Warnings: Profanity, slavery, incomplete.
Disclaimer: I really don't own Naruto.

Summary: Orochimaru is a man in power. He owns Naruto and Sasuke. (AU, obviously...)

Author's note: ...I have no idea where this is going...help me? If you wanna play with them, go ahead! Give me credit, though, and tell me what you're doing, 'cause I might wanna copy you, back. (:

Title: untitled
Narrator: unknown guy
Rating: PG-13 for profanity and mature concepts.
Author: Taes
Status: incomplete, up for grabs if you wanna try it.
Date written: September somethingth (either the 1st or the 2nd? Maybe before that? It was in my notebook...)
What I wrote it for: I read a book.

untitled by Taes

Their eyes were just like ours, only deeper set, and without the wrinkles our old get. The taller blond's were amazingly blue, and his quirked smile was accented by the loose, golden hair. The smaller Jap, he got black hair so deep it's blue, hey? It ain't like ours, it ain't brown or coarse. You get me, don'cha. It's a silky kinda string and fine as could be, yeah? Yeah, I can see why the two Fuck-asses were little more than whores.

I can see real good, see?

Dancing smiles, both of 'em. It was like watching a fly swim in the air, really, with that crappy feel of shityness.

I got the feelin', m'bro, that if you mixed their skin together, huh? If you mixed it up, and could make it like one guy's, you'd get a healthy honey wash, better 'n the cleanest guy like me. An knowin' this, I had to spit, to get the taste outta my mouth...yeah.

Their clothes. Yeh, that clothing's like designer slut wear, hell yeh. They looked good, with just enough skin showing, and just enough covered up.

Yeah, real good, see?

Too good to look at us in our poverty, at our dirt-caked skin and hungry forms. They got it good, man, not at all like us, hey?

You know what I mean. You been there, huh? You just like us, not like them, not a climber.

"What're you lookin' at, ho?" I called, my voice loud. They finally got to me. I stepped closer, imposing my height and build on them. I mean, I ain't the biggest, heaviest guy around, but I sure as hell am bigger 'n them. They're daisies, and I'm a rock. My eyes glowed, my hair stood on end, and they had the nerve to not even flinch!

Imagine the fools.

I coulda pounded either one of 'em, and they don't even blink!

"Fuck you, man—" I'm yelling, handing out words like knives and hopin' they wanna tango, y'know? It's too much ta take, livin like we do. And I'll sure as hell wipe the ground with their sorry asses,the bastards.

The blond prince laughs, while his king watches through slitted, amused and golden eyes. The king turns away—safe in the slums, the bastard's so f'ing powerful—and leaves his pets to me. I can't help but grin.

"Nice choice a words, fuck-wad." White teeth flashed in that gently tanned face, and the contrast had my eyes in moments.

That's when I realized that their badass tattoos weren't quite what I thought. Shit, it was like a spider web, wound up and coiled like rope with tiny, flower-like kisses. The raven prince's was like a choker, a vampire necklace that came together just off the center. It made the seal on his neck less noticeable, but even a Natural like me can feel the power...

The blond Cat, with his painful laughter and huge grins, his is hidden behind a wave of hair, but a breeze reveals the web. This time, it's like the spider got wet, and spun a web thicker 'n the raven's, and only on half the face. Up above the forehead, hey? Around the edge just enough to touch a sarcastic eyebrow and stopping at a curve just under his eye. Like the others, his web near glowed, and if I concentrated, I could feel the chains.

The ropes and coils and needlebites that bound the two ho's to their King, the snake lord.

"You think you got it so bad?" I scream at 'em, huh? And the Raven doesn't even think of me. He's off somewhere in his head, not even on the same world like the rest of us.

And Cat, yeah, Cat with his six whiskers on his round face? He's a picture! He just grins at me, a snide ol' grin like m'ol' pop used to have, ri' before they turned his face in.

But the Jap answers first. "Don't even think of comparing us." The words caught me off, y'know? It's like everything shoulda been sensual, pretty, even, but him? Yeah, this Raven, he's like ice, man, he's like gettin' stuck by a knife in the gut...

I crow, laughing now, 'cause I know they can't touch me! A slave lifts a hand on a Natural, and shit, man, they're gone 'fore they even know what hit 'em! Haha, yeah, no shit, man. I can deal with a couple a slaves.

"We different, ho, we ain't got special food or clothes like you do!" and it looked so cool in the killing sun, it looked so great.

Makes a guy want some time alone with this kinda slave.

Cat's smile is sad now, and I think of my old nana, my old lady sayin' that there's a cat in the sky, crying down on all o' us asses.

The Jap's laughing like he know, too. I spit again, but I soon think better of doing it another time, 'cause my mouth's as dry as hell. I want a soda, I want water, damn it, something to help my throat.

But my head's hurting like hell, and my hands are achy too.

I don't want to hear about their troubles. I don't want to hear about how a slave can hurt, too...

We've got enough of our own problems, hey?

Help me figure out what this is, and I'll probably write it into a longer short story...