Konnichiwa my very much missed readers, here is chapter 10 for you all.
Someone emailed me saying why didn't Naruto ever get any pleasure from the sex, and said that even though it was rape, some pleasure would be felt. To answer that question, it's because Sasuke purposely misses his prostate. D: That's the only thing I can come up with, and also, because I like to torture him. XP
In this chapter, all of Naru's subconscious POV's will be a flashback, so you'll get some more info about his past life.
Writing looks like this, it's a flashback
Disclaimer: Characters-No own; Plot-Yes own
Sasuke's POV:
He still hadn't woken up. It had been three days already and he was still unconscious. If it wasn't for the small tremor here and there, I would have thought he was dead. Only three days and he had already gone into cardiac arrest twice. Both times were difficult to deal with simply because the necessary tools weren't under hand. It was the only downside to being so deep in the forest.
His organs weren't working as they should have either. He needed a transplant and fast, but there weren't any donors available for miles. I had contemplated many times on taking him to an actual hospital but that wouldn't be any good. Not only did it take a hell of a long time to even be considered for an organ transplant, but there would be questions. That was something I could do without.
"So, any ideas on what to do?" My brother spoke from his place across from Naruto. He insisted on helping around the circus while Naruto was down, but I believed that was just an excuse to see how Naruto's condition would end up.
I thought for a second. Time was running out, options were few, and there was only one choice now. "Just the same one."
He nodded, "and that is the one you've chosen?" I stayed silent. "I see. Well then I'll get on it."
He rose from his seat and headed towards the door, stopping under it for a brief second. "You know if we do this, even if it's to save Naruto's life, we'll be no better than Minato."
I didn't care about something trivial like that. "They say the first is always the hardest, but you and I both know that this no longer applies to us." Itachi gave me an expectant look and continued out.
I looked at my watch and could see it was almost time to open the show. As always, the show must go on. I took one last look at my fox, hoping he wouldn't have another attack, and exited the room. Making sure to lock it, I continued towards the big tent. I could already tell it was going to be a long ass day.
Naruto's subconscious POV:
I sat against the tree trunk, silently tracing incoherent shapes into the dirt with my ten year old hands. Dad had left the house about an hour ago saying he had important business to attend to. He had done this many times before, but this was the first time he had done it since he killed mom. I always wondered where he went when he left on his so called 'business trips,' but right now I was more worried about what was going to happen to me since I was alone.
The last of the light for today was almost gone, and the sun was setting. I rose from the ground and went back inside the house. Looking around, I realize just how big this house really was now that it was empty. Before, it was a good thing because there were more hiding places, but being alone in it? The whole place had a menacing outlook to it.
My stomach was hurting a little since I hadn't eaten today. Without mom around, there wasn't anyone to cook. Dad went out to eat nowadays, but that left me to fend for myself. Before my mom died, she had taught me to make only one thing, Ramen(1). It was easily made and cheap as well. It had to be if I was the one who had to buy it.
I had to find a job that involved me doing odd jobs around town for people I didn't even know in order to survive. My father sure as hell didn't buy anything that was any use to me, just alcohol and supplies for his business trips. It was becoming harder and harder to just stay in school much less continue this deranged lifestyle.
Sighing, I decided to just skip dinner and head towards the bathroom to prepare for bed. I brush my teeth carefully the way my mom showed me, and spit into the sink. I rinse with water before spitting again. There are strange noises sounding in my ears coming from what I can only guess was the house settling. I supposed this house could be very old, and old houses made noise. Trying to ignore it, I quickly exit the bathroom and head to my room.
Changing into pajamas, I dive into the safety of my bed and under the covers. The noises are still there, and I swore I could hear someone talking in one of the rooms. Maybe dad was home already? I listen carefully and for sure there are voices, so more than one person is present. I listen again and wait for more indication of who was there.
"Naruto?" That voice wasn't my father. He never called me Naruto, not anymore. "Naruto?" The voice was a bit feminine, but somehow nostalgic. But why? I was too afraid to get out of bed and see who was calling my name. If they knew my name, that meant that they had to know me, right? Even that thought wasn't too reassuring...
As I contemplated whether to go and check the voice out, a low laugh swirled into the air and gradually grew shrill and vibrated the house. I held back a scream, trying to dig deeper into the covers. That voice wasn't natural, it was...it was evil.
Sasuke's POV:
The day was finally over with and done, and still no changes had befallen Naruto. The day had been irritatingly long and dull. The customers weren't exactly as hospitable as usual and some had actually tried to jump into the ring. I easily kept him away from the cast, but it was still quite bothersome.
Itachi was still gone, but I didn't expect him for some time. He would probably be searching for that person for quite awhile. My eyes focus on my fox as a small whimper escapes his throat. He was shaking and clenching the covers tightly. A nightmare possibly. And a bad one at that if his shaking was any indication.
"Naruto is afraid to be alone."
The line that Naruto's mutt friend had told me long ago pops into my head. Afraid to be alone. I had never seen any indication that this was the case. I had left him alone many times in his building and never had any fear of him being alone shown on his face. Maybe being in this circus had cured him of that. He had, after all, seen my cast and became acquainted with them.
Still, what would make him fear loneliness? If his past was any indication, then he should have been used to being alone. He had told me his father often left him home alone, and had murdered his wife. Who else would have watched him. I had Itachi long ago research on Naruto's family tree and there were hardly any relatives. All those relatives had been murdered or just happened to disappear, and those who were alive and well lived too far for Naruto to even know about.
A knock sounds on my door, breaking me out of my thoughts. Sighing, I get up from where I had been sitting next to the blond. Opening the door, my eyes meet with Itachi's. "Since when do you knock?" I asked him suspiciously. I did not expect him for some time, yet here he was.
He looked a bit pale, but had a serious expression on his face. "I have something you have to see." His voice was practically breathless. What could have gotten him so stirred up?
"Ok, ok." I grumbled and followed him out, making sure to lock the door behind me as always. Itachi quickly walked, leading me into the forest. Spotting his car, I feel more suspicious. He never parked in the forest, always in front of the circus. We reached his car and the sound of muffled noises can be heard from the inside of his trunk.
I look at him, "so I guess this means you found the donor." He nodded, but that still didn't explain why he was pale. "I found the donor alright, but..." He paused for a moment before starting again, "I think you should just see it for yourself." He pulled his keys from his pocket and, with a bit of caution, unlocked the trunk and allowed it to open a little before backing up completely. I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, when the trunk was kicked open and a red headed woman, at least I think it was a woman, was revealed struggling in restraints and her mouth covered with cloth.
"Itachi, what the hell is that?" I had asked him to look for a donor not another freak. This woman's eyes were crazed and her body was twisted in unnatural ways. "Where the hell did you find her?" She was kicking at the trunk from the inside, desperately trying to get loose. The cloth on her mouth was drenched with saliva, hell, she looked like she had rabies!
"I had gone out looking for the donor like you had asked and passed by the blonde's house. I had just happened to see Minato leave and knew this was a chance to get more dirt on him. So I went in through a window and searched his house, but I heard some noises coming from the basement and I went to go investigate. And I found her, chained up and screeching."
"Itachi, I can't take in this one. Look at her, she is too wild. I don't even think she understands what we are saying right now."
He shook his head, "I didn't bring her to be in the circus, I brought her to be the donor."
I made a face, "her? The donor? Are you insane?"
He held up his hands in defense, "listen to me. She is the perfect candidate. The only one who would be looking for her would be Minato, but I made it look as if she had escaped on her own." "Itachi, we don't even know if she has the right blood type." "Ah, but that is where you are wrong. Sasuke, meet Kushina Uzamaki, Naruto's mother."
Naruto's unconscious POV:
The screaming... It won't stop. This was the third week and dad hasn't come home yet. That voice calling for me hasn't stopped either. How did it know my name, what was I supposed to do about it? Why didn't I hear it when dad was home? Did it fear him too? Maybe someone was in trouble!
Maybe that person needed my help and knew dad wasn't home and now was it's chance to escape! I got out from my bed and quickly made my way into the living room. The voice was quiet right now, so I didn't know where to look for it. There wasn't any place someone could be trapped in here, so I scurried into the kitchen and looked in every possible place that someone could be hiding, but found nothing.
I decided to call out instead, "hello?" My voice came out unsteady, but I kept calling out and it gradually became stronger. "Anyone here?" Still silence. Maybe that voice was just my imagination after all.
I turned to go back to bed when the voice called out. "Naruto?" The basement! That was where that person was! The memory of how unkind the voice sounded reawakened in me, but this could be a life or death situation. I took a deep breath and hurried to the door of the dreaded room and opened it slowly.
"Naruto?" It came again, much louder now that I had found where the person was. I nervously stepped in and turned on the light. I had never been allowed to come in here. Dad had warned me that if he had ever found me in here, he would personally tear me limb from limb. Not a very delightful image for a ten year old, and I knew he was capable of it.
I walked in deeper, looking around for any one. There hung many tools that were unbelievable clean and sharp, and it was very cluttered in here. There was a desk with a neat pile of papers with strange equations and big words I couldn't even begin to comprehend. There were also pictures of people with defects. It looked as if they were dead. Words were written under them and I read some of them:
'Didn't survive the operation.'
'Couldn't keep body functions working.'
'Ate itself.'
'Another failure.'
What did these all mean? The people in the pictures didn't look natural at all. One had three arms, another had four eyes, and there was even one with wings! Were they born like that? I had heard from my friends that people were unlucky like that and born in a way different from others. But maybe it was a gift?
"Naruto." The hair on the back of my neck stood up at the voice. It sounded different, weaker, but also more crueler than anything I've ever heard before. I slowly turned around and my eyes met a sight that I couldn't believe.
"...mom?" My voice barely came out above a whisper. She was alive! But... But what was wrong with her? She was breathing heavily and her body was twisted as if it had been placed backwards.
"Naruto, my child, come to mommy." She cooed before letting out a maniacal laugh. I backed up into the desk.
"What's wrong? Don't you recognize mommy?" Her voice sounded hurt, but her face read anger. Her eyes were fiery red, like her hair, and her nails were as long as a cats'. What had done this to her? I couldn't speak, couldn't move. "Naruto, come to mommy. Now." She said again, her voice no longer patient.
I didn't move, and she violently tried to get at me, but there were chains wrapped around her neck and they stopped her short. I found myself finally able to move and sprinted to the exit. "Naruto! Don't leave me! Don't you love me anymore? Don't you love your mommy?" I slammed the door shut and breathed heavily.
It was wrong, so wrong! What happened? I quickly flung away from the door as another shriek tore from the basement. Running into the safety of my room, I dove into the covers and hid. I listened for her screams, but she had quieted down for now.
"Don't you love me anymore? Don't you love your mommy?"
Tears ran down my cheeks and landed on the carpet below. Her words rang in my ears over and over again. What the hell happened to her? That wasn't my mom, not anymore. He had done this to her. I know it! Just like everything else, my father was responsible for this as well!
"It's not true.. it's not true..." I mumbled to myself over and over again as a mantra. I couldn't stop the shaking, even when I wrapped myself in my covers. A low laugh came from the basement making me feel even more scared. "It's not true!" I screamed at her.
Sasuke's POV:
He was flinging himself in his sleep, and if I had not strapped him down, he would have fallen off the bed by now. Something was troubling him in his sleep, but it had to be something more than a nightmare. No nightmare that I knew could bother someone so much.
"N't tre..." He mumbled, almost painfully. His knuckles were pale from gripping the covers so hard and he was breathing really hard.
"Are you going to do this or not." Itachi sighed, getting impatient.
"I don't know yet. It's a really delicate procedure, one wrong move and he's dead."
He shook his head, "well if you don't do it soon, he's gonna die anyways." True. Something had to be done now. "Well whatever you decide, you better do it fast." He said, pointing to Naruto.
I turned and saw his face losing color fast and he was gasping for breath. His third cardiac arrest attack, fuck. "You're sure Kushina is B+(2)?" I asked, quickly going to Naruto.
"Yes." Came the quick reply.
It was the only way I guess, "fine. Sedate her and bring her in."
~Time Skip~
It was a long, long operation. Now all we had left to do was wait for the results. His vitals had gone almost back to normal by now, but his breathing was still labored. "How do you think it went?" Itachi asked.
"I don't know. It could go any way from here. But in the meantime, what do you think we should do with the body?" I replied. What the hell was I supposed to do with Kushina's body? I sure as hell wasn't going to feed Choji that.
Maybe I could burn it. If I did that, I would have to wait until it was the weekend. That way any lingering smells would be dispelled by Monday. But the smell could attract some unwanted animals, or a passerby would find it suspicious and decide to check it out.
"Drive it out far and bury it there." He shrugged. That could work, and it would be much quicker and easier.
"What do you think Minato's going to do when he finds out another of his experiments have gone missing?" I asked my brother.
"Who knows. He may think it got out on its own, or he'll know it was us." Hopefully the former would occur, we already had too many problems.
"F'ck..." The blond mumbled in his sleep. At least he was still breathing enough to talk in his sleep.
"Come on, he'll be fine for now. Let's get rid of the body." Itachi prodded me, and I sigh and nod, knowing he's right.
There was something else that needed to be done. "I need to make one quick pit stop after this."
He studies my face before nodding, "Fine, but we have to make it quick."
Naruto's Subconscious POV:
Death. It smells like death. There was a scream here and now from the basement, but who, or what, was making that noise? Was I the only one hearing this? Couldn't the neighbors hear it too? Dad had come home yesterday, and if he found out that I had been in the basement, he made no hints about it.
When he came home, he brought a person with him, a scared one too. I could only watch as he had dragged him or her, I couldn't tell, down to the basement. Maybe that was what was making all those noises. It sounded so inhuman. Just like mom had become. I wanted to get out of here, but where was I supposed to go?
The screaming stopped suddenly. I heard a small curse rise from the basement and could almost feel my father's thoughts radiating from his head, 'another failure.' Why was he doing this? What was the purpose? My father had become a sick man, sick sick sick... What would give him this idea to ruin another human being's life?
I missed my mom, but she wasn't her anymore. She was something that was no longer the mommy I had known. All of this was too much to take in. I didn't understand. I didn't think I would ever understand. What had happened to that small happy family that we used to be?
Why couldn't we have gone back to the old ways before things got this out of control? What had happened? I guess I would be asking myself this question for a long time, and only because there would be no one to answer it. I guess this was what my life had now become and I would just have to get used to it or else I wouldn't survive for long.
(1) You know I had to :D
(2) I think that was his blood type, but I could be wrong.
Well? What did you think? I hope it was to your liking. I will keep working on it, but I have a bad case of writer's block. :P
And finals are coming up so I may be busy for awhile... :P
Until next time! Ja Ne!
