"Did you know that Orochimaru was a member of the Akatsuki?"
Naruto let a series of kunai fly, trying to keep Sasuke's words from entering his mind.
"The reason he left the organization was because he was afraid of Itachi."
Only half of the weapons hit their targets. He needed to focus. He hadn't done this poorly since his genin days.
"I always knew he was using me, but I was foolish enough to believe that I was using him too. I was wrong."
He launched several more, each hitting the wooden targets with a thunk, the blades embedded to the hilt.
"I figured I had three years to learn what I could and then escape, but shortly after my first year I started blacking out. I would fall asleep and then wake up somewhere else, having no idea how I got there. Kubato called it 'missing time'. He said that it was stress related. I didn't believe him."
Letting out a snarl of frustration, Naruto fought with a stubborn kunai. Despite his efforts, it refused to budge from its wooden sheath.
"The unconscious spells lasted longer and longer until I could barely stay awake for more than a minute at a time. I would suddenly come to, knowing that days had passed since I was last awake, but being unable to stop my eyelids from falling shut again. It felt good, just sitting back and letting my life be wholly controlled."
The emptiness in Sasuke's eyes as he had told his tale haunted Naruto.
"I knew what the bastard had done. When I actually did manage to come out of the sleepy-like-fog they would call me Orochimaru-sama. At first I was confused. I still had two years before he could take over, but he had used a different jitsu. One that allowed us to share the body, and he was taking over, forcing me out, and I was letting him. I don't know why I didn't fight it."
A surge of rage flowed through him and with a snarl of satisfaction the kunai came free, slicing his hand.
"Soon I wasn't able to regain complete consciousness. It was like a constant dream. If I focused then I could quietly observe the things going on around me. Watch as my body did and said things without my consent. The worst was the rape. Through the haze I could feel warmth, and next to me would be this girl. The looks she gave me were full of a contempt that I did not even know existed. Slowly she began to show signs of pregnancy, and I realized that the bastard was breeding himself a new container. Using me to stud so that his next body would have the sharingan too."
Naruto stared as the vermillion drops collected and ran down his arm. He finally placed the wound against his mouth, trying to staunch the flow. He tasted a warm copper.
"His biggest mistake was letting me know that I had a son. I had never tried to fight for my own life, but for my child's…I was willing to do anything. It gave me the strength I needed. It was painful, but I began to gain more control over my body. It was easiest when he was sleeping. I would take over and slip into the night, going into the seedy parts of town, hoping that maybe someone would kill us and my baby would be safe with it's mother. I welcomed death as the simple solution I always thought it would be."
Sasuke had stopped there. His attention turned to the shadowed boy looking down from his bedroom window. Naruto knew that the story didn't stop there. There were too many holes. What had happened to Puck's mother? What had happened to Orochimaru? Where had Sasuke been for the past five years? He gave a quick suck on his cut before heading home, determined to learn the truth from his fallen comrade.