A/N: Yay! More chapters! Btw, this fic will be ending in about three to four chapters, ne? After that…my work will be done! You all go read Yaoifan01's "Hitman" then. Well…you can read it while you're reading this….or after…hey whatever. Just read it. Cuz it's really good.

This chapter will be about Itachi and Kisame's time in Alcatraz (the entire time; one year) and Sasuke and his new um…acquaintance. If I don't want to write the entire Alcatraz scene, I'll make it two chapters. You'll know by the end of this chapter!

TEN

Itachi awoke on the cold cement, rusted bars in front of him, a cot to the side of him, a toilet on his other side, and a man behind him. "Hey you woke up." he said, as the sixteen-year old picked himself up. He no longer found his body covered in the usual black shirt, leather trench coat, dark blue jeans, and combat boots. In its place, were the stereotypical orange pants and shirt. No shoes. Fuck...San Fran. This had better be worth my time he thought. "You're not from around here…are you?" the man said behind him, grinning.

"Hn. By the sounds of it, it looks like you aren't either" the gun-master retorted.

He scoffed. "Name's Red." he was in his thirties and his accent was of the Midwest. "And if you want to survive…you'd better follow, kid. Cuz we got plans for ya."

"Hn." The Uchiha replied back.

In an instant, Red slammed Itachi up against the bars and whispered harshly, "So you'd better get rid of that fucking attitude, kid."

Just then, the sixteen-year old went into attack-mode. "Don't." he started off small and dangerous "Fucking" his voice rose quickly "TOUCH ME!" The gun-master used the bars to support his weight, his arms keeping him in suspension. He picked himself up and in a millisecond, forced all his energy to his feet and into the 30-year old. His body crashed into the concrete wall, cracking it. Itachi heard his prey's left arm dislocate and two ribs breaking. Music to his ears…well…amateur music. The raven-haired killer flew at the man, landing a blow to his victim's face, an elbow in his ribcage, and a knee in his jewels.

Itachi regained control over himself and looked down upon Red in pain. "Next time…I'll kill you."

xxxx

The second Kisame heard a teen yelling, a wall breaking, and an old man screaming was the second he thought, Ah fuck. Someone just touched Itachi. Here we go. But he let go of the thought and looked on his own problems.

One, he had no booze. Two, there was a scrawny-ass wimp that he had to live with for the next year or so. He didn't even have to beat the man for the cot. He just…gave it to him; which was sweet for the moment…but Kisame reeealy wanted to beat something up. He thought better of himself and decided to save it for later.

Once he heard where Itachi was, Kisame could pinpoint the near-exact location of his jail cell. One thing about Kisame…never underestimate him. He might have been a complete drunk, thief, and a horny bastard…but he could hack a Swiss Bank account in less than 120 seconds. All he needed was information.

xxxx

He didn't even know how much time had passed since his fight with Red. All he had to listen to was the sounds of clamor from other inmates. And this was exactly what he was expecting. Great. I get to listen to this for another year or so until I break out. He thought, rolling his eyes.

We need to kill. Make it fun. His voice proclaimed, still in a soft tone. Itachi thought he was just imagining stuff and dismissed the thought.

Another 15 minuets passed the clock and the killer fell into sleep.

"Nii-san!" young Itachi ran into his older brother's room, tears streaming down his face.

"What's wrong?" Shisui sat up, groggily wiping his eyes from dust.

"Mother…she…she"

"Go back to sleep. Mother has been up all night tending to my wounds. She couldn't have possibly done anything to you." Shisui said, pointing to his sleeping mother in a chair across his room.

"No you don't understand! Please believe me! Nii-san!" he cried out.

Shisui clamped a hand over his younger brother's mouth. "Shut up and go back to sleep. You probably just had a nightmare. Now do not talk anymore and get out of my room." Authority was in his voice where there had once been kindness and understanding. Itachi would have none of this. He couldn't believe that his own brother didn't even listen to him. Had he been brainwashed by his parents too? Why shouldn't he…the rest of his family was. Everyone hated him.

The killer woke up to the sound of metal, rusted bars rubbing against each other. The cells were opening. To the rest of the inmates, it was an alarm, telling them 'shit's about to fly'. Red, on the ground, shot up with a crazed fear in his eyes. "The Hounds."

Itachi scoffed. Dogs? That's all? But he thought blindly, lying back down on the cot. They'll have to do better than that to beat me.

Hounds. Notice the capitalization in the word. Hounds were scary-ass, dog-like demons. Because of their superior ability to keep their shape and form, unlike us humans which evolve every 10,000 years, they were able to hold their shape when demon cells invaded their body. Thus, Hounds were born with special qualities. One, their skin was like 10 layers of Kevlar and hid a lot of muscle because of their scale-like skin. Two, because of their massive muscles, they were able to move fast to catch their prey. Three, they had red eyes that could see ever color, every detail, every movement…perfectly. How they attacked people was by their keen sense of fear and fear alone.

So how did one control a Hound? The only part where their skin was weak was in the back of their neck. True, it was hard to get there, but the trick was keeping them stable throughout the entire process of their lives. A tranquilizer made especially for Hounds was injected in them at night for a full eight hours, during the time; they were kept in cages behind a titanium door with seven locks. And during the time when they were awake, they were given a control drug that matched their keeper's DNA. So whatever the guard ordered, no matter the distance, the Hounds would follow.

So back to the fic; the 'alarm' woke the entire prison and gave them about…a two second head start; of which all of them took it, except for three people; Itachi, Kisame, and another. 78 grown men screamed in terror, some running for their lives, while some franticly tried to close their cell doors. Of course they wouldn't budge…but by that time…they were dead. Three Hounds were released on each floor of the cells. Of course, some cells weren't occupied by humans. The Hounds knew which cells to not break and entering.

The inmates had tried everything from beating the Hounds, which seldom worked, to bribing them with another fellow inmate. None had calmed the Hounds. Of the total years that Alcatraz had re-opened…263 inmates had died from the hellish dogs. It was both a way of keeping the inmates in line and to a minimum, and entertainment. After all…an entire day of keeping the inmate quiet, beatings, and a dinner consisting of 81 bodies got tiring after a while. Why not watch some of their heads and limbs get torn off?

xxxx

"You ready to roll, Anko?" a man said, popping his head from the side of the other inmate's cell.

"Yeah, just a sec." she replied, putting on a pair of boots that she had stolen a couple years back.

"For being the only girl in this damned hell hole…you sure do act like a guy." he raised a brow.

"Heh. Hell, someone's gotta take care of these puppies." she replied back to the man.

"Yeah but that was only after Kai died." he said without a second thought.

Anko shot him a death glare. "Don't. Say. His name."

The other bit his lip. "Sorry…I-"

"Let's get the hell outta here. I have some demon ass to kick." she said, shrugging off the entire ordeal.

"So how long have you been here?" the male asked, sitting down beside his crush.

"I've been here for about 2 months." the girl said, meeting her newest comrade in war. "Anko."

"Kai." he replied back with a smile.

"It's kinda funny, actually. I had expected to get raped here, being 13 and all. But after kicking that demons ass…I think a few of the elders respect me."

"Huh. Yeah I was there too. I didn't expect you to beat it down so hard, actually. I heard a few of the guards saying that he didn't want another demon fight." then the fifteen-year old leaned close to her ear and whispered, "They said it was too much money for a demon."

Both teens exploded into laughter.

The inmates loved each other and knew they had to keep it a secret in order to protect one another. If word reached that an inmate was dating another…that was a weakness. One would die the next day. Alcatraz was meant for suffer. Not love. They even kept it a secret from themselves.

xxxx

The Hound snapped at Itachi's heels at the edge of the cot. He simply glared at it, but it wasn't that stupid. The Hound was angered and flew at Itachi, going for his eyes. The killer moved in a flash across the room, not even looking back to see that the cot had flipped over on the dog. The Hound got up and snarled at Itachi, running for him.

And then…in a second, the sixteen-year old gun-master, Itachi ducked down under the diving dog and flipped it over the railing of the third floor. The dog snapped its back on the second floor railing and landed in a 20 degree angle on hits head. The greater the weight the more damage it causes. Hn. Damn dog. Itachi scoffed. But the Hound wasn't done with Itachi…not yet. It shook its body and crouched down, putting pressure on its hind legs. With one swift movement, the Hound leaped, using the second railing as an added push to the third floor where Itachi was waiting.

At first he just wanted to punch the hell out of the dog, but the sixteen-year old was pushed down by another body, who aimed where he had never thought of. Its heart.

"Punching them in the face isn't going to do anything." the female said. He had half-expected her to give her hand so he could get up, but she just kept beating the Hound that kept jumping up. "They really don't have any brain other than to kill." she stressed her last word as she roundhouse kicked the dog to the ground once more.

The killer studied his new…acquaintance. She was about his height, short brown hair that was held back by the orange bandana that she had obviously hand crafted out of her own shirt. She also had made her orange pants into shorts that showed off her lean legs. And the long-sleeved shirt was made into a short-sleeved one. The girl looked like quite the fighter.

"GO BACK TO HELL, HALF-BREED!" she shouted, as she made her final blow with yet another roundhouse kick. Was that all she knew? Itachi wondered the same thing. But it worked because the dog no longer made any attempts to move. "Stupid creature." she muttered, turning around to see the male standing in front of her. "Anko, 15." she said, holding out a hand.

Itachi looked at the piece of extended flesh that was in front of him and then looked back at the girl, ignoring the hand. "Itachi, 16." Why was he doing this? Giving his name out to a stranger? Least of all, a girl! And his age?! WHAT!?

"Well, I gotta go. There are more Hounds out there. Catch you in the cages." Anko said, before running past him.

Cages? Itachi looked at the girl in confusion. "Yo! Itachi!" Kisame had found him. "These Hounds are pretty freaky eh? I figured out that they're actually-"

"Half-demons." his partner finished.

Damn it all! Why can't he ever let me finish a single fucking sentence?! Kisame thought wildly. "We better find a way to kill them. And fast." he added.

"There is no fast. You have to beat them in a certain spot for a long-ass time before they get tired. I don't think there is a way to kill these fucking bastards." Itachi sighed, jumping off the third rail, landing in a crouch position on the first floor. Mistake.

He looked around on the first floor. No prisoners were kept on the first floor. In every jail cell, in every single god-damn fucking one of them…there was a full-fledged demon. No wonder the Hound kept jumping back up to the third floor. "ITACHI! GET OUT OF THERE!" a female yelled, panicking. The demons were aroused by the new blood, rushing back and forth of their joint cells. One jail cell was not enough. They had to be kept in two cells that had been joined together.

"Kill him! I want his blood!" one said, joined by all the other demons roars.

It was the most terrifying sound that anyone could ever imagine. Itachi felt his blood freeze. The prison was silent after that. No one dared make a move. Not even the Hounds. The demons were out for blood. Had it not been for their re-enforced chains and the fact that they were all on tranquilizers, they would have broken out of their cells.

"GET THE HELL UP HERE, FUCKER!" Anko ordered. Itachi's spell was broken and he immediately got the hell out of the demon pit. He met with the girl's angry remarks. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!" For a split second Itachi actually thought that she was caring about him. "YOU'RE GONNA GET EVERYONE KILLED!"

Itachi's cold, hard glare came back to life in his dark eyes. "Do you think I care about everyone else here?" he asked, the question, rhetorical.

Anko only gave the Uchiha his own reflection. "Neither do I. But I have to survive somehow. If everyone here is dead except for yourself, you would be GODDAMN SCARED TOO!" she yelled, her echo bouncing off the silent prison walls. "Demons aren't dogs, Uchiha. They listen to no one. They broke loose once…I'm NOT about to let it happen again."

"I want his blood! His blood is MINE!" the demon screamed, tearing Kai's shoulder flesh away. "Wonderful, warm, delicious blood." the creature relished in the boy's flesh in its mouth. "Just how I like it. Vulnerable, lovely."

"Go!" the man yelled, as he protected the girl from Hounds upon Hounds upon demons. "Get the hell out of here!" he added when he got the chance.

Anko had tears streaming down her dirty porcelain face as she whispered his name, "Kai."

Demons were flying all over the place. The place was a bloodbath with only three inmates surviving, one of them about to be dead. Hounds threw themselves upon prisoners and demons alike. "DAMN YOU! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" she screamed, backing up "DAMN YOU KAI FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU!" Anko turned and ran as fast as she could to the darkest corner she could find.

The gun-master waited for an answer, yet nothing came. He scoffed, "You aren't worth my time."

Anko stood her ground, clenching her fists as the boy turned and walked away from her. "NEITHER ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed. "You won't survive like this. Not in this prison" she said quietly.

Fun-time with the hounds was over. They had been called by their masters and were taken away to their cages behind the titanium doors. The inmates were shooed away to their cells, the sound of about 540 metal bars rubbing against each other, creating the better effect of the hell hole. Itachi was back on the cot, sitting still for a couple of seconds.

In a few moments, hours, seconds, minuets, he didn't know…the gun-master's jail cell door opened. "You're coming with us, Uchiha." it was an inmate. The whole 'you get to stay in a jail cell for the rest of your life' thing didn't work for Alcatraz.

Itachi stared in confusion, but was only met with the same consistent stare from his fellow inmates, which gave him no answer. "Why should I come with you?!" he snapped.

"ANKO!" the man called over. Again the same annoying female that Itachi had met with was standing in front of him, giving him a look that said, 'I'm better than you'

"What the hell do you want?" the Uchiha glared.

"You're coming with us. We have something to show you." the girl said. Itachi was intrigued and decided to play along, raising an eyebrow. "There's no joking now, Uchiha." she spat.

Itachi got up, lazily, giving off the 'Ok fine. What is it?' energy. It goes without question…he didn't take it as serious as he would have when he reached his destination.

The cages were set off from the rest of the building. It was an arena that looked ancient. There was no electricity because of demons' strong electromagnetic field around themselves, so they used fire. In the middle of the arena, there was a skylight in the shape of a crescent moon. It was night. On the ground there were chains that were imbedded within the concrete and there were four massive pillars that went all the way up to the ceiling. On the pillars there were again, chains that were attached to the rock. And surrounding the arena…were eight demons on the first floor, and empty jail cells on the second floor.

"Welcome to the cages." Anko said, receiving demon cries from all over the place. "And initiation." she added. She turned to another man, opening her mouth to speak.

"He's right here, Anko. No worries." he said, letting go of the twenty-year old Kisame.

"Kisame!" Itachi hissed though his teeth.

Kisame looked back with not a care in his eyes, "What?"

The gun-master scoffed and didn't speak to his partner. "Enough talk!" a man said, standing up in front of the crowd that had been reduced slightly since the Hounds had left. "We all know who this is, don't we?" he paused, "Uchiha Itachi." murmurs were exchanged throughout the small crowd while Itachi just rolled his eyes. "And his side-kick Hoshigaki Kisame." Kisame did the same as his partner.

It was a while until Itachi actually looked at the cages. They were huge cells, containing larger, more experienced demons. He locked eyes with one particular demon. They made a mental connection and the demon went wild. "SEAL THE DOORS!" Anko ordered, large titanium doors being locked. The entire crowd went upstairs to safety in the other cells that were not occupied and locked it. Well…except for Anko.

She spoke to the demon in its own tongue. "If you kill him like you did Kai, there will be blood to pay." she said.

"This is initiation. And I would not dare cross you again, Mistress Anko." it spoke back. She opened the door and the demon rushed out, striking, immediately sending him to a pillar. The teen countered the attack and pushed back on pillar, coming at the demon with killer instinct. He hadn't gotten physical fighting down very well and that cost him. He landed on the ground, the demon moving fast towards Kisame.

The older man, however, was pretty damn good in fist-fighting. You could say…he had arms made of steel. Kisame landed a blow in the demon's face, but he only stumbled back a couple steps. Kisame was pissed. He threw another punch, only to get a reaction that did not satisfy him. The demon stumbled back, eight steps. He could have sworn that he had increased his punch by at least a ten-fold. Now Kisame was pissed off. The man exploded into a round of fists of anger, roundhouse kicks, elbow jabs, and his own 'whammies'.

Itachi had already gotten up, wiped the blood off the corner of his lips, and was already running towards the demon, joining Kisame in their fight for survival.

He was good. They were good. And the inmates knew that. By the time that the creature was done with the two n00bs, it was on the ground and the victors stood, heaving in huge intakes of the polluted oxygen. This wasn't normal. The demon was supposed to CRACK them. And it didn't even get a chance to fight.

The arena was silent. "Damn." Anko breathed out.

xxxx

"Where is he? He hasn't been here in two weeks." the boy demanded.

"I don't think I need to tell you" Orochimaru said, with a smile on his face.

Sasuke slammed both his palms on the desk. "WHERE IS HE, FUCKER!?" there was an intense, low growl hidden within his voice. He meant business. "Tell. Me. Now."

That's it Sasuke-kun. Show me how dark your heart can be. Orochimaru thought, still smiling. He whispered, "You'd better get out of my face before something bad happens to your pretty little face."

"I need to know." he kept his position and was ready for a blow to his face, bracing his feet.

The older man sighed and sat back in his swivel-chair. "No."

Of course, Orochimaru would never hit Sasuke. He was too valuable to him. But that didn't change Sasuke. If he did anything to make anyone angry…he knew he would pay for it. It happened his entire life. He stood up for himself and he got hit. To make sure that he didn't fall backwards and get raped, he braced his lower legs and feet. It was an instant reflex.

Of fuck this shit. Sasuke thought with rage, taking his newest kimono with ease, falling to the ground he reached for his master's pants. "You will tell me where he is."

The prostitute fumbled with his master's belt before engulfing his length within his own mouth. Orochimaru groaned in delight, he bucked his hips, forcing himself to invade Sasuke's throat. His pet gagged a little but got over it and put more effort into his suckles. Manipulating his tongue, Sasuke wrapped the muscle around Orochimaru's dick, nipping slightly at his tip.

"Sasuke-kun, you really do want to know where he is." Orochimaru teased, chuckling softly.

Shut up and let me do my work! Sasuke thought furiously, sucking harder, making his master moan louder. "Get up." he commanded.

The raven-haired prostitute pulled away from the older man's cock, standing in nothing but his skin in front of Orochimaru. He thought as if he was being judged like a dog. Orochimaru probed him, pulling his arms, and flexing his thighs. "You know Sasuke-kun, this is the first time I actually examined you." the man said, grabbing his victim's ass, feeling the firmness of it. His hands moved downwards as Orochimaru crouched, smoothing his palms over Sasuke's inner thighs. He smirked, noticing his pet's half-lidded eyes twitching and an erection growing.

The master moved Sasuke up near a wall, turning the boy's back to him. His pale hands trailed down the prostitute's lean back muscles before resting his hands on his backside. Orochimaru pressed himself against Sasuke, his own erection prodding Sasuke's ass, he whispered hotly "Alcatraz"

Orochimaru thrust inside Sasuke's entrance, pulling his cheeks apart with his hands. Sasuke bit his tongue as his master pounded hell into his body. The older man moaned into his actions as they slowly moved from the wall to Orochimaru's desk, lying half of Sasuke's body down. "Say my name"

"Or-o-chi-maru" Sasuke managed to get out, pain stating to overwhelm him. "sa-ma"

Orochimaru stopped. "You will call me master!" he thrust as hard as his possible could upon his last word. Sasuke dare not let Orochimaru see the tears that was falling onto his paperwork. "SAY IT!" the man demanded.

Sasuke could not refuse. This man was his future to survive in this cruel world. He had to find Itachi. "MASTER!" Sasuke screamed, obviously in pain.

"Master what?" Orochimaru snapped.

Sasuke swallowed his pride. "Fuck me harder, master."

Orochimaru grinned wildly. "Louder"

The raven-haired had no other choice than to comply. "I said, FUCK ME HARDER, MASTER!"

The man pounded hell once again into Sasuke ruthlessly. He wanted to break Sasuke. And he would accomplish his goal as his seed poured into Sasuke as his moaned loudly. "Get off my desk, Sasuke-kun." he said, pulling out of Sasuke.

"Yes, master." the boy got off the desk as commanded.

"On the floor. Kneel." he said, almost like Itachi would had said.

"Yes, master." Sasuke said.

"Clean. Now." Orochimaru said cruelly.

"Yes, master." Sasuke said, licking his master clean, watching him put back his clothes on. Orochimaru threw the kimono over to his pet. He put it on and walked out of the office. Alcatraz. That's where he is. And I'll never go there.

"You're not stepping one foot out of this building." Orochimaru said.

"I know." Sasuke said, tears already rolling down his face. "Orochimaru"

A/N: I know that I've been gone for quite some time. But think of this as a nice little… Halloween gift.