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Dem Bones	By : zomboid Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This will not be pleasant, I guarantee it.
Dem Bones

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It was choking him, pushing down on his tongue and forcing his gag reflex to kick in. The horrible spoon was cupping the back of his tongue and no matter how many times he swallowed or tried to spit he couldn�t. The master watched him with amusement and anger. The master had tried to kiss him and he�d bitten the bastard�s tongue. Master or not, no man took advantage of Momochi Zabuza. So the master had called upon the blinding pain that was always lurking in his brain and brought him to his knees, had called upon his henchmen to take hold of his arms and his hair, to jerk his head back as the master revealed a horrible looking contraption. A bridle, it was called, and Zabuza was told to be thankful it wasn�t the one with needles on the bit. The spoon was just as bad, the head of the thing covering nearly the whole of his tongue and choked him. He couldn�t speak, couldn�t even make a sound without pain flaring in his throat and palate and teeth. The leather straps around his head were cinched so tight that it was giving him a headache. He wanted it off, but the men who followed the master were holding his hands tight behind his back. He glared hatred at the master and felt the pain in his head escalated and he screamed even with the spoon choking him.

Then the beating began, the punishment that added pain on top of pain and he kept screaming until his throat was raw and he couldn�t scream anymore. The master waved his hand and Zabuza was left alone, though the pain kept him from moving even an inch across the floor to the sword that waited for him, that sang for him to drench it in the blood of those who were hurting him.

�Oh, Zabuza,� the master whispered, crouching before him and stroking the skull of Haku like he would � and tried � to caress Zabuza, which was how this had started in the first place. Zabuza growled, then whimpered as the pain became unbearable again.

�Now, now, Zabuza. That�s no way to treat your master.� The skull was set down in front of him, his hand taken and set on top of the skull. The bridle was removed and he spit blood out onto the master�s robes. Pain again lanced up his spine into his brain and his fingers spasmed around the skull. But he couldn�t crush it, wouldn�t, because this skull was important to him. The pain lessened then and Zabuza smiled at the comforting feeling. The master�s face twisted into a cruel snarl and he kicked Zabuza in the stomach, forcing the man to curl up in a fetal position and whimper. He picked up the skull � the real reason why Zabuza whimpered � and held it out to him like one would a dog treat to an unruly puppy.

�You want this, you bastard? You forget constantly that I own you! I hold these bones, you�re bound to the bones, and so you are bound to me!�

Zabuza glared up at the master as he was kicked over and over again, teeth bared in a snarl. Pain, horrible pain, took hold in his spine and in his brain and he writhed, screaming because this time the pain didn�t stop. It didn�t stop until he�d stopped screaming, until his brain had locked his consciousness away in a dark little corner and left the body to its fate. He couldn�t return to the body, he didn�t want the pain that tortured him constantly. But he heard those words, the words that chased him that he ignored with all his heart. He ignored them because those words were spoken in that horrible, gravelly voice that he knew didn�t belong to the one he wanted. But these words, the ones he heard now, these words were spoken in Haku�s voice, Haku�s beautiful, deceiving voice.

�Bound,� Zabuza mumbled, eyes slowly closing.

�Get up.�

The body rose, Zabuza staring at the master out of dead and dull hazel eyes. He saw the master, saw Haku in his arms and instinctively stilled because if Haku was in the master�s arms then Haku knew what the master was doing. And for Haku, Zabuza would do anything. The master shifted, Haku disappeared, but the trap had already been set and Zabuza had already taken the bait. The master was surprised at the dead-eyed stare, but at this moment he didn�t care. Zabuza was finally under his control. To be sure, though, the master reached up to tangle his hand in Zabuza�s hair and pulled his head down, pressing their mouths together. No retaliation so he took it a step further, raping Zabuza�s mouth with his tongue. Zabuza wasn�t kissing back but that didn�t matter because Zabuza wasn�t reacting at all. Favourably, unfavourably, it didn�t matter because Zabuza wasn�t reacting at all.

�Follow me.� The master ordered, and stepped a few paces away, picking up the bridle before he turned to find Zabuza right behind him. The dead hazel eyes never moved from his face, that look alone unnerving him. He slapped Zabuza hard across the face and spat out the order to never meet his master in the eyes. Obediently, the dead hazel gaze fell to the floor, staring at his feet.

�To your knees.�

Zabuza obeyed, dropping to his knees and looking up when the master�s hand cupped his chin and forced him to look up. The master�s face was twisted in hatred and lust but Zabuza didn�t see that. He didn�t see anything but the specter of Haku resting across the master�s shoulders. But that specter vanished, leaving no doubt at whom it was who was kissing him. But Zabuza obeyed, because he couldn�t do anything else. He fought, oh how he fought, but the chains of the words wrapped around him and held him and caressed him with sweetened touches full of poison.
The Zabuza that was known as the Demon of the Hidden Mist was chained that day, in the deep, dark recesses of a mind abused and tortured by loss and pain and self-hatred. The Demon couldn�t fight, didn�t want to fight now, because Haku was gone. The bones were out of his reach and Haku was gone. Oh, the body the Demon inhabited didn�t give up, but the Demon was gone and the only one who was left in the body was Momochi Zabuza, the lost, tortured man who had felt his heart die once too many. The body fought against the touches, Zabuza himself fought against the touches that he hated, he wouldn�t ever give up.

But he had to obey, because the spell didn�t give him a choice. Dull hazel stared up at the man who was his master, at the man he had to obey, because the spell of the bones made it so. The Demon could only watch and seethe and hate while Zabuza was forced to obey. Right now, only his mouth was violated, but Zabuza didn�t feel a thing.

�Who do you belong to? Say you belong to Shunsuke Aoiyama.�

Zabuza stared. Shunsuke snarled and slapped him. Zabuza accepted the blow and stared at the floor. Shunsuke kicked him again, beat him, until Zabuza whimpered out his name. More pain and Zabuza screamed out the name of the master, of who he belonged to, all the while the Demon within, the true Zabuza, writhed and screamed denials. His jaw was forced open, the spoon slid over his tongue and the leather straps cinched into place. Zabuza got to his feet and followed Shunsuke out of the room, followed by one of the henchman who carried the sword that sang to Zabuza. Zabuza watched, listened, numbed by pain that had become a gentle caress since his mind had shattered into several different fragmented personalities. The Demon was chained in the darkness, the frightened boy standing aside to the shadows, the broken man standing in the light, and the conglomerate of all three was what inhabited the body.

Shunsuke learned that very fast.

And he grinned as he held aloft the skull and stared at it greedily.

The conglomerate Zabuza had all the skills and abilities of the Demon, the timidness of the broken man, and the need to please that came from the frightened boy. He was so much more and so much less but Shunsuke didn�t care. He had a weapon, an unthinking, unfeeling bodyguard that did as he was told and didn�t complain. Well, he couldn�t complain, not with the spoon of the bridle gagging him. He didn�t make any noise either, as noises were punished and punishment was only for those who didn�t obey. The bones though, their spell made sure that Zabuza would obey unfailingly.

Shunsuke looked over then at his puppet, his servant, and grinned at the sight of Zabuza covered in blood and gore, the blade of his sword shining with the crimson and viscera of the men who had been so loyal to Shunsuke through this little trip to retrieve the bones of the last known carrier of the Kekkei Genkai from the Land of Water. They were just hired hands, anyway, and the more money Shunsuke saved in paying these vultures, the better off he was. After all, hired help could be bought again and given a taste of money and with Zabuza there to collect at the end of a job, well.

�Come now, Zabuza.� Shunsuke said, caressing Zabuza�s arm, before he dropped his touch to Zabuza�s bared leg, fingers trailing up cool flesh to tease the revealed hipbone. �Let�s go home now.�

Zabuza�s dead hazel gaze turned to his master, but there was no indication that he understood anything Shunsuke had said. He lifted the large broadsword and flicked it with just a twitch of his wrist, the blood and gore slinging off to stain the chopped bodies of his master�s enemies even more. The gleaming blade was then set into its sheath on his back and Zabuza followed his master from the hotel out into the night.
But then, something tugged at him like an annoying gnat, and only once did he look up from his feet to stare behind him, trying to located that insistent tug. It was like a siren's call, and he felt the need to turn around and run, though his feet remained firmly in place.
His name was barked, so he hurried to catch up.
Had he hesitated a moment longer, he just might have been free.

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I told you so. If anyone would like to join the "I Wanna Tear Shunsuke Apart" Club, please hand in all applications to Haku. Don't worry about finding him, he'll find you.
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