[Fic] Pet chapter 6/?
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chuunin_archiveTitle: Pet
Chapter Title: Rage
Author: Chibi
Chapter Summary: “Naruto… has quite the spirit. And if he is pushed too much, if he is backed into a corner… he will lash out.”
Chapter Warnings: Yaoi, yuri, lemon, non-con, masturbation, angst, violence, death
Previous Parts:
Fanfiction.Net (cut): http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2120013/1/
TONFA (uncut): http://www.narutofic.org/viewstory.php?sid=63
Pairings (in this chapter): Sasuke and Naruto, Itachi and Naruto, Orochimaru and Naruto, Haku and Gaara, Ino and Sakura, Tsunade and Shizune
Notes: My god has it been 2 years since I’ve touched this fic? I’m terribly sorry, seriously, real life and just… lots of things got in the way. But I am determined to finish this fic, I swear!
And sorry for the sudden jump into present tense, I write in present tense so much now that it's really hard to go back into writing in past tense. I hope to keep this fic updated more often since it's one of the few that I have completely planned out. Please enjoy this next part even if it is very, very late.
Oh! I also plan on kinda redoing this fic, as in, fixing it up (you know, grammar, better descriptions, stuff like that). I’ll probably just post it on TONFA or on my y! gallery, no need to really repost it on livejournal (unless if people want me to). I think I’m going to redo the whole thing in present tense because… that’s how I usually write now ^__^ Anyhow, I hope everyone enjoyed this part, and sorry for the delay!
Chapter Title: Rage
Author: Chibi
Chapter Summary: “Naruto… has quite the spirit. And if he is pushed too much, if he is backed into a corner… he will lash out.”
Chapter Warnings: Yaoi, yuri, lemon, non-con, masturbation, angst, violence, death
Previous Parts:
Fanfiction.Net (cut): http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2120013/1/
TONFA (uncut): http://www.narutofic.org/viewstory.php?sid=63
Pairings (in this chapter): Sasuke and Naruto, Itachi and Naruto, Orochimaru and Naruto, Haku and Gaara, Ino and Sakura, Tsunade and Shizune
Notes: My god has it been 2 years since I’ve touched this fic? I’m terribly sorry, seriously, real life and just… lots of things got in the way. But I am determined to finish this fic, I swear!
And sorry for the sudden jump into present tense, I write in present tense so much now that it's really hard to go back into writing in past tense. I hope to keep this fic updated more often since it's one of the few that I have completely planned out. Please enjoy this next part even if it is very, very late.
Oh! I also plan on kinda redoing this fic, as in, fixing it up (you know, grammar, better descriptions, stuff like that). I’ll probably just post it on TONFA or on my y! gallery, no need to really repost it on livejournal (unless if people want me to). I think I’m going to redo the whole thing in present tense because… that’s how I usually write now ^__^ Anyhow, I hope everyone enjoyed this part, and sorry for the delay!
The alarm clock, for some reason, thinks that it’s a good idea to crackle on at seven in the morning. She is quick to teach it a lesson and swats the top of it with her hand. One, two, it takes three times to find the snooze button to silence the clock for 15 more minutes of sleep. The sun, however, does not wait for 15 minutes and decides to attempt to wake the woman up before the snooze wears off on the alarm. Mumbling a string of sleep filled curses stupid fucking sunlight why doesn’t someone use a shotgun to shoot the goddamn motherfucking sun out of the sky she pulls the covers over her head. Her eyes close, and she lets sleep guide her back into dreams sprinkled in images of the previous night. She chuckles and curls up in the bed, remembering how her and her lover couldn’t make it out of the car without-BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
The alarm clock, for some reason, thinks that it's a good idea to crackle on at seven-fifteen in the morning.
Stupid. Fucking. Alarm clock. And when she pulls the covers away to shut it off the sun gives her one good blast in the eye. Stupid. Fucking. Sunlight! “All right, all right! I’m up!” She screams and slides out of the bed, “Are you happy now?!” She shakes her fist at the window and the sun continues to mock her by beaming its rays onto the angry fist.
“Tsunade!”
“Argh!” Goddamn early morning girlfriend who doesn‘t believe in sleeping in. “I'm awake, all right? You don't have to scream at me!” Damn Shizune, how can she be awake, showered, dressed, and making breakfast? Why did she have to be in love with a woman who thought waking up before the sun was normal?
“Tsunade, Tsunade!” Shizune runs into the bedroom and grabs her hand, “Come quick, you need to see this.” Before Tsunade can even think about grabbing a toothbrush she’s dragged out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the kitchen. The kitchen table is decorated with plates full of eggs, bacon, and freshly buttered toast. Tsunade’s stomach begins to make happy little noises and suddenly, Shizune is God.
“A wonderful breakfast, as always.” Tsunade smiles and kisses Shizune on her cheek, reaching for a piece of toast.
“That's not what I brought you in here for!” Shizune slaps Tsunade’s hand away and in two seconds Shizune goes from being God to being a pain in the ass. Instead of stuffing toast in her mouth Tsunade finds herself staring at the front page of the morning paper.
MAN MURDERED DURING BUSINESS PARTY.
“That’s really awful, but why do I need to see this?”
Shizune sighs and says, “Keep reading.”
Tsunade rolls her eyes and continues with the story: man murdered in the middle of big business party--thanks for repeating the headline--blah blah blah, looks like he was attacked by some kind of animal...
Pink feathers.
Stabbing his skin.
Inside and out.
Third bizarre death in the same night, two more--a husband and wife--found dead in their home...
Yellow feathers.
Flesh eating.
“These are the people who bought Ino and Sakura…” Tsunade whispers. And she remembers the night the two birds were separated, the way they screamed for each other, the way they promised to find each other again. “Those girls... did they kill…”
“I-I didn't mean to.”
Tsunade looks behind her, staring at Sakura who is standing there, shaking, her skin and feathers covered in dry dandruff like flakes of blood. “I didn't mean to,” she whispers over and over again, “I didn't mean to.”
“She came by while you were sleeping, tapping on the window and apologizing.”
“I just wanted Ino... I-I just wanted my Ino back.”
Tsunade tries to find the right words to say, tries to fight down the fear that tickles the back of her throat but it tastes like yesterday’s scrambled eggs trying to rise from the pit of her stomach.
“I flew around for so long until I caught your scent, so I thought... c-can I rest here? Until I can go back to Haku?”
Tsunade finally manages to speak and asks, “Haku? Who is Haku?”
“My original master.”
“What? But... don't you mean Itachi?”
“No,” Sakura whispers, shaking her head, “Itachi bought us from Haku. He broke the contract and separated us. I-I didn't mean to kill... I-I swear I didn't mean it.”
“Contract? Haku?” What did all of that mean? “Sakura... maybe you should explain.”
**
Pet
Chapter 6: Rage
The only way to describe the sex is with the word “mechanical,” for it has become a robotic routine of thrusts that no longer carry the spark of hot sex. Morning sex has become tedious, the type of sex a couple has to try and hold onto the final strands of the relationship. The bed is the only thing making noise, creaking as their bodies move in overly rehearsed movements. The unpredictable passion is gone and when the sex--if it can even be called that--is over it leaves one curled up in the bed, the other getting up and wordlessly slipping on his clothes.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No, what makes you think that?”
“Because... this isn't like us.” The curled up one sits up and looks over at the one putting on his clothes and whispers, “Did I do something wrong, Haku?”
“No.” Haku is too quick to answer as he tries to tie a light pink sash around his waist.
“You use to let me help you get dressed.”
“Gaara, it’s nothing,” and Haku finally gets the sash tied around his waist but then decides that he is not in the mood for pink. He unties it and tosses it uncaringly to the ground then looks inside of his closet for another sash--maybe a belt instead of a sash?--to wrap around his body.
“… all right,” Gaara says, then he slides out of the bed and picks his clothes up from the ground, “I should get dressed and go.”
“Go?” Haku turns to look at Gaara and Gaara is surprised to see the look on Haku’s face, like a kid standing in an empty house while mommy explains why daddy isn’t coming home.
“Yeah… just back to Itachi, like I always do.” Gaara pulls up his jeans and Haku suddenly doesn’t like the way they curve around his lover’s ass. He suddenly doesn’t like the three belts looped around Gaara’s waist and he especially doesn’t like the form fitting fishnet that decorates Gaara’s chest.
“Do you have to wear that?”
“Huh? Wear what?”
And Haku wonders when exactly he started becoming the jerk of a husband in those women’s network movies, because he says, “That. Wear those clothes. You make it look like you want to get fucked.” And Haku wonders when exactly he started using such harsh language, but he has, so he is, and that’s the end of that. He can’t help but feel a little mad at Gaara, who hasn’t told him the truth about him and Itachi (not to mention the auctions) so he feels the need to put some of the blame on him. Even if Haku absolutely hates the “It’s your fault for wearing that” argument it’s all he has at the moment, so he’s sticking with it.
“That’s the point,” Gaara says, “It’s what you taught us to do, remember?”
And Haku feels those words slap him across his face because Gaara is only doing what he was taught to do. Pets are supposed to be appealing at all times. Pets are always supposed to be desired. Gaara’s being the perfect pet, being the walking billboard of sex that he is, what made Haku think that Itachi--or anyone for that matter--would listen to that inserted “don’t touch my Gaara” rule? Haku sure as hell wouldn’t listen to it; Gaara is worth any form of torture or death, Haku would willingly walk to the guillotine, black bag over his head, ready to be executed in front of the crowd. So Haku understands Itachi and his desires, and he most certainly understands that Gaara is hands down the sexiest creature in the heavens, hell, and earth. And he even understands the auctions, to a certain extent, because deep down Haku is a businessman too and he knows how the rich and powerful feel the need to make a profit. Profits are the equivalent to mind-blowing orgasms in the business world.
But just because he understands doesn’t mean he isn’t going to break Itachi’s neck with the razor sharp claws of a falcon or two and feed his insides to the shark that swims around in Itachi’s office.
It’s more than a little unfair, really. If he really wanted Gaara for himself he shouldn’t have let him be sold, right? That is the underline message in a bottle; if he wants Gaara he needs to keep him for himself. But Haku is simply the store owner, he isn’t supposed to keep any of the pets. Pets are supposed to be shared with the world… just not Gaara, who Itachi can have but not touch despite the fact that he is Gaara’s rightful owner. It’s a complete contradiction that makes absolutely no sense, but Haku could care less because hey, its Gaara.
Gaara laces up his boots and gives a wave to Haku, “I’ll see you tonight,” he says as he heads for the door. And Haku wonders when he made a switch in personality, because now he doesn’t feel like the asshole husband. Instead, he feels like the overdramatic soap opera girlfriend who stands and watches her boyfriend/husband/lover/friend go off into a dangerous situation. He feels the need to run to Gaara boiling in his veins and is torn over what he should do. He doesn’t want to let Gaara walk away, he doesn’t want Itachi touching him, but he’s a little sadistically proud of Gaara for being sensual enough to make a man break the contract and touch him. Still, the thought of Itachi having Gaara again is too much, so Haku does the only thing he can think of doing to make Gaara stay.
“Gaara,” his voice is low, commanding, and it makes Gaara stop before he can open the door and leave, “I know that Itachi broke the contract and I know about the auctions.”
And Gaara’s eyes widen and he turns to Haku, “How long have you known?”
“I should be asking you that. How long has the contract been broken?”
“I…”
“How long!” And it’s the first time Gaara has ever seen Haku pissed, genuinely pissed off about something. Part of him feels like a puppy who is being scolded, a puppy who presses itself against the wall to try and avoid being hit with the rolled up newspaper.
Before Gaara can answer the door behind them opens and a young man walks in, his expression bored and tired as if having just woken up from a thousand year nap, “Haku? You need to get out here,” he says.
“I’m busy.”
“It’s important,” he says, “Ino has returned and she doesn’t look so good.”
“Ino?” Haku looks over at Gaara and frowns, “Is she one of the ones he auctioned off?”
“She… yes…”
“Was Sakura with her?”
Gaara doesn’t answer and Haku frowns even more, “We’ll finish this later, Gaara. Take me to her, Shikamaru,” he says to the young man standing at the door. Shikamaru nods and walks out of the room with Haku, his feet clicking against the floor like a deer trotting across the street. Gaara doesn’t move to go after them, instead he sinks down to the ground, presses himself against the wall, and stays there to try and avoid being hit with the rolled up newspaper.
**
The bed always feels best on a day off. There is no shrill alarm clock that has to go off, therefore, sleeping can go on for a much longer period of time. Sasuke decides to sleep until noon, or rather, he decides to attempt to sleep until noon since he’s cursed with a mental alarm that always wakes him up at seven. Like clockwork he had woken up at seven on the dot, but instead of having to get ready to imprison himself in a suit and tie he took pride in laying in bed while Itachi walked through the house to get ready and face morning traffic. Mocking is the best form of art, and even when it’s done quietly it still tastes just as sweet.
Sasuke had taken an extra long moment to listen to the extra set of footsteps following after his brother: Naruto. And he couldn’t help but feel a small bit of smugness when those footsteps stopped longingly in front of his bedroom door, then they quickly rushed after Itachi to catch up to him. At this Sasuke had given a quiet chuckle before he curled up in his bed to try and fall back asleep.
His thoughts had become plagued with images of the fox and the previous night they had shared, and immediately Sasuke remembered what it felt like to taste sweet heaven on the tip of his tongue. For a moment he let himself feel like an immature locker room teenager who had just “scored” with the big breasted chick with the short skirts and button-down shirts. Damn, he could still feel his hands gripping onto Naruto’s hips as they moved against each other in the front seat of his car, he could still feel the heat rising and fogging up the windows, making it hard--or maybe it was the sex that made it hard--to breathe. And with those thoughts, while Itachi was getting ready for work, Sasuke had covered his mouth with one hand and slid the other inside of his boxers.
And now, here we are, at noon o’clock sharp Sasuke is finally awake again.
Sasuke gets out of bed with purpose in his step, heading over to the closet and grabbing his civilian “ha ha I don’t have to go to work” clothing for the day: black turtleneck with crisp black jeans pressed to Uchiha perfection. He knows what he wants to spend the rest of the day doing and after a quick shower--which includes a moment of sliding his wet hand in between his legs and imagining it as Naruto’s mouth--and a bite to eat Sasuke is dressed and out the door.
It’s going to take a while to find out the location of Haku’s store, where he is going to get all of the questions he has answered.
**
The ride to the Uchiha building is nerve wrecking. Itachi hasn’t said a word to Naruto and despite the fact that Naruto has no regrets over last night, Naruto wishes that his master would at least yell at him or something. A quiet Itachi is scarier than a vocally angry one, and ever since their quick conversation last night where Naruto flat-out told Itachi that he had slept with Sasuke, the two hadn’t exchanged words at all. Naruto wishes he could think of something to say to create some kind of noise in the car but there’s nothing left to be said.
Naruto had slept with someone else and he had loved every second of it, and he knows that if he gets another chance he will glue himself to Sasuke’s side.
When they arrive at the office Naruto shrinks into his fox form, waiting for Itachi to open the door and carry him into the office. When Itachi steps out of the car and closes his door there is a moment where Naruto thinks that his master will leave him in the car, not letting him out until he returns much later in the night. Thankfully, Itachi isn’t that cruel, and he opens the door for Naruto to jump out of the car. Naruto looks up at Itachi, waiting for the man to lift him up and carry him inside but Itachi turns and starts walking to the office, making Naruto follow after him.
When they step into the building all eyes are on Naruto. This is the first time the fox hasn’t been buried in Itachi’s arms or snuggled up inside of his coat so the full sight of Naruto makes people stop and stare. It makes him feel uneasy. It makes him want to run to Itachi and jump into his arms to hide from the whispers and curious gazes of the others in the building. It makes him feel like he’s at yet another auction, put on display for the rest of the world’s entertainment.
Is this punishment, he wonders, for what he did last night?
They make it to the elevator and up to Itachi’s office and they’re both surprised to see that Gaara isn’t waiting at the door for them. “Terrific,” Itachi mutters, and it’s the first thing he has said all morning. They step inside the office and Itachi throws his coat off, sighing as he reclines back in his chair. “Come here, Naruto.”
Naruto is surprised to be called on by Itachi but he quickly moves over to him, turning back into his human form. He stands in front of him, naked, as always, but this is the first time he feels like he’s naked. He has the urge to cover his body with his nine tails but he doesn’t want to risk upsetting Itachi--even if, technically, he has no regrets of last night--more than he already has.
“I want you to hear this,” Itachi says. Naruto nods his head, watching as Itachi picks up his phone. Naruto isn’t quite sure what his master is planning, but he knows that at some point his heart has become clogged in his throat from nervousness. Itachi dials a number and turns on his speakerphone, then he smirks as someone answers on the other line.
“Orochimaru’s office, Kabuto speaking, how may I help you?”
And Naruto’s eyes widen and the nervousness becomes full-blown fear.
**
It takes a while to finally get Ino to calm down; three cups of tea and a soothing back rub to be exact. Haku is sitting next to her, rubbing her back, while Shikamaru sits on the other side of Ino. He still has the bored, sleepy expression on his face, but the fact that he is sitting in the room with them shows that he cares. In Ino’s lap rests a brown and white striped butterball cat who has, instead of whiskers, red swirls on his cheeks. Ino has been petting the cat non-stop in an attempt to calm herself down, and it mostly works because the adorable furball won’t stop purring.
“You did nothing wrong,” Haku says, “It isn’t your fault that the contract was broken, it wasn’t your fault that those people made the mistake of taking Sakura away from you.”
“I shouldn’t have killed them…”
“They knew the rules,” Shikamaru says, “It’s not your fault that humans find rules too troublesome to pay attention to.”
“Shikamaru is right, Ino. All pet owners know the risks, you are not to blame.”
“But… I don’t think that man lets people know about the contracts.”
“You mean Itachi?” Haku tries really hard not to frown every time he says that man’s name, “Well then he is to blame, not you. And I bet the people who bought you and Sakura didn’t bother to ask about any rules concerning you two.”
“Why would someone purposely not warn people about us?” Ino asks, “Isn’t Itachi aware of the risks?”
“He is. Maybe… he just doesn’t care.”
“Or maybe he’s intentionally selling animals to people so that the animals can kill them.” Both Ino and Haku stare at Shikamaru who just shrugs and says, “What? It’s not an impossible concept.”
Ino frowns and slaps Shikamaru upside his head. “Why do you always think of the worst things, Shikamaru?”
Shikamaru frowns back at Ino and rubs the back of his head, mutter something about how troublesome women are.
“What was that, Shikamaru?” Ino flexes her claws in Shikamaru’s face. Shikamaru wisely shakes his head and says a soft nothing in response. “That’s what I thought,” Ino says with a smirk, then she goes back to scratching the kitty behind one of his ears.
“... well… it isn’t exactly an impossible concept…” Haku whispers, “Itachi is sadistic, and he does seem to enjoy breaking the contracts,” at this thought Haku frowns more and looks down the hallway. Gaara hasn’t left the bedroom yet, has he?
“How many people do you think have been killed since the auctions started?” Shikamaru asks.
“I don’t know. Ino, you were there…”
“… yes, but not as long as Gaara. You should probably ask him,” which of course translates to go and talk to Gaara he needs you.
Haku sighs and stands up, “I’ll get us more tea.”
“Haku… you can’t just not talk to Gaara. It’s not his fault that Itachi did those things.”
“He still could‘ve said something.”
“He was probably torn, Haku. I mean, who does he listen to? His master or you?” And that is the question of all questions, isn’t it? When it comes down to it who is a pet supposed to listen to? And no one, not even Haku, knows the answer to that.
**
Sasuke isn’t too surprised when he discovers that Haku’s shop is pretty hard to find. It’s the place that people have heard of yet they’ve never seen it with their own eyes.
Perhaps it’s down that one street? Maybe you have to turn into that one alley? It’s a rather large building, no wait, it’s pretty small… naw, it’s a decent size. You have to give the secret password to be let in, well actually, if you knock three times the door opens on its own.
It feels like he’s been searching for the shop forever and he’s about ready to give up, but the need, the desire he has to learn more about Naruto keeps him going. He’s starting to think that the place is actually a mirage, maybe one of those places that appears when you desperately want it to appear. He wants to close his eyes and make a wish, click his heels three times, maybe it will appear for him if he thinks that there’s no place like home?
Sasuke frowns. Uchiha men do not click their heels for anyone. Oh, but he gets an image of soft fur with a soothing smile and he suddenly remembers the inside of his car and how Naruto was erotically pressed against the steering wheel.
So… clicking heels? If it works then it works, right? And Sasuke is desperate enough, so…
BARK!
Sasuke blinks and looks down at his feet, watching as a tiny gray and black dog scampers around his feet.
BARK BARK!
“Hey little guy,” Sasuke says, kneeling down and petting the small creature, “Are you lost?”
The dog wags his tail happily and leans into Sasuke’s hand.
“Kiba!” The dog looks up and turns, running over towards a little boy. He has shaggy white hair that’s streaked in black and he’s wearing all white clothing. “Kiba! Come here, boy!” And the dog jumps into the little boy’s arms, happily licking his face. The boy laughs, sets the loveable pup down, and smiles at Sasuke, “Hey mister? Thanks for finding my dog.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem.”
“No really, thank you sir. I should give you some kind of reward…”
“Oh no, really, you don’t have to give me anything.” And he certainly isn’t going to take money from a child.
“Really sir, I should give you something,” and then the boy smirks, “How about I take you where you want to go.”
“Excuse me?”
“Haku’s shop. You’ve been looking for it all day, right? I’ll take you there.”
Sasuke opens his mouth to respond but he isn’t able to say anything. He can only watch the boy and his dog walk down a long, dark alley. And he swears his eyes are playing tricks on him, because as the dog walks he starts to change into a person much taller than the boy, wearing a gray hoodie lined in black fur.
“So?” The dog… Kiba was his name right? Kiba turns to look at Sasuke and gives him a playful smirk, “You comin’ or not?”
**
For a shop that is supposed to sell a ton of pets it doesn’t smell like it’s inhabitants are mainly cats and dogs. Most pet shops smell like sloppy wet fur and bird food, but for some reason Haku’s shop smells of warm vanilla oils and honey.
“Are you sure this is the place?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
The floors are decorated with expensive looking rugs and the windows are lined with fresh silk. How can this be a pet shop? There isn’t a single stain in any of the rugs nor is there a scratch on the curtains.
“This… how is this a pet shop?”
“It is, honest. Haku should be here somewhere.”
And like magic Haku steps out from the back, looking as beautiful as he always does. “Hello, welcome to my… shop…” his voice trails off when he sees who is at the door then he smiles, “Sakura, it’s so good to see you again.”
“Thank you,” Sakura says with a smile, “Oh! This is Tsunade and Shizune, they took care of me after…”
“I see. Thank you for taking care of my Sakura.”
“Right…” Tsunade says, frowning, “Are you aware of what your Sakura has done?” Sakura winces and suddenly she wants to sink into the floor.
“I am aware, but that was not her fault. There are rules that need to be followed with my pets.”
“I tried to explain it to them,” Sakura whispers, “But…”
“But that doesn’t excuse the fact that a man is dead!”
“Tsunade,” Shizune whispers, gently touching her arm, “Calm down. Let him explain.”
“Explain? Explain?!” Tsunade, deep down, doesn’t mean to yell. She’s just tired because she woke up at seven in the morning, and damnit, she hasn’t gotten a chance to eat any of the delicious breakfast Shizune made! “He obviously doesn’t feel guilty at all!”
And Haku is as annoyingly calm as ever, not at all intimidated by the yelling woman in his shop. “A man is dead because he didn’t bother to ask about the rules, all he wanted was a rare, beautiful animal.”
“So… you’re not taking the blame at all?” And it makes sense, sort of, because men and women can be greedy sons of bitches. And Tsunade was there at the auction so she saw how upset both Ino and Sakura were yet those people hadn’t cared at all.
“I have no reason to. When Itachi purchased both Ino and Sakura he knew that they were not to be separated. I was not aware of him selling the animals without informing customers of the rules, I just learned this information a little while ago. If you wish to be angry at anyone, be angry at Itachi.”
Tsunade sighs but she nods her head, agreeing, and she makes a mental note to go to Itachi‘s office and punch him square in the nose for being the roundabout cause of her losing sleep. “But,” she asks, “why would Itachi sell the animals without warning people of the risks?”
“We’ve been trying to figure that out all day,” Haku says.
“We? Who else is here?”
“Oh yes, I forgot to mention that didn’t I?” Haku gets a mischievous look on his face. “Sakura, someone is in the back waiting for you.”
“R-really?” Her voice is hopeful and her eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning, “Is it…”
“I don’t know…”
“Haku! Stop that!”
Haku giggles and somehow manages to look very innocent despite the devious grin, “You’ll just have to go back there and see.”
Sakura doesn’t even pretend to be calm and she runs to the backroom. Haku leans back against the wall and starts to count on his fingers; 5, 4, 3... 2... “INO!!!”
“SAKURA!”
“Well ladies,” Haku says to Tsunade and Shizune, “I’m sure you must have a lot of questions.”
“So do I.” And Sasuke is standing at the entrance with the boy, Akamaru, and his dog Kiba, “I have a lot of questions to ask you, Haku.”
**
“You can’t-”
“It’s already done, Naruto.”
“But… Itachi-sama please, you can’t give me to him!” And Naruto is on his knees in front of Itachi who is lounging back in his office chair, his eyes cold and uncaring to Naruto’s pleas.
“I’m not giving you to him… yet,” Itachi frowns, “But if you mess up again I might.”
“But… I-I… I didn’t mess up, I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“You slept with my brother!” For a moment Naruto isn’t sure what upsets his master more: the betrayal of the pet or the betrayal of the younger brother.
“I wanted to be with someone who cared and who didn’t use me!”
“Have you forgotten that you are a pet? I get to use you however I want.”
Naruto frowns, all fear pushed aside so he can say what every pet has wanted to say to a master who feels that they can do as they please, “Pets have feelings too,” and for good measure he does not put ‘sama’ at the end of his name, he simply says, “Itachi.”
Itachi frowns more but it’s mostly because he doesn’t know how to respond to that. It’s the first time Naruto has really stood up to him… but that does not excuse the fact that the young fox slept with his brother.
There is a knock on the door and Itachi smirks, standing from his chair, “Enjoy your time with Orochimaru,” he says as he goes to answer the door.
The door seems to open in a fascinating sort of slow motion. Naruto can hear his heart drumming loudly in his ears and it’s a bit hard to breathe, his palms sweaty and the fur of his tails standing on end. But he will not beg Itachi anymore, especially not in front of the vile snake who smirks at him as he walks through the door.
“Oh I’ve been waiting for this moment, little fox,” Orochimaru hisses and slowly licks his lips, his eyes moving all over Naruto’s body.
And part of Naruto wishes that he would’ve thrown away his pride and begged for Itachi’s forgiveness.
**
“What are they?”
“They are pets, Sasuke.”
“But they are also human.”
Haku smiles, “And isn’t that what makes them so appealing?”
**
Naruto stands up and backs away from Orochimaru, shaking his head, “Don’t touch me,” he whispers.
“But I have always wanted to touch you.”
**
“I’m assuming my brother knows this.”
“Of course he does, that’s why he keeps coming back.”
“There’s another reason. Naruto mentioned it, he said something about…”
“… an auction?”
“Did you know about these auctions?”
“No, and that is not what my pets are supposed to be used for. Not to mention that your brother is breaking the rules of some of their contracts.”
“Contracts?”
**
Naruto is pressed back against the large office window, his hands pinned above his head in an inhumanly tight grip. Orochimaru leans close to Naruto and grabs onto his chin with his other hand, tilting his head up and hungrily licking at his lips. Naruto tries to turn his head away but Orochimaru holds it in place, using his tongue against his lips, down to his neck and around his ear. “Delicious,” Orochimaru whispers, “you are absolutely delicious.” And he lets go of Naruto‘s chin and starts to explore his body with his fingers and nails. Orochimaru’s skin feels slimy and smooth and it makes Naruto nauseous, his entire body shaking and desperate to pull away from the disgusting creature.
**
“There are contracts for each pet. They each have a set of rules that must be followed. The consequences for breaking the rules can be… deadly.”
**
“Don’t touch me… d-don’t touch me!”
“You did this to yourself. You upset your master, little fox.”
“He upset me! He upsets all of us! I didn’t do anything wrong, I did nothing wrong!”
“Oh, young fox, don’t you understand? You are here for our entertainment. You must do as we say and you must enjoy doing it.”
Naruto’s eyes narrow, “I am not here for your entertainment.”
“Yes you are,” Orochimaru moves his hand lower, “and I am going to enjoy you.”
But Naruto doesn’t react to the touch. He doesn‘t scream and the sick feeling in his stomach begins to settle, becoming eerily calm. He whispers, his voice steady with no trace of fear, “No, you will not.”
**
“What do you mean deadly?”
“Some contracts, when they are broken, cause pets to react violently.”
“Violently?” Sasuke frowns, “Does my brother know this?”
“Of course he does. He knows about the contracts, I tell him all about them each time. He simply doesn’t care about them. But one day… he’ll regret it.”
**
Orochimaru continues to touch Naruto, his hand playing in-between his legs, trying to get some kind of reaction, “You will give into me,” he says, kneeling down in front of Naruto and slowly moving his tongue against him.
“No, I won’t.”
**
“Are you saying that one of those animals is going to kill my brother?”
“If he pushes them too far, yes. Though he sells them and only keeps a select few…”
Sasuke frowns more, trying to remember all of the pets that Itachi keeps. There is Kisame, the large blue shark swimming around in his office, but he has never seen his brother pay too much attention to the shark. Then there is the panther, Gaara, but he is always outside of the door.
Then… Naruto…
“Tell me, what is Naruto capable of?”
“Naruto? Oh, that is one contract that should never be broken.”
“Why?”
**
At this point Orochimaru is getting frustrated. He bends Naruto over the desk and yanks his own pants down. There is no more foreplay at this point and he angrily pushes inside of him, screaming, “Give into me!”
“No.” And despite the pain Naruto remains calm.
**
“Naruto… has quite the spirit. And if he is pushed too much, if he is backed into a corner… he will lash out.”
“What?” Sasuke is starting to sound a bit nervous, worried about his brother.
“Kyubi,” Haku whispers, and he tries hard not to smirk, “It’s very powerful and it’s inside of Naruto. And if it comes out… no one will be spared.”
**
And the movement is monotonous, boring, despite the rough sex that Orochimaru is administering onto Naruto. Orochimaru grips onto Naruto’s hips and thrusts into him, harder and faster, deeper and deeper. Naruto grips onto the edge of the desk, his nails slowly shifting into long, sharp claws.
And he smirks, his eyes getting thinner and turning a bright red.
**
“And you’re just going to allow this?!”
“It’s your brother’s own fault if this happens. He is well aware of the danger.”
“You’re not going to do anything to stop this?”
“It’s out of my hands, Sasuke. Naruto is your brother’s responsibility now.”
“He is your pet!”
“No, he is Itachi’s.”
Sasuke glares, his hands shaking and he wants to slap Haku, kick him, strangle him, something! But damnit, he knows that Haku is right. Itachi knows the risk so it is his own fault. “What is Kyubi? Please, tell me about it.”
**
Orochimaru smirks, moaning as Naruto’s body grows hotter, “That’s it,” he says, “now you’re getting into it.” And Orochimaru moves faster, rocking against Naruto, “More, more!”
“Whatever you want,” Naruto growls out, and before Orochimaru can blink Naruto is pulling away from him and he turns, slamming Orochimaru down onto the ground. Orochimaru opens his mouth to respond but all he can do is stare at Naruto, whose tails move like liquid fire, who now has sharp fangs and wild, long whisker marks on his cheeks. “You want me, Orochimaru?” Naruto gets on top of him and pins his hands down, his claws digging into Orochimaru’s skin and cutting into it. “You can have me, you fucking snake!”
**
Sasuke runs out of the pet shop. He doesn’t look back, he doesn’t think to call for a cab, he just runs straight in the direction of the Uchiha building.
**
Naruto moves on top of Orochimaru, moaning lowly as they move frantically together. The room gets hotter, the heat thick and humid around them as they have wild, barbaric sex that is completely and totally unorganized. Naruto keeps Orochimaru’s hands pinned down, blood running down his wrists from Naruto’s claws. It hurts but it’s intoxicating. Orochimaru wants to stop and wrap the cuts on his arms but he wants to have this creature, this Naruto, he wants to possess him and overpower him. So he keeps moving, thrusting into the fox as hard as he can, determined to break him.
But Naruto seems to enjoy all of it, completely out of control as he throws his head back and screams.
**
The Uchiha building is too far away but Sasuke keeps running, his lungs burning and his feet ready to fall off. But he has to get there, he has to try… and what? Save his brother? Talk some sense into him? Itachi obviously knows what he is getting himself into, but… death? Does he know that he can be killed by these animals? Itachi seems to have the insane notion of being invincible, completely unstoppable, but that is certainly not the case.
Even the most powerful of Uchiha men can die.
**
As soon as the sex is over Naruto stabs his claws into Orochimaru’s chest, right over his heart. He leans forward and gently kisses his lips, whispering, “This is what happens when you fuck with me.” He gives him another kiss, longer and deeper, as long lines of fire start to leak from his fingers, down his claws and against Orochimaru’s skin.
“Ah. Yes. So this is the power. The power of the nine tailed fox.” Orochimaru smirks for just a moment before he starts chuckling, laughing, before the flames of deep, red eyes consume him.
And soon his laughter turns into screams, the fire melting over his skin and burning him alive.
**
“Niisan!” Sasuke finally makes it to the building and runs inside, startling all of the people downstairs. He looks around, his heart clogged in his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe. “NIISAN!” But Itachi isn’t downstairs and Sasuke dreads going upstairs to the office. He runs to the stairs and runs up the long tower of stairs; waiting for the elevator would’ve taken too long. Halfway up the stairs he needs to stop and take a couple of deep breaths, sweat making his forehead moist as it drips over his eyelashes. He shakes his head, he has to keep going, and he runs up the remaining number of stairs until he gets to the sixty-eighth floor.
Sasuke stumbles over to the door and throws it open, screaming, “Niisan!”
Naruto looks up when the door opens and he smirks, the burnt remains of Orochimaru’s body lying underneath him. “Well well well,” Naruto says, licking his lips, “it looks like I have someone else to play with.”
And Sasuke stands, frozen, not able to say a word.
To be continued
The alarm clock, for some reason, thinks that it's a good idea to crackle on at seven-fifteen in the morning.
Stupid. Fucking. Alarm clock. And when she pulls the covers away to shut it off the sun gives her one good blast in the eye. Stupid. Fucking. Sunlight! “All right, all right! I’m up!” She screams and slides out of the bed, “Are you happy now?!” She shakes her fist at the window and the sun continues to mock her by beaming its rays onto the angry fist.
“Tsunade!”
“Argh!” Goddamn early morning girlfriend who doesn‘t believe in sleeping in. “I'm awake, all right? You don't have to scream at me!” Damn Shizune, how can she be awake, showered, dressed, and making breakfast? Why did she have to be in love with a woman who thought waking up before the sun was normal?
“Tsunade, Tsunade!” Shizune runs into the bedroom and grabs her hand, “Come quick, you need to see this.” Before Tsunade can even think about grabbing a toothbrush she’s dragged out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the kitchen. The kitchen table is decorated with plates full of eggs, bacon, and freshly buttered toast. Tsunade’s stomach begins to make happy little noises and suddenly, Shizune is God.
“A wonderful breakfast, as always.” Tsunade smiles and kisses Shizune on her cheek, reaching for a piece of toast.
“That's not what I brought you in here for!” Shizune slaps Tsunade’s hand away and in two seconds Shizune goes from being God to being a pain in the ass. Instead of stuffing toast in her mouth Tsunade finds herself staring at the front page of the morning paper.
MAN MURDERED DURING BUSINESS PARTY.
“That’s really awful, but why do I need to see this?”
Shizune sighs and says, “Keep reading.”
Tsunade rolls her eyes and continues with the story: man murdered in the middle of big business party--thanks for repeating the headline--blah blah blah, looks like he was attacked by some kind of animal...
Pink feathers.
Stabbing his skin.
Inside and out.
Third bizarre death in the same night, two more--a husband and wife--found dead in their home...
Yellow feathers.
Flesh eating.
“These are the people who bought Ino and Sakura…” Tsunade whispers. And she remembers the night the two birds were separated, the way they screamed for each other, the way they promised to find each other again. “Those girls... did they kill…”
“I-I didn't mean to.”
Tsunade looks behind her, staring at Sakura who is standing there, shaking, her skin and feathers covered in dry dandruff like flakes of blood. “I didn't mean to,” she whispers over and over again, “I didn't mean to.”
“She came by while you were sleeping, tapping on the window and apologizing.”
“I just wanted Ino... I-I just wanted my Ino back.”
Tsunade tries to find the right words to say, tries to fight down the fear that tickles the back of her throat but it tastes like yesterday’s scrambled eggs trying to rise from the pit of her stomach.
“I flew around for so long until I caught your scent, so I thought... c-can I rest here? Until I can go back to Haku?”
Tsunade finally manages to speak and asks, “Haku? Who is Haku?”
“My original master.”
“What? But... don't you mean Itachi?”
“No,” Sakura whispers, shaking her head, “Itachi bought us from Haku. He broke the contract and separated us. I-I didn't mean to kill... I-I swear I didn't mean it.”
“Contract? Haku?” What did all of that mean? “Sakura... maybe you should explain.”
**
Pet
Chapter 6: Rage
The only way to describe the sex is with the word “mechanical,” for it has become a robotic routine of thrusts that no longer carry the spark of hot sex. Morning sex has become tedious, the type of sex a couple has to try and hold onto the final strands of the relationship. The bed is the only thing making noise, creaking as their bodies move in overly rehearsed movements. The unpredictable passion is gone and when the sex--if it can even be called that--is over it leaves one curled up in the bed, the other getting up and wordlessly slipping on his clothes.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No, what makes you think that?”
“Because... this isn't like us.” The curled up one sits up and looks over at the one putting on his clothes and whispers, “Did I do something wrong, Haku?”
“No.” Haku is too quick to answer as he tries to tie a light pink sash around his waist.
“You use to let me help you get dressed.”
“Gaara, it’s nothing,” and Haku finally gets the sash tied around his waist but then decides that he is not in the mood for pink. He unties it and tosses it uncaringly to the ground then looks inside of his closet for another sash--maybe a belt instead of a sash?--to wrap around his body.
“… all right,” Gaara says, then he slides out of the bed and picks his clothes up from the ground, “I should get dressed and go.”
“Go?” Haku turns to look at Gaara and Gaara is surprised to see the look on Haku’s face, like a kid standing in an empty house while mommy explains why daddy isn’t coming home.
“Yeah… just back to Itachi, like I always do.” Gaara pulls up his jeans and Haku suddenly doesn’t like the way they curve around his lover’s ass. He suddenly doesn’t like the three belts looped around Gaara’s waist and he especially doesn’t like the form fitting fishnet that decorates Gaara’s chest.
“Do you have to wear that?”
“Huh? Wear what?”
And Haku wonders when exactly he started becoming the jerk of a husband in those women’s network movies, because he says, “That. Wear those clothes. You make it look like you want to get fucked.” And Haku wonders when exactly he started using such harsh language, but he has, so he is, and that’s the end of that. He can’t help but feel a little mad at Gaara, who hasn’t told him the truth about him and Itachi (not to mention the auctions) so he feels the need to put some of the blame on him. Even if Haku absolutely hates the “It’s your fault for wearing that” argument it’s all he has at the moment, so he’s sticking with it.
“That’s the point,” Gaara says, “It’s what you taught us to do, remember?”
And Haku feels those words slap him across his face because Gaara is only doing what he was taught to do. Pets are supposed to be appealing at all times. Pets are always supposed to be desired. Gaara’s being the perfect pet, being the walking billboard of sex that he is, what made Haku think that Itachi--or anyone for that matter--would listen to that inserted “don’t touch my Gaara” rule? Haku sure as hell wouldn’t listen to it; Gaara is worth any form of torture or death, Haku would willingly walk to the guillotine, black bag over his head, ready to be executed in front of the crowd. So Haku understands Itachi and his desires, and he most certainly understands that Gaara is hands down the sexiest creature in the heavens, hell, and earth. And he even understands the auctions, to a certain extent, because deep down Haku is a businessman too and he knows how the rich and powerful feel the need to make a profit. Profits are the equivalent to mind-blowing orgasms in the business world.
But just because he understands doesn’t mean he isn’t going to break Itachi’s neck with the razor sharp claws of a falcon or two and feed his insides to the shark that swims around in Itachi’s office.
It’s more than a little unfair, really. If he really wanted Gaara for himself he shouldn’t have let him be sold, right? That is the underline message in a bottle; if he wants Gaara he needs to keep him for himself. But Haku is simply the store owner, he isn’t supposed to keep any of the pets. Pets are supposed to be shared with the world… just not Gaara, who Itachi can have but not touch despite the fact that he is Gaara’s rightful owner. It’s a complete contradiction that makes absolutely no sense, but Haku could care less because hey, its Gaara.
Gaara laces up his boots and gives a wave to Haku, “I’ll see you tonight,” he says as he heads for the door. And Haku wonders when he made a switch in personality, because now he doesn’t feel like the asshole husband. Instead, he feels like the overdramatic soap opera girlfriend who stands and watches her boyfriend/husband/lover/friend go off into a dangerous situation. He feels the need to run to Gaara boiling in his veins and is torn over what he should do. He doesn’t want to let Gaara walk away, he doesn’t want Itachi touching him, but he’s a little sadistically proud of Gaara for being sensual enough to make a man break the contract and touch him. Still, the thought of Itachi having Gaara again is too much, so Haku does the only thing he can think of doing to make Gaara stay.
“Gaara,” his voice is low, commanding, and it makes Gaara stop before he can open the door and leave, “I know that Itachi broke the contract and I know about the auctions.”
And Gaara’s eyes widen and he turns to Haku, “How long have you known?”
“I should be asking you that. How long has the contract been broken?”
“I…”
“How long!” And it’s the first time Gaara has ever seen Haku pissed, genuinely pissed off about something. Part of him feels like a puppy who is being scolded, a puppy who presses itself against the wall to try and avoid being hit with the rolled up newspaper.
Before Gaara can answer the door behind them opens and a young man walks in, his expression bored and tired as if having just woken up from a thousand year nap, “Haku? You need to get out here,” he says.
“I’m busy.”
“It’s important,” he says, “Ino has returned and she doesn’t look so good.”
“Ino?” Haku looks over at Gaara and frowns, “Is she one of the ones he auctioned off?”
“She… yes…”
“Was Sakura with her?”
Gaara doesn’t answer and Haku frowns even more, “We’ll finish this later, Gaara. Take me to her, Shikamaru,” he says to the young man standing at the door. Shikamaru nods and walks out of the room with Haku, his feet clicking against the floor like a deer trotting across the street. Gaara doesn’t move to go after them, instead he sinks down to the ground, presses himself against the wall, and stays there to try and avoid being hit with the rolled up newspaper.
**
The bed always feels best on a day off. There is no shrill alarm clock that has to go off, therefore, sleeping can go on for a much longer period of time. Sasuke decides to sleep until noon, or rather, he decides to attempt to sleep until noon since he’s cursed with a mental alarm that always wakes him up at seven. Like clockwork he had woken up at seven on the dot, but instead of having to get ready to imprison himself in a suit and tie he took pride in laying in bed while Itachi walked through the house to get ready and face morning traffic. Mocking is the best form of art, and even when it’s done quietly it still tastes just as sweet.
Sasuke had taken an extra long moment to listen to the extra set of footsteps following after his brother: Naruto. And he couldn’t help but feel a small bit of smugness when those footsteps stopped longingly in front of his bedroom door, then they quickly rushed after Itachi to catch up to him. At this Sasuke had given a quiet chuckle before he curled up in his bed to try and fall back asleep.
His thoughts had become plagued with images of the fox and the previous night they had shared, and immediately Sasuke remembered what it felt like to taste sweet heaven on the tip of his tongue. For a moment he let himself feel like an immature locker room teenager who had just “scored” with the big breasted chick with the short skirts and button-down shirts. Damn, he could still feel his hands gripping onto Naruto’s hips as they moved against each other in the front seat of his car, he could still feel the heat rising and fogging up the windows, making it hard--or maybe it was the sex that made it hard--to breathe. And with those thoughts, while Itachi was getting ready for work, Sasuke had covered his mouth with one hand and slid the other inside of his boxers.
And now, here we are, at noon o’clock sharp Sasuke is finally awake again.
Sasuke gets out of bed with purpose in his step, heading over to the closet and grabbing his civilian “ha ha I don’t have to go to work” clothing for the day: black turtleneck with crisp black jeans pressed to Uchiha perfection. He knows what he wants to spend the rest of the day doing and after a quick shower--which includes a moment of sliding his wet hand in between his legs and imagining it as Naruto’s mouth--and a bite to eat Sasuke is dressed and out the door.
It’s going to take a while to find out the location of Haku’s store, where he is going to get all of the questions he has answered.
**
The ride to the Uchiha building is nerve wrecking. Itachi hasn’t said a word to Naruto and despite the fact that Naruto has no regrets over last night, Naruto wishes that his master would at least yell at him or something. A quiet Itachi is scarier than a vocally angry one, and ever since their quick conversation last night where Naruto flat-out told Itachi that he had slept with Sasuke, the two hadn’t exchanged words at all. Naruto wishes he could think of something to say to create some kind of noise in the car but there’s nothing left to be said.
Naruto had slept with someone else and he had loved every second of it, and he knows that if he gets another chance he will glue himself to Sasuke’s side.
When they arrive at the office Naruto shrinks into his fox form, waiting for Itachi to open the door and carry him into the office. When Itachi steps out of the car and closes his door there is a moment where Naruto thinks that his master will leave him in the car, not letting him out until he returns much later in the night. Thankfully, Itachi isn’t that cruel, and he opens the door for Naruto to jump out of the car. Naruto looks up at Itachi, waiting for the man to lift him up and carry him inside but Itachi turns and starts walking to the office, making Naruto follow after him.
When they step into the building all eyes are on Naruto. This is the first time the fox hasn’t been buried in Itachi’s arms or snuggled up inside of his coat so the full sight of Naruto makes people stop and stare. It makes him feel uneasy. It makes him want to run to Itachi and jump into his arms to hide from the whispers and curious gazes of the others in the building. It makes him feel like he’s at yet another auction, put on display for the rest of the world’s entertainment.
Is this punishment, he wonders, for what he did last night?
They make it to the elevator and up to Itachi’s office and they’re both surprised to see that Gaara isn’t waiting at the door for them. “Terrific,” Itachi mutters, and it’s the first thing he has said all morning. They step inside the office and Itachi throws his coat off, sighing as he reclines back in his chair. “Come here, Naruto.”
Naruto is surprised to be called on by Itachi but he quickly moves over to him, turning back into his human form. He stands in front of him, naked, as always, but this is the first time he feels like he’s naked. He has the urge to cover his body with his nine tails but he doesn’t want to risk upsetting Itachi--even if, technically, he has no regrets of last night--more than he already has.
“I want you to hear this,” Itachi says. Naruto nods his head, watching as Itachi picks up his phone. Naruto isn’t quite sure what his master is planning, but he knows that at some point his heart has become clogged in his throat from nervousness. Itachi dials a number and turns on his speakerphone, then he smirks as someone answers on the other line.
“Orochimaru’s office, Kabuto speaking, how may I help you?”
And Naruto’s eyes widen and the nervousness becomes full-blown fear.
**
It takes a while to finally get Ino to calm down; three cups of tea and a soothing back rub to be exact. Haku is sitting next to her, rubbing her back, while Shikamaru sits on the other side of Ino. He still has the bored, sleepy expression on his face, but the fact that he is sitting in the room with them shows that he cares. In Ino’s lap rests a brown and white striped butterball cat who has, instead of whiskers, red swirls on his cheeks. Ino has been petting the cat non-stop in an attempt to calm herself down, and it mostly works because the adorable furball won’t stop purring.
“You did nothing wrong,” Haku says, “It isn’t your fault that the contract was broken, it wasn’t your fault that those people made the mistake of taking Sakura away from you.”
“I shouldn’t have killed them…”
“They knew the rules,” Shikamaru says, “It’s not your fault that humans find rules too troublesome to pay attention to.”
“Shikamaru is right, Ino. All pet owners know the risks, you are not to blame.”
“But… I don’t think that man lets people know about the contracts.”
“You mean Itachi?” Haku tries really hard not to frown every time he says that man’s name, “Well then he is to blame, not you. And I bet the people who bought you and Sakura didn’t bother to ask about any rules concerning you two.”
“Why would someone purposely not warn people about us?” Ino asks, “Isn’t Itachi aware of the risks?”
“He is. Maybe… he just doesn’t care.”
“Or maybe he’s intentionally selling animals to people so that the animals can kill them.” Both Ino and Haku stare at Shikamaru who just shrugs and says, “What? It’s not an impossible concept.”
Ino frowns and slaps Shikamaru upside his head. “Why do you always think of the worst things, Shikamaru?”
Shikamaru frowns back at Ino and rubs the back of his head, mutter something about how troublesome women are.
“What was that, Shikamaru?” Ino flexes her claws in Shikamaru’s face. Shikamaru wisely shakes his head and says a soft nothing in response. “That’s what I thought,” Ino says with a smirk, then she goes back to scratching the kitty behind one of his ears.
“... well… it isn’t exactly an impossible concept…” Haku whispers, “Itachi is sadistic, and he does seem to enjoy breaking the contracts,” at this thought Haku frowns more and looks down the hallway. Gaara hasn’t left the bedroom yet, has he?
“How many people do you think have been killed since the auctions started?” Shikamaru asks.
“I don’t know. Ino, you were there…”
“… yes, but not as long as Gaara. You should probably ask him,” which of course translates to go and talk to Gaara he needs you.
Haku sighs and stands up, “I’ll get us more tea.”
“Haku… you can’t just not talk to Gaara. It’s not his fault that Itachi did those things.”
“He still could‘ve said something.”
“He was probably torn, Haku. I mean, who does he listen to? His master or you?” And that is the question of all questions, isn’t it? When it comes down to it who is a pet supposed to listen to? And no one, not even Haku, knows the answer to that.
**
Sasuke isn’t too surprised when he discovers that Haku’s shop is pretty hard to find. It’s the place that people have heard of yet they’ve never seen it with their own eyes.
Perhaps it’s down that one street? Maybe you have to turn into that one alley? It’s a rather large building, no wait, it’s pretty small… naw, it’s a decent size. You have to give the secret password to be let in, well actually, if you knock three times the door opens on its own.
It feels like he’s been searching for the shop forever and he’s about ready to give up, but the need, the desire he has to learn more about Naruto keeps him going. He’s starting to think that the place is actually a mirage, maybe one of those places that appears when you desperately want it to appear. He wants to close his eyes and make a wish, click his heels three times, maybe it will appear for him if he thinks that there’s no place like home?
Sasuke frowns. Uchiha men do not click their heels for anyone. Oh, but he gets an image of soft fur with a soothing smile and he suddenly remembers the inside of his car and how Naruto was erotically pressed against the steering wheel.
So… clicking heels? If it works then it works, right? And Sasuke is desperate enough, so…
BARK!
Sasuke blinks and looks down at his feet, watching as a tiny gray and black dog scampers around his feet.
BARK BARK!
“Hey little guy,” Sasuke says, kneeling down and petting the small creature, “Are you lost?”
The dog wags his tail happily and leans into Sasuke’s hand.
“Kiba!” The dog looks up and turns, running over towards a little boy. He has shaggy white hair that’s streaked in black and he’s wearing all white clothing. “Kiba! Come here, boy!” And the dog jumps into the little boy’s arms, happily licking his face. The boy laughs, sets the loveable pup down, and smiles at Sasuke, “Hey mister? Thanks for finding my dog.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem.”
“No really, thank you sir. I should give you some kind of reward…”
“Oh no, really, you don’t have to give me anything.” And he certainly isn’t going to take money from a child.
“Really sir, I should give you something,” and then the boy smirks, “How about I take you where you want to go.”
“Excuse me?”
“Haku’s shop. You’ve been looking for it all day, right? I’ll take you there.”
Sasuke opens his mouth to respond but he isn’t able to say anything. He can only watch the boy and his dog walk down a long, dark alley. And he swears his eyes are playing tricks on him, because as the dog walks he starts to change into a person much taller than the boy, wearing a gray hoodie lined in black fur.
“So?” The dog… Kiba was his name right? Kiba turns to look at Sasuke and gives him a playful smirk, “You comin’ or not?”
**
For a shop that is supposed to sell a ton of pets it doesn’t smell like it’s inhabitants are mainly cats and dogs. Most pet shops smell like sloppy wet fur and bird food, but for some reason Haku’s shop smells of warm vanilla oils and honey.
“Are you sure this is the place?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
The floors are decorated with expensive looking rugs and the windows are lined with fresh silk. How can this be a pet shop? There isn’t a single stain in any of the rugs nor is there a scratch on the curtains.
“This… how is this a pet shop?”
“It is, honest. Haku should be here somewhere.”
And like magic Haku steps out from the back, looking as beautiful as he always does. “Hello, welcome to my… shop…” his voice trails off when he sees who is at the door then he smiles, “Sakura, it’s so good to see you again.”
“Thank you,” Sakura says with a smile, “Oh! This is Tsunade and Shizune, they took care of me after…”
“I see. Thank you for taking care of my Sakura.”
“Right…” Tsunade says, frowning, “Are you aware of what your Sakura has done?” Sakura winces and suddenly she wants to sink into the floor.
“I am aware, but that was not her fault. There are rules that need to be followed with my pets.”
“I tried to explain it to them,” Sakura whispers, “But…”
“But that doesn’t excuse the fact that a man is dead!”
“Tsunade,” Shizune whispers, gently touching her arm, “Calm down. Let him explain.”
“Explain? Explain?!” Tsunade, deep down, doesn’t mean to yell. She’s just tired because she woke up at seven in the morning, and damnit, she hasn’t gotten a chance to eat any of the delicious breakfast Shizune made! “He obviously doesn’t feel guilty at all!”
And Haku is as annoyingly calm as ever, not at all intimidated by the yelling woman in his shop. “A man is dead because he didn’t bother to ask about the rules, all he wanted was a rare, beautiful animal.”
“So… you’re not taking the blame at all?” And it makes sense, sort of, because men and women can be greedy sons of bitches. And Tsunade was there at the auction so she saw how upset both Ino and Sakura were yet those people hadn’t cared at all.
“I have no reason to. When Itachi purchased both Ino and Sakura he knew that they were not to be separated. I was not aware of him selling the animals without informing customers of the rules, I just learned this information a little while ago. If you wish to be angry at anyone, be angry at Itachi.”
Tsunade sighs but she nods her head, agreeing, and she makes a mental note to go to Itachi‘s office and punch him square in the nose for being the roundabout cause of her losing sleep. “But,” she asks, “why would Itachi sell the animals without warning people of the risks?”
“We’ve been trying to figure that out all day,” Haku says.
“We? Who else is here?”
“Oh yes, I forgot to mention that didn’t I?” Haku gets a mischievous look on his face. “Sakura, someone is in the back waiting for you.”
“R-really?” Her voice is hopeful and her eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning, “Is it…”
“I don’t know…”
“Haku! Stop that!”
Haku giggles and somehow manages to look very innocent despite the devious grin, “You’ll just have to go back there and see.”
Sakura doesn’t even pretend to be calm and she runs to the backroom. Haku leans back against the wall and starts to count on his fingers; 5, 4, 3... 2... “INO!!!”
“SAKURA!”
“Well ladies,” Haku says to Tsunade and Shizune, “I’m sure you must have a lot of questions.”
“So do I.” And Sasuke is standing at the entrance with the boy, Akamaru, and his dog Kiba, “I have a lot of questions to ask you, Haku.”
**
“You can’t-”
“It’s already done, Naruto.”
“But… Itachi-sama please, you can’t give me to him!” And Naruto is on his knees in front of Itachi who is lounging back in his office chair, his eyes cold and uncaring to Naruto’s pleas.
“I’m not giving you to him… yet,” Itachi frowns, “But if you mess up again I might.”
“But… I-I… I didn’t mess up, I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“You slept with my brother!” For a moment Naruto isn’t sure what upsets his master more: the betrayal of the pet or the betrayal of the younger brother.
“I wanted to be with someone who cared and who didn’t use me!”
“Have you forgotten that you are a pet? I get to use you however I want.”
Naruto frowns, all fear pushed aside so he can say what every pet has wanted to say to a master who feels that they can do as they please, “Pets have feelings too,” and for good measure he does not put ‘sama’ at the end of his name, he simply says, “Itachi.”
Itachi frowns more but it’s mostly because he doesn’t know how to respond to that. It’s the first time Naruto has really stood up to him… but that does not excuse the fact that the young fox slept with his brother.
There is a knock on the door and Itachi smirks, standing from his chair, “Enjoy your time with Orochimaru,” he says as he goes to answer the door.
The door seems to open in a fascinating sort of slow motion. Naruto can hear his heart drumming loudly in his ears and it’s a bit hard to breathe, his palms sweaty and the fur of his tails standing on end. But he will not beg Itachi anymore, especially not in front of the vile snake who smirks at him as he walks through the door.
“Oh I’ve been waiting for this moment, little fox,” Orochimaru hisses and slowly licks his lips, his eyes moving all over Naruto’s body.
And part of Naruto wishes that he would’ve thrown away his pride and begged for Itachi’s forgiveness.
**
“What are they?”
“They are pets, Sasuke.”
“But they are also human.”
Haku smiles, “And isn’t that what makes them so appealing?”
**
Naruto stands up and backs away from Orochimaru, shaking his head, “Don’t touch me,” he whispers.
“But I have always wanted to touch you.”
**
“I’m assuming my brother knows this.”
“Of course he does, that’s why he keeps coming back.”
“There’s another reason. Naruto mentioned it, he said something about…”
“… an auction?”
“Did you know about these auctions?”
“No, and that is not what my pets are supposed to be used for. Not to mention that your brother is breaking the rules of some of their contracts.”
“Contracts?”
**
Naruto is pressed back against the large office window, his hands pinned above his head in an inhumanly tight grip. Orochimaru leans close to Naruto and grabs onto his chin with his other hand, tilting his head up and hungrily licking at his lips. Naruto tries to turn his head away but Orochimaru holds it in place, using his tongue against his lips, down to his neck and around his ear. “Delicious,” Orochimaru whispers, “you are absolutely delicious.” And he lets go of Naruto‘s chin and starts to explore his body with his fingers and nails. Orochimaru’s skin feels slimy and smooth and it makes Naruto nauseous, his entire body shaking and desperate to pull away from the disgusting creature.
**
“There are contracts for each pet. They each have a set of rules that must be followed. The consequences for breaking the rules can be… deadly.”
**
“Don’t touch me… d-don’t touch me!”
“You did this to yourself. You upset your master, little fox.”
“He upset me! He upsets all of us! I didn’t do anything wrong, I did nothing wrong!”
“Oh, young fox, don’t you understand? You are here for our entertainment. You must do as we say and you must enjoy doing it.”
Naruto’s eyes narrow, “I am not here for your entertainment.”
“Yes you are,” Orochimaru moves his hand lower, “and I am going to enjoy you.”
But Naruto doesn’t react to the touch. He doesn‘t scream and the sick feeling in his stomach begins to settle, becoming eerily calm. He whispers, his voice steady with no trace of fear, “No, you will not.”
**
“What do you mean deadly?”
“Some contracts, when they are broken, cause pets to react violently.”
“Violently?” Sasuke frowns, “Does my brother know this?”
“Of course he does. He knows about the contracts, I tell him all about them each time. He simply doesn’t care about them. But one day… he’ll regret it.”
**
Orochimaru continues to touch Naruto, his hand playing in-between his legs, trying to get some kind of reaction, “You will give into me,” he says, kneeling down in front of Naruto and slowly moving his tongue against him.
“No, I won’t.”
**
“Are you saying that one of those animals is going to kill my brother?”
“If he pushes them too far, yes. Though he sells them and only keeps a select few…”
Sasuke frowns more, trying to remember all of the pets that Itachi keeps. There is Kisame, the large blue shark swimming around in his office, but he has never seen his brother pay too much attention to the shark. Then there is the panther, Gaara, but he is always outside of the door.
Then… Naruto…
“Tell me, what is Naruto capable of?”
“Naruto? Oh, that is one contract that should never be broken.”
“Why?”
**
At this point Orochimaru is getting frustrated. He bends Naruto over the desk and yanks his own pants down. There is no more foreplay at this point and he angrily pushes inside of him, screaming, “Give into me!”
“No.” And despite the pain Naruto remains calm.
**
“Naruto… has quite the spirit. And if he is pushed too much, if he is backed into a corner… he will lash out.”
“What?” Sasuke is starting to sound a bit nervous, worried about his brother.
“Kyubi,” Haku whispers, and he tries hard not to smirk, “It’s very powerful and it’s inside of Naruto. And if it comes out… no one will be spared.”
**
And the movement is monotonous, boring, despite the rough sex that Orochimaru is administering onto Naruto. Orochimaru grips onto Naruto’s hips and thrusts into him, harder and faster, deeper and deeper. Naruto grips onto the edge of the desk, his nails slowly shifting into long, sharp claws.
And he smirks, his eyes getting thinner and turning a bright red.
**
“And you’re just going to allow this?!”
“It’s your brother’s own fault if this happens. He is well aware of the danger.”
“You’re not going to do anything to stop this?”
“It’s out of my hands, Sasuke. Naruto is your brother’s responsibility now.”
“He is your pet!”
“No, he is Itachi’s.”
Sasuke glares, his hands shaking and he wants to slap Haku, kick him, strangle him, something! But damnit, he knows that Haku is right. Itachi knows the risk so it is his own fault. “What is Kyubi? Please, tell me about it.”
**
Orochimaru smirks, moaning as Naruto’s body grows hotter, “That’s it,” he says, “now you’re getting into it.” And Orochimaru moves faster, rocking against Naruto, “More, more!”
“Whatever you want,” Naruto growls out, and before Orochimaru can blink Naruto is pulling away from him and he turns, slamming Orochimaru down onto the ground. Orochimaru opens his mouth to respond but all he can do is stare at Naruto, whose tails move like liquid fire, who now has sharp fangs and wild, long whisker marks on his cheeks. “You want me, Orochimaru?” Naruto gets on top of him and pins his hands down, his claws digging into Orochimaru’s skin and cutting into it. “You can have me, you fucking snake!”
**
Sasuke runs out of the pet shop. He doesn’t look back, he doesn’t think to call for a cab, he just runs straight in the direction of the Uchiha building.
**
Naruto moves on top of Orochimaru, moaning lowly as they move frantically together. The room gets hotter, the heat thick and humid around them as they have wild, barbaric sex that is completely and totally unorganized. Naruto keeps Orochimaru’s hands pinned down, blood running down his wrists from Naruto’s claws. It hurts but it’s intoxicating. Orochimaru wants to stop and wrap the cuts on his arms but he wants to have this creature, this Naruto, he wants to possess him and overpower him. So he keeps moving, thrusting into the fox as hard as he can, determined to break him.
But Naruto seems to enjoy all of it, completely out of control as he throws his head back and screams.
**
The Uchiha building is too far away but Sasuke keeps running, his lungs burning and his feet ready to fall off. But he has to get there, he has to try… and what? Save his brother? Talk some sense into him? Itachi obviously knows what he is getting himself into, but… death? Does he know that he can be killed by these animals? Itachi seems to have the insane notion of being invincible, completely unstoppable, but that is certainly not the case.
Even the most powerful of Uchiha men can die.
**
As soon as the sex is over Naruto stabs his claws into Orochimaru’s chest, right over his heart. He leans forward and gently kisses his lips, whispering, “This is what happens when you fuck with me.” He gives him another kiss, longer and deeper, as long lines of fire start to leak from his fingers, down his claws and against Orochimaru’s skin.
“Ah. Yes. So this is the power. The power of the nine tailed fox.” Orochimaru smirks for just a moment before he starts chuckling, laughing, before the flames of deep, red eyes consume him.
And soon his laughter turns into screams, the fire melting over his skin and burning him alive.
**
“Niisan!” Sasuke finally makes it to the building and runs inside, startling all of the people downstairs. He looks around, his heart clogged in his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe. “NIISAN!” But Itachi isn’t downstairs and Sasuke dreads going upstairs to the office. He runs to the stairs and runs up the long tower of stairs; waiting for the elevator would’ve taken too long. Halfway up the stairs he needs to stop and take a couple of deep breaths, sweat making his forehead moist as it drips over his eyelashes. He shakes his head, he has to keep going, and he runs up the remaining number of stairs until he gets to the sixty-eighth floor.
Sasuke stumbles over to the door and throws it open, screaming, “Niisan!”
Naruto looks up when the door opens and he smirks, the burnt remains of Orochimaru’s body lying underneath him. “Well well well,” Naruto says, licking his lips, “it looks like I have someone else to play with.”
And Sasuke stands, frozen, not able to say a word.
To be continued
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