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Reap What You Sow	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 1
- 2
Author's note: Well, here's the final part! Quite dark as I mentioned it would be.
PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS! I will add extra warnings at the end of the chapter because they pertain to some spoilers for this chapter, but I leave it up to you to decide whether you want to spoil yourself or not.
Also keep in mind that I don't want to offend anyone with this part. That is not my intention at all.
Warnings: Triple pov; NOT FOR SAKURA FANS; torture; character death; vague mature content; murder; near drowning
Remember: prepare yourself for a dark chapter.
Part 2
Ino avoided her after that and while Sakura managed to have a nice time catching up with some of her former classmates, the sight of Uzumaki hanging off Sasuke's arm whenever she saw them never failed to make her blood boil.
What did that idiot have that she didn't? Even if Sasuke was gay and no bisexual, there were plenty of better men he could have married. Ones who were better looking than Uzumaki, who had the smarts to keep up with Sasuke and who hadn't been so weak as to let themselves get pushed around by bullies. What on earth had drawn Sasuke to someone like Uzumaki? What was she missing? She just didn't get it!
She silently stewed for the rest of the evening until she decided to leave a bit after eleven. Half of the invitees had left by now, either taking advantage of the offered hotel rooms or returning home. With her mood plummeting by the hour, she saw no need to remain here for any longer and she went to grab her coat, looking around for Ino and Sai. She couldn't spot them immediately and she sighed annoyed, digging her phone out of her purse.
Me 11.08 p.m.
You ready to go home? I'm waiting at the front
Ino-pig 11.09 p.m.
We're already home
Sakura stared at her phone before blinking a couple of times, thinking her eyes must be more tired than they felt like. Nope, the message still remained the same, no matter how many times she blinked or scrolled up and down.
"What the fuck?" she muttered in disbelief. Was she actually serious?
Me 11.13 p.m.
Are you actually serious right now?!
Ino-pig 11.15 p.m.
Yeah, I am. If you're big enough to be a bitch, you're big enough to call a cab. Get back to me once you've got your head out of your arse
This couldn't seriously be happening. Ino couldn't have left her here!
A quick trip around the ballroom, however, proved that Ino hadn't been lying. She had actually left Sakura here. Fucking stranded, all because the bitch decided that now was the time to be a goody two-shoes. She was really pulling this shit all because of Uzumaki? Fuck her, they were supposed to be best friends!
"What a fucking joke," she muttered darkly and marched out of the grand hotel, feeling like she was going to punch something very soon if she didn't get out of there.
It was completely dark outside of course, it being nearly midnight, and only the streetlamps offered some light, bathing the parked cars in a soft yellow glow. The street was relatively quiet, but that was no surprise. Given how popular the hotel was one would suspect it was in a high traffic area, but it was actually closer to the edge of the town. The peaceful quiet at night was probably one of the main reasons why the hotel was so popular in spite of its high prices.
Would cabs still run? They should, right? Frowning, she started scrolling through the offered links, wondering darkly which option would be the least likely to end up with her being dead and dumped in a ditch somewhere. She should have considered cab companies before, but how was she supposed to know that her supposed best friend would end up leaving her stranded all because of one idiot?
"Not going to forget this, Ino-pig," she muttered darkly and started walking down the street to keep herself warm.
Briefly she looked up at the building, at the bright light spilling out of certain rooms and contemplated whether she should just spend the night here, but she didn't have anything with her. Nothing to change into, nothing to clean her face with …
Heaving a frustrated sigh, she turned back to her screen, halting in front of the alley right next to the hotel. She was so going to demand the cab bill back from Ino once she saw her! This was just utter bullshit!
"Fancy meeting you here."
"What?" Startled, she whirled around, not expecting to hear that particular voice here. What was he still doing here? Hadn't they already left earlier? She didn't think she'd seen either of them when –
Pain exploded in her head before she could duck out of the way of the bat. She tilted forwards, the ground suddenly rushing up towards her and –
Nothing.
He checked the ropes once more time, more out of habit than actual concern. He knew she wouldn't be getting loose anytime soon, not until he gave permission for that. Her legs were bound tightly together; the skin underneath the rope slowly turning whiter as the blood flow was becoming cut off. Her wrists were spread upwards; the long thin rope looped through an iron shackle in the wall. It was long enough to have some slack if he let go of the rope; instead he tied the ends around a protruding needle for now, forcing her arms uncomfortably up in the air.
He didn't give a shit about her comfort.
"You might be wondering why you're on the floor and not on a table," he said conversationally and meandered over to the other wall, where his tools were waiting for him.
There was a muffled sound and he turned his head, watching mildly how her eyes started welling up with tears already, almost bigger than that forehead of hers. He rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue.
"You're already crying? We haven't even started yet," he scolded her and shook his head. "There are two reasons why you're on the floor. One, because you're worth less than a crippled cockroach and the floor is more than you deserve at this point, but we'll have to make do with what we have."
He placed the kiddie pool on the ground just two feet away from her and picked up the first bucket, pouring water into the bright yellow pool. The plastic squeaked slightly when the drops splattered apart on it.
"And two, because I've got a nice surprise for you that'll work best with you on the floor," he continued, returning the empty bucket to the wall and picking up the second one, pouring that one as well into the pool.
Even above the splashing sounds of the water he could hear her breathing pick up significantly, low keening noises in her throat and he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. One would think with the gag in her mouth, she'd be a bit smarter about how she went about breathing.
Then again, if she was smart, she wouldn't be here in the first place.
He considered the pool after the second bucket had been emptied and nodded to himself. Yes, that volume would have to do. The second bucket was placed against the wall as well and he turned around, walking over to her again before crouching down, resting his arms on his knees.
Haruno stared at him wild-eyed; her chest heaving. Some dried blood was plastered to the side of her face where the bat had hit her; the red hue wasn't doing any wonders for her pink hair.
"You only got yourself to blame that you're here now, you know," he said and cocked his head to the left. "I told Naruto years ago that he shouldn't expect too much, not even after your friend apologised to him. He's quite optimistic, though, and he kept holding out hope for a while that you would act like a decent human being and apologise too."
It had been rather painful, watching Naruto hold out hope that at least one more person would acknowledge that what they had done had been wrong. Yamanaka had been an anomaly in that regard; the only one willing enough to admit she'd been wrong in how she'd treated Naruto.
That was the only reason why she wasn't here as well tonight.
"Eventually, though, he gave up on it and forgot all about you, because full offense, you're pretty forgettable," he smirked, watching ruddy spots appear on her cheeks. His face darkened then, his smirk disappearing when he continued, "And then you had to open that ugly waffle you call your big mouth and had to remind him of all that bullshit again. If your brain was as big as your mouth is, that would at least explain that big forehead of your," he mused, smiling crookedly.
He rose up, rested his hands on his hips and stared down at her. "I was willing to ignore all that bullshit before because of Naruto, you know. He didn't want to think about it anymore and that was fine with me. Unlike you all, after all, I don't enjoy tormenting him."
He checked the water in the pool once more and satisfied with it, he bent down and snatched those pink strands tightly, pulling her head back roughly. Her eyes were opened so widely, it was a miracle they hadn't popped out on their own yet.
The dark smirk unfolding across his face had her quivering, shaking like a leaf. "What I do thoroughly enjoy, is punishing people like you, who never know when to keep their mouth shut."
He unwound the rope just enough to give it some slack and promptly dragged her over to the mini pool. She started struggling the second she realised what he was planning – because apparently she wasn't that stupid – and he snorted.
"What?" he asked coldly. "It's not like people can drown in puddles, right?"
He shoved her head straight into the water, watching passively how her entire body squirmed and twitched frantically as much as the ropes would allow, air bubbles popping up around her. One would think that she would have tried to at least hold her breath when it became clear what he was planning, but they had already established that she wasn't exactly a smart cookie.
"Ah, come on," he drawled. "You're already panicking? It's barely a puddle, what are you scared of?"
He gave it a couple more seconds, watching the stream of air bubbles slow down before he dragged her up again. She hiccupped and coughed as much as the gag would allow her too, choking ugly. Her mascara was running down her face like soot tracks, her pink strands plastered against her forehead; her eyes a wild sheen.
"I'd say you look just as ugly as you are on the inside now, but for that comment to work, you'd have to have been pretty to start with," he said lightly and released his grip. "And Yamanaka was always the pretty one, both inside and out, I guess."
She slumped down on the floor, her body wrecked with coughs, while he looped the rope back around the needle, forcing her upper body straight against the wall.
He tutted his lips. "You're already such a mess and we haven't even started yet. Who's the baby now, hm?"
Her pathetic weak noises seemed to rebound through the room, aggravating him, and he went to his bag, started riffling through it, trying to decide which tool he wanted to use first. Figured the noises she made would be just as ugly as she was. It was a good thing he'd thought to gag her, because he didn't think he would be able to stand that high pitched voice of hers otherwise.
"You know, normally I'd like to take my time, but I'm going to be honest with you," he said and retrieved two knives from the bag, "you're so annoying I don't want to waste more time with you than I already will. Frankly, you're not worth my time at all, but I can't let you get away with your bullshit either."
She started shaking even worse than before, big fat tears welling down when she spotted the knives in his hands when he walked back over to her. He squatted down in front of her and smirked, resting the tip of one of the knives on the floor, right next to her bound legs and twirled it gently; the silver blade gleaming in the weak light above them.
"Yeah, not really so tough anymore, hm?" he murmured, watching through half lidded eyes how her gaze was fixated on the spinning blade. "Funny how things can turn around so quickly, right? One minute you feel like you're a bad bitch for making Naruto remember all that bullshit and the next you're here, looking miserable as fuck."
He clucked his tongue and halted the spinning knife, sliding the other one across her left cheek. It left a red line behind right underneath her eye where he paused the knife. She was almost hyperventilating by this point; her breathing ragged as her eyes strained to watch the tip of the knife.
"You really are no fun, you know," he sighed disappointed. "I knew not to expect too much from you, but to be this easy to break? I'd expected a bit more."
He paused and when she dragged her eyes from the knife, he smirked darkly. "Nah, I lied. I didn't expect anything at all." Quick as a snake he rammed the knife into her right thigh, grinning when she jack-knifed; her scream of agony muffled by the rag. Blood started dripping down her thigh, the majority of it still held back by the knife.
He considered pulling out the knife, which would send the blood flowing a lot quicker, but decided not to – at least for now. That would be too easy.
"I might not be taking my time, but I'm going to make you feel like hell," he promised darkly.
She started sobbing again amidst her muffled screaming, but he paid it no mind, instead using the other knife to carve a circle in her stomach through the cloth of her dress. She tried to squirm away, her voice somehow gaining another pitch, and he huffed annoyed, slamming his hand down on the knife still stuck in her thigh. It drove down deeper in her thigh, hitting the bone this time, and this time her scream was at least silent. He turned back to her stomach, pulling the torn cloth out of the way, revealing the bleeding circle he'd drawn with his knife. Cocking his head to the left he picked up the knife again and this time he cut straight across her stomach, from her left side to her right, tearing apart layers of muscles and fat until he reached her organs.
Her intestines gleamed wetly and blood started profusely spilling out of the cut, darkening the floor where her dress couldn't soak it up any longer.
"Back then I told Naruto you didn't have the guts to apologise to him," he said idly, poking what might be her stomach with the knife. "Guess for once I was wrong after all, imagine that."
She didn't seem to be listening to him anymore, however. She was completely still now, her wide eyes bugging out of their sockets as she stared at her cut open stomach. A shock ran through her body, her eyes rolled back, and then she slumped down like a puppet with its strings cut. Already out cold.
He sighed and tutted his lips. And Naruto was supposed to be the baby? She hadn't even been able to hold out for a full twenty minutes without blacking out.
Ah well, at least he didn't have to listen to her annoying voice anymore.
He watched the other man open the fridge and shove some bottles around before straightening up with a bottle of iced tea.
"Heard you had fun without me," he remarked and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.
His husband turned around, but it was his smirk and his look in those blue eyes that were aimed at Sasuke. "Well, I got a bit impatient," Kurama retorted and snickered, stretching out his left arm before he uncapped the tea. "Besides you were already arranging the clean-up, I figured we would split the chores evenly."
Kurama, the other one living inside of Naruto. Dissociative Identity Disorder was what Tsunade had called it. After years of being abused by his foster parents and years of being bullied, a separate personality had emerged from within Naruto. A personality who named himself Kurama and who was everything Naruto thought he wasn't: confident, sly, strong. Taking over during those moments when Naruto wanted to rest, when he no longer wanted to be around a situation or person causing him immense stress.
Tsunade thought the trauma of the abuse had created Kurama, as a way for Naruto to escape his vile reality at times. Kurama claimed he'd always been there from the start, coming out whenever it was necessary.
Sasuke didn't have many occasions to talk with Kurama, which as Tsunade had quietly informed him was a good thing, because it meant that Naruto trusted him, that Naruto felt no need to let the other one take over when they were together. The dark haired man was humbled at that show of trust, knowing how hard it was for Naruto to let people in after so many horrible years. He just wished Kurama never had had to appear in the first place. Because his existence was blatant proof of just how badly Naruto had been mistreated before Sasuke had been able to step in. It was proof of the horrible life Naruto had been forced in; foster parents who'd cared more about the money than their actual son, vile classmates who felt tough beating up the lonely kid.
The first time Sasuke had been aware of Kurama's existence was five years ago when they had come across Naruto's former foster parents. They had never been convicted for anything, child services never doing more than creating the occasional file that was left to collect dust in a cabinet somewhere. Those poor excuses of human beings had been allowed to live their life freely without a care in the world.
Until Kurama had emerged and had punished them once and for all.
Sasuke had immediately known something had been off with Naruto. Not only because he'd found him right after he'd knocked out the couple and had been stuffing them in their own car, but because the look in those blue eyes had not been one he'd ever seen Naruto with. The Naruto who'd been stuffing his former foster parents in their own car that evening had been cocky, smirking; his eyes gleaming meanly in a way they had never done before.
"Who are you?" Sasuke demanded, narrowing his eyes.
The blond man turned to face him; his smirk widening as he spread his arms. "I'm Kurama, Naruto's Other. Pleased to make your acquaintances."
After Kurama had finished his punishment – he'd been very clear he wouldn't tolerate any interference – and had disappeared to wherever he went whenever Naruto was in charge, Sasuke had taken Naruto to Tsunade, letting her perform several tests on him.
She hadn't been able to tell Sasuke much. Kurama had been quite reluctant to appear, only showing up long enough to confirm that what Sasuke had seen that night hadn't been a hallucination. Kurama took over whenever Naruto was too overwhelmed, he'd begrudgingly explained, and he'd warned them all of the consequences of what would happen if they should decide to try to lock Naruto away.
Sasuke had never planned to lock him away. He'd only wanted to have confirmation that he hadn't been imagining things. Most of the time Kurama didn't even show up at all. Before tonight it had been nearly two years since Kurama had shown up last.
"You're lucky our family knows how to deal with this kind of situation," Sasuke sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Can't really scold me when you were planning to join me," Kurama pointed out, infuriatingly calm.
"Does Naruto know what you were doing?"
Even after five years it still wasn't completely clear to him just how much Naruto knew about Kurama and what the latter did whenever he was in charge of his body. Naruto had mentioned he knew about Kurama, but seemed reluctant to actually discuss him. Sasuke had never pushed him. Naruto would talk when he was ready and even if that day never came, that was still okay.
Because Naruto was still with him, was still happy with him and that was all that mattered.
"He knows that I wasn't going to let her get away with saying that shit," Kurama said and shrugged. "He never asks for details and I don't bother him with it. You got rid of her?"
"Completely, yes," Sasuke answered, because she hadn't exactly been in one piece anymore by the time Sasuke had come across her.
"Then my work here is done," Kurama said airily and after drinking some tea, he closed the bottle again and placed it on the kitchen counter.
When he turned around again, it was Naruto looking back at Sasuke; a hint of worry in his eyes. "He didn't bother you, did he?"
Sasuke snorted quietly. It hadn't been him that Kurama had bothered. "No, he didn't. You okay?"
"Yeah," Naruto sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Kind of wish we hadn't gone, but well, it's over."
"It's over," Sasuke confirmed and crossed the small distance between them, pulling him in his arms. "Told you it'd be a waste of time."
Naruto huffed, rubbing his forehead back and forth across Sasuke's chest. "Food was good, though."
"Not better than what we could have made or ordered," Sasuke pointed out, smiling when Naruto chuckled. "You ready to go to bed?"
"For sleep or …" Naruto trailed off, looking at him faux innocently.
If Naruto was still bothered by what had happened tonight, he was good at hiding it and Sasuke was loathe to remind him of it. Sasuke had no problem going along with what Naruto wanted now – no better way to end this particular evening than by loving each other.
Perhaps a part of him should be disturbed by the fact that one of their old classmates had ended up murdered after she'd run her mouth. Perhaps he shouldn't feel safe around his husband, knowing there was someone else inside of him that would have no issues getting rid of him if he ever badly hurt Naruto. Perhaps it shouldn't be so easy to forget about everything that had happened tonight when Naruto cradled him between his legs, accepting him within his body.
So many 'perhaps' but Sasuke couldn't find it in him to care. He'd never given a shit about Haruno and if Kurama hadn't taken care of her, Sasuke would have after she'd so callously thrown Naruto's horrible past back into his face like it had been nothing. She should have just kept quiet, should have just walked away, but she hadn't and that was on her. He knew he didn't have to fear for himself, because he loved Naruto and Naruto loved him; there would never be a reason for Kurama to turn against him.
Haruno had got what had been coming to her, simple as that.
Black pupils expanded even more in those glistening blue eyes when Sasuke hit that particular spot within him directly and he grunted when nails dug into his shoulders, dragging him even closer to Naruto, crushing the last remaining distance between them. Strong thighs tightened around his waist and then those hands travelled downwards, landing on his arse and digging his fingers into his cheeks as if to push him even deeper inside.
"I love you," Naruto muttered into his neck; lips almost feverishly dancing across his skin, fluttering like a butterfly's wings.
Sasuke caught his gaze, held it before locking their mouths together in a deep kiss, swallowing Naruto's moan when he swiftly pushed back inside; gripping his right hand and pressing it into the pillow next to his head.
"I love you too," he whispered and pulled away just far enough to drown in those glittering blue eyes.
The evening might have been a mess, but they were all right now, Sasuke knew. They would always be all right, as long as they had each other.
The End
AN2: Extra warnings: Naruto suffers from DID (dissociative identity disorder) as a result from the abuse and the bullying he underwent when he was younger. Kurama takes over whenever Naruto becomes too overwhelmed, meaning whenever something reminds him of his past trauma and he doesn't know how to deal with it properly.
Again I don't mean to offend anyone with this! I know DID does not mean that the other personalities will be violent, so do not take this as a representation of DID.. This is basically my take of how Kyuubi would be integrated in a story if you mix canon and modern verse. I figured he would act as a separate personality if he was brought from canon to modern verse.
So yes, please know that I mean no offense with this story. (I did warn you all that it would become quite dark)
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I will try to update at least one of my other stories this weekend still, but I kind of busted the right side of my ribs and it's a bit distracting at times. Just know that I haven't forgotten about my other projects; my time management just sucks major balls nowadays.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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