DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO.
(::Design me::)
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Your world, my world.
We live in this ever-changing
society
and I wonder—
how we manage to survive.
...
Design me.
Make me the object of your
desire.
Heal. Break. Touch. Desecrate.
Anything.
Just...
(...need me.)
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...
Intake my naked body.
...
In the end,
a story like this
should never have been told.
we are a sad, sad race.
...
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Breath. Breath. BREATH!
...
(too emotional, too fragile, too broken)
for anything:
—brave
for anything:
—new
for any:
—world
...
&face ourselves;
...
(drip. drip. drip.)
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There once was a wild dog
That dog lived a life.
But one day, that dog died.
Did that dog have a name,
or was that dog just...dog?
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-&-
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He was brushing his teeth in front of her, roughly, vigorously. He had been scrubbing at his body for hours and now scouring his teeth, it was almost humorously identical to that of a surgeon preparing for his next surgery. Almost.
Her radical thoughts were her downfall. She opened her lips and finally spoke to the man before her, not cursing nor condescending him, but merely musing to him.
"I have a dream: To see a faithful man brush away harlotry with a single toothbrush."
Naruto's bright smile faded the moment the boat reached the dock. His cerulean orbs darkened and his lips pursed in a pensive manner at the sight before him. The dock being worn down did not bother him, but the rats that festered through the crates, the red smears of blood that were presented on the docks decaying wood, and the missing planks did. What was more unexpected was the fact that rain was beginning to take it's toll, a downpour had surprised the team's landing. Only a few hours ago, when they were still sailing on the ship, the sun was out and the sky was bright and cloudless. Here, however, the sky was saturated with blackness and a foreboding aura lingered.
Naruto glanced back to see the Sasuke's or Sakura's expression, for he already knew Kakashi's would be just as grim as his was. Sasuke's facade did not falter, his thin lips were still in their typical line, and his eyes staring blankly into the horizon, or at least what he assumed was the horizon. The Uchiha cupped his hand to resemble that of a visor so he could block the rain from entering his eyes, once settling his hand on his forehead, Naruto caught a clear second of an angered expression. "Hey bastard, I'm not liking this." Naruto advised, walking back up the boat's ramp.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted with an apathetic expression, hinting to Naruto that he could care less.
Sakura had made her way out of the cabin with Kakashi following slowing behind her. She gave a small, shocked squeak when she was greeted with the heavy rain. Pausing to look at the village they were about to enter, she took in a deep breath. She glanced at Sasuke for a moment, her face was filled with a downtrodden and apprehensive look. Her expression quickly turned into a hurt one when Sasuke glanced away without hesitation.
"We will make this trip quick." Kakashi assured the three younger ones. "We will have the rest of the day for venturing, gathering information, and scoping the grounds for the possible whereabouts of our first item." He readjusted his headband so it was casting a shadow on his eyes. The rain now running off his headband and away from his eyes, he continued, "Sake."
"Che." Sasuke snorted. "That stupid drunk."
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Sakura presses her breast against Naruto, her arms wrap around his waist, and her head burrows into the back of his neck.
"Sometimes, I think about a life without hurt...—"
Naruto lifts his head up high, trying to escape the urges to tell her, touch her, love her.
"—and all I see is you."
And it takes Naruto every ounce of will-power and more
to not tell her, touch her, nor love her.
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41.
Kakashi handed each one a key to the room. "You are to return here at twenty-one hundred, don't be late. If you are late, those here will be sent out to search for you; therefore, wasting the time we have to gather these items." He said. His silver brows furrowed a bit, the silhouettes of each kid was opaquing the slightest amount. "You are to split up and do your own searches, I know that each one of you are independent and suitable for that task." He paused, focusing a little more chakra into his eyes. If he was already blind, he would damned well make sure to keep whatever version of sight he could. "I am going to stay here and rest," He sighed in defeat, "I need time to regain my chakra and rest."
Each nodded, but Naruto gave a hesitant thought. "Are you sure we should split up, I mean... Sakura-chan..."
"I'll be fine." Sakura smiled, reassuringly.
Sasuke snorted.
Sakura stared blankly at all the decomposing bodies she passed, she had to stop four times already to avoid stepping on a pack of rats that passed her. "It's almost exactly like my home." Sakura whispered to herself, her pace not slowing. Her eyes scoped the area looking for any alley's that would lead to a marketplace, or at least some stalls. She had heard of sake before, but to her knowledge, she has never had it. Sake was banned nowadays, and, therefore, the only likely reason they could bribe Tsunade with it.
Her ears perked and her senses heightened when she found a dark galleria. A mixture of moans and yells were originating from inside the opened door, and Sakura was wondering whether or not she was welcomed. Hesitantly, Sakura gathered the courage to place her hand on the door's side and enter the room. Stalls upon end, an innumerable amount of people, crowded, and touching and flirting and bargaining. She ran a hand through her tangled pink locks to wring out some of the rain's water, as well as to keep her bangs from shielding her eyes.
She pressed on into the crowd. This time she took note to all of the glass shards, the syringes, the blood, and the pills that scattered the ground—these were things she would rather avoid stepping on. She accidentally bumped into a few women several different times, but since the room was filled with so much noise, she could only give an apologetic look. Sakura was shocked when someone grabbed her arm, she fought against the hand, but to no avail did they loosen their grip. "Hey, pretty lady. What's your number?" A man yelled to her, he then continued to introduce himself, "I'm No. 2495." Sakura continued tugging at her arm. "You're wanting to buy something? We have all kinds of things at my stall, come."
He dragged her across the room, ignoring the fact that she was tripping over passed out bodies and debris. "I have all sorts of things." He told her, showing her his stall. "Look, I've got organs—doesn't look like you need them though, you look pretty damn fine, but if you know someone... Here, look, I've got some pills, some shooters, Mindical, Orpheum, Zygam. Large syringes to the less noticeable, but those cost more. I even have some sex—if you're interested, I can show you the slaves. We have both men and women, which ever way you swing. There's some—"
"No thanks." Sakura shook her head. She looked behind her too see another man, carrying a long bottle towards the back of the large room. "Sorry, I'm looking for something else." She tried to look give him an apologetic look, but nothing came. Instead, she just turned around and began walking towards the opposite end, maybe there they would have some sake. The man behind her gave her an dull, inert stare before he turned around and began looking for his next possible customer.
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...
She's touching him. She's touching him. She's touching him.
He tries to escape, he tries to fight and hurt and destroy and break and kill her.
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
She keeps repeating. She keeps repeating it. She keeps repeating it.
She'll repeat it another 1000 times.
He'll only say it once.
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42.
Sakura wandered for a while, stall to stall, person to person, but little success was being provided. "Hello?" Sakura called to a woman with red hair.
"No. 28374." The woman said aloud, introducing herself. She then sent Sakura a questioning look and stopped for the girl to catch up. The red-haired woman stared down at Sakura, almost as though she was looking at a virgin. She took a moment to push back her glasses and flick a couple bangs away before asking, "What do you need, No..?"
"Sak—... No. 1178." Sakura filled in for the woman. "Do you know where to find—?"
"You need a new outfit." The red-haired woman said in a definite tone, "Come here to my stall." She beckoned Sakura to follow her as she pushed through the massive crowd, knowing that Sakura was still following her, she began explaining, "You can't come here in such modest clothing, No. 1178." She waited for the girl to get to her side before going into a further depth. "Have you been locked in a room for centuries? No one dresses with such long shorts or a shirt." She pointed to her own clothing then. "See, look. We wear fish nets, midriffs, short skirts, wrap-up heels, that stuff. Do you have a man?" She asked as they arrived at her small store. "Well, I mean, how many different men do you typically sleep with a week?"
"U-Uh..." Sakura bit her lip and looked at the woman pathetically. "My... Well, the guy makes me stay with him. And, well... I like him back, and I don't want to make him angry and..."
Her jaw dropped. "A girl like you, flourishing into a beautiful flower. You can't be kept to one man! You should be out in the world exploring, here, take some of this." The woman said, "It's free. They're just samples, but take some. Maybe it'll improve your love life." She laughed, "Here come this way to the room." She looked at Sakura, who was still staring at the pills she handed her. "Don't be like that, just take them. Quick!"
Sakura was suspicious, but followed the instructions the woman gave her.
(follow. follow. follow.)
"It's a place that 'Our Father' created himself." The woman provided, "In here, there are many different samples of items you can try. He wanted us to be happy, bless him, so we are. We are stable just like he planned, a well balanced community." She paused, gave a hearty sigh, and then looked at the pink-haired girl. "I don't understand how you can only sleep with one man, how many times a week do you have sex?"
"I think he's scared." Sakura said sadly. "Or, I mean, maybe I'm bad at it."
She snorted. "He's just a prude. I'm sure he's not to be trusted. It's usually only the corrupt who are prude, who don't believe in 'Our Father's' beliefs. How everyone—"
"Everyone belongs to everyone." Sakura filled in. The room was very warm, almost too warm.
No. 28374 smiled. "Exactly. Here, why don't you try giving this to him, it should calm him down, loosen him up." She said, handing her a green vial of liquid. "Just put it in a syringe and apply it to the blood stream. A couple of the pills I gave you earlier have a strong dose of this drug in it, if you haven't already noticed the difference in temperature and you're...how do I put this, sexual desire?"
"N-Nuhh." Sakura panted, staring at the woman. Her red-hair was becoming an even more vibrant shade, and her skin paling. Sakura blinked a few times, but the newly acquired hues did not disappear. "I'm..." She paused to intake another breath, "I'm looking for sake." Sakura breathed and then coughed.
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His finger traces along her jaw-line, slowly retracing several scars in the process.
She stares at him, because he isn't a touchy-feely, mushy-mushy type of person. She is worried that he has the flu, or small pox or the bubonic plague or prostate cancer or any illogical sickness that would make him abnormal.
"I love you." He whispers into her skin.
And it is so muffled and murmured and slurred and atypical, her heart skipped a beat.
That was the first time in her three years of marriage to him, in her life, that he had ever said that.
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43.
"It looks like you have been off these drugs for a little too long, their effects are stronger than normal.'" She said in a disappointed tone, "I thought Orochimaru told you that taking these drugs in an unsystematic time period strengthened their side-effects." The woman laughed and patted Sakura's head. "Don't worry, honey, after I'm finished with you, I'll give you whatever items you want, No. 1178."
Sakura's vision went completely black, and the last thing she remembered was falling into the arms of the red-haired woman.
"Do you believe in love?"
She's punching and kicking, she'll save them at the cost of her life.
—because she loves them.
(pant. pant. pant.)
"Do you believe in living?"
She's bleeding and hemorrhaging, but it's for them, for you can't live a life without freedom.
—because she wants them to continue living.
(gasp. gasp. GASP.)
"Do you believe?"
She's not ready to die, she's not ready because she still had a full life ahead of her. She's scared and honest.
—because she believes in them.
(BANG! BANG! BANG!)
She's punching and kicking, she's bleeding and hemorrhaging, she's broken but fighting. They keep hitting, and hitting and hitting and hitting.
—because she will do anything for them.
(splatter. splatter. splatter.)
"You have the eyes of a true martyr."
(END OF TRANSMISSION)
Lights flickered on and off, almost resembling a breaking strobe light. Sasuke's brows furrowed, contemplating whether or not it was even worth going through the area of the town. The rancor of sex filled the already sticky air of the room giving him the urge to vomit, even the heat was unbearable for one with clothes one. All he remembered though was that Sakura had headed in this direction when they dispersed, and that's what worried him. He had been able to keep her in his sight for about an hour in a black market, but when someone grabbed his arm to show off their stall—that's when he lost her.
He remembered seeing Sakura's bright pink hair fusing with red hair, the woman beside her was pointing at Sakura's outfit, and the last thing he saw was her hand something to the girl. Sakura, the all too trusting one, would have accepted and followed any given directions if asked.
Sasuke stiffened when he felt a pair of hands snake around his abdomen from behind. Itching towards his kunai pouch on his thigh, Sasuke spun around, kunai to a red-haired woman's throat. Sasuke's glare heightened, the hue looked the same color as the woman that Sakura had been walking with earlier. "What do you want?" Sasuke hissed, continuing to eye the woman with caution. People in this town were already sketchy enough, when they touched you they could have done millions of things with barely that touch.
"Follow me." She directed him, her hand's letting go of his body, but replacing on his bicep. Sasuke watched carefully as the woman stroked his arm and buried the instigated rage that was burning inside of him.
When the woman finally let go of his arm, Sasuke stared at the building in front of him that resembled a hut.
"Follow me, please..."
And, he pushed any craving to walk away down, and, for some reason, did as he was told. "Where are we?" He questioned, examining every wakening detail of the building he had now entered.
The building was darker than it was on the outside, a fleeting light was dimmed approximately every hundred feet in the hallway. Sasuke noted the sight of a few rats running around and eating what looked like...limbs? He frowned, it somehow reminded him of that hell-hole he escaped from. Blood was dripping from the ceiling, the smell of mold and sex filled the air that surrounded him. Moans were emanating from the rooms to his left and right, in the never-ending hallway, right before there was the light, there was a room to both sides of him.
When he tried to look inside, it was almost pure black, once in a while he would catch the gleaming of skin. He only could hear the movements of two bodies, the groans of the man, and the gasps of the woman. He averted his eyes in pure disgust.
"Where are we?" Sasuke repeated his question.
The woman smiled and her hand shot down to his when the reached the end of the hallway. There was only one room to his left, and a blood-spattered cement wall to his left. She guided him into the room before him, and a dim light filtered into this room. "This is our whorehouse."
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Itachi.
He did this.
He has destroyed everything in his life.
And to think that this man still has the courage to call him, Sasuke, his brother.
He had looked up to him for—
forever plus one years.
But, he...
He destroyed him—
in only one day.
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44.
The Uchiha stared wide-eyed into the room, he could see the pink-hair that gleamed under the dimmed light, and the skin that was being revealed. He took note of the shadow that loomed in the opposite corner, the shadows covering his body. His fists began to clench tightly, the previous confusion blending into a paralyzing shock.
Hate, rage, shame, regret, every emotion he has ever and never experienced was running through his veins. Before he could turn around and slay the woman behind him, he felt a prick against the back of his neck.
"F-Fuck..." Sasuke gasped, falling to the ground.
A small chuckle was emanating the room. "Ku...ku...ku..." Sasuke narrowed his onyx eyes, trying his best to see the silhouette of the man; yet, to no avail could he see any definition of the figure.
The touches that he felt against his back evaporated and the woman behind him was nowhere to be found. All he heard was the sliding of the door behind him, locking him in the room with the girl. The Uchiha slumped against the cement door behind him, falling gracelessly to the ground.
"Don't you see what you are doing, No. 451?" The man asked, slowly his steps began echoing inside the room. "Look at the girl, Sakura...I believe you called her?"
The tenseness of his muscles dimmed, the emotions that were running through him completely disappeared, and the need for the body that was crumpled on the ground across the room for him intensified ten-fold. "G-Guh...—" Sasuke moaned aloud, shaking, crawling his way towards the girl on the ground. "Sakura...who d-did this to you?" Sasuke managed to choke out, his fingers grazing the tips of hers.
"Nu-uh, uh." The voice hissed, the shadow now unfolding. The dim light scattered onto the man's whitewhitewhite face and Sasuke fought the urge to curse the man. "You really want to touch her some more, No. 451...Oh wait, I mean...Sasuke-kun?"
The girl was laying in the corner, her face was blank, but there was an emotion next to despair that her eyes displayed. Her nakedness, made Sasuke shake, the bruises, the cuts, the blood. Sasuke's fingers that had previously been grazing Sakura's was now grasping for the girl's hand desperately.
(the blood, the blood, the blood.)
Touch it.
Taste it.
Touch it. Touch it.
Taste it. Taste it.
"Who did this to you?" Sasuke spat at the girl, shaking her forearm, shaking her, pleading her to tell him.
Those once green, green eyes didn't glance towards him, but continued staring blankly through him. "S-SAKURA!" Sasuke screamed, his body trying to fight the drug the woman shot into him. "FUCKING ANSWER ME!" He scowled and scathed and hissed and yelled.
"This is what happens when you are around the corrupted." The man shrugged, his white hand stretching to stroke a pale pink strand of hair from Sakura's face.
Sasuke thrashed. "Don't touch her."
"I told you, Sasuke-kun. You did this to her—you are corrupting her." He then laughed and threw a kick to Sasuke's ribs. "You touch her, you talk to her, you breathe near her, you make her remember. Everything you fucking do, destroys all the work I put into her, into this society."
"O-Orochimaru..." He breathed, the name stinging his numb body. "This isn't a fucking society." Sasuke growled. "You have destroyed our government, I'll be damned if I don't 'corrupt' this world."
"And that's why, my dearest Sasuke-kun, I am going to break you...—"
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He leaves her once at the offer of strength, power—his own corruption.
He comes back
"I love you with all of my heart!"
(for her).
She leaves him once for the sake of lives, for the sake of true love—for his sake.
"Thank you."
She can't find her way back.
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45.
"Sasuke-kun...—"
He can feel Sakura's still beating heart, he can see her eyes still so dead inside, and he can see her chest rise up and down with her breaths. She managed to choke out a single sob, before one of Orochimaru's snakes began to wrap around her throat.
"We are the dead."
A/N: Fantasterrificul is so a word. Fantasterrificul is this story.
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