Chapter 1: Staying Alive

It didn't take him by surprise that his former master would be sent out troops to find him. That bastard depended on him for his survival. He wondered if he already went into a different body. Probably, he didn't have time, he would die if he stayed in that body any longer.

He decided he needed to go somewhere where the greedy bastard wouldn't find him. Konoha wasn't an option. He left that place, and he had no intension on going back. He didn't want to answer all the questions and get interrogated, while his former teammates would praise his returning, never leaving him alone.

I need to go somewhere no one would bother to find me, where they wouldn't dare to enter, he thought to himself as he ran through, keeping his chakra level low so the squad would not detect him. He needed to gain full strength in order to fight them, and he was nowhere near full strength.

As he was dodge tree branches, he was also thinking of where he would go. The Country of Wind? No. He might encounter Gaara of the Desert there. The one and only place he could go where neither Konoha nor the Sound ninjas would ever go is to Tote Senke.

Not exactly the brightest idea ever. Tote Senke was famous for its rude, merciless, cannibals inhabitants. If you entered there, there was a 10 percent survival rate for you. Once you enter, you are doom. Men would rape other men. Human sacrifices would happen out in the open. Sinful deeds happened regularly. Last time he was there, he felt fear enter his body. But it was the only place he wouldn't go, he said it himself he feared that piece of hell.

If he kept up in this speed, he should reach Tote Senke in five hours tops. But that's only if that squad didn't reach him first. He sensed that they were getting closer, but the distance between them should buy him some time to reach Tote Senke. He sped up in order to get more distance between them. He had to reach Tote Senke before they reached him.

Faster. Faster you fool. Do you want them to reach you? He was arguing with himself. He didn't want to be captured. He would be tortured for the next three years, until that heartless snake steals his body and relieves him from the pain.

He tried to go faster, but the wound on his side started to hurt. No, not now. He began to feel himself slowing down. No, I will not get caught, I will not give up. He began to go faster once more, ignoring the pain that could cause him his life.

He noticed that the squad two had caught up speed. Damn, I can not let them caught me. He was almost there. A few more miles and he would be able to see the "Gates of Hell." The smell of blood reached his nose. It was faint, but it was a sign that he was almost to his destination. He just needed to go a little farther and soon he will be free.

The trees stopped. There was no life here, only black ground with bones everywhere. They were human bones, animal bones, even some demon bones. He truly was entering hell. Was he ready to sell his soul to the followers of the devil? He sold his soul to the devil himself, and look where he was. The followers of the devil couldn't be anywhere near as disgusting as the devil himself.

The smell of blood grew stronger. He could see the Gates of Hell already. He ran as fast as he could towards them, knowing as soon as he passes through them, he will no longer exit them. Almost there.

Then his leg gave out. He looks at the sharp pain on the back of his thighs. It's a kunai. The squad had reached him.

"Stop! Don't enter that place," he heard them screaming. Now he had two pains to deal with. He got up and put most of his weight on his left leg and began limping to the gates. He was going to enter that place they liking it or not.

"NO! SASUKE STOP! YOU WILL GET KILLED IN THERE!" He heard them shouting like they actually cared about his well being.

He was a few feet away from the gates. They threw more and more kunai to stop him. One got him in the arm, another on the upper back, one even on him butt. These are just more obstacles that you must face, you can make it, he encouraged himself mentally.

Limping towards the gate, he finally reached it and entered the village of no return. But he didn't stop. He kept going, he needed to get to the heart of the village to guarantee his survival. Just as he thought, the squad wouldn't dare to enter the village, they are too scared by what could happen to them. He sensed their chakra becoming more faint; they must be returning to the lair.

He could relax now. He kept walking, he wanted to see if the rumors of this place were true. He removed the kunai from his ass first, then the one in his arm, then leg, then back. He didn't care that he was losing some blood, it was the cost of his freedom.

He finally reached the heart of the village. The sight was sickening. The more he walked the more gruesome the scenery became. People were having sex in public, a woman was giving a man a blow job, a man was giving a man a blow job, two people were eating what was left of what seemed to be a human, in the distance there was a man naked tied to a poll, his eyes were bleeding.

He wanted to puke, but he knew if he did that it would be a dead give away that he didn't belong. He was tired so he sat on a stool, hoping that where he sat they would sell some food.

"What the fuck do you want?" the man behind the counter asked him.

"Um… water," he replied a little frighten.

The man just gave him a look of "you got to be kidding me."

"Give the boy some vodka," a voice said. It sounded sweet and frightening at the same time. He turned around to see a girl about his age. She had red hair, but the ends were black. Her hair came down to her shoulders. She was wearing tube top with a zipper on the front, very short shorts, black boots that came up to her knees, and black fish nets as gloves. Only the fingers were cut off and it came as high as he elbows.

"Didn't you hear me shitface, some vodka now," she said only more angrier.

"You are not old enough to drink," the bartender replied.

"Ya, too bad that doesn't stop me." With that said, the bartender laugh, brought out a bottle of Skyy Vodka and two shot cups.

She put a little of the strong drink on both cups and gave one to him.

"Here drink this," she said handing one cup to him.

"I'm not old enough to drink," he replied but took the cup anyway.

"Ya, but if you don't drink this it will be obvious that you are not one of us, not saying that it isn't already obvious."

He drank all at once and felt a burning sensation down his throat. It was so strong that he began to cough.

"Good isn't it?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"Sure," he said forcefully as tears began to form in his eyes.

"Hey Mac, I'm taking this, add it to my tab," she said grabbing the bottle and giving the man a wink. "Let's go Tinkerbelle."

She grabbed him by the arm and began dragging him to some unknown place. The alcohol was taking its affect on his body and he couldn't focus.

"Where are we going?" he managed to say with a little slur.

"My place. You stand out like a flower in a room full of knives. Plus, the cannibals see your wounds and they will be all over you like ants."

They finally reached her place. Upon entering, she pushed him on to the couch and began taking his pants and shirt off.

"Hey, hey stop that," he said, once again with a little slur.

"I'm not going to rape you, you dildo. I'm going to treat your injuries that's all." With that said, she was able to get his clothes off.

"Ok, this is going to sting, a lot, enjoy," she said in a "matter-of-fact" tone. She poured some alcohol on the wound on his arm and he screamed in pain.

"Don't be such a pussy. It didn't hurt that bad," she said annoyed.

Once she cleaned the wound in his arm, she banged in up and moved to the wound on his right side, then the one on his back, and finally the one on his ass, which she was not pleased on doing.

When his wounds were all cleaned, she left the room for a brief moment and came back with a cup in her hands.

"Here, drink this," she said handing him the cup.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Water. I'm going to find you some clothes to wear, cause you can't wear that." She was gone again.

He sat the cup on the table and waited for her. Was she really helping him, or did she want something in return? She came back in the room and threw some clothes at him.

"Put those on. They might be a little uncomfortable at first, but at least no one will attack you for no reason," she said staring at him, waiting for him to put the clothes on.

"Um…do you mind turning around?" he asked embarrassed.

"It's nothing I haven't seen already."

He got up and began putting the clothes on. She was right, they were uncomfortable. The pants were so tight that he couldn't were his boxers, the shirt was a black, leather tank top with a zipper on the front.

"Are these even guy clothes?" he asked wondering.

"In matter of fact they are, here women don't wear pants. Believe me, guys wear those kind of things here."

He was still a little surprised that she was helping him. The rumors had said that once you entered the city, you were on your own. Survival of the fittest.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked soundly colder than he wanted to.

"Because dip-shit, if one someone finds you and knows that you are knew, they are going to torture you," she answered angrily.

"Whatever they do to me won't be as bad as what he would do to me?"

"Well, you haven't heard what we do to new comers who think they belong here with us. If you were caught, the rapists would rape you. They would shove their cock up your ass and down your throat. Then the 'vampires,' as we like to call them, would cut your veins and drain your blood. Once they're done, the superstitious people would tie you to the poll, cut off your cock and pull out your eyes and leave you as a sacrifice. As you are there naked and bloody, the cannibals will come and eat whatever is left of your carcass. In my opinion, there is nothing worse than that, so where ever you came from, you were probably better off."

She turned around and went into the kitchen again, he was horrified. Would they actually do that to him? Was he really better off here? He walked over to the kitchen to talk to the girl some more. He needed to know as much information as he possibly could about this place if he wanted to survive.

"So, you saved me because you hate to see people being tortured?" It wasn't a statement, it was a question. He just wanted to know what he was up against.

"Fuck no! I really don't give a damn what happens to those people. Hey, if I wanted to, I'll get in the action too, just for the fun of it," she said with a smirk on her face. She wasn't being sarcastic, she was dead serious.

"Then why did you bother to save me?" he wondered.

"You're cute."

"What?"

"You are cute," she said slower. "No point on damaging that bod of yours."

So, more people after his body. Will he actually be safe here? He began to look around the kitchen. There were sake bottles, beer cans, strong liquor bottles; it seems this girl liked to drink, she might not be his age after all. The sink was stacked with dirty dishes. The refrigerator door was opened and he noticed there wasn't a lot of food in there.

"What group do you belong to?" he asked her.

"What?"

"When you were telling me about the people here and what they do to the unwelcome, you said there are rapists, 'vampires', superstitious, and cannibals. Which one do you belong to?" He asked in more detail. Did he really want to know which group she belonged too. What if she was one of the cannibals and wanted to eat him and keep his body all for herself.

"None of those," she replied breaking his train of thoughts. "I'm, what the villagers like to call, rebellious and dangerous."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I'm fifteen years old and drink, a lot, and do what ever the fuck I want to do with out anyone telling otherwise. Plus no one here dares to try and take the rebellious youth on anyway."

"Why not?"

"Damn you ask a lot of questions. We stay in packs and work as a team, unlike everyone else here. You mess with one, you mess with them all. And we happen to be the strongest ninjas in this hell hole anyway."

"So what kinda things do you do?"

"Anything. If I want to drink, I drink. If I want to party, I party. If I want to train, I'll train. That's how it is here. You do what you want to do, when you want to do it. We don't have to listen to anyone, or do what anyone tells us. We decide what's good for us and what's not."

In a way, this place wasn't sounding half bad. He could finally do whatever he wanted and no one could stop him. He could get strong here, stronger than ever before.

"How does one become a 'rebellious and dangerous' person?" he asked her.

"You're not staying here," she replied.

"Why the fuck not," he said angrily.

"You just don't get it do you. You don't belong here. You belong in happy meadow with flowers and birds and all that shit. In order to be recognized here, you have to make a name for yourself. You want to be known as a rapist, rape someone in the open. You wanna be a cannibal, eat someone in the open. That's how people will know who you are and you can't do it. You could barely drink a shot of vodka without getting drunk. The people here are going to rip you apart, that is why I'm helping you leave this place."

"I'm not leaving, I belong here, I can feel it. They can try and kill me, but they aren't going to be successful."

"Ya, that's what they all say before they are killed."

She finally finished doing whatever the hell she was doing. She handed him the pan and the spoon.

"Eat it, then we are leaving," she said and walked away. He did what she told him to do, he ate his food. It was actually good, even though it had a strange smell to it. As if she knew he was done, she came back into the room and said "let's go."

They walked outside and he started to argue again with her that he could stay here.

"Look, I can stay here. I can survive here," he argued once more trying to convince the girl.

"You wanna stay, fine," she said angrily. Before he knew it she was screaming out "HEY EVERYONE, WE HAVE A FUCKER HERE WHO THINKS HE CAN STAY HERE AND KICK OUT ASSES."

He noticed that everyone was looking at him, glaring at him, wanting him to die in place.

"You think you're better than us shit-face," came a voice. He was a little frighten to see who the voice belonged to. It was a huge man. He was tall and somewhat fat. He was holding a wooden club with shuriken stars stuck to them. He looked like a troll.

"Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," he said laughing. Before he knew, the troll-man charged at him with all his might.

"Sharingan," he said as his onyx eyes became bloody red with three black dots around his pupil. His chakra hasn't fully returned, but what he had was enough to kill this man.

He was able to dodge the attack and counter it with a kick in the gut. The kick wasn't very effective, but it did slow the giant down. He did a few hand signs and blew a huge fire ball at the colossal man. Unfortunately, that didn't bring him down, that just made him angrier. The giant grabbed him by the head and was about to swing his club at him, but the foolish man made eye contact with his sharigan that his body was taken in by fear.

This was his chance to counter attack him and kill him. He didn't have any weapons of his own, so he grabbed the giant's club and swung it at him, hitting him directly on the chest. The man spit out some blood, but he was dead. He gave the troll-man another hit, this time on the back and he was down and didn't seem to be able to get up.

"Who's next?" he said with a insane angry look in his face looking for someone else to kill. That was his problem, once he started killing, he couldn't stop himself.

"Hahahaha!" He heard someone laughing. He looked around and saw it was the girl who was laughing at him.

"Who knew, maybe you can survive here," she said as she walked to him. "Listen up fuckers, he wasn't born in hell, but he sure belongs here. You have a problem with him, you have a problem with me."

She grabbed his arm and lead him through the crowd. He took a last look on the troll-man and he saw that a few cannibals were already eating the body.

She lead him to a small restaurant. Once inside, she was looking for something, someone, when she finally found her friends, she made her way towards them. There were three girls and a guy. One of the girls was smoking and she couldn't have been older than 13 years.

"Hey chicas, and dude, this is, umm…what's your name?" she asked him.

"Sasuke, Uchi-" he began but she interrupted him and went on to introducing him to her friends. "This is Sasuke and he's one of us now. You guys missed it, he kicked that fat ass troll's ass. It was hilarious."

"Hey cutie," said the girl sitting next to the guy. She pointed to him and his name was Botan. Then she pointed to the girl smoking and said her name was Nami, the girl next to her was Riku, and she was Akina.

"And I'm Nik," the girl who helped him all this time said as she sat down next to Akina. Sasuke sat on the opposite side of her, next to Riku.

"Let's celebrate," Nik said, "to Sasuke, our new member, let's see how long he will last in Tote Senke."

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