This chapter is SLIGHTY M. Not terrible.

Sasuke is stupid, he is not right ;) Remember, Italic font for Sasuke and anyone besides Naruto is flashback unless stated otherwise!

It was hard to take, but I made an assumption the moment they were gone.

Naruto wasn't ever going to forgive me.

At least that made it easier to accept the fate I probably would have had anyway. It made it easier to focus on training, and easier to stop thinking about him.

For the past three days, that's what I had done. Trained. An obsessive thought of Naruto never passed my mind. I knew it was pointless to hope. I had walked away from Naruto, then taken what he had left away.

He'd never forgive me.

More than anything, right now, I was thinking of Itachi. I wouldn't be, had it not been for the day Naruto and Sakura came. When Orochimaru came after it was over, was when I finally got it.

"Hello Orochimaru."

"I see I don't have to tell you who I met at the bridge today."

"No."

"What happened? It's bloody." His tone had sounded like he watched the whole thing. He just wanted to hear me say it.

"I'm a monster."

He practically laughed. "Isn't that what you came here for?"

I didn't answer.

"Tell me what happened." Orochimaru continued.

"Itachi came. He made himself look like Naruto. I knew he was fake." I kept my voice at one level the entire time. "I tried to stab him. Sakura thought he was Naru-" I stopped talking.

He laughed again.

"Itachi." I seethed.


"Yes, Itachi."

Since then, I had been seriously considering going after Itachi. Considering how to get away from or deal with Orochimaru, or if worse comes to worse, see if Orochimaru would let me go. Then I could just come back when he wanted a body transfer, and kill him. Or I could just kill him now, and leave Kabuto to the fate I thought he deserved. Or maybe I could just get out of here…

While sitting in the dark of my room, pondering ideas, the door creaked.

Without moving my head, my eyes traveled to Kabuto at the door.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Orochimaru wants you. For something important." Kabuto replied. He didn't have a smirk on his face, so I thought for a second that he might be serious.

"It hasn't been true any other time. What makes you think I'll take your crap now?" I replied.

"He'll be angrier if I tell him to come here." Kabuto didn't reply directly.

I didn't answer, just watched his face for any sign of sarcasm.

"I have a feeling it has to do with Itachi." His face never changed.

I stood up. "If you're lying, I slaughter you." I threatened.

"Fair enough. He's in his room." Kabuto motioned out the door, so I walked out, shoving past him. He didn't follow me, which I thought was strange for him, being Orochimaru's lap dog. It must have been something he wasn't supposed to know about. Which, in other words, meant something important for me.

Orochimaru's room was close by, if you could consider one hundred yards close. I sometimes wondered what all the empty rooms were for, but never asked. I didn't care enough to actually worry about an answer.

I didn't bother knocking, just swung the door open. Naturally, his room was huge, and there were two hallways to joint rooms in it. He wasn't in the main room, which consisted of his bed and a table. The joint room to the right, which could also be accessed by an outside door, was for his experiments. I had never gone in and I never planned to, so I settled for left. The left side harbored a room with another smaller bed, a desk, and a light.

When I opened the door, (Once again without bothering to knock, who cared?) I found him sitting at that desk, back to me. The door had creaked when I came in, so there was no need to announce I was here. If he had really called me, he would know.

He turned slightly at first, then completely. He stood up and turned to face me. There was about ten feet between the two of us.

"Did you send for me?" I asked flatly.

"I did." He replied, smiling bad enough to make an outsider sick. "It seems you can't kill Kabuto."

I didn't ask him how he knew, and I didn't care either. Luckily, he moved on.

"Remember what I said…about you not being able to control your emotions?" He took a few steps forward, and I almost moved back, but thought better of it.

"I do." I starred at him as hard as possible, and avoided flinching when he lifted one arm and I heard the door behind us shut.

"I still haven't tried to fix that." Orochimaru responded, decreasing the distance between us with every second.

I couldn't resist it this time, so I took one step back. It was futile, because he kept slowly moving forward. It wasn't too hard to figure out why Kabuto hadn't followed me.

I had been through this before, though. It was how I got to the way I was now, almost completely without emotion or expression.

But Orochimaru had a different way of doing it then they did back in Konoha for the ANBU. It usually started with a slap or punch. If I could keep a straight face, he would continue at that until it had been long enough, or until I made a face. If he slapped me and I gauged a facial reaction, he did something worse. Kicking, biting, suffocating and knife wounds. I had been through it all the first time we did it. That time I had gotten too beaten up to continue, and he stopped. I slowly got better at, lessening the treatment each time. That was how I learned never to show an emotion, no matter what the case. He hadn't done it in a long time, and I knew the contact with Naruto and Sakura had helped it wear off.

Although I hadn't expected this, nor was I sure I could handle it.

When he finally reached me, his speed decreasing near the end, he reached one hand behind me, leaving it at the nape of my neck. His other hand squeezed my chin and forced me to look up.

I was only a bit smaller than he was, so he only had to tilt his head slightly to be at my ear.

"Naruto."

I cringed and tried to force my head to one side. In a flash, the hand on the back of my neck was digging sharply into my stomach. He didn't let me move though, so I couldn't draw back.

"Naruto. Naruto." Each time I heard his name, I made some reaction. A cringe, a shiver, or a flinch. Each time I reacted, I got punched, kicked, or bit around the neck and shoulders. I could care less about the violence, and didn't react. But the sound of Naruto's name being hissed against my ears was too much. Any work I may have done to stop thinking about him was erased, then the thoughts were increased ten fold within seconds.

I did everything in my physical power to stop. I willed with my mind and body to not do anything with the next torture of his name.

"Naruto."

At first it worked. Orochimaru looked slightly surprised. I had clenched my teeth underneath my lips so he wouldn't see, and narrowed my eyes. I knew my defense wouldn't last long, if it did at all. I already had bruises and teeth indents, but I knew if I couldn't keep this up, those would be the least of my problems.

He smirked slightly, and slid one hand back around to my neck, then up through my hair. He pressed his face against my neck and I ALMOST moved.

"Naruto."

It wasn't just a quick word, he dragged the boys name out to see if I could handle it. I couldn't. My whole body moved when I flinched, and his teeth dug into my shoulder, this time breaking the skin. Blood rose to the surface and dripped, but once again that didn't faze me.

This continued for hours. It took me until I was bleeding heavily and harshly beat up until I was able not to react. I still couldn't feel a thing on my body, but my mind was screaming, and racing with thoughts of Naruto. Orochimaru probably could have tested me further, and despite that he didn't. He just sent me back to my room, looking pleased with himself.

Naruto.

I'd give almost anything, to see Naruto.

Yay! Emotion Training! Not. This story needs SasuNaru action. Which will hopefully come soon! Thanks guys!