Chapter Nine Sasuke Uchiha

Every inch of me hurts like hell. My leg is still damaged from my battle against Rasa's diabolical experiment. The ghosts have sliced my arms and legs to ribbons. My vision is a swirling mess of ghostly apparitions. They circle me, I desperately try to keep up with the onslaught.

Naruto escaped into the darkness of the tower only a minute ago. We did not pin-point the shards location when we were inside before, what makes me think this time will be any different?

Red grabs me by the leg and throws me into the air. Green slashes my back. Finally, Blue grabs my arms and throws me back down to the ground. I black out for a second, awakening just in time to dodge a death blow of claws aimed at the heart.

I've bought as much time as possible...I need to run away!

I stumble towards the tower. My blood seeps through my clothes and leaks into the water below. I beeline inside. The Ghosts are hot on my tail.

"Naruto!" I scream "Where are you!?"

My voice rips from my lungs so that it fills the entirety of the steel tower. A spiral staircase leads to the belly of the building where Naruto remains silent. What the hell is he doing? Having a fucking tea-party?!

"Waiilllll!"

The Ghosts have caught up to me! Green rakes her claws across my face, blinding me. I tumble into a sea of red. All three ghosts grab me and lift me into the air. Their breath smells of decay and their skin is icy cold. Ironically, it feels like they are sucking the life out of me. This must be how my victims feel…

"Son of Fugaku!"

They hiss in unison.

"You killed us! Now we will kill you!"

Well, fuck. I always knew being the son of a fucking tyrant would be the end of me!

No sarcastic inner-dialogue can stop what comes next.

The Red Ghost opens her mouth and kisses me. It's a deep and grotesque kiss. She had a long tongue that slithers down my throat, choking me. It's revolting. And from the depths of my stomach I can feel my soul sliding out from me like a snake slithering through pipes. My skin shivers. My muscles turn to jelly. All feelings of pain slip away from me and my eyes roll into the back of my head…

I'm dying...I'm dying...I'm dead…

Not quite.

"Sasuke!"

A blast of light erupts around us. The three ghosts shriek and drop me. This time, I'm fast enough to recover and I shoot a rope of magic at a nearby railing and use it to swing to safety. I barely make it onto the steel stairs and my landing is so sloppy I bash my nose on the steps.

Naruto is two flights above me. Face coated in sweat.

"It's this way!"

I run to join him. Without warning, he takes my hand and leads me down the twisted halls of the tower. The ghosts are hot on our heels. Naruto's grip is tight and comforting. He helps me remain stable as I stumble through the halls half conscious. I throw some blasts of dark magic at our assailants but they easily dodge them.

We tear into a small room with a half-collapsed roof and pools of murky water. In the far left corner, are the corpses of three women. In their clutches intertwined like an intricate yarn is the Shard of Wrath. It is blood red with haunting shadows of black and grey.

The realization of what is happening pieces together in my mind in an instant. If the Shard of Light imbibes the user with the power of light-blasts, and the Shard of Water gives the user the ability to control H20, then the shard of Wrath must give whoever wields it unfathomably power and rage. These three corpses are the remains of the ghosts chasing us, and they have been locked to this plane of existence through their need for revenge against those who killed them!

Who, indefinitely, is my father; and in turn- me.

Naruto and I lunge for the corpses and the three ghosts come up to us gnashing and screaming like banshees. The Shard of Wrath is hot in my grip. I can feel my blood boiling with rage just at it's slight touch...The corpse's fingers are locked in place.

We pry until it finally...comes loose!

The spirits shriek in agony and begin to wither and wilt. They collapse to the floor. Limbs spastically flailing until they finally disappear all-together.

"Keep this." I gesture at the stone. "We don't want me to have that, that's for sure."

I let Naruto keep the Shard of Wrath and collapse in the center of the room. My body is threatening to give up on me. Every muscle feels like rusted metal. I try to move but everything locks up. I'm panting and wheezing. Sweat and blood coat every pore of my body.

"O- ok...that's three shards down…" I pant. "I'm badly injured, Naruto. We need to get to a nearby town as soon as possible for help."

I receive no response.

"Naruto?"

When I twist to face him I'm met with a pair of bright yellow eyes with black slits. The whisker-tattoos on his cheeks have turned darker. His fingertips have sharpened into claws. A terrifying grin slits open his face like a gaping wound. Before I can react, he has me pinned to the cold floor. I can see where he slipped the Shard of Wrath into his pocket due to a slight red-glow.

"It's the Shard of Wrath…" I realize. "...it's making you act out. Just relax."

I attempt to remind myself to be cool and collected, but something about the malicious look in his eyes makes my voice waver. The veins along his neck and forehead are bulging. His muscles are well cut and with all their might they keep me firmly pinned down. My heart is beating in my chest like a tribal-drum...even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't.

"You're responsible for destroying my city-" Naruto growls. "-my friends, and possibly my entire family are dead. It's your fault."

"If I could have prevented it, I would have." I calmly reply.

"I don't believe you." he snarls. "Somebody should be made to pay, right? If your father is dead. It should be you."

His voice is suddenly deeper. Darker. As if it doesn't belong to him. His veins are turning red as the Shard of Wrath twists his mind. He has every right to be mad at me. To hate me. But I won't lie here and take whatever he has planned.

All-at-once, I ram my legs upwards into his core causing him to sputter. I try to twist away from him, but he locks his fingers around my hair and slams my face into the ground causing blood to gush. He leans down and drags his tongue up my neck. He starts to suck. Causing the skin to turn pink and pucker. It hurts a bit, but it feels better than I imagined. A slight groan escapes from my lips.

That's when he bites at the skin until he draws blood. I kick back like a mule, trying to get him off of me, but I'm weak from my injuries. It's childs play for him to flip me onto my back and continue covering my body with hickies and bruises. He tugs my crop-top down until it is dangling around my hips. Each time he goes in to suckle on my skin I grow more-and-more aroused. He laps at my nipples and leaves those red and throbbing, this increases the pain he inflicts. On the tenth hickey, he crudely rubs his junk against mine until I feel rashes forming around the rock-hard appendage.

"S- stop! This isn't going to solve anything…"

He bites right below my adams-apple. I squirm. Clenching my eyes shut against the uncomfortable pain.

"This isn't like you, Naruto! Whatever anger you are feeling...you have to fight against it."

Just then. The terrifying glow in his eyes flickers and fades for a moment. But the Shard of Wrath responds with a throbbing red light.

Naruto raises his hand and strikes me across the face. My world turns into a blurry mess.

"Ngh-" my lips quiver. "-wait. Stop. I mean it."

I won't retort to begging yet. He'd have to start torturing me for that. He hits me again. An explosion of white pain envelops my tender face. I can see sadness beneath his angry eyes. He's fighting back against the Shard of Wrath as best he can, but it doesn't seem to be enough. He hits me again! His strikes hurt like getting struck with a ton of boulders.

"W- we need to be better than our fathers...right?"

My chest deflates as I give into the hopelessness of my situation. He hits me again. One more, and I'll fall unconscious. I spit blood from my mouth before it has a chance to choke me.

"You said it yourself. We're a team. All I can do now is try to rectify the mistakes my father made. You can hate me but don't hurt me. I want to help-"

He freezes. His fist remains suspended in the air.

"We're connected. Right?" My voice cracks. I hate sounding so weak, but I can't stop myself.

"We have a supernatural pull, that feels like two reincarnated spirits. We need each other. Sun and Moon. Don't do this. Don't hurt me."

Without warning, his body contorts towards me. His head falls into my chest. His breathing is labored, like he's just finished running a marathon...the red glow of the Shard fades...the whiskers on his face dull, and his eyes return to their beautiful blue. He looks at me. His lips are so close to mine. His lips tighten.

"I'm so sorry, Sasuke." he grimaces. "I- I don't know what came over me!"

He goes to get off of me, but instinct takes over and I wrap my legs around his hips so that the remains of his half-chub keep grinding against my own. He looks started.

"W- what are you doing?"

I bite my lower lip and respond by trailing my hand down his chest. I lick the blood from my lips and smirk.

"The pain wasn't so bad... " I whisper and gesture to all the hickeys he left on my body and my rock-hard nipples. "...if this is your idea of getting revenge?" I tease...he blushes head-to-toe and breaks free from me.

"You really are a dark-witch. You're crazy!"

I want to tease him further. In reality, I'm trying to hide the fact I was genuinely scared, by acting behind the façade of being overly-sexual...but my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"Ah...shit…nevermind. I don't feel well…"

"Ya, no shit."

Naruto wraps me up in his arms. I'm flickering in and out of consciousness...as he once again leads us out of Amegakure and towards our next goal. The Shard of Wrath...and hopefully? A fucking hospital.