorption, only Naruto, only him shall I absorb into me. Sasuke lets out a hiss, he had forced himself not to think about him, but damn Karin, damn her, she's the one that made me think of him, he unintentionally speaks out loud.
What? Sasuke? She starts when his hand reaches up and seizes around her pretty little neck. He presses slowly. She gasps hoarsely; he is squeezing her trachea mercilessly. Her hunger-weakened hands claw at his own, leaving faint little welts on his arms and wrists. He squeezed harder, her eyes bulge out, impossibly wide and grotesque, and he can already see the little veins that run around the surface of her eye, frantically trying to pump blood, making her eyes bloodshot. With an annoyed tsk he grabs her hands with his other and holds them away from her.
Her hands scratch frantically at his own, small spheres of blood trailing after the wake of her nails. He doesn't even notice, too intent on severing her life. She gasps, eyes rolling back into her skull, her brain going into panic mode and sending messages to her limbs to move, kick, punch, claw, anything to keep her alive.
With one final effort, she struggles, gasps and rattles out, Sasuke…
The sound of his name makes him stop completely, but not let her go. He loosens his hands, noticing faintly that they hurt from being in a claw-like pose for too long.
She is mostly unconscious now, Sasuke's hands on her throat being the only support. He lets her go. She falls to the floor with a muffled sound, her medic uniform cushioning her slightly.
He drops to his knees to look at her, slightly horrified at himself for thinking about turning to cannibalism to sate his hunger and despair. He doesn't do much for a while, just watches her chest rise up and down fast as if she was hyperventilating, and then ebb into a smooth up and down.
Disgusted with himself, he gets up and goes to the only other room in the pod. He presses the button on the wall and a panel slides out smoothly to close and divide the two rooms. He stares at the reflection in the mirror, eyes rimmed with dark circles, hair disheveled; a crazed quality makes him tremble slightly. He craves to splash his face with refreshing water, but as they are nearing the point where water will no longer be available, the stops himself.
He hasn't thought about him in a while, not sure just how long exactly.
Sasuke? Karin knocks on the metallic panel. Damn her, damn her for ruining his thoughts, he comes to a very final resolution: Kill Karin and devour her. He's not too sure whether he has the right tools for following through with such a difficult endeavor, but he can at least kill her and jettison her out; he is sure no one will question him when he arrives all alone and half crazed. She knocks again, then again and after several long minutes, she seems to give up and the knocking ceases.
He knows he is not sane at the moment, but he hopes that once he returns, and sees Naruto, all will be right in the world again. In fact, he knows all will be right; the thought of him is what keeps him living after all.
/ break /
Naruto doesn't know what to do with himself, he has already spent some time with Sakura this morning, already went for the club in the afternoon, and now, nearing midnight, he doesn't know what to do; he hasn't slept in the past couple of days, he also hasn't fed in the past day or so. But his body does not seem to suffer for it. It has not collapsed nor begged for sustenance yet.
His phone pinged.
He hurries over to it, and looks at the screen.
Itachi.
The one who started this mess in the first place. Naruto doesn't pick up and hits ignore instead. He doesn't feel vitriol towards him yet; Sasuke still has the chance of coming back.
/ break /
Karin is collapsed on one of the circle-seats in the main room of the pod, finger shaped bruises encircle her neck in a charming fashion, almost like a necklace, or more appropriately, a choker. Sasuke almost smiles at the thought.
He nears her, plasma gun in hand, in case things get difficult, though he wants to take his time. He wants to punish her for making him suffer and also punish her for having too easy a way out.
She feels his presence and starts, a fearful look in her eyes. Sasuke? Are you feeling well, do you need medical assistance? She recognizes that something's changed, shifted; that she's no longer safe.
She tries to seem useful to him, she senses that she's about to expire. In the end it's all futile.
He grabs her suddenly, his fingers fitting perfectly into those bruises and squeezing hard, he felt her throat collapse within his grasp. She lets out a strangled moan, out her nose a small trickle of blood wets her upper lip, slowly making its way down the contours of her mouth and down her chin and over his hand. Her nails dig into his flesh and pierce it, goring her fingers and her nails, in their frantic actions, actually scrape against the bones of the back of his hand.
He snarls and with his other hand grabs the back of her neck to free his wounded hand, with that hand he grabs onto the front of her neck and with great force, his fingers rip into her throat. He closes them, feeling the soft wetness of her trachea get demolished by his hand, her neck bones scrape against his hand. He was surprised how easy it was to just break through.
Her eyes are wide and tear-filled with agony, pupils dilated to the extreme as her now useless adrenaline rushed in; her sclera filled with red, her eyes tried to see, but with the loss of oxygen, her vision is now blurred to the point of blindness.
Her leg kicks out wildly and somehow lands a blow to his groin. He gasps and his hand rips out, taking most of her through out of her. His knees join together and he feels the pain go into his stomach, making him dizzy and nauseous.
She falls, hands going to her throat and pressing deep, trying to stop her bleeding, but it's an obvious failure the wound is too deep to stop by simply applying pressure.
He looks at her for a while, faintly moved by the fact that he's actually killed someone. She convulses on the floor, not accepting that she's dying and fighting to keep living.
With her throat spayed out so nicely, Sasuke couldn't help but smile. Her eyes are blank and staring, fixed at something on the ceiling, Sasuke looks up, wondering if there's something there. But there isn't.
He gets down on his knees and rips a hole in the middle of her tunic, where it's covering her stomach. Her belly is smooth and soft looking. He strokes it lightly, and then with his nails gouges it; meeting considerable resistance before it gives way and he has a handful of guts. So warm, they're so warm that steam emits out, smelling richly of copper and something else that Sasuke cannot identify; something sweeter than he would have thought belonged in there.
He begins by shoving his arm in and up as deep as it would go, his skin scraping against moist bone and rupturing her stomach and lungs. His hand finally makes its way into something small and wet, somewhat hard, too.
Her heart.
He encloses it with his fist and squeezes, pulling his arm out, heart still in hand. With a sick squelch his hand frees itself from her stomach, heart in hand.
He brings her heart tentatively to his lips.
/ break /
A loud beeping awakes Sasuke; he opens his eyes with a start and leans over the metal seat, hand at his stomach and begins to retch. He ate too much uncooked meat and blood and viscera.
His eyes groggily search out the origin of the intrusive beeping. Then they widen, alert and excited. Out the tiny window he sees a green and blue sphere accompanied by a far smaller white one.
He looks at the obscenely open body on the floor, stomach ripped apart and organs gone, it now being almost completely empty save for the ribs that poke out. He looks back at Earth; he briefly calculates the distance and just how long it'll take him to finally return home.
He almost sighs in relief when he realizes that he has enough time to jettison the body and get rid of the awful evidence.
In motion, he thinks about all the things that he loves about Earth. First and foremost is Naruto. Then, oddly enough, is the sunshine that filters down from the atmosphere to warm his skin. Then it's freshly picket tomatoes. And lastly, Naruto. It's all Naruto. Sasuke is infinitely happy that he finally gets to see him, after so many years.
He gathers all the remaining waste: her entrails, part of her stomach, and her two lungs, and shoves them into the waste bay. He watches as the very few space creatures that live this close to Earth venture out feed. He knows that this close to mankind, meaning mankind's weapons, not many of them linger here. Only the masochists remain.
/ break /
Naruto looks up briefly and then does a double take.
He'd seen a falling star. He couldn't help but hoe that it was Sasuke's ship, homeward bound.
/ break /
Sasuke's ship rattled, it shook violently, the Earth's atmosphere being almost too much for the tiny pod to handle.
He quickly runs to the nearest seat and straps himself in; he might not survive the impact otherwise.
He briefly wonders which continent he'll land in. The he realizes it doesn't matter, there're countless portals in every nation, and as soon as he lands he'll be safely transported home.
He pod's mechanisms begin to creak as he enters the forceful pull of gravity; they begin to beep slowly, monitoring his descent to terra firma.
He looks out the tiny window. He could see the faint yellowish outline of Africa.
He'd been to Africa once before.
A bird smacks against the window, snapping him from his thoughts.
He pulls one of the controlling panels closer to him, seeing how close he was to land caused his heart to beat faster; he is almost home.
He switches on the manual control and begins to pilot the pod, banking left to avoiding a flock of birds.
The pod rattles harder, its loose instruments making clattering sounds, but Sasuke tunes them all out, his only focus is now landing. Nothing will distract him now, not the things he's seen in this mission, or the things he has done.
He's only a mile away now; he imagines he can almost taste the salty air from the coast.
With one hand he reaches for the crash-land jacket; he growls, he has to unman the controls in order to yank it on. The pod gives a violent lurch, for two seconds going into freefall. Sasuke's hands settle into the controls once again and the cabin falls again into its usual controlled rattling.
Quarter of a mile left.
He scans the area and selects the best place to land. He's at the very north of Morocco. There's a lonely strip of shore near and he angles the pod to land there.
He begins to get giddy with excitement.
/ break /
Naruto hears a frantic knocking on his front door.
He sighs; he doesn't have time for Sakura's constant pestering. He's told her several times that he doesn't want her lectures about which clubs may or may not be healthy for the state of his mind.
Sakura, I fucking told you stay off my— He's about to say something nasty, something horrible to drive her away completely, but stops.
Sasuke, a little breathless, but it's Sasuke! His Sasuke, he's back!
They both stare at each other, neither quite believing what they are seeing.
Sas— Sasuke! Naruto exclaims, reaching out to touch Sasuke, to verify his existence.
Sasuke wastes no words and hauls Naruto to him, arms wrapping around his waist. Naruto's arms go around Sasuke's neck.
They kiss.
/ break /
.epilogue.
We, the Council of Media of the New World, are terribly grieved to inform you that the crew aboard the Valiant has perished. The families of our fallen heroes have our deepest condolences—
Naruto stares at the screen dully. He refuses to believe. So he switches the channel.
Amidst the wreckage we found one body, dental records verify that the body belongs to Sasuke Uchiha—
Naruto's mouth parts slightly and a hopeless gasp drips out.
part_2/end.
End notes:
I considered ending it at 'They kiss.'.
But I so fell in love with the original idea. However if the reader wishes it had ended there, then that's fine. Ignore the epilogue. Think of it as an alternative ending.
Thank you for reading.
Please do review; I'd like to know what you've though of my little story.