Note: I can't focus on my other stories and I just thought of a plot that would be super fun to write. So I'm writing it before it goes away. Hopefully it's enjoyable. This chapter will be extremely rocky since it's just the piolet chapter and it's really damn hard to write without using a name lmao. Hopefully the next one will be better, and I know for a fact it will be longer.

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The nameless boy had grown used to the beatings which were laid upon him nearly every day, yet he didn't enjoy them the way the prisoner beside him seemed to. The man, Hidan, savored every moment of the pain inflicted on him. He loved seeing the Scarlette oozing from his body, the soft tearing sound of his skin meeting metal, and the sight of the frustrated torture master. He flourished in the pain, while the boy found himself shrinking away from it, even if he deserved it much more. He supposed he was a coward.

The boy was not a prisoner, no, he was something much worse than that. He was a monster. He was a mistake. He was a half breed. A half breed, which no one outside the prisoners, some palace staff, and royal family knew of. A hidden monster kept far away from the kingdom and villagers. After all, he wasn't needed. They had Prince Itachi, the true heir to the throne. An Uchiha, through and through.

Itachi tried to convince him, time and time again, that it wasn't his fault. That is was their fathers. How could it not be his fault, though? He was the one filled half with the blood of a Hyuuga, not their father. Given, it was his father who decided to keep the Hyuuga Lady who was visiting with her family for peace affairs 'extra' company, but it was only to convince her the treaty would be worth something! He was the king, it was his duty to keep his nation safe, even if mistakes sprouted from it.

It wall would have worked out too, if not for the boy's birth. The Uchiha and the Hyuuga could have been at perfect peace, if not for the fact the wife of the second eldest Hyuuga prince had become pregnant while they'd been too distracted for months with their newborn son to do anything. The woman, his mother, had been killed quickly after his birth. He had been hidden from the world to keep both the kingdom's pride in place. Rather, the war broke out seemingly over the pass stresses of territory.

The boy wished for his death time and time again, to make things right. If the king showed him mercy and allowed him to die, all would be well. He could see it in his eyes when he came down after a long day of work to look over the biggest mistake of his life. The hatred. The disgust. The lack of pity. Then the odd look of enjoyment he seemed to gain when he laid a blow upon him. The look of relieve, as if all his stresses were gone. As if he were able to erase his mistake.

The half breed never resisted. Not anymore. He might have once when he was small and unable to understand how much he deserved it. Now he was six. He was smart enough to figure it out, to comprehend the whispers. To see the peace that sparked over his king's face when he saw the blood. The boy wouldn't take it away from him. He would endure, after all, he was his king. He kept him locked away from the world, where people of both the Hyuuga and the Uchiha would look at him with hate. His king protected him.

His king protected him, from the woman whom he had learned to be Itachi's mother. The queen. The woman who came down to watch him on the floor, sobbing, every night. She would look at him with empty dark eyes, unforgiving. He knew he deserved it. Those eyes drove him mad with guilt. They made him want to hide. They hurt him more than any strike ever could. He knew, he had ruined her marriage.

She would look into his eyes, and she would cry. She never cried for him, though. She had no reason to. After all, this boy was not her child. Itachi was her child. Her child, who suffered for his father's mistakes. Her child, who spent all morning before his lessons, patching and healing up to this broken boy. Her child, who suffered a terrible hatred for his father who would beat down on his half 'brother'. Her child, who wasted his time teaching the boy to speak best he could. Her child, who thought he was being sneaky when he brought the boy down leftovers from lunch.

The boy wished they would kill him, years ago. Why wouldn't they kill him? He deserved it. He was a stain on the family name. He supposed Itachi would never allow it. The prince took some sort of pity on him, after all. He would hold him, rocking him back and forth shakily, and cry for him. The boy never understood it, not until today.

He had woken up, unchained. His wounds were bandaged up, and he had been changed into more fitting clothes than his mucky old prison outfit. Lights had been shining in his eyes, distant voices he didn't recognize calling out to him. There were men over top of him, pulling him up and checking his vitals. He could hear Hidan's chuckling reply to one of the men's questions. "Why, that's the nameless prince, of course."

The boy was lifted to the chest of a blonde man, who covered his ears from Hidan's further explanation. He was carried out of the prison beneath the castle, the sun blinding him as he saw it for the first time in nearly five years. His small white eyes burned, and he found himself hiding in the expensive-looking robes of the blonde. A hand reached up to him, stroking down his raven locks.

His body shook at the contact, only letting out a small whimper. He could faintly hear the voice of a little girl, "Daddy, why are we here? It's scary. I thought you said the prince called for an emergency meeting?" only to be shushed by the man holding him. The boy dared to look up from his shoulder and was met with the eyes of a curious blonde child following behind him. The girl quickly switched her question after she was shushed, forcing on him. "Hello! I'm Ino, what's your name?"

He opened his mouth, long and uneven words coming out. "No name," he answered with a shrug. Ino looked confused at this, opening her mouth to object, when the blonde man sent her a warning look. His clothes were soft, he noted, the material feeling soft under his fingers. "Where Nii-San?" he asked tiredly.

A hand moved to his back, rubbing it warmly. He melted into the touch, relaxing. "If what we've heard is true, he's gone." the man breathed. "The entire kingdom...gone...in just a single night. Just over two hundred men and women. All dead. Little one, you're brother ended this kingdom."

Clutching the material, he blinked a bit. "Brother love kingdom. Brother nice to persons. He nice to me, and Hidan, Kisame." he yawned, listing off the names. "Brother loves people. He protector."

Smiling sadly at the boy, he sighed. He didn't want to break the little boy's heart with the realization Itachi had been much crueler than expected. He did worry for Sasuke's apparent lack of value towards human life. He noticed a woman coming over and pressed his lips together. The lead orphan transporter. Itachi had left all the children alive, and he wasn't sure if that was for better or for worse.

As she held out her arms to take the boy, the blond man whispered in his ear, "Sasuke. You will be Sasuke Uchiha. It means to endure. You've endured this much, just go a bit further and you'll find your place." he promised, not wanting to send the boy off with not even a name. The boy, now known as Sasuke, was surprised as he felt a woman's arms wrap around him, pulling him from the warmth of the blonde stranger.

His eyes flew open as he was placed on the floor by the woman who's skin was icy cold. She tugged him along, expecting him to follow. When he tumbled down, unable to walk, she frowned. She tugged the boy up, watching as he repeatedly struggled to stand. He felt shame burn in him as he spotted a few children in the wagon she was tugging him towards snicker. 'I heard he came from the palace'. 'I heard one of them say he was found out as the second born of the king'. 'I bet they kept him hidden for a good reason. Look at those freakish white eyes!'. 'They spoiled him so much he refuses to even walk!'

The whispers died down only slightly when the woman gave in and lifted him, dumping him onto the wagon beside a girl who inched away quickly. Even though they had all lost their parents within the last day, Sasuke noted, they still took quickly to making fun of him. It seemed his suffering helped them, so he wouldn't stop them. If they wanted to believe he wasn't walking out of choice, then so be it.