Chapter 1
Hiya! Hime-sama is here with a new chappie! It has been brought to my attention that in the prologue I said that dear Sasu-chan has blond hair (thank you to Cassandra). Well, guess what, when I first started writing this fic, it was a story with my original characters. The main, that is now Sasu-chan, was a blond haired boy. Unfortunately, it appears that I've failed at changing it. So, please note that his hair is actually the normal blue-black, exactly like in the anime or manga. I also saw that the line breaks I put in didn't work so to separate A/N, I'm going to put ***. Oh, and I'm going to try updating every Wednesday, if not soon (I hope).
This part is important so…READ THIS! This means thought. This is to exaggerate words. "This" is past. 'This' is talking in past.
Warning! This will be a yaoi between Naruto and Sasuke (NARUSASU) and there will be bloody scenes. There will also be a rape scene in this chapter. If you don't like or you are too young, please click on the little arrow on the upper left corner to go back to your previous page. Also, the characters are incredibly OOC, after all this is in another universe.
Disclaimer: *sigh* I still do NOT own
To more fun subjects, while I was writing this my bff and co-author IAMNUMBERFOURISAWESOME came to my house and she is going to host here. Yay!
IAMNUMBERFOURISAWESOME: I am number four is awesome!
Hime-sama: yea, yea, we get it.
Now, to the story!
Streaks of sunlight entered the room through dusty curtains. They showcased Sasuke's wounds like a beam of light shining upon a lone star in a dark, empty night. The room was completely white, so white in fact that it was almost blinding. However, the sweet songs of birds that fluttered in the air, gave the room that witnessed so much, a calm and peaceful feeling. Tired eyes opened to welcome the scene before them. This scene of a room filled with so many bad memories.
"Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Seconds later, the tears that were once not heard, transformed into screaming sobs when the pain of multiple bloody cracks from the whip connecting with his skin, coursed through his body."
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to forget the memories that he knew would scar him longer than any wound.
A few moments passed and he decided he should get up. Weak arms then began to lift their injured body. Shaking under the weight of the quite skinny child, his arms were then accompanied by shaky legs and soon, Sasuke was making his way to the bathroom.
His bathroom was not at all like his mother's, with lavish furnishing and was completely clean. His was quite the opposite actually. With dirty white tiles as his floor, a rusty faucet on the left wall as his sink, a dreadful toilet and a shower head on his right wall as his, well, his shower.
As Sasuke entered, he gripped the ledge of the sink and closed his eyes; afraid to look at the mirror he knew would always be there to torment him. This mirror was placed in this room by his mother. It was also, probably the most decent thing in this room because although it was a very simple design; a large oval glass piece and a white boarder with legs to hold up the whole thing, it was much better everything else. His mother had once told him that he needed to see what the world saw of him. She had said that he needed to face the truth and look at just how worthless he was. And she was right, in his eyes.
Remembering this, he glanced at himself in the mirror, only to regret it and divert his gaze. Sasuke inhaled and hesitantly looked at his reflection once more, slightly ambivalent about how sad he looked.
He stared at himself with sullen eyes, taking in every detail of his terribly maltreated body. Most people would say that he was somewhat androgynous. Though, he had to admit, because of his pale complexion, heart shaped face, and his wide onyx eye, he did look like a girl. The only thing that probably kept him from getting hit on by guys is the fact that his hair is short but none the less as soft a rose petal on its first day of bloom. It's simply illogical that one could be blessed with such a beautiful face yet cursed with such an ugly past; and present for that matter. Fortunately for Sasuke, he was always able to hide his past, for every bad memory could only be seen on his body. Every scar had a story. He then recalled the most terrifying scar, one on his back invisible to his eyes. This scar held the story of his darkest days.
"Sasuke sat in his room, saying his prayer, like he had been doing ever since he learned how to pray. The moonlight shined upon his figure, making him look like an angel.
'You…' whispered a sinister voice. 'If you weren't born I would be at home, with my real family!' the voice, his mother screamed insane. 'Now I'm stuck with you and the ghost of your father, a murderer!'
The woman pushed Sasuke to the ground and ripped off his shirt, stabbing the knife into the young back, dragging it in strange patterns. Blood rushed out of the gashes in streams and fell upon the white furniture like red rose petals on fresh snow. Sasuke's face was scrunched up in pain and screams ricocheted off the walls.
A few agonising moments passed and the woman had a crazy smile on her face as she held the bloodstained knife and looked at what she had done. Blood dripped off her other hand and was completely covered with it. It was as if she wore a glistening red glove. Her apron was drenched in blood and as she stood up, the crimson liquid dripped down from it.
'Now everyone will see that you are unwanted. After all, they will see it written on your back'"
Sasuke shook, remembering the pain this mark had brought. He was only seven during the time and soon after that, his mother began to starve him, resulting in a malnourished body.
He looked at himself one last time. Sasuke eyed his dishevelled hair, the dark bags under his dreary eyes, his boney body and most of all, his scars. There were so many of them. He couldn't believe that each told a story. With that thought, he stepped into the shower.
Rain-like water fell from the shower head, glossing Sasuke's raven hair with a wet shiny look and flattening it, making him look even more feminine. Drops of water lingered on his long, thick eyelashes. Sasuke closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of water washing away the filth on his body, cleansing his soul of the pain. A dead silence filled the room as the last of the water, contaminated with his blood, disappeared down the drain.
Getting dressed into his normal black leggings and navy blue sweater with arms hanging long enough to cover his hands, his morning routine was disturbed with an ear-splitting scream. Upon hearing this, he realised that if he stayed any longer, he would get a repeat of last night. Eyes widening in fear he ran to his room and scrambled out his window and jogged to school.
When he arrived, everything was the same. The jocks tried to trip him, he watched the strange boy that was in that group of jocks, he would eat alone at lunch and he would listen to the girls behind him talking about the incident. It was because of this incident that everyone treated this way. It was during gym…
"Sasuke turned to his locker and took his shirt off, about to change into his gym cloths, when he heard one of his classmates say, 'what the hell is that?'
He turned around remembering the scar. Silence filled the room, suffocating Sasuke as he turned around and finished changing."
Ever since then, everyone treated him like his mother showed him he was, unwanted.
The last bell rang, signalling the end of school. Sasuke raced out of the school grounds, as fast as his injured body would let him, wanting to get to his favourite place; the park. He sat in the shadow of one the trees, watching the children play. Shifting in a comfortable position, he drifted off to sleep.
The shuffling of bushes pried Sasuke away from his slumber. His eyes snapped open and he prepared to run, that's when a figure stepped out from the shadows.
"Aw, don't be like that." A teasing voice said.
Sasuke backed away, only to find himself falling to the ground, terrified. He looked up at the face of his attacker and recognized him as Neji, one of the jocks. The boy in front of him, now known a Neji, pulled a pocket knife from his jersey pushed his knees apart, using his foot.
"Don't be scared. It won't hurt that much." He said positioning himself between Sasuke's trembling legs and then dragging the knife down his sweater, cutting it open; he threw the knife away. "Look at all these scars, it's a good thing you don't wear under shirts," Neji's hands roamed on Sasuke's torso, gently tracing every scar fed to his hungry eyes.
"Please stop…" Sasuke whispered.
"You want me to stop?" Neji asked, "Well then, I guess I have to be rougher, then."
Neji pulled Sasuke's arm and his body fell to the ground, facing him in the doggy style position. Right in Sasuke's face, Neji's dick sprung free from constrains of his jeans.
"Suck." Neji demanded. And when Sasuke failed to comply, he shoved his cock down Sasuke's throat.
A gagging noise came from Sasuke as Neji continued to thrust into his mouth. Neji moaned. He lifted Sasuke away from his dick and took a nipple into his mouth, biting it. A scream erupted from Sasuke and he arched his back in unwanted pleasure. Neji smirked and pinched Sasuke's dick, still hidden beneath his black leggings. After abusing Sasuke's nipple, Neji went down, sucking and biting every piece of flesh possible. Every now and then, Sasuke would wince and gasp when Neji bit to hard, drawing blood. Then, Neji dipped his wet tongue in Sasuke's navel. Sasuke shivered.
Ripping off Sasuke's pants in one violent movement, Neji decided that he had played for too long, positioning himself, he thrust into Sasuke, dry and unprepared. While Sasuke screamed and tried to move away, Neji just closed his eyes, enjoying the tight heat of Sasuke's ass. With Sasuke on his lap, Neji thrust at his own pace into Sasuke's bleeding asshole. Tears fell from Sasuke's eyes. With every thrust, he could feel pain shooting up his spine. Pulling out of the tight heat, Neji lets Sasuke's body fall to the ground, he lifts one of Sasuke's legs in the air and sits on the other, thrusting deeper into that hole.
Suddenly, a rush of pleasure ran through Sasuke's body when that was hit. Hearing Sasuke's small moan, Neji changed his angle, annoyed that Sasuke still found pleasure in their activity. A groan of disappointment left Sasuke's lips,
"I will make sure you don't enjoy yourself." Neji growled, moving them into a doggy style.
Pulling out, he watched as blood trickled out of the ass and dripped off of Sasuke's balls. Neji smiled. He gripped Sasuke's balls in a painful hold and tugged.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Sasuke asked, bewildered.
Neji replied with a strong slap to the ass in front of him and pulled on the weeping, purplish cock, hanging between Sasuke's legs.
"No! Stop!" Sasuke yelled, looking up at Neji's eyes, as white as snow and as evil as the devil himself.
In a trance, he looked up at Neji and listened to him talking, "no one will save you now. God will fall this time." Neji sounded different, as if he were possessed.
All of a sudden the pulling disappeared. Sasuke turned around to see Neji unconscious against a tree with the strange boy Sasuke always watched, in front of him. The boy had hair like the sun, so… yellow. It had a healthy shine to it and looked as soft as his. He wore a simple orange t-shirt and blue jeans.
"Father! How could you do such a thing! You may be Satan but that doesn't mean you can do this!" the blonde said.
Black smoke flew out of Neji's eyes and mouth, his head rolled to the side. A ghostly figure formed from the smoke. The figure looked so much like the boy that saved him; however, the features of the devil were embedded in his body, the black wings tipped with sharp horns and the blood red eyes that turned to look at him. Petrified, Sasuke sat there; completely unaware that he was still bare before these strange people.
"Fine, I'll let him go this time." With that the figure dispersed.
Sasuke watched as the blond boy walked to where he sat.
"Are you ok?" he asked
Looking into the eyes of this person, he realized that they were the exact same pair of eyes that Satan, the enemy of god, had.
"Demon!"
...
As the figure was drifting off to his palace, hell, a bellowing voice called out to him, "don't you see Minato? This is the end of you. Your son is so soft. Or should I call you Satan now?"
"Shut up! At least my son has a father of the same kind! Unlike yours that doesn't have human father! He only has you, one that isn't even by blood! After all, you're only a spirit." Satan or Minato yelled.
"You wouldn't understand the process of my having children anyways." The voice replied.
As the devil was about to fight back he realised that the spirit was gone.
"Hmpf"
Well? Did you guys like it? Oh and I'm sorry to all those that like Neji!
If there are those who are confused about how Sasuke is God's child, I used the same process as what happened to our Lord Jesus Christ. For those who don't know you're going to have to figure out. ^^
I have a bad feeling that this chapter was really choppy and repetitive. Can you all help me and give me advice on how I can make it smoother and less repetitive? Or if you think it is not what I think please tell me!
Please R&R!