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Defeated.	By : PinkPantzer Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 3684 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello everyone! It has been a very long time since I have written anything like this but I have been reading so much lately I had to make my own. So please bare with me through the first little bit. Comment and review I would love to hear what you all have to say!! Now onto the show!!

The return of a snake

He sat there in the darkness. He could feel every aching muscle and joint that he had suddenly becoming aware of muscles that he never even knew that he had. Groaning he turned his head making his neck crack loudly. The sound of it echoed off of the stone walls of the room that he was kept in. Cursing to himself he sat in silence thinking over and over of a means of escape. Though no matter how hard he tried nothing came to mind. Cursing again he pulled at the chains that bound his wrists. Pulling harder he grunted in pain as the harsh cool mettle bit again into already bleeding wrists.

No matter what he tried he couldn’t break the damn things. Though now he knew that these shackles were anything but normal. Small stones lined the outside of the cuffs coloring them in reds, greens and yellows. At first he thought that it was merely for decoration but then he soon learned that they held a prepuce. One time he had struggled so hard to get free he lost control of everything. The main thing being his emotions and as such the explosive chakra went into action only to be stopped by the cuffs. Each stone took its share of chakra as it sucked the bound male dry leaving almost nothing left. Realising what the stones did was to late and giving a little cry of pain he allowed the ever pressing darkness consume him.

He was awake in an instant as he heard the little door to his room open, the wood creaking ever so slightly. Dull eyes filled full of pain with an underlying look of defeat opened slowly. “Still alive I see…” A low voice said from the door earning nothing but a grunt for a reply. A noise came as the door was closed then footsteps so lightly traveled over the floor. “The sheer will power that you possess astounds me. Normally most would have died with such low chakra.” The sultry voice of the male almost hissed the words as more footsteps were heard. This was when a grumble came from the chair causing the male to stop what he was doing. “Hmmm…. Did you say something?” He asked leaning more over towards the bound and beaten man. He was sitting in a soul chair in the middle of the room. Cuffs held his hands behind his back as another pair held his legs to either side of the chair and floor.

A slight clearing of the throat was heard before the bound male spoke again. “I… wouldn’t give… you the…” Taking a deep breath the voice that was laced with pain and exhaustion finished “…satisfaction.” The long word was drawn out to make it seem longer. However this made the deep voice of the male almost vibrate as he spoke “Honestly I would be disappointed with you gave me anything less.” It was said in such a low baritone that it gave the bound male a shiver that ran down his spine in a very bad way. “Now enough four play.” The deep voice said and instantly the bound male knew what was coming. His head snapped up as almost dead eyes searched the darkness of the room for any hopes that he would have a warn- “AAAHHHHHHH!!!!” Too late. Screaming out in pain he felt the blade go clean through his right shoulder pinning him to the chair.

It was almost his sick ritual. The tall pale male would enter his room and beat, stab, and maim him to unconsciousness only for him to awake the next day to do it all over again. Once he had made the mistake of asking the male when this was all going to end. A deep laugh sounded behind him as he felt a hot breath hit his cut and ripped ear “For however long it takes to break your soul.” With that a lick caressed his ear and the beating he got after was one he would never forget. Never again did he ask a question.

A searing pain in his hand brought his mind from the past and back to reality. Screaming out he tried to free his hand but the dagger that was currently stabbed through it was also imbedded deep into the back of his chair. So far to the point he felt it as he jerked, the blade resting between two ribs in his back. This however was just the start of the ‘session’ as the man so called them. Minutes turned to hours as he panted and screamed under the ministrations of his capture. Blood spilled from multiple stab wounds and gashes that littered the thinning frame. “You know…” The males voice sounded from the side “All of this could end so easily.” It was a shame that he was forced to do this but what choice did he have? Then there was a creak as the door to the little room opened. The harsh light that filtered through made the bound male gasp and screw his eyes shut. “Just…give up. Give in to me. Give me everything that are or have or will be… Then the pain will stop.” It was simple. Give up and be free… or live a life of constant pain. The words were the last thing he heard as the door closed leaving him to the darkness again and he gladly accepted it.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and nothing changed. Well now those months have turned into years. Five years to be exact. All of these had been long years of fighting… well… most of them. It was about three and a half years ago when he just couldn’t do it any longer. Sitting bound to that chair in that dark room he had so much time to think. Finally he came to a couple thoughts…. He was not getting out of here. No one was coming for him and he couldn’t get out the way he was alone. The sudden reality of it all hit him so hard he was only left with one question in his mind… why was he still fighting? He was so tired of fighting, of the screams of pain and the barely awake nights. He was so tired… Then the deep voice of that male spoke in his head “…give up.” So he did. The next time the male entered the small room for another ‘session’ the bound male didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch as a blade found home between two ribs in his hot. His warm blood spilling down over the handle of the dagger as well as his side and he just sat there staring blankly at nothing. He literally had no fight left… he really was broken.

From there everything was pointless. Why fight when he could do longer do so? It hurt him but he hadno tears left to shed or fears left to have. There was no hope or happiness… or light. Everything was just pitch black. The taller male had finally won and he knew that. From there it was simple training. Leaning what he had to do in order to keep his ‘Master’ happy. He soon learned. Now that his entire being was destroyed there was no reason for free will. Doing anything and everything that was asked him made sure he at least stayed alive and that was the last little piece of hope that he had.

Now he stood there taller then he was those long five years ago. All in black mesh and some fabric that clearly left not a whole hell of a lot to the imagination he carried a sword at his wait with the handle to his right. Black pouches carrying many tools rested on each thigh and a small black bow rested on his back. Dull eyes gazed around looking at nothing and everything all at the same time. That was until he heard one word spoken “…Pet.” Instantly his attention was drawn. Five years later he learned not to ignore the slightly taller male. “I do believe it is time to make our appearance… we are already fashionably late.” It was not like he had a choice in the matter he just gave a simple nod and fallowed his master into the tree line for the first time in five years. It took no time at all for the two highly trained males to reach their destination. Speed was of the essence and they had a lot to spare. “Come my pet…” The deep voice said and in a puff of smoke they were gone.

The vibrant sound of music and laughter was heard throughout the entire village as the festival in the south clearing took place. Children laughed and ran about all running on sugar as drunken adults laughed and all but did the same. It was a happy festival but only a small one to soon grace the lands. It has been five almost six years of pure peace. After the fifth great ninja war, all nations stayed bound together. Separate nations working as one was something they could only dream of and yet thanks to one young boy that is what happened. Now peace was the only thing on everyones mind.

The music began to dull as a large breasted women stepped up to a podium. Well it was more like a platform and one that over looked all of the festivities that were taking place. “Tonight we gather.” He voice said ringing out loud and clear to anyone that was listening and to those who weren’t soon were. “Today we celebrate something that has not been seen in these lands for centuries.” Soft voices began to rise from the crowds and more began to listen to the women speak. “Today we celebrate peace. We celebrate the lives of those we lost and the ones we have gained. We celebrate the brave men and women that call this land their home…” That was when a flash of a smile and tanned skin played over her minds eye and a single tear escaped a closed eye. Raising a glass in the air the woman smiled wholeheartedly. “To the future! Let there be more years filled with pea-“ But her words never finished as a sickening feeling hit deep in her stomach.

Pale hands clapped slowly as two figures walked forward causing the crowd to move and part as if afraid on the hooded males. “Such inspiring words…” The deep voice said from under the black cloak trimmed in white. “Its such a shame that all you speak is lies and poison.” Instantly those around him changed and many took defensive stances ready for fight yet neither of the two males moved. This was when a male stepped up from the crowed. His hair was silver spikes and a lazy eye fallowed the male with never moving lips as he spoke behind a skin tight mask. “And who exactly are you to be saying such things?” The voice drulled out sounding a cross between bored and irritated. That was until two pale hands reached up and slowly pulled down the hood that rested over his head. “Orochimaru?!” The name was screeched from more then one place causing him to make a face at such offensive use of his name.

“How…you died year and years ago!” This caused the snake male to laugh out loud as he made a mockery of their voice repeating their words before huffing. “You cant kill some one who is immortal.” That was the only answer that he gave and the only one that was needed. “You son of a bitch!” That was his only warning before he caught a glimpse of a blade that was aimed right for his chest. However he didn’t move or even flinch… there was no need to. Before the attacker even knew what had happened he was tossed off to the side hitting the ground with enough force to crack ribs. Gasping in pain he held his midsection as a few came to his aid. All looked towards the male and a few eyes grew as the shadow clone disappeared in a puff of smoke yet neither one had moved. No hand sign… There was nothing. “Oh come now… Is that a way to treat your guest?” Orochimaru asked in a hiss as he looked at those around him. In an instant they were gone only to reappear moments later right behind the large breasted women causing her to jump backwards to the ground below as a pink haired female jumped in front of her; fists raised.

“What do you want?” The female with pink hair said as she gave a growl. However the question in of itself must of shocked the snake because it took him a moment to answer. “What do I want…” Orochimaru said raising a pale hand to his chin in mock thinking. Then a sick twisted smile graced those pale lips “I want only one thing…” The male said watching the faces of the crowd. “War.” Everything fell silent. “One that will rock the very foundation of your being.” Everything was silent and everything was still. Everything but a flash of pink “Not if I kill your ugly ass first!” The scream was shouted as the women jumped into the air. With a chakra fused fist he aimed right for that smug face. Orochimaru on the other hand didn’t move. There was a flash of black and then chakra infused arms crisscrossed and blocked the attack. The impact was so deep that the males feet sunk deep into the wood causing it to splinter. The wind from the punch had caused the cloak to flutter and as such the hood to fall.

Everything stopped and everyone stood still giving the male the perfect chance to push the young female away from him. Standing tall he gazed out over all the shocked faces of the people below him. Once spiked hair was now long threads of gold that were held back in a black ribbon adorned the top of his head causing hair to fall down to tickle broad shoulders. Dull lifeless blue eyes looked out over the people as a whiskered cheek twitched. Though he did not move even as his name was said from nearly every person there “Naruto…” How… no one understood how this was possible! This was when Orochimaru stepped forward. Placing his head on the males shoulder he wrapped his arms around a strong stomach and gave a little laugh. “Let me explain… “ He began lightly “Its not what you think. It is not reanimation and nor is it a fake.” Lifting up the males dark shirt he showed the tanned stomach where the eight swirl seal rested keeping the demon at bay within Naruto. “No. Naruto died I myself declared it!” The large breasted female said in an anger filled should. “Tsk Tsk lady Tsunadae…” He said raising a hand and shaking his finger. “Did we all forget something?” Tsunadae took a step back and Kakashi tilted his head thinking. It was Shikamaru that spoke first. “The nine tails wasn’t dead.”

“One of you does have a brain.” Orochimaru said with a snicker “Exactly. While his body was near death the deamon came back. So when you had him buried and left alone in his family plot beside his parents…” He paused to let it sink in and again Shikamaru first “…he was alive…” The snake nodded “Exactly…poor little Naruto barely enough energy or chakra to even voice himself lay in a box six feet underground. Lucky for him I happened to hear his soon to be pitiful cries and liberated him.” There was an outraged cry from the crowd below him. “Liberated?! Hes a fucking zombie you son of a bitch!” The malice in the voice alone made Naruto react. Without a single movement thousands of clones with drawn blades that swirled with wind chakra stood around those who could fight. Thousands of clones and no movement how in the hell…Kakashi had to use the sharingan to keep up and what happened made him stumble back. Instantly Tsunadea yelled at him asking what was wrong. “No… Not you as well Naruto.” That was when the female turned and her eyes instantly welled at what she saw. Black swirls crept up from a tanned neck to the side of a whiskered face. Branching over a modest nose a dull blue eye turned almost lavender in color. “Isent my pet just beautiful.” He said with a growl. “It took me…oh how long was it…” Orochimaru said tapping his chin with his free hand. “Five..” The voice was so low he had almost missed it. Turning his head he smiled. “What was that my pet?” The male asked and the lifeless thing that was Naruto spoke again in a hallow pain filled voice. “Five years.” The snake hissed. “Awe yes. Five years. Five years to tear and rip and strangle every last piece of hope and free will form him.” There was a sound of puffing smoke as a few of the clones began to fall as the people began to fight. “Seems our time is done here my pet.” With a nod and a puff they were gone.

One by one the clones began to puff away. All of them left before the last one stood directly before lady Tsunadae. A sad face had fallen on the paler then normal face. Normally the eyes filled with laughter were hallow showing nothing and darker almost a pale grey with traces of blue and lavender from the still present curse mark. A single tear escaped that eye and a sad smile graced those lips before the sound was heard and the clone puffed away in a cloud of smoke. Suddenly the snakes voice was head all around them “A year to this exact day will be the destruction of the hidden leaf and I will use the very power you so willingly handed over to me to do so. Exactly a year shall mark the start….of the sixth great ninja war!!!” Then there was silence.

Gaara sat up right with a start. His pale jade eyes were wide and full with what seemed to be fear. A hand reached up and grabbed a pale chest. “What… was that?” He asked himself as he rubbed the ghostly sore flesh. Then he heard something to his side “…Gaara….” The sound of his name made him turn his head sharply but he stopped instantly at what he saw. A clone of Naruto stood there. Its hair was long hanging down its back in golden rivers. Shallow blue eyes looked to him as the head dipped to the side. “Find him for me….” The jade eyes narrowed a little. “Find who?” The kazekage asked with pure intent. “…Sasuke.” There was a little shock on his face but that was all he got. “He is the only one who can save me Gaara…” With that the clone pulled down the collar of his left shoulder revealing the curse mark and making the male gasp. “What if he wont help?” Gaara asked in an almost panic though the clone smiled slightly however it never reached his eyes “He will…” With that and a puff the clone was gone leaving Gaara behind in a very empty and quit room. Throwing the blankets off of him he stood. He needed to go to Konoha.
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Defeated.

The return of a snake