Naruto could feel himself losing to unconsciousness all over again. He tried to move his hands and found that they only twitched but his arms were completely immobile. His shoulders both felt as though they had been cleanly popped from their sockets. What made everything the ever more worse was the feeling and smell of his own blood spilling from his injuries to form a pool of the horrible, metalic smelling, crimson fluid that he had become all too familiar with. It seemed that every time he bled he was given only a few moments of freedom from the fluid only to return to his original position.

He gritted his teeth together. And it was all because of those two damn bastards. They were the only reason why he had nearly given into the darkness and the grasping hands of death. But...a soft smile pursed at the edge of his lips. He recalled the short encounter he had had with Sasuke and Kurama. They had both given him comforting words, though the two had bickered with each other more than devise a plan. In the end it had turned out that the Kyuubi had sent out a signal for Sasuke, but the blond didn't know for sure if it had been received. The fox had "overexerted" himself and was now in a deep sleeping state in which he was unable to communicate.

Naruto pushed at his legs and whimpered when he moved his right thigh for it was still with the fresh stab wound. He felt dizzy as more blood poured from the gash. He moved his arm, somehow managing to move it to his abdomen (Madara had removed the cufs and replaced the chakra resistants with braces) and gripped at his stomach.

"Why do they always mess with my stomach..." He had been referring to a long scar that went in a straight line from hip to hip. Scratches, bruises, stabs, scars...blood everywhere. He just couldn't stand it anymore.

The sounds of shuffling feet echoed around the room. Naruto's entire body tensed to the noises and he struggled to lift himself from the ground. No matter what, he didn't want to be found lying down.

"Naruto-kun."

Dammit...that voice...

"How are you feeling today? Better, I hope."

"Shut...it, will you?"

"Why are you so mad? Well, unless you don't want food I can understand."

Naruto froze for a moment to consider what he had just been told. Food? Damn, he was acting like some animal.

He chuckled softly. "Oh, how I do wish I could snap you in half."

S-snap me...? He has an even more screwed up mind than I thought. Now how about that food- what the hell's wrong with me?! I'm doing it again. He felt his belly twist in pain and growled when he recognized the sweet aroma filling the room. It felt nice and warm, too.

"Madara forced me to feed you. I don't know why, though, if-" He had stopped from completing his sentence when he was interrupted.

"Kabuto, hurry it up. And don't forget what I told you." The menacing voice sounded no more than three feet from the blond's current position. Madara had most likely teleported to the spot.

"I- I'm not...hungry..." He silently punched himself across the face after saying those horrible words. It was complete bullshit that he wasn't hungry. In fact, he was on the brink of starvation (in his own mind),

Kabuto knelt down on his knees and lifted the boy by his hair, strands ripping themselves from their roots. He heard Naruto whimper slightly, trying his best to hide the pain that was flowing through him. "It seems that you are a terrible liar. Being on fluids for an entire weak can do some damage to the body, you know."

You don't say, dumbass. I ain't being fed by the likes of you.

Kabuto noticed the silence and turned to the masked man, receiving a nod, and turned back to Naruto. "I guess I have no other choice then to force it into you."

Just try it, asshole.

Naruto had been placed against a wall, his back slamming into the cold stone. He felt his hands clamped into place by his side and his neck bound against the wall. The smell of wood was so close that he was a hundred percent sure that what was restricting his movements must have been wood style. The face of Captain Yamato flashed through his mind.

"Naruto-kun, why do you have to make this so hard."

He gritted his teeth together when he felt the cold hands place themselves at his jawline. His teeth were parted and not long after a spoon was shoved into his throat. Warm chicken soup was pushed so far down that he was inwardly chocking and coughing but Kabuto was closing his mouth so tight that he had no choice but to swallow. It was good as hell, but he didn't want to be fed by 'him'.

"Come now. You look as though you're quite enjoying that." Madara was chuckling.

Naruto wanted so badly to reply with a retort but was unable to when Kabuto had pushed another spoonful into his mouth. He was struggling to breathe though he was able to manage since it took a while for the snake to refill the spoon. Once again, he was force fed.

I'm going to kill them...I swear, I'm going to kill them.

"Kukuku. This is rather hilarious."

"Gah...shut it will you?" Naruto was getting annoyed not just by being fed but also that Kabuto was acting more and more like Orochimaru.

"I would prefer not to."

Naruto growls. "Bastard."

"Kabuto." The masked man's voice vibrated near the blond's ear. "Let's wrap this up."

"Right."

Huh? Wrap what up? What are they-

A hand places itself at Naruto's stomach and lifts his bloodied shirt to his chest. A shiver makes its way along his spine when he feels the cold fingers tracing at an invisible mark on his abdomen.

"Madara...you're not planning to do what I think, are you?"

Oh god...

Naruto's breathing becomes rather ragged and fast when he felt a finger push itself roughly against his skin.

Madara moves his hand around the teen's stomach before he chuckles darkly. "No. It'll be much more fun than that." HHis hand makes his way to the pouch at his side and he pulls out a kunai, one created with three points, and thrusts it deep into the bare stomach, pushing it with greater force so he could hear the sweet screams and the faint sounds of blood spurting from the wound to echoe and bounce on the stone floor of the cave.

Naruto's eyes role back and his mouth is wide, screaming with all force he could send out.

The end is near...done in by my own father's prized possession...a tool used to strengthen his resolve, causing those who dared face him to cower and pray. The very own weapon...of Nimakaze Minato.

ok, so I hope this chapter didn't suck as much as I thought it did. Well, you know the drill. Please review and tell me what you think.

Arigato!