Hi! Its me again... this time I come with a story already in its 3rd chapter at another place... I want to share the "postable" parts (from chapter 3 onwards) dealing with male rape by a female. I am sorry for those of you who like Sakura and/or Ino. I dont have anything in particular against them, but given their fangirlism they were more reasonable at the job at hand than Hinata... she tried to get in the story but yeah, Sakura is being manipulated by her friend.
(other than the fact that I intensely disliked Sakura when I first saw the series... you know? even though she gets better much, much later her stalker image is forever branded in my brain!)
I've always wondered what a man who has been raped by females would feel. People dont usually believe a man can be raped by a woman, but they can. After all rape is forced sex of any kind. And Naruto was forced to feel pleasure, they used his very masculinity against him to humiliate and use him. A prostate is a very sensitive thing after all. You don't have to be gay to enjoy having it stimulated, I am told. So, ja ne! This is SasuxNaru all the way... I am open for suggestions bye!
The story starts with a stunned Naruto awakening from deep slumber. He's kidnapped, bound and tortured in a darkplace. At first he had no idea of who was doing such things to him but as time progressed (only a few hours) he discovered their identities. Ino had snapped and decided to punish Naruto for getting too close to Sasuke. They caught him using forbidden jutsus to be able to make him pay. Naruto's unhappy childhood came to mind and after raping him and making him promise not to get close to Sasuke ever under threat of punishment, they left him, hurt and alone. Ino's last words are too important to miss. So I put them up for you. BTW, he is suffering from post traumatic stress and selective amnesia. I guess the psychological impact of his rape was too much for him. On with the story. hides
He lay immobile for the longest time, his abused psyche blissfully blank as they untied him and left. Ino's parting shot echoed in his mind as his body bled slowly. "You have only yourself to blame, Uzumaki. Only yourself."
An energetic Kiba ran towards a blonde shinobi on his way to the training grounds; playful hands pulled back on orange-black jacket sleeves. His mind was slow in registering the bunching muscles under the cloth as he talked animatedly.
"Oi, Naruto! It's been ages since I last saw you! How have you been?" It was only when his back collided painfully with an unyielding fence that his mind registered he'd been thrown.
'Fuck Naruto's fast!' he thought dazedly, shaking his head to clear it. A hand stretched before his nose to help him stand and he pushed it away.
"Oh… it's you. Sorry! You startled me!" The small blonde smiled awkwardly, scratching his head.
"Baka yarou! I was just joking! You didn't have to throw me so hard and far! Damn it!" he grumbled as Naruto helped him straighten. Checking quickly, he looked around to make sure Akamaru was fine. The dog barked reassuringly for he had been far away and not hurt. He growled and barked apparently telling his friend of his disgust with Naruto's antics. Kiba turned with a frown towards his friend.
"Gomen, I was distracted and you came out of nowhere! It was just a gut reaction!" he started to explain to his friend when his expression suddenly blanched.
"I… gotta go. See you in a while, ne! I forgot something!" he stammered and left without further word. Kiba frowned looking around to see what the matter was.
"Was that Naruto?" Ino asked curiously from behind him.
He turned and grinned. "Yeah, but he suddenly had to leave. He was in a hurry."
"Did you remember to invite him to the party?" Choji asked stuffing his mouth with squid.
"Sheez, I forgot! But I will tell him when I see him again later." Kiba shrugged. Akamaru's words made no sense. Why should Naruto be afraid of touch? That dog was in for a check with his sister one way or the other. He was sick if he believed Naruto was afraid.
"Come on guys. Forget about Naruto and let's go eat. Shikamaru, Choji and I are meeting at Ichikaru's for lunch. I'm in the mood for some noodles." Ino smiled and paused, eyeing the rapidly retreating back with humor. Flicking back a stray hair away from her face impatiently, she resumed walking. She stopped. "Are you coming or not?"
"Hai!" Both males chorused and followed quickly. The Yamanaka temper was truly something to avoid at any cost. It was almost as bad as Sakura or Tsunade's.
Naruto sped up and down the roofs, his heart beating hard against his ears. It went against his grain to run away, but it was an instinctive gut reaction. He pawed at his wet eyes, willing the tears to stop. Every time he saw a flash of pink or blonde hair, he turned tails and ran like a stupid brat.
Hiding his panic reactions was getting harder with each passing day. The nightmares left him breathless and nauseous no matter what he did to exhaust himself every day. He was hungry but he knew what would happen if he ate like he wanted to and then slept. He shivered with disgust as nausea roiled in his belly.
He frowned, trying to stop his frustrated groan. He still couldn't remember what had happened two weeks ago. He'd awakened in his bed, sweating and scared after a terrible nightmare that left him breathless.
He was scared senseless of both his dearest friends Ino and Sakura and he couldn't stand being near Sasuke. He was sure it had something to do with his missing hitai-ate, but he had no proof. Every time he tried to push against the door that seemed to have closed upon his memory he started to shiver and sweat until he stopped thinking at all.
He stumbled and quickly found his step, shifting his weight to continue hopping through the roofs. The ache in his pelvic bone intensified as he ran. He had a coin-sized wound in his flesh Kyuubi hadn't been able to heal and it was starting to fester. He knew he was pushing his body to its endurance limits and it felt good somehow. Something inside him worried about malnutrition and dehydration but he was too busy to care.
Around him, nobody seemed to notice his new attitude and he relaxed knowing that for once his 'persona-non-grata' status was a blessing in disguise. As long as he didn't bother anybody he was fine since nobody bothered with him. He didn't want others to notice him for some reason. He found himself unable to breathe whenever he tried talking to Iruka about his nightmares and his sudden panic attacks.
After realizing talking was not a good idea, it had been easy to brush off a busy Iruka. Whenever he came around to talk, he just smiled brilliantly and told him he had to leave to practice with Sasuke for the exam and he was off the hook; same with Tsunade-baba. It never occurred to him to approach his pink haired team-mate with his worries anymore than it occurred to him to stop breathing. His eyes spotted a likely place to land near the training grounds.
'I guess I can train a bit. It's been ages since I had a worthy opponent.' He sighed. Bringing his invigorating training sessions with Sasuke to an end had been a necessary evil. His mind shied away from the reasons behind his actions.
He couldn't stop himself from breaking a sweat and hyperventilating every time he was within two feet radius of Sasuke. There was something inside him that screamed 'danger! Run!'. That confused him. When he was near Sasuke, he felt he was not safe because somebody was watching.
Last time it happened, he'd resorted to savagely chewing on his cheek to stop himself from running away immediately or bursting into tears. He'd smiled and left, knowing it was not right, that it wasn't his teammate's fault that he felt like this but he was unable to control or even understand his own reactions. In all it was a pretty shitty way to live for now, thanks to his irrational fears he had no one to talk to. He sighed.
He was thankful Team 7 was on a temporary leave of absence for various reasons. Sasuke was still not ready to join the team as he was still gaining the village's trust back. Following Sasuke's progress from afar, he was sure he would be given more liberties soon. But then Naruto knew Uchiha's were in short supply. Sakura was finishing her training with Tsunade while their sensei was on a special reconnaissance mission.
Kakashi was due tomorrow night and they were told to assemble at the bridge two days later. He repressed a shiver thinking of how he would be able to live with both his team mates in close proximity.
Holding his breath, he concentrated some of his chakra into creating a few clones to start a match. Stepping back to observe them, he sighed with resignation. They eyed him as blankly as he did them. He avoided looking at the clones eyes because it scared him. They were too blank and painful. Too dead.
'It's not as good as Sasuke, but it'll have to do.' He crouched readying himself to attack. A kunai flew out of nowhere to embed itself deeply in front of his foot and he whirled. He paled, feeling his clones' chakra return to his body with each distinct burst as they were forced to disappear.
"What? When?" he only had a minute to look around before instinct overrode his anger and defiance. Scared, he took off towards the densest parts of the forest surrounding Konoha, running for cover.
His mind emptied of all thought but escape as instinct controlled his pulsating limbs. He ran as soundlessly as he knew how, aware of the importance of keeping quiet. Bushes tore at his clothes and hair, trying to stop his mad dash through the woods. His lungs burned with the effort of keeping him oxygenated as adrenaline shot through his system.
They were close, gotta hide! His feet lost their footing and he felt himself fall. Using his hands to cushion his fall, he forced his body to straighten and continue running. The trees zoomed by his side and he looked back, fear coursing his veins like ice. A shadow stepped in front of him and he veered abruptly. This was a race for his life and he was not going out without a fight.
'Kyuubi! Kyuubi!' he screamed inside his mind even as his body was surrounded by a red shield. A gasp resounded nearby and he laughed exulting in his power.
'This time I won't go easy on you! This time I fight!' Gathering the beginnings of the Ransegan around his left hand, he ran pushing against the trees. A kunai sped by, close enough to distract his concentration and he miscalculated his next jump. His body slammed against a nearby tree with a resounding smack that left him breathless and dizzy as he fell to the ground.
His tired eyes blinked slowly, before his hands curled around a fistful of dirt. The loamy earth gave him a comfortable feel as he pushed up. Staggering to his feet, he concentrated on putting a foot in front of the other.
He had to hide. His body was at the end of its strength and he raged against his own stupidity. Endless chakra was no good with a malnourished and sleep deprived body. Fear clouded his senses and he sobbed in anguish.
'Not again. Please! Don't hurt me!' He fell to his knees once more, his knotting muscles unable to hold him up much longer.
Arms wrapped around his waist to bring him down and he screamed, twisting around. Hands grabbed his shoulders and he fought back like a savage beast, silent but deadly. His jaw snapped to the side as a fist impacted against it, taking the fight out of him. Temporarily stunned, he resigned himself to his fate as bile burned at the back of his throat. He kept his eyes closed. He was not going to beg this time. No way.
After a while, his confused mind registered no pain and his buzzing ears slowly cleared. Maybe it was his imagination… no… his imagination was not that vivid. Somebody is straddling you, his senses told him as his back pressed against the soft earthy loam and his hips bore the weight of another.
"What's the matter with you dobe? Couldn't you hear me screaming at you to stop?" a frowning voice panted on top of him and he tensed. Sasuke was on top of him!
'Must get away, can't be close to Sasuke. Pain. Must get away, can't be close to Sasuke. Pain. Must get away…' his mind chanted over and over, renewing his struggles. The man straddling his hips cursed under his breath and blocked his flaying arms away from his face. Finally, he caught each wrist and wrestled him under control.
His soul cringed and his closed eyes sealed tighter, squeezing tears down his temples and into his matted hair. He bit his lip wanting to still his stupid reactions but he couldn't help himself. Trembling like a leaf, he waited for his punishment, for surely it was coming now. He not only was talking to Sasuke, he was touching him. His heart thundered wondering when the pain would start as his body tensed in preparation.
Pinning Naruto's wrists to the ground, Sasuke stared at him for the longest time, frowning deep in thought.
"Let me go… please." A thin, frail voice pleaded past the point of caring that he was actually begging. Such was his fear. Sasuke's eyes widened as he took in Naruto's body language.
"Not until you tell me what the fuck's wrong with you." He raised his voice, his anger activating his red eyes.
Naruto fell silent as fresh tears escaped his tightly closed lids.
He was not talking to Sasuke if he could help it. Something told him it was a really bad idea. Naruto wished he would stop staring and just let him go. His clothes were soon drenched in cold, sick sweat.
A pale hand touched his face lightly and he recoiled from the touch as if burned. A barely repressed curse left Sasuke's mouth, followed by a deep sigh. Naruto opened his eyes enough to see the other man's actions. A gasp lodged in his throat. Sasuke was crying! Startled he turned towards his friend, forgetting his fear in the face of his precious one's pain.
"Sasuke?" he whispered, raising his free hand to the wet cheeks. He was startled to suddenly find himself wrapped in a tight embrace. His body fought the embrace with the same intensity his soul welcomed it. Pain… fear… it didn't matter. His friend was in pain and needed him.
"Sasuke?" he tried again as he was rocked back and forth, a hand running up and down his back. Naruto's arms stayed limp by his sides while his mind struggled to understand this situation.
"Usuratonkachi… Oh, gods Naruto. What have they done to you!" he whispered heatedly, tears coloring his voice. His dobe was not talking but his body was speaking volumes with every passing second.
"Done? To me? Tsk! Who? What are you talking about? I just want to train alone… I…" he scoffed weakly, his mind revolving desperately searching for an answer.
"Stop it dobe. Stop lying. I… I found it… I found your missing hitai-ate, Naruto." He separated a bit to gauge the blonde's reaction to his words. True enough, the blonde within his arms blanched. He continued, mercilessly as his suspicions were confirmed in the worst possible way. The fear he could see in Naruto's dead eyes was real enough to confirm everything his mind denied. Somebody had hurt his dobe.
"I realized you didn't have it on for more than a week. You've been acting strange, dobe, so I looked around for an answer. I… found it… Naruto. It was together with your torn jacket in an old shed nearby. God, Naruto! There was rusted blood everywhere and something tells me it was yours." He tightened his embrace as if sensing his friend would escape as soon as he let out those words.
Naruto stiffened as the words sank in, unaware that his fingers were digging painfully into Sasuke's arms. 'He knows?… he knows?!… No!… he can't know! Nobody will believe me! No…' Once more, he renewed his efforts to escape but was quickly thwarted by Sasuke. Unable to break the iron hard hold, he relaxed and smiled weakly, trying to reassure his friend.
"Blood? Blood? What are you talking about? I am not bleeding anywhere… and that hitai-ate? I it threw away… it was no good… it was old… dirty…" his voice dwindled to a stop as his mouth refused to keep on lying.
It was not true. That was Iruka's gift. It would never grow old. It would never be dirty unless he used it. That's why he'd left it there. To be lost and forgotten with the old Naruto. He was bad, bad. He was better off dead. Why wasn't he dead? A sob wrenched from his throat without his knowledge and the hands around his body tightened. The arms around him were so tight they hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, warm and comforting. Like somebody cared.
"Talk to me, dobe. Tell me what happened, please!" Sasuke begged, anger and fear warring inside his soul.
"I can't! You will be disgusted… You shouldn't hug me Sasuke. I am dirty. Let me go!" were the surprising words that left his mouth. He frowned. He hadn't meant to say that. He lifted his eyes to stare at Sasuke's, surely he could help him disentangle his memories!
"Never! I… You… I can't let you go! You brought me back, dobe so you are responsible for me." He reasoned, presenting a logical argument to his illogical dobe. His heart stilled as his eyes finally made contact with the blonde's. What he saw in those depths scared him. His dobe was not there. There was no light, no fight, no life inside… and he knew.
"They'll get mad. You shouldn't be here. Please… let me go… I… you don't need me… please…" Naruto's lips moved on their own again, reasoning with this unreasonable creature that insisted he stay in this warm, comforting embrace.
"Who'll get mad? What happened? Who hurt you? Come on dobe… tell me!" he insisted and Naruto fell silent. He could not… he was not telling. Surely if he knew Sasuke would think him dirty too. No… he was better off dead. If Sasuke knew he would not be able to continue living and lying.
'Why are you so afraid? Face it Naruto. They hurt you brat, they used the forbidden jutsus to control both of us!' Kyuubi's harsh voice finally made its appearance and something cracked inside his mind.
'No! Kyuubi! Don't!' A door previously sealed was unexpectedly torn open.
'Its better this way. You are driving yourself towards death, kit. Self preservation comes first, remember it always.' Were the echoing words inside his brain as a deluge of images flooded his mind with pain.
A savage scream tore from Naruto's throat as his memory returned. Flashes of blond, pink and green paraded into his mind and he whimpered. He saw himself spread-eagled on a table. Saw figures bending over him. Felt a kunai pierce his flesh once more followed swiftly by the horrible feel of a hand pushing inside his body, stretching him past his endurance point. Shaking his head, he tried to hold the memories at bay fruitlessly. Arching against the arms that held him, he convulsed.
"Sasuke… Sasuke… Please… hold me. Sasuke…don't let them hurt me anymore… Sasuke… Sasuke… it hurts…" He begged whisper-thin as anger, pain and humiliation hit him squarely in the gut. Wrenching sobs pierced the afternoon air with their intensity and Sasuke closed his eyes against the pain that pierced his soul.
"Sasuke… it hurts… Sasuke… where are you? Don't let them… hurt… I won't talk to him… I won't be with him! I swear! Please! No…" the blonde thrashed weakly, in the throes of his own nightmares. The front of his pants darkened swiftly as he lost control of his bodily functions. Sasuke growled, making Naruto quiver.
"No… please… don't! Don't! Sasuke… Ino… help!" Naruto eyes rolled backwards to his hairline as his mind shut down in a daze. His mind felt raw and exposed, broken. It was too much to bear.
"Naruto… Naruto! Wake up!" he called, as the blonde's body relaxed in his arms. The stench of urine rose between them and he bit back a curse. He was so angry. He'd never expected this to happen even though he had known something was not right the moment he saw a silent dobe standing in front of Ichikaru's. Something about his body and the way he stood, told him his friend was not himself.
Lifting his dobe carefully, he decided to take Naruto home. The Uchiha complex was secluded, nobody went there. He nodded as a plan formed in his brain. Taking to the trees with his friend, he went over everything he'd uncovered so far.
His instinct first screamed a warning when the dobe stopped coming over to his house to train and actually started to avoid him. He'd confronted him the next day and the blonde had acted completely out of character. Stammering, looking around and offering stupid excuses for not being able to train with him anymore.
He'd attempted to feed him some crap about 'needing to concentrate in the Jounin exams' and 'not having enough time' to explain his decision. All the while, he sweated a ridiculous amount and never once met his eye. Alarms blared in his brain the moment the dobe stumbled and he stretched his hand to assist him. The blonde looked as if he'd been hit and immediately took off.
After that, Sasuke followed the blonde closely, studying his reactions to others. He had to understand if there was truth to his gut instinct. He quickly came to the conclusion that he was acting strange only around certain people. Other than himself, there were two people Naruto avoided like the plague: Yamanaka Ino and, to his everlasting surprise, Sakura.
If it wasn't for the worry his conduct produced, it would have been funny the way he reacted to either of the women or himself. If he so much as saw a flash of blonde, jet-black or pink, he would turn tail and leave. Period. No if, ands or buts. It was not funny, more than once he'd stopped eating Ichikaru's ramen because one or more of his people to be avoided were there. Sasuke knew the dobe had been hungry but the moment they entered the place, his compulsion proved stronger than him and he just left. That was so incredibly not Naruto that even he couldn't stand around idly and do nothing.
Next thing he'd noticed had been just that: his eating habits. He was not eating enough and was quickly losing weight. He trained like a horse, from early in the morning until well into the night and he never stopped to eat. Not once. After a few failed attempts to eat at Ichikaru's, he stopped going there. Instead, he would drag himself home after a grueling day of training and once there he'd spend at least an hour under the hottest water available before he left the bathroom, fully dressed, to prepare himself a small ramen cup before going to bed.
He frowned remembering how he'd gleaned that particular piece of information. He blushed fiercely as his mind brought to attention that since he returned to Konoha, he'd made it a habit of spying on his team mate. He had become addicted to watching Naruto but not even death would get him to confess that little tidbit.
There were nights the nightmares got too much to bear and he'd taken to watching the dobe's habits after a while. It was interesting to say the least and it made him smile. That's why, when two weeks ago his dobe had gone missing overnight, he'd worried. It coincided with a small mission for Tsunade so he'd been hard pressed to investigate the matter.
When he returned, Naruto was already in his apartment. It took him a few days to notice a distinct change in his habits but when he did, he dismissed them out of hand until Naruto came outright to tell him he was not training with him any longer. The blonde shivered in his arms, burrowing deeper into his warmth.
His frown deepened and his gaze hardened as he realized his dobe had finally cried himself to a fitful sleep. It'd worried him to see him suffer through nightmares rivaling his night after night. Lack of sleep had taken its toll on the blonde. It showed in the strength of his reactions surprise attacks. He smiled softly thinking of Kiba's expression as he suddenly learned how to fly.
Tightening his arms around his precious bundle, he made his decision. Whoever had dared to hurt his dobe would wish for eternal death to swallow him by the time he was done with them. For now, he had a too thin Jinchuuriki Shinobi to nurse back to health. Given enough time, he was sure Naruto would talk just like he would. Trauma was best dealt with one day at a time. For now, his dobe was safe and that was all that mattered. Revenge could wait. Uchiha Sasuke was not one to be trifled with. He would get his revenge...much later, but it would definitively come.
Well, if you want to know what happened before, you know where to go... ok?