Hi, this is Kyuubi-kun once more. I am coming out with this fic instead of Live to Hate, Hate to Live at the moment because I'm more interested in this one. However, it's rated R and the warnings are as listed.
Language
Nudity
Sexual Abuse
Rape
Yaoi (SasuNaru, OroNaru)
Shonen Ai (SasuNaru)
Slave Ring
Drugs
Etc.
If you have a problem with anything listed above, get your ass out of here, because I don't and I'm the author. Thank you, and please enjoy the prologue.
Pain's Stoic Pleasures
Prologue
Many people realize that a coin has two sides, or that a book has two sides. However, very few seem to care that sometimes, the Underground of a business sells more than the face it shows to the world.
One such business that has this happen is called Gatou's Auction House. It is owned by a rich, wily man named Gatou. On Sundays through Thursdays, his auction house is open to the public, where they may indulge in fine artifacts from all over the world. They can set things up to be sold here, on those days only.
Few care what happens during the weekends at this fine establishment. Few care what goes on behind the large walls of the place.
For on Fridays and Saturdays, there is a different type of auction that takes place here. And this auction is only known by those who are rich enough to be invited. Strange, yet beautiful merchandise is always placed on display in this auction.
The auction places slaves, all male and all from ages eight to eighteen, on display. The boys were all given codenames so that they would be able to survive the world without being known as whores by their real name. Each nickname was solely that slaves.
Uzumaki Naruto was such a slave of Gatou's. He was nine years old and didn't trust anyone, not even the hand that fed him. He had gone through the four years of training that it took for one to learn how to "best please one's new master" as it was said, but he hadn't liked it one bit. Still, there was nothing he could do against it. This was his home.
Naruto was small for his age, which made him even more enticing for pedophiles that generally lurked around the Auction House. He had bright golden blonde hair that looked like sunshine and deep blue eyes that looked like the summer sky. His skin held just a hint of tan and his cheeks bore three whisker marks each. Those were from a time in his past that he didn't want to remember.
Naruto should have been used to being around the Auction House. He should have been happy that he was here rather than where he had been, but he couldn't help hating the place. It promoted slave trade and to the men with the money, the blonde was only another slave.
He didn't speak much, except when he felt it necessary to yell at all who dared oppose him. He was slightly bipolar because of his dark past. But that didn't really hinder his thoughts in the most. He knew who he was – it was the rest of the world that was confused.
"Orochimaru-sama," Gatou was saying. Naruto knew Gatou's voice by heart. It was the only voice that addressed him by his real name, instead of his nickname – which is what everyone else called him.
"Yes?" the slippery voice of the pallid rich man next to the squat Auction House owner said.
"Judging by what you put on your application to the Auction House, I believe that we do have what you are searching for," Gatou was saying.
Orochimaru's eyes glanced over the naked boys in the displays, each one slightly different than the one next to it.
Suddenly, the rich man stopped in front of a display. The boy inside was, like all the others, tied so that he was standing up. His head was down, but Orochimaru could see the sunshine blonde locks that seemed to glimmer in the darkness.
"And who is this one?" the man asked.
Gatou looked at the boy, recognizing him in a second. "This one is Soukyuu," he said. "Age nine. Does he interest you, Orochimaru-sama?"
"Yes, what is his cost for keeping?" Orochimaru asked. Soukyuu The pallid man thought to himself. Azure skies?
Gatou smirked. "His price starts at one thousand dollars, and then the auction takes place from there, as it always does. His item number is three-dash-oh-nine-six."
"Thank you," Orochimaru said.
The two sauntered off, gazing at the other merchandise that was on display for the auction tonight.
The auction was in full swing. Many slaves had been bought for either one-night rentals or for four years, which is what the contract was. Orochimaru was waiting patiently in his seat for the Soukyuu to come out so that he could buy the boy for four years. He wanted that child.
The boy looked so beautiful, but also quiet tamed. Even if he wasn't tamed, Orochimaru would train him to be tamed. The thought nearly aroused the man, but he managed to control himself well.
Suddenly, the boy came out. He was standing, legs apart and arms folded behind his neck, on the spinning display table. The table was spinning slowly so that everyone could get a good look at all aspects of the boy's body. Orochimaru barely heard the auctioneer saying, "Bids start at one thousand, ladies and gentlemen for the Soukyuu here. One thousand."
"One thousand five hundred," Orochimaru yelled out, holding up his number.
"We have one thousand five hundred, do I hear a one thousand six hundred, anyone?"
Another man on the other side of the room called out, "Two thousand."
Orochimaru would not let his prize go to anyone else. "Five thousand," he screamed.
"Six thousand," the other man challenged.
"Seven thousand," was Orochimaru's reply.
The other man hesitated, before sitting down once more. The auctioneer smiled, calling out, "Seven thousand. Going once? Going twice? Sold! To Orochimaru for seven thousand."
Orochimaru walked out of the auction hall, going to the pick up center, feeling quiet proud of himself. He had won his prize and if the boy wasn't as good as he thought he was, then he was just going to have to make the child worth that seven thousand. After all, a poor investment is always made better with a little bit of hard work.
He went to the pick-up stand. The man sitting behind the desk looked at him, an expression of respect on his pale features.
"I am Orochimaru," the richer of the two said. "I bought the Soukyuu for a four-year term. Seven thousand dollars. Where is my slave?"
"Just sign right here, Orochimaru-sama," the man at the desk said. "And I'll get the boy for you."
Orochimaru quickly scanned over the contract. Nothing knew had been added since his last purchase, so he knew that he was qualified within legal grounds to own Soukyuu. He picked up the pen that was lying on the desk and signed his name at the bottom.
A few minutes later, Naruto was led out of the room next to the desk by a leash attached to the collar around his neck. He was still wearing nothing, but Orochimaru didn't care about that. It meant that he could see all of his new slave. The leash was handed to him without any further ado and Orochimaru began to drag his Soukyuu out of the building.
When the two of them arrived back at Orochimaru's house, Orochimaru removed the leash, but not the collar. The boy looked up at him, blue eyes mournful, but Orochimaru could care less about that.
"There are only a few things that you must perform in this house, Soukyuu," Orochimaru said. "First, you must be a good partner for me in bed. If you are not, then I will make you become one. Second, you are to follow my every command without question. Third, you are to warm my bed at least once a day, if not more – depending on the mood I am in. Do you understand all of that?"
Slowly, slightly fearful, Naruto nodded. He didn't like being the slave of this man, but there really wasn't much choice that he had.
"Good," Orochimaru stated. He looked at the boy, licking his lips in anticipation. "Come along, Soukyuu, your duties start tonight."
It's fine being foolish
So look out for all traces of our dreams
Farewell, azure days
Let us go with the flow - Someday we will become adults
and gradually become tainted
Only the ripe fruits will be picked
and sliced by the knife
But before we get swallowed
We all strive for Shangri La without being taken over by our desires
We keep searching for a freedom covered in fantasies
I'm about to say this now that this is the eternity we want
Farewell, azure days
- Angela, Shangri La
Kyuubi-kun's Korner!
Don't yell at me for this fic. I had the idea pop into my head. And so I decided to do it. Yeah… I know, I have several other fics to update but I had to make this one. It had been floating around my head for a long long time. Also, yeah… I might post this up elsewhere as well, for when I get into the more… um… sexual side of things? Don't ask me where the idea for this came from. To be honest, I really don't know. Yeah… Anyways… moving on…
This will be updated whenever. I hope to be updating my other fics soon as well. Also, did anyone besides me wake up this morning and realize that there's only a week until Christmas? I felt like screaming. I'm writing a Naruto Christmas Fic but its not even halfway completed! AARGH!
Hope at least some people like this very very sadistic side of me… sorry about it… I really don't mean to have it. It just kind of appeared on its own. Yeah… oh well. Moving on, review, please! I wanna know if I should continue this…