Natural-Born Predator | By : SenyaLing Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 1:
Detour
Kakashi awoke confused.
He was in a dim room, echo-y and damp, with the sound of dripping water audible off in the distance. His head hurt. As he slowly made his woozy way back toward consciousness, his sensitive nose caught the smell of smoke, and he glanced up to notice that there were torches on the walls of the room that cast a weak, flickering golden light over the rug-covered earthen floor, as well as the bed he had been laid out on.
How had he gotten here? He didn't quite remember...
His feet were bound together, and his hands tied above his head, but the bonds were simple rope ties that he quickly set about removing. He may have been only thirteen years old, but Hatake Kakashi was a full-fledged Jounin of Konohagakure; this pathetic level of restraint was nothing against his skills...
But as he made to rise from his place on the bed, his head suddenly gave a lurch of disorientation and he found himself sinking back into place, taking a deep, shuddering breath as he quickly laid back down. The bout of dizziness passed before long, but he feared moving might set it off again... what had been done to him? Had he been given some kind of drug?
And where was this, and who had him, and how the hell had he gotten here? He tried to think harder on it for a moment, but got nothing for his troubles save the beginnings of a headache.
Moving carefully, he sat up a little and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, glancing down at himself to see if there were any clues evident on his person. He was wearing his usual clothes, though his hitai-ate was gone, replaced with a cotton medical eyepatch over his Sharingan; and whoever had captured him seemed to have divested him of all weapons, including the best-hidden ones -- he felt around with one hand behind his back, only to note that even the senbon he usually hid under the back of his mask had been discovered.
They must have stripped me naked to be able to disarm me that far...
He stopped to frown uncomfortably down at the bedsheets for a moment before continuing his examination. All his supplies were gone, and the medical pouch Rin had given him too; he seemed to be left only with the clothes on his back, which were slightly dirty. Had he been in a struggle?
Well, at least they'd left him his mask.
But how had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered was saying goodbye to Sensei, on his way home for the evening... how long ago had that been? Was Sensei okay? He was preparing to take the office of Hokage any day now, so it was no time for him to be hurt, or stuck outside the village, or getting into any kind of trouble...
"Oh, my. So you've finally woken up."
The familiar voice that echoed from the opposite side of the room almost made Kakashi jump.
Orochimaru.
The Sannin stepped through the doorway and into the little room with a faint smile playing around porcelain lips, absently brushing some of his long dark hair away from his face as he walked over to look down at the boy on the bed with a deceptively benevolent-seeming gaze.
Orochimaru, who had been gone from Konoha for two weeks, newly declared missing-nin...
"Good morning, Kakashi-kun." There was a mischevious glint to the older man's eyes. "I've been looking forward to having a chat with you."
Kakashi stared up at him, trying not to let the tension coursing through his body show in his expression. "O.... Orochimaru... Where are we? Why am I here? Did you kidnap me...!?"
"Kidnapping. Such a vulgar word." Orochimaru almost looked like he might laugh. "It's true I took you without your consent. But in time I think you will come to appreciate life here in Otogakure."
"Otogakure?" Kakashi's eyes narrowed. "There is no such village..."
Orochimaru's smile widened. The man leaned down close to Kakashi, whose entire body went rigid as the Sannin stroked a single finger down his mask-covered cheek.
"There is now, Kakashi-kun," Orochimaru whispered.
"I've created a new home for myself. But after all, living all by oneself is a terribly lonely state of affairs. I suspect our little family will be much happier with the addition of a pet."
A shiver of foreboding crept down Kakashi's spine.
"What are you talking about...?" he demanded, scowling up at the Sannin, whose face was still inches from his own. "Whatever you think you're planning with me, there's no way you can keep me here... if I don't escape myself, Sensei will come for me!"
"Oh?"
Orochimaru let out a quiet chuckle, and reached to tug away the mask from Kakashi's face; the boy squirmed backwards on the bed, instinctively looking for an opening to attack, but Orochimaru crawled up atop the sheets to tower over him, one hand grabbing one of Kakashi's wrists as he yanked the mask down the rest of the way.
"...Beautiful. If you were a few years older, you would be your father, Kakashi-kun," the Sannin remarked with a little smile as he gazed down on Kakashi's exposed face.
"And if you truly believe anyone is coming for you..."
He leaned down further, whispering the next words feather-light against Kakashi's lips.
"You are a silly creature indeed."
No further words were spoken for a while.
The newly-christened Fourth Hokage was growing frantic. His student Hatake Kakashi had been missing for nearly a week, and though he had people searching high and low for the boy -- against his advisors' wishes, he'd even sent out a detachment of ANBU to comb the village outskirts for potential leads -- it was as if Kakashi had vanished into thin air. The day Yondaime had stepped into Kakashi's home to find him missing, even the little apartment had been in pristine condition, as if the boy had simply walked out and never come back.
He frowned down at the paperwork on his desk in utter frustration. This was no way to begin his reign as Hokage -- he was so worried he couldn't concentrate on his work...
"Kakashi... where are you...?"
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