This is your last warning!

The following chapters are going to contain violence in form of abuse, detailed rapes on minors and foul language. This story is rated M for a reason.

The rape-scenes won't be too dirty, but more to show the victim's pain. So they are mostly there to show you how horrible it is, not to make you drool or have a nosebleed.

But if you find the rape-scenes hot I won't judge you (in fact, I will jump up and down in joy).

If you have any questions concerning this story I will answer them as soon as I can.

You are one of God's mistakes

H o w I t A c h e s

P a r t I

There was a loud crash coming from a white, normal-sized house in Konohagakure, the fourth January, a Monday.

Uzumaki Naruto was the reason of that crash. He had, once again, managed to drop a glass on the floor.

"Tsk, tsk." The man behind Naruto shook his head to show his disapproval. "You clumsy little idiot, clean it up. And feed Manda before you go to school."

Naruto nodded. The taller man didn't make another sound as he walked out of the kitchen to get ready for another day at work. Not until Naruto was sure that his guardian, Orochimaru, was gone could he bend down and pick up the big parts of glass.

He then proceeded to go over to the corner and get the broom. Naruto had a bad habit of dropping things when he was nervous or scared. It didn't matter what he was holding – whether it was a book, a glass or an animal. He was never going to tell Orochimaru how many times he had dropped Manda, the big snake Orochimaru loved and adored.

Not until the pieces were swiped up and thrown away did Naruto stop to take a breath. He walked out of the kitchen and through the neatly clean living room. He opened the door next to Orochimaru's and his own bedroom, and walked inside.

There was a big, thick snake curled up behind the thin glass wall in the room, and Naruto couldn't help the way his throat became dry. He hated Manda, he really did.

The thought of opening the glass door was even worse than the thought of gripping one of the rats in the little cage in the room. But he did it without a sound, and without dropping the rat. He had done this a lot of times now, and it didn't bother him very much to know that he was the one that had put the rat in the terrarium to meet death.

When he was done, he brushed his hands off on his shapeless clothes. He walked back into the kitchen to see if Orochimaru had left him something to eat, when he spotted the clock. His eyes widened and he ran out in the hall.

Just as he reached out his hand to grab his jacket, his wrist was caught.

"Where do you think you're going?" Orochimaru spat. Naruto tried not to make a face, or whimper.

"To school," Naruto murmured. Orochimaru smirked.

"Very well. I'll be home early, so I want you to wait up for me."

Naruto nodded as Orochimaru let go off him. The long-haired man gestured towards the front door, and Naruto took his jacket before running off. He didn't stop until he was just five minutes from his school.

Orochimaru would be home early – that meant that he was back from his work at the hospital before midnight. That explained his guardian's good mood this morning.

Naruto stood still for a moment, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

He was a fast runner, but afterwards he always became so tired. He heard his stomach growl, and he felt it clench – an after effect from being both hungry and stressed out. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to take a few calming breaths before continuing to run.

He reached the big, wooden doors to his school and had a little trouble forcing one of them open. They were always open before the first class started, and when they were closed it meant that you were late.

He didn't stop until he reached his locker and he just stuck in his hand and felt around with his slender fingers. He felt a thick book and grabbed it, looking it over before closing his locker again.

He jogged to the classroom where he always had Religion on Mondays. The door was already closed, and he waited a while outside before knocking. He heard the teacher's voice telling him to enter, and he did so.

Umino Iruka frowned at the sight of him, and Naruto suddenly felt very self-conscious. He knew that his hair was ruffled from running, and that his scarred cheeks probably were rosy.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Iruka gave him a stern look, and it wasn't until then that Naruto saw the unfamiliar boy by the teacher's side. He had dark, spiky hair and dark eyes.

"Sit down, Naruto. If you're late one more time I'll have to call your parents."

Naruto nodded and sat down on the empty seat next to Hyuuga Hinata. She blushed and looked away. Naruto looked back up on Iruka and the new student. He put two and two together and realized that he must be the youngest son in the family that had moved in across the street.

"So, Naruto, this is Uchiha Sasuke." Iruka said. "Sasuke, you can sit next to Kiba." Iruka pointed out a brown-haired boy with a wide grin on his face. Sasuke simply nodded and walked over to the empty seat next to the brunet.

Naruto watched, amazed, as Sasuke walked between him and Hinata. The new student seemed to own the grace and beauty of a swan. He, Naruto himself, was neither graceful nor beautiful. In fact, he was rather ugly and very clumsy.

"Okay then. Let's start with Hinduism…"

UAUAUA

Sasuke walked calmly out of the classroom with his new classmate, Inuzuka Kiba, next to him. It was very easy to get along with Kiba, and Sasuke had already figured out that Kiba's greatest passion – next to pulling pranks – was dogs.

"Oi, Uchiha," Kiba grinned. "Do you wanna see something funny?"

Sasuke nodded, but he wasn't so sure that he wanted to experience what Kiba found funny. A few other guys that had walked behind them ran up to them with excited faces to watch. Kiba nodded and raised his hand to make them stop.

Then he ran after a skinny blonde boy that was walking with his books tight to his chest like a shield. The blonde boy either didn't hear him or ignored him.

Sasuke watched, as if in slow motion, how Kiba raised his hand. The hand didn't stop until it was next to the blonde's ear, and then the brunet snapped is fingers.

The corridor went silent as the blonde kid dropped all his books in surprise and spun around, only to stumble over the books and fall down on the floor.

Kiba and the students that were there to watch started to laugh, and Sasuke frowned. That wasn't very nice. He watched how the blonde gathered his books slowly before standing up.

Sasuke didn't hear what the blonde said, but he had always been good at reading lips, since his brother had taught him just a few years ago. The blonde had apologized – which confused Sasuke a great deal.

"What an idiot! He always does that!" Kiba was still grinning widely, but he had stopped laughing. "He must be the clumsiest moron I've ever met!"

"What's his name?" Sasuke asked.

"Dude," Kiba said with a chuckle, "I have no idea."

Sasuke looked at the other guys, but they just shrug before leaving to their own lockers. When they were gone, a red-haired boy with a red mark on his forehead joined them.

"Making fun of Uzumaki again, Inuzuka?" The red-head wondered with a dangerous look on his face. Kiba didn't reply or even look at the red-head. Sasuke looked at the red-head, who glanced over at him.

"I'm Uchiha Sasuke." Sasuke tried to look friendly, but he gave up almost immediately. It wasn't his thing, so to speak.

The red-head snorted and walked away, but looking over his shoulder just once to throw Kiba a dirty glare. As soon as the red-head was gone, Kiba smirked. "That's Sabaku no Gaara. A real creep. You saw the tattoo on his forehead? They say that he did it himself with some red paint and a needle."

Sasuke arched a dark brow. It looked too nice to be done at home. Itachi had a tattoo on his upper arm, but Sasuke had never thought about getting one. He knew that it was illegal, but Itachi's friend – Pein-something – owned a tattoo studio.

"So, I guess you're coming with me for P.E.? Right?" Kiba grinned. "You'll laugh until you're crying – the blonde kid is in our class."

Sasuke followed in silence, and when they reached the gym he talked to the teacher, who allowed him to sit out until he got his uniform. He didn't laugh until he was crying, but he had to confess that the blonde boy sure was a clumsy one.

The blonde looked nervous in whatever he did, as if he had someone watching over his shoulder and muttering snide remarks in his ear. They played basket, and the blonde was shorter than most of the males and some of the girls.

Kiba's team won. The green-clad, somewhat hyper teacher gave the team captain – a boy named Nara Shikamaru – a hug for leading his team into the sweet victory. Shikamaru looked like he was ready to run away.

After P.E. they took their time to get to the Math class, where they had to wait for their teacher in almost five minutes. When the teacher finally arrived, Sasuke wasn't very impressed.

He was tall, very tall and had a big grin on his face.

Sasuke sat down with Kiba, Shikamaru and two other boys that were named Aburame Shino and Akimichi Chouji. Chouji almost took two seats, and he was even worse than the blonde kid during P.E. from what Sasuke had gathered.

"Good morning," the teacher said as he closed the door. Sasuke noticed that the teacher's grey hair was even longer in the back, almost reaching his butt. "I heard we had a new student…"

Kiba snapped his fingers in the air, gaining the teacher's attention.

"Oh. There you are! I'm Jiraiya, and you're Uchiha Sasuke – correct?"

Sasuke nodded, unsure of what to say. The man talked a bit strangely, as if he was the God sent gift to mankind.

Jiraiya put them to work, and Sasuke watched him walk over to the blonde skinny kid. He leaned a little forward to hear what they were saying.

"Are you okay, kiddo? You look a little down." Jiraiya grinned. Sasuke couldn't see the blonde boy's face, only the small back and the messy hair.

Sasuke shrugged it off and then turned back to his math book. The class ran through smoothly, if you didn't count that Sasuke almost didn't get anything done. Kiba was horrible at maths, so Sasuke had the pleasure to help him out.

Sasuke himself was actually pretty good with maths and any other subjects where you had to think logical. The blonde kid seemed to have just as much trouble as Kiba – he used the eraser more than Sasuke used his during the entire day.

Jiraiya didn't seem to mind helping him, and therefore Sasuke didn't bother to ask if he needed help. He probably wouldn't have helped the boy otherwise either, because Sasuke got the impression that Kiba and the other boys didn't like Naruto. Or at least they ignored him.

After maths they made their way to the cafeteria, which was filled with students. He sat down with Kiba, Shikamaru, Shino and Chouji, and later three girls joined them.

The girls were each others' complete opposite, and Sasuke found himself staring a little too long on the short, dark-haired girl's chest. She wasn't much more than big breasts, Sasuke realized. She didn't say anything during their entire meal and neither did she look up to show her face.

The two other girls asked him questions about his old place and if he had any friends or girlfriends there. Like he would ever get a girlfriend – he was far too anti-social to even consider it. It wasn't like he hadn't thought of it; actually, he did it pretty often.

He wondered if he would ever have a girlfriend, but he couldn't picture himself with a girl.

He tried to picture himself next to Haruno Sakura, one of the girls at their table, but her pink hair irked him. Then he tried to see himself with Yamanka Ino, the other girl, but it didn't work very well either. She was taller than him with that dangerously long ponytail and she had a very pale face.

Not that he could blame her for being pale. He was pale, too. It run in his family, and he would never try to get a tan again – it had ended with a terrible sunburn. Some people found it attractive. Sasuke didn't.

Nothing interesting happened until there was a loud slam that shut everybody in the cafeteria up. It was the blonde boy again, but this time he hadn't dropped anything. In fact, it wasn't even the kid's fault.

Sasuke watched as the blonde apologized to the much taller guy that had pushed him into the wall.

Sakura groaned, flipping her pink hair behind her shoulder. "They're always mocking him. It's making me crazy! I wish he could just disappear!"

Sasuke raised his dark eyebrows. "Wouldn't it be better if you stopped the bullying instead?"

Ino rolled her dull, blue eyes. "The teachers have tried, but it doesn't work. I guess there really is something wrong with him."

"Maybe there isn't anything wrong with him."

Sasuke's and the other's eyes snapped towards the girl that had spoken. Sakura had introduced her as Hyuuga Hinata. She looked away, and Sasuke got to see a glint of her face. She was tomato red and had very pale eyes.

"What did you say, Hinata?" Ino asked sweetly.

The girl looked down in her lap again, deciding not to repeat herself again. And Sasuke thought.

She must become my girlfriend.

UAUAUA

About the time Naruto came home, he was tired. But he couldn't rest just yet. He had to clean Manda's terrarium and then he had some homework to do. After that he would have to make dinner to himself and Orochimaru – but that could wait until ten o'clock tonight.

He cleaned as carefully as possible without getting close to the sleeping snake, and then he walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

It is amazing how dirty you can get from cleaning.

He undressed and turned on the warm water. He glared down on his body as the water poured over him. He had small bruises on his thighs, and he found himself staring at them. They had an ugly yellow-green colour. There were more bruises on his hips, these ones with a purple-blue colour.

His hand travelled over the bruises on his thighs, up to the ones on his hips and his hands travelled further up. He reached his stomach, and could feel his ribs under his fingertips. He travelled further, and didn't stop until he felt the little wound on his shoulder.

Maybe he shouldn't play with the rats before he gave them to Manda again. Who knew they could bite so hard?

UAUAUA

Orochimaru came home a little after ten o'clock, and ate the food Naruto had cooked with a crooked smirk on his pale face. Naruto knew what that smirk on meant. It meant more bruises on his hips and on his thighs.

Naruto hated to have those bruises. He hated it. He hated having the bruises more than the man that caused them. He hated having bruises more than the reason. He hated to be marked.

Once, he had dreamt of being free, that there would be no one to mark him. That was silly, really. Orochimaru would always be there to mark him, own him.

So Naruto wasn't very surprised when Orochimaru dragged him into their bedroom and started to caress him slowly, gently.

His pale, long fingers travelled over Naruto's now naked back. Orochimaru stroked over Naruto's arms, over his chest and didn't stop until they reached Naruto's thighs. Orochimaru liked Orochimaru's thighs for some reason, almost as much as he loved Naruto's butt.

One of the long fingers slid inside of Naruto. It wasn't that bad for Naruto, he was used to it by now. But he could never tell if Orochimaru enjoyed it or not; with the way his pale lips were a thin line and his yellow-brown, almost golden, eyes narrowed as if he was concentrated to the fullest. Orochimaru always did this before the bruises came.

Naruto sucked in a breath as two other fingers were added to his tight hole and started to make their way in and out of him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing and breathing.

"Good boy," Orochimaru murmured. "You've been such a good boy today."

A fourth finger was added, and made their way in and out. Naruto tried to blink the tears away as his back moved against the silk sheets. Orochimaru finally removed his long fingers, and Naruto got the chance to breathe normally. He tried not to clench his muscles, because he knew from experience that it would only hurt.

He stared up in the ceiling above the bed and listened as Orochimaru undressed. The sounds of drawers being opened echoed in Naruto's empty mind. All he could think of was what he had done to deserve this.

Orochimaru smirked, and his almost-golden eyes seemed to glitter in the dim light. He leaned over Naruto and his cold lips met Naruto's warm chest. His damp, pink tongue travelled over Naruto's skin, over a nipple and down to Naruto's flat stomach. The tongue reached Naruto's bellybutton and dipped in the little crater.

Naruto closed his eyes, feeling Orochimaru's silk hair tickle his sides and chest. It would hurt soon, he knew that. He didn't want this; he really didn't want this to happen again. He arched his back a little of the bed, unconsciously.

A whimper was caught in Naruto's throat as Orochimaru's lips and tongue reached his bright, almost invisible, pubic hair. His guardian let out a short, dark chuckle before licking the tip of Naruto's dick.

Naruto tensed, but he didn't resist or fight it. He knew that it was worthless to fight something that couldn't be won over. Orochimaru licked again, but Naruto didn't fight the heat that coiled in his lower abdomen.

It was no point in trying not to get aroused, because it didn't matter anymore.

Orochimaru let his cold hands slid down to Naruto's hips, and he caressed the blue marks that adorned those slim hips. One of the hands encircled Naruto's penis, and started stroking it gently.

Naruto didn't suppress the moan that escaped his mouth – Orochimaru hated it when Naruto held back. His breathing was getting a little laboured, as his dick was pumped into a fully erect state.

Orochimaru gave the same low, dark chuckle as before, and he leaned back to watch the blonde boy on his bed. "Good boy, Naruto."

Naruto didn't answer, nor did he recognize the words Orochimaru had spoken. Only when Naruto was naked would Orochimaru call him a "good boy," otherwise it was insults and name-calling.

That was why Naruto also liked being in Orochimaru's bed. He hated what happened, and the bruises that graced his body – but he loved hearing that he was a good boy, and Orochimaru knew that.

"Be a good boy and get up on all fours."

Naruto obeyed, standing on all fours and waiting for Orochimaru to do something. He gave a small cry when something slick entered him. He knew what it was – Orochimaru's tongue. Sometimes he wished that he could cut it off.

The tongue went further in inside of him, and Naruto squeezed his eyes shut tight. He was starting to breathe heavily as the tongue retreated, only to licking around Naruto's pink hole.

Naruto wished he couldn't hear those smacking sounds that made Orochimaru so excited. He wished he couldn't hear Orochimaru's pants as the tongue disappeared from his ass.

"Spread your legs." Orochimaru hissed, and slowly started moving inside of Naruto's asshole. He leaned over Naruto, still thrusting in and out, and licked in the nape of his neck. "Good…ahh…boy."

Naruto's guardian speeded up, his chest pressed against Naruto's back and his cock going in and out of the entrance. Naruto gasped as something – he didn't know what it was – was stroked by Orochimaru's penis.

It always felt good, but Naruto had no idea why. It was almost as nice as having Orochimaru pumping his dick.

Orochimaru didn't stop and he clawed a little on Naruto's upper arms, and would probably leave ugly, long marks.

"Oro-orochima-ru!" Naruto tried not to speak, but he couldn't help it – he was always loud. It didn't matter if he was screaming in pleasure or pain – he was always vocal and never late to voice his feelings. Though he often restrained.

"Good, Naruto, good. Clench around me…yes…" Orochimaru leaned his pale forehead between Naruto's shoulder blades. Naruto clenched his muscles, although it hurt. It hurt so badly. "Just… just like that. Good boy, Naruto..."

Orochimaru groaned, and emptied his seed in his adopted son's insides. Naruto moaned, as the semen reached his prostate and tickled against it.

Orochimaru pulled out and sat down on the bed. "Now, Naruto, I want you to touch yourself."

Naruto hated touching himself. It always made his skin itch. He hated it. But the stern, yet tired, look Orochimaru gave him told him that if he even dared to protest he would suffer greater displeasure.

Naruto gripped his own dick and started stroking it, sitting in front of his guardian with his legs spread. Orochimaru licked his pale lips. Naruto stared on his guardian's face; the black eyeliner had run down his cheek a little from all the sweat.

With a moan, Naruto gave a few last strokes and climaxed. His body tensed, and he emptied his load on his hand and stomach, watching a little dribble down on the purple sheets.

"Come here," Orochimaru said with a smirk and pulled Naruto in to a hug. They lay down, and Orochimaru pulled the blankets over their naked, sweaty bodies. It seemed that Orochimaru was tired – usually this torture lasted for hours.

Naruto lay, stiff, next to his guardian's cold body, and tried to sleep. He was tired. Maybe he would get some sleep tonight.

To Be Continued