Kidnapped

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warnings: Abuse, Rape, Neglect.

This story was inspired by Kidnapped, which was written by bruised fingers.

'Thoughts'
'Flashbacks'
'Dreams'
"Talking"
POV
A/N: Author's Note

A/N: Can anyone guess what happened to Sasuke in chapter two and does anyone feel bad for him?

Chapter 3

Sasuke's POV

I was sitting in the dark for a while; I couldn't cry anymore I had already cried too much. The man returned and put a cloth on my mouth it smelled of alcohol and I. I grimaced at the smell. That's all I remember of that night …or day; I couldn't tell which it was.

Now I was in another room it was lighted better than the last. I could see myself; I could tell my hair was messy and some of the cuts I had were reopening, causing streams of blood to drip down onto the floor. I could tell that my skin was getting irritated by the ropes that were binding my body. I wished that I had a kunai at the moment, but when I moved my hand down towards my kunai ouch I found out that it was no longer there. 'The man took all of my weapons and had left me immobile here in a slightly less dark room. I can't wait to find out who the man is.'

I sighed a closed my eyes, oh how I wanted to go to sleep. I heard the door creak open, which made me immediately open my eyes again. The door was wide open, but no one was there. I stared desperately at the light; I wanted to crawl over to it. Then I felt someone's grip from behind. I turned my head and saw the man, his face was much clearer now. The man smirked and undid the gag he had had on me so I couldn't talk. He ran a hand through my hair and I grimaced. 'The way Itachi used to run his hand through my hair was much nicer than this man's hand.'

"You're a very pretty little boy you know that?" The man said tracing his finger along my chin again. I stared at his hand for a while before looking at his face. His skin was a deathly pale color; his light gray eyes matched his skin color quite a bit. He had short spiky black hair (think Naruto's) He wore tan pants and a blue shirt; very casual. Finally I reorganized my train of thought and glared at the man with the fiercest glare I could muster.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled with anger in my eyes. This was the man that had taken him away from somewhere and had dragged him away. The man frowned and pulled his hand away.

"Now, now, don't fret you will not be harmed as long as you're a good boy." The man said, smiling once more. I frowned and looked back at my bloody legs. 'My legs look much bloodier and in worse shape in the light' I looked at my arms and saw that they were in much worse shape also.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, trying to replace the fear in my voice with rage, it worked …somewhat. The man merely chuckled and got up heading towards the door. A tinge of fear hit me. 'The door will close again and it will leave me in this dark room all by myself.'

"I'll be back, you haven't eaten in days, you know." The man said walking out and grabbing the doorknob, getting ready to close it. Sweat drops fell down my face. I stared at the hand on the knob and sighed in relief when the door was left open a bit. 'I don't care if it means the man pities me, I'm just sick of the dark.'

I started struggling trying to wiggle out of the ropes tight grip, but I failed once again. I had tried getting out of the ropes several times since I had been awake. 'Mom must be worried sick, dad I probably angry since I made mom worried, and Itachi is probably completely calm, that or extremely happy.' Silent tears started falling from my eyes as I tired yet again to escape the ropes, but I gave up miserably. I fell to the ground and my tears soaked the wood.

I always fail, that's all I can ever do. 'I always disappoint my father, because I always fail. Itachi doesn't want to train me, because he knows that there is no point, because I will just fail. I know I fail at everything I do, but why does Itachi hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve his hate like this?'

I sighed and whispered to the dark, "Just live through it Sasuke, it will be over soon enough, one way or another it will be over soon enough."

Itachi's POV

I was back at the blood trail again and like always I was all by myself. I had lost the path last time and Mikoto told me to give u in the forest for a while especially since I was sick. Three days had seemed a bit long to me, but on the day after the fourth I was out the door in a flash, determined to find my baby brother. Now I was following the blood trail perfectly, making sure I could still see the blood as I walked. As I walked deeper into the forest the whole scenario got darker.

Worry hit me as I quickened my pace, I was thinking about Sasuke alone in the dark, shivering cold. Worry turned into fear as I went in a slight trot, trying to keep along the lines.

I stopped in the middle of the dark forest, falling to my knees, as I went into a coughing fit. I hadn't realized it until now, but being out so much looking for Sasuke had made my 'cold' even worse. I clutched my stomach with one hand, my other hand falling limp at my side.

As I kneeled in the grass, my coughing got worse and it echoed throughout the silent forest. Small creatures rustled in their homes, some of them peeked their heads out to see what the heck that noise could possibly be. It must have been foreign to all these animals, since it was so isolated back here. The forest didn't even have a name it was just a large area of forest on the map.

Blood started to come out with the coughs, making me weaker and weaker by each cough. I started shaking, but I told myself to keep sitting there. 'I'm not weak; I'll be alright in a minute.' I kept thinking to myself. The thought started to fade away, along with my ability to keep conscious. My body fell into a kneeling position and I laid down on my side. Blood poured down from my mouth as the coughing started to end, but as the coughing became less continuous, I faded. I faded until nothing could be seen, but black.

Sasuke's POV

The man had come back with a small plate of food; sitting in front of me. I eyed the food curiously. The man smiled and took the fork with food on it, pushing it into my mouth. I blinked when the food hit my mouth, but I ate it anyway, I had just realized how hungry I was.

"Why can't you just untie me and let me eat on my own?" I asked after swallowing the food. The man chuckled and put more food on the fork.

"You'd try to run away, little one." He said, pushing the food back in my mouth. I ate that too and realized I was eating sushi. I had tried sushi not too long ago and I hated the taste, even though I loved fish. I had vowed never to eat sushi again, but now look where I was. Not only was I eating it, but I was also eating it desperately, I probably could've been mistaken for a very skinny pig.

After the food was gone, the man stood up, carrying the empty plate and the fork in his hand. I stared at the man, as he walked towards the door.

"Wait! When are you coming back?" I asked, ignoring the voice that was telling me that I was an idiot for wanting the man around. The truth was I didn't want the man around; I just wanted some company, because I was sick of being alone. It was lonely in this room, sitting against the wall staring at the wall. When the man came in my, thoughts strayed from my family, which was good. Thinking about them just made everything worse. The man chuckled at my words, as he looked back in my direction.

"Hmmm, I'll be around. If you're that lonely, maybe I'll come later." The man said, smiling, his eyes glistening in the light of the doorway. I gulped, the nodded, looking down at the ground. The man turned back towards his path and walked out the door, closing the door behind him. A sigh escaped my mouth as I sat against the wall, staring at the wall. My thoughts quickly drifted back to my family.

Itachi's POV

"Itachi please wake up!" Was all I could hear. My eyes slowly opened and I saw my mother's face above me, clutching me tightly. I sat up and coughed; spitting some blood onto the ground. Mikoto sighed in relief and hugged me only for me to push her away.

"Itachi, what happened?" Fugaku asked from his position of kneeling next to his wife. I blinked and looked at the sky, they were still in the darker parts of the forest. Apparently they had found him here, suddenly I remembered what had happened and sighed at the memory.

"All it was, was a coughing fit." I said, scratching my head. Fugaku blinked obviously a bit confused, whereas Mikoto out in worry and anger at the same time.

"Just a coughing fit! What kind of crap is that! Itachi you were on the ground with blood pouring out of your mouth! You brought me to tears! I thought I was going to loose both of my sons!" Mikoto said and truth to be told, tears were falling down her cheeks. Fugaku rubbed her back, but looked at me sternly at the same time. I gave them no response, but I struggled to stand up with my weak body. Mikoto shook her head and laid me down on the ground, looking at Fugaku. Fugaku nodded and helped me stand up; he put one of his arms around my waist and pulled one of my arms over his shoulders, he held my arm with his other hand.

"Let's go home… we'll have to get you cleaned up." Mikoto said and that was the last thing she said for a long time, as we walked home. Tension filled the silence as we finally made it the the house, Fugaku bringing me to my bedroom. After I was laid down Fugaku had a good long talk with me about "being more careful next time" and all of that good stuff. After Fugaku had left I wrote my failure down in my journal.

Sasuke's POV

The man had returned a few hours later, now he was wearing a black pair of sweats and a white tank top. This made me think that it was most likely night time now. Dinner had pasted and the man had changed into a much more comfortable outfit. Besides he seemed quirt tired; he had yawned when he first came in and he sat down lazily next to me.

"What am I supposed to call you?" I asked; breaking the long silence that had followed since the man's entrance. The man looked at me and smiled, it was probably the most normal smile I had seen him have.

"Call me Tenshi," he said patting my head. I blinked and looked down at the ropes, I let a sigh escape my lips. Tenshi's smile faded as he saw me struggle so much over the ropes.

"Hold still," Tenshi said, as he grabbed a hold of the rope knot. His hand tugged on the rope slowly, then he untied it. The ropes fell loose on my body, then they slowly fell off. I stared in amazement at the ropes then I turned my attention towards my skin. My skin was red and it had many scratches, most likely from when I tried to escape from the ropes.

I sighed once I finally realized I was free from the rope's grip. Tenshi smiled, but yet again it was that creepy smile that made me shiver thinking about it. The smile still shone as he grabbed one of the ropes, taking out a small dagger he cut it into an even smaller rope.

"Where am I?" I asked, as the man grabbed my hands and tied them together with the smaller rope. I looked down at the ground, I felt ashamed and weak. The man laughed quietly and tightly tied the rope.

"Your new home." And with that the man stood up and left, and it seemed like forever until he returned again.

A/N: Ok that's it for now and again, I won't update until I get at least one review. Until next time. Bye.