Author's Note; Heeeeeey guys! I'm doing a double update today since this chapter is shorter than usual. I don't have much time on the computer these days as I liked to have, working in a Chinese restaurant is mentally exhausting!

Warning; There is some graphic stuff in the beginning of the chapter, so thought I'd warn everyone!

Chapter 11

Naruto

I tried fighting them off, but all I could do was kick and even that was pathetic. Though once I tried biting the guy's dick that was shoved in my mouth but I was hit in the head with what felt like a rock so hard that I saw many different colors in my vision and I wanted to go to sleep. But the pain I felt from them made me stay awake.

I wanted nothing more than to go home. Home was better than this, even with my father beating me up, it was still better than this.

"Look, I think he's finally got the picture." Yaguro's voice laughed from behind me, then I felt him grab my hair and pull my head back by it. I wanted to cry out, but my voice wouldn't come and they all laughed at me again before I was thrown on the ground, nothing but a heap of pain and something else that made me want to throw up for the fifth time since they started.

Then I was picked up by my hair again and brought to my feet, though I could barely stand on my tip toes I was so high as Yaguro's face was brought down to mine.

"You tell anyone, and we'll make sure your life is a living hell." His voice said into my ear, clear as day. "If not, we'll go after your friends and make them do what we did to you while making you watch."

"No, don't." I whimpered, the tears falling down my face again as I was then dropped and kicked in the head before they left.

"Where the fuck am I?" I found myself screaming before I shot up in the bed I was lying in and was reminded of the searing pain in my back a second later, making me wish I didn't move when I heard rushing footsteps come to where I was and the sound of Sasuke's voice calmed me down faster than I thought would be possible, but I still couldn't help but tremble underneath the blankets that were over me.

I wanted to cry, tell them everything and hope and pray that they would still want me in their house after telling them why I couldn't be there with Yaguro there. But the thought that Itachi would kick me out and Sasuke never being my friend again made me think twice. They could also tell my father and that wouldn't be the end of it. Hell, if he found out I'd probably be living on the streets.

"You're at our place Naruto." Sasuke's voice said, but I took a moment to say something.

"Sorry … I thought …" I started saying before I heard two more sets of feet rush into the room and I stopped talking.

"Is everything alright in here?" Itachi asked, my head now low so I couldn't look either of them in the eye.

"Yea, I forgot that I was coming here." I mumbled.

"Naruto, would you like to talk to me?" I heard Ibiki ask, and I felt offended, even if Naruto didn't.

"Sure … but everyone has to be out." I said quickly, still keeping my head low.

"Naruto …" Sasuke started saying, but he suddenly became quiet, so I could only guess that Itachi asked him to be quiet before I heard them leave and close the door behind them, but not without Sasuke saying something.

"See you in a few Naruto." He said when the door closed, and Ibiki walked up to the side of the bed and sat down on it. I guess he wanted to get started now that I was awake. He probably had to go back to the school when he was done.

"So, Naruto, are you feeling better than yesterday?" Ibiki asked.

"Physically, or mentally?" I asked sarcastically.

"Both actually." Ibiki said when there was a sudden knock on the door. Startling me enough to flinch slightly, and I was surprised that it didn't hurt when I did.

"I brought Ibiki a chair in case he wanted one." Sasuke's voice said through the door before Ibiki got up and opened it.

"Thank you Sasuke, it might be a while before the two of us are done." He said, taking the chair thankfully before he closed the door and came back, sitting the chair close to the bed as he sat down. "Naruto, you know that I'm recording our conversation, right?"

"Yea, I know." I nodded, it was obvious. He's a trained psychologist that teaches in my school … last time I heard, he was in interrogation in Konoha's police force.

The most brutal man of them all.

"I'm not here to make you frightened, and you don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to talk about it." Ibiki said, and I nodded.

"Alright, wanna tell me what happened when you first met Yaguro?" Ibiki asked, straight to the point, and that was what I was afraid of.

"That's too direct …" I mumbled.

"Sorry, I'll redirect." He said with a small nod, understanding instantly and I couldn't help but lower my head again. "When was the first time you saw Yaguro?"

"I was eleven, skipping school because I was sick and tired of being picked on by everyone around me because I was different. I ended up being near the high school when I was pulled to the side by him and his two friends; Sanju and Minari. Sadly, I don't know their last names either." I answered, probably too quietly for the recorder, but knowing Ibiki, he brought a very sensitive recorder that can record any sound made. But I would never be sure.

"May I know what they said and did when they pulled you to the side?" Ibiki asked, and I felt hesitant in answering.

And like I knew it was going to happen, my whole body began shaking while I made fists so tight that my knuckles were turning white.

"Remember, you don't have to answer." Ibiki reminded me, and I nodded while biting my bottom lip hard.

"They said … since I was being sort of rude because I wasn't having a good day, that they needed to teach me, a little brat, what older kids like them do to us when we're disrespectful." I said before I choked on the rest of what I wanted to say. I could tell I was crying, my shirt was starting to get damp around the neck.

"Take your time." Ibiki reminded, once again.

"I know!" I barked on accident before reaching up with my hands and grabbed at my hair. I wanted to pull each strand out by their roots. "I can't … I can't do this." I found myself saying as I let my hair go and buried my face in my hands. I'd curl up into a ball if I could.

Ibiki didn't say anything after I said that. But if he was, he'd probably repeat everything he's said, and he knew he didn't need repeating. He knew that there needed to be silence because he knew that if he repeated anything I'd start throwing a fit and would hurt myself again. Right now, I'd give anything to have a razor so I could release this pent up anger, frustration and fear so I wouldn't have to talk about it. I hated talking about anything that dealt with me, even if it wasn't my father that dealt the physical pain.

"They raped me for almost two hours and left me there. It took me four hours to get myself up, dressed and to go home so I could wash off the filth." I said quickly, my whole body shuddering so hard that another shot of pain went through my back, but I didn't care. "Fucking Christ, I still feel their filth all over me." I added, wishing I was in the shower again, I wanted to scrub myself off so hard that I started bleeding. That was the only way to get them off of me.

"Do you remember where?" Ibiki asked, and I wanted to hit him so hard that my hand broke.

"In an alley between the high school and the middle school where no one goes during classes." I found myself answering before I forced myself to move out of bed and towards the door.

"Where you going Naruto?" He asked, probably wanting to know if I was going to run off or something, I have no clue.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I don't remember the last time I went." I told him, truthfully and left the room only to find Sasuke coming down the hallway, his face buried in a book he was reading.

"Oi, Naruto, you shouldn't be walking." He said quickly when he noticed I was walking out of the room and rushed over to me to help me steady myself onto my feet, but I just pushed him off.

"Where is the bathroom?" I asked, not bothering to look up at him as I used the door frame for support.

"Just down the hall on your left." He answered, sounding a little hurt, but I didn't care right now as I went in the direction he told me and locked myself in the bathroom, turning the lights on and went to work on looking for a razor of any kind.