A/N: This chapter makes up most of Iruka's time for Part II. I need one good chapter of Iruka torture, and then you get almost strictly Kakashi's point of view until midway through Chapter 10. Iruka will break in a little about Chapter 7, but nothing between now and then. It'll be almost all Kakashi after this. Plot just dictates this chapter as Iruka since Kakashi can only know so much and the effect of this is important.

It was so hard to write. I'm not kidding. I seriously think Kakashi is going to come murder me in my sleep for doing this. It was painful to write, and I was in tears, but it had to be done. So, disclaimer, this chapter is some very graphic and humiliating torture for Iruka-kun. If you can't handle it, I suggest you not read it.

Finally, I got this torture by looking up real methods of torture. This has been done to people, and so much worse, and recently. It makes me physically ill to think about someone else really doing this to another human being. This is not intended to make light of or make fun of the horrible things these people went through. I want this to be horrible, so that people realize it is and it doesn't happen again. This is the reason for the rating jump.

All The Broken Pieces
Part 2: Chapter 4

Iruka was lying on his stomach, alone in the cell, studying his left wrist. He couldn't move his hand independently from his arm at all. He knew that couldn't possibly be a good thing. He should probably rebrake it and try and set it, but that not only sounded painful; it was impossible. He didn't have anything to set it with, and it wasn't like the guards were about to hand over a first aid kit.

Which was why he was laying on his stomach. A few hours after Kakashi got back from his first torture session- if he had to guess he would have said it was the next morning but he couldn't be sure- it had been Iruka's turn. They had tried the same torture on him, cutting his back when he refused to speak.

Unlike Kakashi, however, his wounds weren't healed each night. Kakashi's were never healed well, as he couldn't build up much chakara during one day, but whatever he had he surrendered willingly each night to keep Kakashi's wounds from getting infected. Though his own were now quite deep, Iruka felt confident he would be all right. He had a pretty good immune system.

He didn't know where Kakashi was right now, but there weren't many options. They had learned from between their torture sessions- they had had seven each now, though Iruka guessed eight was coming up- that they were being held in the only cell in the place. The other rooms in the bright hallway appeared to be something like dormitory rooms, and there was the room in which they were tortured. It did explain why they hadn't been split up, if nothing else.

'We need to get of here soon,' Iruka thought as he tested the movement of his wounded right shoulder. It was starting to look a little inflamed and was very sore. He wouldn't be surprised if it froze up soon, rendering both his arms useless. 'They're torture has gotten worse since ANBU man was pulled away. This new guy seems more determined. If we don't get out of here soon, things could get much worse.'

Iruka glanced up as the door was opened. He thought it was Kakashi being dragged back, but no such luck. The man came in, and Iruka didn't resist as he tied his hands. After the first time, he'd learned it was even more painful if he struggled as his broken wrist and the still fragile bones were made immobile. Kakashi had advised him that struggling the worst thing to do, and just go along with it for now.

He followed this advice, if only because he trusted Kakashi would do everything he could to keep him safe.

Iruka found himself dragged into a different room from the normal one. It looked like one of the dormitories he'd caught glimpses of when being dragged past, but the furniture had been slightly rearranged. Namely, one of the beds had been tilted up vertically and there were ropes tied to the head and footboards.

Iruka felt his whole body tense with the realization that this was anything but good. In spite of himself, Iruka pulled against the hands holding him. It did nothing to affect the man behind the mask, although it caused his shoulder and wrist a great deal of pain.

Two more men came in the room. Iruka recognized one of them as ANBU man's replacement. He found his hands bound above his head to the headboard. Even standing on tiptoes he was too short to touch the ground, and the mattress just in front of his vision was starting to swim from the pain on his injured shoulder.

"Remove his clothing," came the all too familiar voice of his tormentor. Iruka's eyes widened. His shirt had been destroyed long ago. All he had left were his pants and underwear.

He attempted to kick, trying to avoid the hands, but this caused his shoulder to move and he nearly threw up. Soon he was shivering and naked, his back toward the masked enemy ninja.

He was already trembling with terror. Being this exposed was never ever a good thing, and as the man bound his legs and tied a gag in his mouth, Iruka almost whimpered. Maybe Kakashi had been drained to face this sort of thing without fear, but he wasn't! The most he was trained for was a class of sugar-influenced school children near Christmas playing with sharp objects! Being tied to a bed, feeling eyes crawling over his skin, was a new and terrifying experience. Naked was bad.

He felt a hand on his injured shoulder, and shivered involuntarily as the mask brushed his ear.

"We looked for you in the bingo book," the man informed him. "You don't seem to be there, little one. You must be a new one. Fresh meat sent as bait so the great Hatake Kakashi could save the day."

'I'm not bait,' Iruka couldn't help but think. 'I'm a lot of things, but certainly not that.'

"Well, little one, let me be the first to introduce you into the world of a Jounin."

The presence directly behind him left for a moment, only to be replaced by fingers dragging a long his shoulder wound. Fire followed the trail, burning his skin and seeping in to the wound as some kind of oil was placed there. Iruka cried out against the gag. He jerked away from the touch automatically, and he could feel the partially healed skin beginning to tear a new. This just let the oily substance, whatever it was, seep into the open wound and burn more.

Tears came to Iruka's eyes, but a part of him realized it wasn't from pain alone. There was a strong smell of pepper in the air. They were coating him with pepper oil.

"Are you ready to talk now, little one?" The voice asked happily. "Just let me know, and I'll undo the gag. All you have to do to make it stop is tell me Konoha wants to invade us."

Iruka closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm. He would not tell them what they wanted. Death before dishonor, hadn't his father always said that?

"Not ready then?" The purring voice asked from nearby. "Well, we must try harder then."

A streak down his back, from between his shoulder blades to the curve of it. Thousands of small thin cuts protested the abuse, the fire burning his skin. Iruka cried out against the gag, jerking and twisting. He closed his eyes tight, forcing his mouth closed and nearly choking on his gag. He had to remain in control. He forced his muscles to still, choking down the tears and bile.

"Oh ho! So there is spirit in you yet."

'Damn right there is,' Iruka thought, with as much spite as he could manage.

Cold steel on his back and the sting of several cuts being reopened. The chuunin's eyes barely had time to widen as the oil was poured across his shoulders. He screamed against the gag as it entered the fresh wounds, and spilt down his chest. He gasped and choked as it crossed his sensitive nipples, dripping down his stomach and stopping. Pain, everywhere. A thousand kunai piercing his skin. On the receiving end of every jutsu. Rolling through hot coals couldn't have been much worse.

The muscles on his torso began to protest the abuse, twitching and jerking on their own to try and get away. The cords cut in to his flesh, the rope fibers rubbing it raw.

'Make it stop!' His mind screamed at him. 'Just a few little words, and it all goes away. They don't even matter, really…No! No, they do matter! Someone who wants it bad enough won't care where it came from…but Kami-sama it hurts! Please, make it go away.'

An arm snaked around his waist, the oily fingers barely brushing his taunt stomach. He knew they were coated with the stuff, and heard his undignified whimpers as if from far away.

"Perhaps," said the man behind him, "we need to take it up another step, ne? You seem to be enjoying it so…"

The fingers wrapped around his exposed genitals, touching him in a way that would have been sexual had he not started screaming in agony. The sensitive skin flew with the sensation of fire, spreading the ache throughout his body. It burned, seeping in to his very pores. He tried to escape, pulling away from the clutching hand. Dimly, his was aware of his fragile wrist snapping, but it was just one sensation of pain among many.

'I can't do this. Just kill me please! I'm going to die from this. I'm not strong enough…I can't…'

Kakashi's face floated in front of his tightly closed eyelids, the nonexistent copy-nin's eye turned up in a smile. "When you have something to protect," he almost heard him say. "Your strength doesn't matter."

Something to protect. Konoha. His students. Everything he loved. A war would destroy them now. He could not, would not, be the start of that.

He kept that picture of Kakashi firmly in his mind. Kakashi's face as Iruka got him to play in the water. Kakashi's laughter when Iruka had fallen him. Kakashi that was everything good and strong about Konoha, because he represented its best things with all his might. Kakashi who lived on, in spite of the pain of losing everyone he loved. Kakashi who was the only one who had not abandoned him in this hell.

Iruka clung to that image as the man's hand moved down, curving under him, between his legs, up the other side, and then down the inside of his thighs. Held on to the memories of Kakashi when he had been training his students. Held on to Kakashi as he was now, the handsome face he kept hidden from everyone, and his determination that they would survive.

Iruka would survive, because Kakashi believed in him. "You're strong enough to stand it," he had said, and Sarutobi had told him Kakashi's judgment was always right. Iruka would survive this fire, because Kakashi had said he would and if Kakashi said it then it was so. He believed that, as his body lost all control of itself he cried against his gag as the men behind him laughed at the mess. He had to.

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Kakashi looked up as they dragged Iruka in. The chuunin was a mess, all of his wounds reopen and the corners of his mouth and his wrists rubbed raw. He smelt strongly of a revolting mix of pepper and urine. His pants seemed coated with blood as well, and a part of Kakashi was suddenly afraid of what they may have done. Worst of all, he didn't move as they dropped him to the floor.

Kakashi himself was exhausted. He'd been badly beaten, still tied and eye forced open. The keeping of his eye open had saved his face, but the rest of him ached. He was sure he had at least cracked a rib. All his own pain was quickly forgotten as he crawled over to his teammate's side.

He reached his hand out, quickly trying to locate a pulse. It was there, and hammering wildly. Whatever they'd done had caused the other man a great deal of pain.

"Iruka?" Kakashi whispered, brushing back a few stray locks from the younger ninja's sweat and tear stained face. "Iruka, you're safe now. I'm here, it's okay."

One of Iruka's eyes cracked open. "I know," he whispered, in a voice that sounded hoarse and raw. Kakashi winced just listening to him speak. "I didn't…tell them…anything…because you said…I wouldn't. You're always right…"

A part of Kakashi was surprised Iruka had felt the need to tell him that he hadn't told them anything. One thing he never doubted was Iruka's loyalty to Konoha. He could tell just from watching the other man that he deeply loved the city in which he lived, and the people inside it. He would protect it until he drew his last breath, without question.

The other part of Kakashi wanted to hit him. If he was always right, then they wouldn't be in this mess in the first place! It was this sudden misplaced trust of Iruka's that had helped it. Why did the other man trust him so much now when everything seemed out of his control?

Obito's eye probably would have started crying if it had any tears left. Kakashi wasn't so sure he wouldn't have let it.

He wished he had some chakara to heal Iruka with as brushed back the other man's hair. His whole body looked inflamed from whatever they'd coated him with. He didn't even have water to wash it off. The best he could do was brush back the greasy brown locks that had escaped his ponytail. "Go to sleep, Iruka. They won't hurt you again tonight. I promise. I'll take care of you."

The chuunin sighed gently, closing his eyes and relaxing as best he could, never doubting Kakashi's words.