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Unhinged	By : Sancta Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Unhinged
- 2-Chapter 1
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
or its characters. This is only for entertainment purposes.

Rating: Pg13-NC17

Summary: She was trapped. Her life altered so completely that no one
from her past would know. To them she was dead, and to him she was a
possession.

I would like to make a special thanks to my beta. She is a genius worthy
of worshiping: winks: And a very special thanks to tenohikari for commenting as well.
Kyuubi
speech = bold & italic

Itachi inner thoughts = bold

Naruto inner thoughts = italic

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Notes:
I am sorry that this came out later then I intended it too. But as you all well
know, life happens. So please enjoy and review.

UNHINGED:
Chapter 1

Naruto was bone tired.

Her body felt as if it was drifting lazily in and out of a tranquil haze. For
that she was thankful.

After being chased and prodded and ripped apart and stuffed into a new body...

She felt as if the Gods were finally taking a break on torturing her.

She prayed so.

Maybe if she would just get some rest, some brilliant idea might come to her.

Maybe she could figure out a way to get back her male body.

Maybe�

�

Suddenly soft full lips were pressed against hers� as fingers threaded through
the stands of her hair� and the lull of a hypnotic voice echoed peacefully
above her head.
A voice that she knew?

Something important was obviously going on. Something that she should be fully
awake for, but her body seemed peaceful and languid, and for once her mind
wasn't filled with harsh demanding shadows and chanting terror filled screams.

So just for this rare occasion in her life, she allowed herself to drift.

Naruto allowed herself to feel through this one moment of peace and tranquility.

She didn't bother to open her eyes. She didn't bother to remember where she was,
or why she was there, or who she was with.
She just let herself drift. She allowed herself to feel
safe.

Yes, just this one time.

Soft full lips were pressed against hers again, so she tilted her head
slightly, and tentatively licked the lips that were kissing hers' so sweetly.

Yes, Naruto was safe for now.

She ignored the soft chuckles from above her head� the pleased hum that vibrated
through her lover's lips and down into her body.

Yes. She kissed this wonderful, tender, being back until the lips were pulled
from her, and she was allowed to sink back into the wonderful, peaceful,
tranquil, haze of her dreams, where she was safe, and maybe, even cherished.

She would think of a way to get herself out of this mess later� first she would
have to get some rest, and then maybe she would check on Kyuubi...

See how far the fox had got in her healing her new body; find out how long it
would be until she could tap into the demons power.

Because there was no way she was going to get away from her captor without it.

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Kyuubi?

You stupid child � do you know what you have done?

Kyuubi? She walked forward, towards the voice that was both her comfort and
her plague.

Foolish child, we're trapped, it hissed.

Naruto moved faster, deeper within the confines of her mind. The maze was still
there, but what was once dark, dank, walls, were now frozen walls of ice.
Crystal obsidian ice that bounced her reflection off its many surfaces and
covered her in endless shadows. It froze the air in her lungs, numbed her feet
as she ran across its smooth surface.

Where was she?

Kyuubi, where are you? Her shout resonated, but seemed to go nowhere at all.
She didn't know where she was running. Which direction she should turn? There
was no light here. There was barely any sound. Deaf and blind were a ninja's
worst nightmare. In lesser ninja it robbed them of their reason to exist. In
wiser ninja it robbed them of all hope of surviving.

Either way, it was dangerous to continue on. So she stopped in what seemed like
a small clearing of some sort. Filling her lungs of the much needed breath that
was suddenly deprived of her she tried to take a better look at her surroundings.
And it was so Spartan; there was nothing there that could help her. There was
nothing there but black ice.

This wasn't her mind.

Get your ass over here kit! Kyuubi's voice thundered seamlessly
through the barricade of walls that surrounded her.

Anger and desperation raced through her veins as she tried to make out anything
that would be of any help.

And how the hell do you suppose I pulled that off you Damn � she turned
to where she guessed the sound to be coming from � Infuriating - and
took off running as fast as she could � FOX! Shadows looped and curved
around her running frame, her heartbeat raced, and her pulse jumped. Her body
turned naturally with the curves the ice made, and prayed that she didn't end
up in another clearing with more than one direction to choose from.

Thankfully the ice gleamed red in some locations, indicating that Kyuubi's fire
tails were up ahead. She was close. The red light glared brighter, stronger,
the further she ran. So very close. Her body burst through the sharp right
curve and into a wide open area.

Where Kyuubi was bound�

Something that should not be unusual in its own right...

But this-

The majority of its body laid in a half frozen lake, where its pawed feet were
shackled underneath the water's surface, and its soaked nine tails slashed
furiously. The fox looked exhausted and annoyed and resigned.

Kyuu, what happened? Slowly Naruto walked down toward the water's edge, cautious
of the nearly frozen lake; she stretched her hands up so she could hold onto
the fur of the fox's muzzle.

It is too late � A long, rough tongue lolled gently from its
mouth and caressed fierce, deadly fangs before briefly touching Naruto's arms.
A large cracking sound could be heard as it yawned, laying its massive head
down on the lake's edge. � We are bound.
What do you mean bound?
Fear pooled low in her stomach and churned through her body.

Her eyes danced around the barren, obsidian, ice land. Even with Kyuubi's fierce
and terrifying light, it wasn't enough to curve back the shadows that always
seemed to be moving closer to her body.

Suddenly, a feeling of 'peace and tranquility' hit her like a ton of bricks and
she dropped down to her knees in shock. She tried to breathe in deeply, but it
felt like her body was drowning in it, choking with it. Kyuubi's form blurred
in and out of focus.

Bound?

The shadows coiled at her kneeled feet as strong arms pulled her back into a solid
frame. The smell of him hit her again, along with the scent and memory

of spilt blood. His arms wrapped around her, securing her, holding her close.
His head rested along her left shoulder, his mouth pressed affectionately
against the back of her neck.

Bound!

Uchiha, Itachi � you're stronger than I expected. Kyuubi's voice
growled out to the figure holding its charge so lovingly.

I simply will not be denied. His voice whispered back softly, filling
the black ice land with sudden warmth and security and� the feeling of tranquility
was deeper this time.

But now that she was awake to feel it, aware enough to know what it really
meant�

All the tranquility in the world couldn't hide the growing panic, the fear, the
self loathing currently filling up her insides.

Bound indeed�

If you will excuse us Kyuubi no Kitsune, there are some things that I need to
discuss with my bride.

Hands flew up to grab her throat, whether in a desperate attempt to choke the
life out of herself or to kill him somehow� she did not know. All she did know
was that she was trapped, and by the looks of Kyuubi closing its eyes in
consent, it didn't look as if she would be getting them freed anytime soon.

Take her.

No, let me go! She screamed as her body was being pulled back into the waking
world.

Itachi laughed softly.

You are mine now, Naruto. You belong to me. And they will never look for
you.

She rebelled, trying to wrench herself free from his grasp.

Liar! Sasuke will come for me; my friends will come and get me!

To them you are dead. Or did you forget in your rush to escape from me that
you left your body behind...

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Sasuke was tired.

So very, very tired�

His body ached, his soul was numbed.

But he would not falter. He would not let go.

He carried the dead weight close to his chest.

Close to his heart.

His tears stopped spilling a long time ago.

His world narrowed and flowed in and out of random dark spells.

But he kept on walking. He would not falter. He would not let go.

He shifted the weight in his arms. He carried him like he would a bride.

The irony was not lost on him.

Because the truth was, he had all the time in the world now.

All the time in the world to do what needed to be done.

There was no more need to rush.

He was too late.

The news had come to him too late.

Atasuki had taken Naruto while he and Jiraiya where heading back home from Rain
Country.

And there was nothing the idiot Sanin could do. There was too many of them; a
full scale attack.

So he sent the word; tracked them as far as his ailing body would allow.

'Find him, save Naruto, come quickly.'

And Leaf and Sound and Sand banded together.

Tracked the clues left behind by certain Atasuki members all the way back to the
edge of Earth country.

It was forbidden territory for the Leaf ninja to enter, the perfect hiding place
for the mercenary S-Class criminals.

To arrive too late!

There was barely any mountain left along the east side of the countryside. Just
a huge pile of rubble, and clouds of death hanging in the air; mangled bodies
would either strewn haphazardly across the clearing, or was still partially
buried underneath larger boulders. It took several hours to pull all of the
pieces towards one place and in some semblance of order.

And even after it was confirmed, that six of the Atasuki members where dead; rings
missing, that there still was no sign of Itachi or Naruto�

Until Temari's Kamaitachi no Jutsu revealed Naruto's body.

His handsome body paled and cooled by death�s hand; with his rib cage cracked
open and his organs charred. Cerulean blues orbs forever closed to the world,
sun-kissed blond strands matted down, curled gently along his features, his
laughter � silenced.

Sasuke would never�
�Never again�

God�

The snake laughed.

Sasuke felt sick. His best friend � his rival � his only lo-

He couldn't breathe, it was too much. It was the same thing all over again.

His clan's death flashing behind his eyes�

He � he� he would kill them all.

Yes, he would kill them all.

He would forever be alone, so why not�

He would make them cry, and beg, and he would show them�

There was no God. There was just him.

And he would kill them all - To save himself�

The snake was to be his first victim, but hands pulled him off before he could
finish the job. Sakura's annoying cries "to stop" grated on his nerves.
Sasuke was going to kill her next but then he turned and saw him. He saw
Naruto's dead body and he was calm.

Everything suddenly made perfect sense.

He would do what needed to be done� but first; first he had to lay his love to
rest.

So he continued to walk forward.

They were heading back to Leaf, traveling through a worn-out path in Grass Country.

Never looking back, but forward to Konoha, to his loves' home�

Naruto would want to be laid to rest there. Ashes scattering in a soft fall breeze,
and then Sasuke would do what needed to be done.

Sasuke raised the covered head and placed a kiss there. He ignored the looks the
others were sending him. He held the body closer, and continued to walk.

Everything made perfect sense, because everything was mind over matter.

There were things that needed to be done, therefore he forced his mind to bend,
he forced the time around him to bend and slowly but surely, being tired faded
away, and all that was left, was getting his love home.

"We rest here; it's starting to get dark." Kakashi's tired voice
called to the group.

Slowly but surely they all started dwindling down to stop.

But he, he kept walking forward.

"I'll meet you there." He tossed over his shoulder, anger and grief
lacing his words like venom.

Sakura hastily threw herself in front of his path, trying to block him, to prevent
him from completing his goal. Sasuke's eyes narrowed. His newly acquired
Mangekyo Sharingan stared at his latest victim, spinning widely with glee. It
watched the way her soft pink hair fluttered in the wind, how her full lips
quivered in fear, how her eyes pleaded and begged when no words could fall from
her mouth. She was stronger now. He had seen it, he was proud of it, until it
was overshadowed by Naruto's strength, his passion. He had taken on all of
Ataskui, and left their corpuses' lying at the bottom of a mountain.

All Sasuke needed to do now was to find his brother, and to finish his war.

But still. She was a woman now, aware of how her body was supposed to move, what
her minds limitations were, of the life she could create.

And now that there was time; she could be used, to accomplish what was necessary.

It was after all what Sakura always wanted.

Or he could let it all die with him. He wasn't sure yet. He would wait until his
love received a proper burial.

He swallowed down the bile that had risen and turned to sink down next to a thick
tree trunk. Naruto's dead weight was curved around him, held softly between his
legs, in his arms. He let the cold seep in, ignored the smell of dead flesh
wafting from the thick bandages they had wrapped him in, and closed his eyes to
the memories.

All around Sasuke the camp was being made. All around him the tired bodies shuffled
and mourned. All around him tears were split and fingers were clenched. And
Naruto was remembered.

Sasuke sat there and shuffled through every memory he could possibly think of.
He thought of every memory that contained Naruto, and how the warmth of it kept
most of the cold away.

Everything after all was mind over matter. And he had all the time in the world�

Besides, he knew a simple truth that the others had not thought of.

They all had memories of Naruto. And when he killed them, those memories would
belong to him.

Everything suddenly made perfect sense.

His smirk was frightening.

Naruto would forever be his.

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Orochimaru was bone tired and his body ached something fierce.

He supposed he shouldn't have laughed. But, in his defense; all of their grief,
the utter destruction of the mountain area, the complete and total desolation
that marred the Uchiha's features when Uzumaki's dead body was discovered�

It was orgasmic.

�At least to him�

What Orochimaru did not expect, was for that, ungrateful, little, BASTARD, to
turn his rage on him.

He was still confused as to how the Uchiha's eyes manifested in such a short time
frame, or how he managed to get past Kabuto� but the pain that was dealt�

Heh, the boy had defiantly learned something from him.

It certainly was a colorful experience. Now had he and Kabuto stuck to the original
plan and killed Sasuke at first sight, then he wouldn't be in pain at the
moment.

Oh well.

Sighing he buried his face deeper into his Saviors' neck. He supposed that he
and his puppet would have to leave soon and make a brilliant escape. But a part
of him, a very sadistic part of him, wanted to be there. Orochimaru wanted so
desperately to be there so that he could see it for himself�

See the look on Tsuandes' face when she found out that her precious Naruto was
dead.

The emotions pouring off of Jiraiya now was enough to keep Orochimaru in high
spirits, despite the many injuries he had sustained.

A smooth tongue slithered across dry lips, so very close to Jiraiyas' neck. So
very close to a part of his original soul. The idea of toying with him now,
when Jiraiya were so very broken�

Yes, it would be worth it.

Orochimaru laughed.

"Isn't that what got you fucked up?" Jiraiya's whispered voice was
filled with sarcastic glee, as they stopped a few yards away from the main
group.

Orochimaru's body was tossed down to the ground, bound in both chakra and ropes.
He grunted from the force, wincing slightly as he tried to shift his body
weight off of his right side. Kabuto would need to be awoken soon, if his
injuries were to get looked at. It wasn't like anyone from the happy-go-lucky
group of mourners would offer to heal him. He barely restrained the urge to
roll his snake-like eyes.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, ne Aiya-kun"

"Now is not the time for this shit you fucking little snake" Jiraiya
hissed, standing above him, fingers clenched into two meaty fists.

"How you've missed me�" Orochimaru chuckled softly� "It
shows."

Before he could blink a fist was curled around his throat. Jiraiya's kneeled form
added weight behind his grip.

"Sick fuck; I should kill you right now!" Jiraiya raged.

"You won't - " Orochimaru licked his lips again; nose flaring to take
in as much air as possible, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"- You we-re, to-o lat-e old man�" he garbled out.

Like some contagious plague Orochimaru was released. He smirked softly; watching
as Jiraiya wiped his hand off on his hakama.

Jiraiya was so predictable.

He watched with disgust as his former teammate edged away from him. Jiraiyas'
eyes were tired and restless; tension practically danced along at his muscles.
Just like all the useless mass of flesh in front of them, they were pathetic in
their grief. It was a sight though; Konoha, Sand and Sound pulling together; if
only for a brief moment. Orochimaru tilted his head to the side and pondered.
He pondered which words would cut the deepest. Which words could he use to hurt
his most precious one as much as he was hurt and abandoned when they were
young? Teeth grinded inside his mouth, his tongue lapping up the blood, as his
thoughts rushed.

Yes.

Kindness�

"At least you loved the boy, taught him well. Arashi would've been
proud." He cooed.
The affect was beautiful, the pain swirling around in
Jiraiya's eyes, bleeding from him.

Orochimaru sighed happily.

Hell, he didn't even really object to the fist that slammed into his broken ribcage,
or the one that re-broke his jaw, or the one snapped his collarbone in half.
Pain blossomed, and burned, and burrowed deep into his body and still it was
not enough.

He had sworn long ago that he would make his former teammates pay.

And he would.

Because Jiraiya would forever be his.

And he would never let go.

TBC�
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