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Chapter 4
A small look into the life of Sasuke and Naruto now. Is Sasuke's view on his slave changing?
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The Slave of Sound
Chapter 4
If Naruto were a less obedient or watchful slave, he would have ended up being dragged all the way to the Uchiha’s personal quarters. As it was, he had to be quick on his feet to keep up the perfect distance behind his master; not too close lest he enrage his already very angry owner, or not too far, lest he find the collar’s choke hold around his throat too tight to breathe. Over the years Naruto had perfected his sensual subservience to the man he’d once loved so much in their shared boyhood, and now obeyed without question or emotion.
His pale hand gripping the golden chain as if throttling a neck, the Uchiha strode to his quarters with furious single mindedness. Though he had expected no less from the delegates from his erstwhile homeland, he was still enraged that one of them had dared attempt to strike out at him. Konohamaru. The Otokage snorted in disgust. What government in their right mind sent a child to such a sensitive meeting as this one, much less an obviously willful and undisciplined brat that looked up to Naruto Uzumaki as the Third’s grandson did? That hag Tsunade was obviously slipping into her dotage. Perhaps the time had come to supplant the Fifth Hokage and replace her with one of his spies. He had so many in both Suna and Konoha.
They had arrived, the personal guards always on duty outside the Otokage’s chambers yanking the doors open to admit their lord and his slave/concubine/consort. Once safely inside, the doors shut and locked behind them, Sasuke threw down the chain with an oath of anger. He paced the large and opulent sitting room, while Naruto retrieved his own chain and simply stood there, holding it, waiting any possible command.
When the Uchiha’s wrath had finally cooled to a constant simmer, he stopped and glared at his slave. “So,” he snarled. “What do you think, dobe? All your friends, so angry on your behalf. You must be thrilled.” Bitterness lay on his tongue like ashes.
Naruto merely dipped his head slightly. “They are from my past, Master, and have no place in my present.” Was all the younger man would say. The only thing he could safely say.
A sharklike grin graced his master’s handsome visage. “Correct, my Kitsune. They are from your past and will not be a part of your present, or your future.”
Naruto never thought about the future anymore, and rarely about his past. He lived almost completely in the now, with little regard to other timeframes. It was impossible to live in the past, or his rage and independence would rear its head, and he would experience unimaginable pain once more. After all these years with Sasuke, he’d learned his lessons well. He never thought about the future, lest despair overwhelm him again as it had early on in his captivity. No, he simply existed in the present, watchful and wary, conforming himself into the perfect slave. It was the only way he could tolerate the life he now had lived for almost seven years. There was no more hope burgeoning in his breast, no more dreams in his mind. He only wished to live with as little pain and degradation as possible. It was the only way he could survive what his life had become.
Normally Naruto’s serenity did not arouse Sasuke’s ire, but for some reason, with their ex kinsmen in residence in the palace, Naruto’s placid demeanor irritated Sasuke. He wanted some sort of reaction from his slave. He’d expected some reaction to his friends’ presence, especially during his humiliation. But there had been nothing; no flicker of recognition, no indications that he felt anything for the delegates from Konoha at all. In fact, the only minor betrayal his body had committed was his tiny tremor when his master had licked the tip of his cock, and that was not unusual at all. Naruto always reacted to his master’s intimate touch, no matter where or when or what company. However, those reactions were not the ones the Uchiha sought in his ex best friend now. Not for the first time, did Sasuke feel a vague dissatisfaction with how thoroughly he’d broken Naruto’s spirit.
“Ever the perfect slave, eh, Uzumaki?” Sasuke snapped, feeling pushed to his limit. He strode forward, grabbed Naruto’s chain from his hands, and pulled the blond towards him. “Just how perfect are you, really?” He said more softly now, an evil smirk lighting his pale face. “Just how willing are you to please me, dobe? Will you… kill your friends? Hmmm? If I command you to kill one of them, will you do it?”
Naruto, never one to let anything Sasuke did slip past his notice, stepped forward before the chain could jerk him, and let Sasuke lead him against the Otokage’s hard, lean, and strong body. “It is not in my power to kill a ninja of Konoha, Master,” was all Naruto said, his face as emotionless as ever.
And it was true. While Sasuke continued to strengthen his body with vigorous exercise and training, and his mind with books and intrigues, he allowed no such outlets for Naruto. After more than six years, all the Kyuubi holder’s strong muscles and lean body had melted away into a sensual lissome and curvaceous form. Books, puzzles, sundry entertainments, other than the rare forays with his master to the theater or outings, were not allowed for some slaves, and most especially not for Naruto. The once active and vivid boy had been forced to turn inwards for his own entertainment, finally settling on watching the world pass him by, with gentle regret that faded away into vague amusement at the antics of humanity. He didn’t even have the Ninetail’s evil mutterings or perverted notions to entertain himself. Before he’d awoken from his abduction so long ago, he’d already been fitted with a chakra absorbing collar that not only completely curtailed all flows save those to keep him alive and healthy, it had completely cordoned off Kyuubi’s consciousness from his own. Naruto was alone in his own mind for the first time in his life. And discovered how lonely it could be.
“Oh, please,” Sasuke laughed derisively. “Any one of them would let you get close enough to slit their throat in a heart beat. Especially Gaara. He’d let you cut his throat from ear to ear, he’d be so eager to get close to you.”
“Yes, Master,” Naruto said softly. “Forgive me. I would obey your command. I would kill the one who once was my friend.”
Sasuke searched Naruto’s face keenly, looking for something, anything in those empty blue eyes. But there was nothing. Merely acceptance of anything Sasuke said or did. To the Uchiha’s rising irritation, he knew Naruto would obey. For over five years his one time best friend and rival had obeyed anything and everything the older man had commanded, no matter how unsavory or petty. It had been a very long time since Naruto had to be punished for some sort of infraction. Which wasn’t to say he no longer was punished. Sasuke was a volatile master, and in the Uchiha’s growing dissatisfaction for how well Naruto had bent to his will, the younger man often found himself the victim of violence, simply because Sasuke needed an outlet for his rage or disappointment.
Sasuke suddenly sighed, reached out and unclipped the golden collar from around Naruto’s neck, revealing the slim silver circlet, the chakra blocker that hadn’t been removed since that terrible day so long ago. That day when Naruto woke to find he had lost everything; his freedom, his friends and homeland, his secret love, his innocence, his virtue, his very hopes and dreams. The day that Naruto refused to ever, ever remember. In the following days, and weeks, and months, and years, Sasuke had done many more terrible things to him than what occurred at the very beginning of his enslavement, but the shock and betrayal of that first day was more that Naruto could bear to remember, and still protect what was left of his battered and broken spirit from further harm. With an impatient sound, Sasuke flung the outward badges of Naruto’s slavery onto the floor with a heavy clank and clatter.
Naruto watched his master with vague stirrings of unease. Sasuke was behaving so erratically and out of character that it concerned the younger man. In such a state, the Uchiha was too unpredictable to anticipate, and Naruto was afraid that he would suffer more because of it. A slave that cannot constantly and perfectly anticipate his master’s moves and thoughts was a punished slave. And Sasuke still hurt Naruto without reason often enough for the young man to consider courting more. For the first time in a long while, Naruto felt the stirrings of fear, but kept it close and contained, lest Sasuke see it, and react as he knew the older man would.
Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hand and led him to the bed, pushing him down to sit cross legged upon its pillowy surface, and then crawled in after him, sitting on his knees before his slave, and staring into those beautiful blue eyes. He was searching, searching, searching for something, anything. Anything of the boy he once knew, and had broken so long ago.
“Naruto?” The Uchiha’s voice was soft, almost begging, as he drowned in the younger man’s azure eyes. “Naruto?”
Sasuke using his given name was so rare as to be unheard of. Dobe, loser, bitch, whore, slut, slave, Kitsune, moron, fucker, shithead, the occasional use of his surname… these appellations and more were all that the Uchiha ever spoke to or of him by. Not once since Sasuke had taken him away, and stolen everything from him had he heard Sasuke call him simply by his name. Much less spoken to him in such a tone. He was so startled he barely squashed a surprised blink. “Yes, Master?”
Something flickered deep in Sasuke’s dark eyes, something so quickly gone, Naruto wasn’t sure he’d really seen it, and not imagined it. Then Sasuke gave a bored sigh and lay back on the bed.
“Pleasure me, bitch.” He snapped.
“Yes, Master,” Naruto responded, deeply relieved. This he could handle.
Chapter 4
If Naruto were a less obedient or watchful slave, he would have ended up being dragged all the way to the Uchiha’s personal quarters. As it was, he had to be quick on his feet to keep up the perfect distance behind his master; not too close lest he enrage his already very angry owner, or not too far, lest he find the collar’s choke hold around his throat too tight to breathe. Over the years Naruto had perfected his sensual subservience to the man he’d once loved so much in their shared boyhood, and now obeyed without question or emotion.
His pale hand gripping the golden chain as if throttling a neck, the Uchiha strode to his quarters with furious single mindedness. Though he had expected no less from the delegates from his erstwhile homeland, he was still enraged that one of them had dared attempt to strike out at him. Konohamaru. The Otokage snorted in disgust. What government in their right mind sent a child to such a sensitive meeting as this one, much less an obviously willful and undisciplined brat that looked up to Naruto Uzumaki as the Third’s grandson did? That hag Tsunade was obviously slipping into her dotage. Perhaps the time had come to supplant the Fifth Hokage and replace her with one of his spies. He had so many in both Suna and Konoha.
They had arrived, the personal guards always on duty outside the Otokage’s chambers yanking the doors open to admit their lord and his slave/concubine/consort. Once safely inside, the doors shut and locked behind them, Sasuke threw down the chain with an oath of anger. He paced the large and opulent sitting room, while Naruto retrieved his own chain and simply stood there, holding it, waiting any possible command.
When the Uchiha’s wrath had finally cooled to a constant simmer, he stopped and glared at his slave. “So,” he snarled. “What do you think, dobe? All your friends, so angry on your behalf. You must be thrilled.” Bitterness lay on his tongue like ashes.
Naruto merely dipped his head slightly. “They are from my past, Master, and have no place in my present.” Was all the younger man would say. The only thing he could safely say.
A sharklike grin graced his master’s handsome visage. “Correct, my Kitsune. They are from your past and will not be a part of your present, or your future.”
Naruto never thought about the future anymore, and rarely about his past. He lived almost completely in the now, with little regard to other timeframes. It was impossible to live in the past, or his rage and independence would rear its head, and he would experience unimaginable pain once more. After all these years with Sasuke, he’d learned his lessons well. He never thought about the future, lest despair overwhelm him again as it had early on in his captivity. No, he simply existed in the present, watchful and wary, conforming himself into the perfect slave. It was the only way he could tolerate the life he now had lived for almost seven years. There was no more hope burgeoning in his breast, no more dreams in his mind. He only wished to live with as little pain and degradation as possible. It was the only way he could survive what his life had become.
Normally Naruto’s serenity did not arouse Sasuke’s ire, but for some reason, with their ex kinsmen in residence in the palace, Naruto’s placid demeanor irritated Sasuke. He wanted some sort of reaction from his slave. He’d expected some reaction to his friends’ presence, especially during his humiliation. But there had been nothing; no flicker of recognition, no indications that he felt anything for the delegates from Konoha at all. In fact, the only minor betrayal his body had committed was his tiny tremor when his master had licked the tip of his cock, and that was not unusual at all. Naruto always reacted to his master’s intimate touch, no matter where or when or what company. However, those reactions were not the ones the Uchiha sought in his ex best friend now. Not for the first time, did Sasuke feel a vague dissatisfaction with how thoroughly he’d broken Naruto’s spirit.
“Ever the perfect slave, eh, Uzumaki?” Sasuke snapped, feeling pushed to his limit. He strode forward, grabbed Naruto’s chain from his hands, and pulled the blond towards him. “Just how perfect are you, really?” He said more softly now, an evil smirk lighting his pale face. “Just how willing are you to please me, dobe? Will you… kill your friends? Hmmm? If I command you to kill one of them, will you do it?”
Naruto, never one to let anything Sasuke did slip past his notice, stepped forward before the chain could jerk him, and let Sasuke lead him against the Otokage’s hard, lean, and strong body. “It is not in my power to kill a ninja of Konoha, Master,” was all Naruto said, his face as emotionless as ever.
And it was true. While Sasuke continued to strengthen his body with vigorous exercise and training, and his mind with books and intrigues, he allowed no such outlets for Naruto. After more than six years, all the Kyuubi holder’s strong muscles and lean body had melted away into a sensual lissome and curvaceous form. Books, puzzles, sundry entertainments, other than the rare forays with his master to the theater or outings, were not allowed for some slaves, and most especially not for Naruto. The once active and vivid boy had been forced to turn inwards for his own entertainment, finally settling on watching the world pass him by, with gentle regret that faded away into vague amusement at the antics of humanity. He didn’t even have the Ninetail’s evil mutterings or perverted notions to entertain himself. Before he’d awoken from his abduction so long ago, he’d already been fitted with a chakra absorbing collar that not only completely curtailed all flows save those to keep him alive and healthy, it had completely cordoned off Kyuubi’s consciousness from his own. Naruto was alone in his own mind for the first time in his life. And discovered how lonely it could be.
“Oh, please,” Sasuke laughed derisively. “Any one of them would let you get close enough to slit their throat in a heart beat. Especially Gaara. He’d let you cut his throat from ear to ear, he’d be so eager to get close to you.”
“Yes, Master,” Naruto said softly. “Forgive me. I would obey your command. I would kill the one who once was my friend.”
Sasuke searched Naruto’s face keenly, looking for something, anything in those empty blue eyes. But there was nothing. Merely acceptance of anything Sasuke said or did. To the Uchiha’s rising irritation, he knew Naruto would obey. For over five years his one time best friend and rival had obeyed anything and everything the older man had commanded, no matter how unsavory or petty. It had been a very long time since Naruto had to be punished for some sort of infraction. Which wasn’t to say he no longer was punished. Sasuke was a volatile master, and in the Uchiha’s growing dissatisfaction for how well Naruto had bent to his will, the younger man often found himself the victim of violence, simply because Sasuke needed an outlet for his rage or disappointment.
Sasuke suddenly sighed, reached out and unclipped the golden collar from around Naruto’s neck, revealing the slim silver circlet, the chakra blocker that hadn’t been removed since that terrible day so long ago. That day when Naruto woke to find he had lost everything; his freedom, his friends and homeland, his secret love, his innocence, his virtue, his very hopes and dreams. The day that Naruto refused to ever, ever remember. In the following days, and weeks, and months, and years, Sasuke had done many more terrible things to him than what occurred at the very beginning of his enslavement, but the shock and betrayal of that first day was more that Naruto could bear to remember, and still protect what was left of his battered and broken spirit from further harm. With an impatient sound, Sasuke flung the outward badges of Naruto’s slavery onto the floor with a heavy clank and clatter.
Naruto watched his master with vague stirrings of unease. Sasuke was behaving so erratically and out of character that it concerned the younger man. In such a state, the Uchiha was too unpredictable to anticipate, and Naruto was afraid that he would suffer more because of it. A slave that cannot constantly and perfectly anticipate his master’s moves and thoughts was a punished slave. And Sasuke still hurt Naruto without reason often enough for the young man to consider courting more. For the first time in a long while, Naruto felt the stirrings of fear, but kept it close and contained, lest Sasuke see it, and react as he knew the older man would.
Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hand and led him to the bed, pushing him down to sit cross legged upon its pillowy surface, and then crawled in after him, sitting on his knees before his slave, and staring into those beautiful blue eyes. He was searching, searching, searching for something, anything. Anything of the boy he once knew, and had broken so long ago.
“Naruto?” The Uchiha’s voice was soft, almost begging, as he drowned in the younger man’s azure eyes. “Naruto?”
Sasuke using his given name was so rare as to be unheard of. Dobe, loser, bitch, whore, slut, slave, Kitsune, moron, fucker, shithead, the occasional use of his surname… these appellations and more were all that the Uchiha ever spoke to or of him by. Not once since Sasuke had taken him away, and stolen everything from him had he heard Sasuke call him simply by his name. Much less spoken to him in such a tone. He was so startled he barely squashed a surprised blink. “Yes, Master?”
Something flickered deep in Sasuke’s dark eyes, something so quickly gone, Naruto wasn’t sure he’d really seen it, and not imagined it. Then Sasuke gave a bored sigh and lay back on the bed.
“Pleasure me, bitch.” He snapped.
“Yes, Master,” Naruto responded, deeply relieved. This he could handle.
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