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Down the Rabbit Hole and Back Again	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the One I Love

Pain glared at the prone figure of what Deidara’s clients had dubbed ‘the Pleaser.’ He did have to admit that the teenager did have a very attractive body and face. Well, he was sure his face would be a lot more handsome once the wounds upon it had healed. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be for a few days and he found himself feeling disappointed at the delay.

“Sorry about that,” Itachi voiced beside him, his tone as emotionless as ever. “The one who gave me Shikamaru’s location seemed to have a plan of his own, and I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he got a few good hits on this one.”

The Akatsuki leader sighed. “You do realize that he can’t work in this condition, right, Itachi?” he asked, his tone just as vague.

The raven-haired man shrugged; it was just a small movement of the shoulders, but a shrug nonetheless. “Three days, tops.”

The teenager lying on the couch groaned, eyes fluttering open and a hand gently coming to rest on the bruised flesh.

Pain smirked as he slowly sat up and looked around the room briefly, before settling his gaze on the oldest man. “Hello, Shikamaru,” he greeted, not offering his hand, knowing full well the confused teen wouldn’t take it. “Or would you prefer to be addressed as ‘the Pleaser?’”

Shikamaru glared up at him, hands clutching onto the leather couch tightly. “I’m not working for anybody,” he hissed. “That part of my life is over.”

Pain glanced at his subordinate a moment, who nodded and left the room, the dark haired teen not breaking his gaze from this man’s face. “I assure you,” he responded, “it most certainly is not.”

“You can’t make me do it!” Shikamaru shouted, standing swiftly from the cushions. “I’ll never work for Itachi again!”

The Akatsuki leader chuckled; this boy was most amusing. “I wouldn’t dream of having you work for Itachi.”

The teen blinked and gave him a curious look. “Who are you?”

“You are far too valuable, Shikamaru,” he said, not answering the confused young man. He walked over to some cabinets on the other side of the dark room and continued, “It was such a shame that Deidara’s operation got discovered. You’d probably be already working here if that little bump in the road hadn’t stopped you.” He poured a bit of a dark colored liquid into a glass and began sipping from it as he slowly strolled back toward a fuming teen. “Deidara always spoke very highly of you and Itachi backs up that claim. That’s all the proof I need. You will no longer be working with my subordinates, Shikamaru, but in my own personal brothel.”

The teen’s eyes widened as the man before him continued to casually sip his drink and pace about the dark office.

“At this level of the game, however,” he explained, “you will get absolutely no cut of the money you receive. Yes, the price for people to have you is much more than you were making before, but any and all payment goes straight to one of my many secretaries who schedule your appointments. You will eat when given food, sleep when told to, and entertain like you have in the past. All the drugs in the facility are free to the entertainers, which you are allowed to gather in your free time. Entertainers are not encouraged to communicate with each other; you are here to turn a profit, not find friends.” Pain turned back to Shikamaru and smirked. “Is that clear, Shikamaru?”

The Nara’s eyes burned. “Who the hell said I’d work for you?! I don’t even know who you fucking are, and I refuse to go back to that life! Never again!!”

The leader sighed and put down his empty glass. “Oh, I think you’ll change your mind, Shikamaru; everybody always does.”

At that moment, the door opened and Itachi dragged a very irritated looking blonde inside, throwing him into a chair.

Shikamaru’s dark eyes widened again at the sight of Naruto; his hands were tied behind his back, duct tape settling firmly over his mouth, and he now adorned a black eye. He stared in horror as the leader strolled over to the desk in the room and dug through a drawer, then walked back over to him.

“Work for me,” Pain ordered, holding out a syringe and a rubber hose.

The Nara’s dark eyes gazed at the items and his arm twitched.

He remembered.

How could he have forgotten his escape? It had brought him such pleasure, made him forget about his life. It was such a fantastic experience and one his body seemed quick to want to do again. He could feel the muscles in his arm start to spasm in protest to his hesitation and he brought his opposite hand up to try and rub the odd sensation away.

Why was he hesitating, his mind wondered. He knew how to take the substance, the incident before was a mistake. People make mistakes all the time. All he had to do was be careful when measuring it out, that’s all. There wouldn’t be any more mistakes; everything would be done much smarter.

‘Take it!’ a small voice in his head cried out. ‘Take it! Please release me!’ Release who? Was that the man Shikamaru had once been, all those months ago? It didn’t much matter either way. He wanted his escape.

A high-pitched whine broke through his thoughts, as his arm was stretched out to grab the syringe. The Nara turned toward the sound and saw a teenager with wild locks of blonde hair that looked to have been taken from the sun itself and large blue eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen in his life. Who was this guy again?

‘Naruto,’ his mind supplied and he blinked dumbly for a moment. Why was Naruto here? Wasn’t he dating that emo kid he had a crush on?

The blonde teen shrugged. “We broke up.”

Broke up? Why? Naruto had been ogling the raven-haired teen since they’d been in middle school; he even played a part in getting the two dating! There was no logical reason behind this action!

A small touch of pink rose on tanned, whiskered cheeks, blue eyes looking away again. “…Sasuke… said something bad about you… so I punched him.”

Shikamaru smiled as the statement was repeated in his head. Slowly, the need for his escape was pushed away, back into the dark recesses of his mind where they belonged, the memories of Naruto taking their place.

Blazingly blue eyes looked away and one hand reached up to rub at his neck. “Well, I… uh, I was worried about you.”

“I decided there was no way that you could have cheated off me.”

The other smiled again. “Because I care about you.”

“I think,” Naruto whispered; he was so close Shikamaru could feel hot breath ghost over his skin, “that I make you nervous.”

“Would you like me to help you, Shikamaru?” Naruto whispered, giving his earlobe an experimental lick.

‘Yes,’ Shikamaru pleaded in his head, taking a deep breath and stopped rubbing his arm. ‘Please help me, Naruto.’ He straightened his back and looked right into the older man’s eyes. “Go find yourself another whore, because that’s not what I am… not anymore.”

Pain gazed at the determined teen for a long moment, before a sly grin grew on his thin lips. “Very well,” he agreed, walking over to the blonde.

Itachi untied one arm and held it out as Naruto struggled against the hold.

The leader looked back at Shikamaru, his dark eyes looking horrified.

“If we can’t recruit you,” he said, tying the rubber hose around the blonde’s bicep, “we’ll just have to see if this one can be trained.” Slowly, Pain brought the syringe to the teen’s arm and quickly found the vein to puncture.

“No!”

The Akatsuki leader turned to see the dark haired teen a few steps closer and had his hands outstretched toward them. He smirked and took the needle away from the blonde’s arm, casually taking the few steps separating them to stand in front of Shikamaru. “What is it?” he asked.

The Nara clutched his hands to fists, a horrible feeling of dread pooling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t want to do this, damn it! However, if they were going to threaten to use Naruto… he couldn’t let them do it. He never wanted his precious blonde to go through what he had.

“I’ll… I’ll do it,” Shikamaru whispered.

Pain leaned in a little closer. “You’ll do what, Shikamaru?”

“I’ll be your fucking whore!” he spat. “Just leave Naruto out of this! I don’t want a single narcotic touching him, or me, for that matter. I’ll entertain for you, but I refuse to take any more drugs.”

The Akatsuki leader stared at the teen a long moment. He doubted he would get anything better; this boy seemed just as stubborn as some of his subordinates could be. He lightly sighed and straightened his back. “Very well, Shikamaru, if that is your final decision. Follow me.”

Shikamaru sighed in defeat and gave Naruto one final glance, his heart clenching in pain as the blonde’s big eyes pleaded him not to go. He followed the older man out of the office, his mind screaming and heart aching.

“I’m sorry, Naruto.”

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Minato scowled as he rang the doorbell again. The sun had set a while ago, and he was slightly worried that there were no lights on in the Nara household. He had told his son that he’d stop by to check on the two teenagers today, why weren’t they answering the door?

He pounded on the wood, but only heard silence on the other end. He reached for the knob and slowly turned it, quite surprised to find it unlocked.

Tentatively, Minato opened the door and peered into the dark house. “Naruto? Shikamaru?” There was no answer as he stepped over the threshold. He carefully looked into the darkness and eventually found a light switch. Flicking it on, a carpeted staircase was now visible before him and he took no time in climbing them, calling his son’s name and receiving silence.

The blonde man peeked into a room and immediately identified it as Shikamaru’s. Turning on the light, he looked around but didn’t find much of anything. A blush crept onto his cheeks as a discovery was found and he cleared his throat, the slight smell of sex still floating on the air. “Glad to see they’re getting along,” Minato whispered, quickly exiting the room so his imagination wouldn’t be flooded by such perversions, although in the back of his mind, he knew his old mentor would want all the details if he let it slip what he’d found.

Descending the stairs, his blue eyes caught sight of the entryway and widened. He now saw what he couldn’t in the dark; a side table had been knocked over, a picture had fallen from it’s place on the wall and shattered, and… blood.

Minato blinked and jumped the rest of the steps, carefully kneeling to look at the red spots with a scrutinizing eye. ‘Yep, definitely blood.’ He stood to his full height and glanced around, his heart beginning to drum frantically as panic slowly started pumping into his veins.

The blonde spotted backpacks by the kitchen table and was digging in them in a flash. He looked through both bags and knew something was very wrong.

At first, the thought crossed his mind that maybe Shikamaru wanted to leave and Naruto wouldn’t let him, resulting in a fight that caused some bleeding. Probably nothing serious.

However, as he gazed down at the papers in front of him, Minato realized that something bad had happened. If the Nara teen really planned to leave and return to that life he once had, why would such a lazy young man bother with finishing his homework due the following week?

“Fuck,” the blonde whispered, grabbing his cell phone. As he dialed for the police, he prayed for the teens’ safety… and for their lives.
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