Firstly: Warnings: This story will contain bad language, rape, violence, mental abuse, self-injuring and eventually Yaoi. If you mind any of these or simply do not wish to read it, I suggest you click the 'back' button now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto – Masashi Kishimoto does.

Summary: Main pairing KakaNaru – now on to the real summary.

At the Valley of the End, after having tried to stop Sasuke from defecting, Naruto was brutally raped, and not only by his 'best friend'...

This story is set years later, after Naruto returns from Training with Jiraiya following the timeline of the manga/anime.

Kakashi and Naruto start forming a relationship of sorts, but Naruto being what, and who he is there are many people that don't wish him well, so the troubles commence.

Can Kakashi save Naruto, from the world and from himself, or is our all's favourite blonde beyond saving?

Yes, I do suck horribly at summaries.

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Chapter 1

(edited version)

-X-

Black eyes, broken fingers,
Blood drips and I let it run,
down my lips into my swollen gums,
When hope is non-existent,
Our instincts all scream "Run",
We never turn our backs or even bite toungs
Although we have no obligation to stay alive,
On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive,
(Break out) I won't be left here,Behind closed doors.

Rise Against – Behind Closed Doors

-X-

Scared, he felt so very scared. That was the last thing the blonde could recall from before everything went blac. Then he found himself there again, down in the dark, flooded tunnels – he'd been here so many times lately that he could probably find his way even with his eyes closed.

After a couple of minutes he arrived at his destination – and enormous cage. Inside it he could barely spot the pair of familiar red eyes, all else covered in shadows. The creature that was hiding in the darkness came towards him, and in only a moment the kitsune no Kyuubi was standing right there in front of him, the only thing separating the boy from the beast were the thin metal bars of the cage.

"So, Kit, you're back." It wasn't as much question as a statement.

"Yeah," The blue-eyed 17 year old looked straight into the eyes of the nine tailed demon. "Can I stay here for tonight, I can't stand going back. I-I know what's going to happen if I do…" The blonde shivered slightly as he spoke, his eyes portraying the fear he felt all too clearly.

"Of course, Kit," The fox said affectionately as it put one of its front paws out through the bars and laid it around the trembling teen. "But, Kit," Naruto looked into the fox's eyes again; the demon's voice was more serious than he'd heard it in quite a while. "You have to get away from it; you can't let it torture you like this. If you don't find away to stop it then, soon, there will be nothing I can do for you anymore. I can heal your flesh wounds, and I can guard you in your sleep, but the strain it's putting on your mind, the mental effects all of this is having on you, those I am unable to handle if you let it go too far. It's better stopping it now than waiting for it to end…" A low grunt from Naruto made Kyuubi aware that he was slipping into dreamland, so she decided to let him sleep for now. The poor boy needed the little rest he could get, god knows that it wasn't much.

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Naruto woke up in a sweat, his heart hammering in his chest and his breathing out of control. He struggled for several minutes trying to calm down before he sat up properly in his bed, leaning his back against the headboard with the covers pulled up around him. He was terrified to say the least, these dreams that came to haunt him were so horrible - a constant reminder of what had happened back then - even now. Even after so many years.

~ Flashback ~

A young Naruto, 13 years of age, was speeding through a forest, chasing the back of his best friend and former team mate Uchiha Sasuke. When he finally caught up both boys were both exhausted, running on overdrive. They were in a place Naruto had never been before, but he recognized it from some book he had read – this was the Valley of the End. A smile found its way to the blonde's lips at the irony of the situation. The end would come in this very place; it seemed like something taken out of a story for the final showdown to happen in the valley of the end.

Sasuke turned and looked at him, pinning the blonde with his eyes as if he was trying to stare Naruto away.

"Come back, Sasuke. Please..."Naruto said, barely above a whisper, but he knew the raven had heard him because the other boy shook his shoulders lightly.

"I can't, Naruto. You know better than anyone I can't – I have to kill him." The blonde felt tears welling up in his eyes, 'No, I won't cry, not now... I can't' he thought to himself.

"Then I'll make you. Heck, I'll even chop of your legs and pull you all the way back by your ears if that's what it takes, you know!" The Uchiha simply laughed at him.

"I'm much too strong for you, Naruto, you will never beat me. Whatever happens here, if we fight it will only end in disaster..." The blue-eyed boy clenched his fists, knowing what Sasuke said was all too true.

"I don't fucking care, I WILL BRING YOU BACK, SASUKE!" A roar from the blonde, and so the fight begun.

It had lasted several hours, and the two had been surprisingly evenly matched for the entire time, but as time passed the two of them became more and more exhausted. Naruto had already transformed into his fox-state quite some time ago, but now it was Sasuke's turn. The seal on his neck, the one Orochimaru was to blame for, was taking him over, and in only a short time he'd transformed into his second stage.

It didn't take long before Naruto was completely exhausted – sweat covering his body and the taste of blood strong in his mouth. He saw Sasuke charging at him yet again, barely reaching to get out of the way, he was at his limit now, and he had only one hope left – the Rasengan. He started charging, and as soon as the Uchiha noticed he decided to use his own special technique, the Chidori. As the two boys charged at each other – quickly reducing the space between them – a sort of understanding passed between them, neither knowing why, but they both felt at ease in those last moments before they met in mid air. Naruto was first to strike, but he was exhausted (and he didn't have the will to possibly kill his best friend, though that was something he regretted), the other boy easily knocking his hand away, then the raven struck, his fist piercing the blonde's shoulder, blood quickly drenching his orange jacket. The last thing Naruto knew was Sasukes free arm closing around him and the Uchiha softly caressing him, then he slowly slipped into welcoming darkness.

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The next thing the blonde knew he woke up to the feeling of somebody's hands brushing against the skin on his stomach. He kept his eyes closed, not yet ready to know what was happening, as the hands kept roaming his bare chest. He opened his eyes to find that he was entirely naked, lying on the ground, his bare skin bruising from the rocks beneath him. As he looked up to see who it was that was straddling him and now also playing with one of his nipples, saying he was in shock upon seeing who it was would be an understatement, because there, sitting atop him, was Kabuto.

"So, I see you're awake, Naruto-kun?" the grey haired boy asked, his voice as calm as ever, though it was more of a statement. Naruto shivered with disgust, hoping the grey haired male chose to take it as that and not a shiver of pleasure. "It took you long enough to get too considering that I healed all your wounds quite some time ago." The sound nin said.

"What are you doing...? WHERE'S SASUKE?! " Naruto was gripped by a surge of panic - Had the bastards done anything to the raven?

"To answer your second question first – the Uchiha is right over there in that tent," Kabuto lifted one hand to point to a tent barely 10 metres away. "And as for your second question, demon, the three of us just wanted to have some fun before we left."Kabuto smirked with an evil glint in his eyes as he said the last part.

"W-What do you mean...Fun? What... three of you?" Naruto was terrified, sensing that he was in a bad, bad situation. His hands trembled at the thought of the mess he could be in.

"Oh, you'll see what kinds of fun we'll be having, Naruto-kun. As for what three of us, well, that would be me, as you should have guessed, Sasuke, and Orochimaru-sama. You have a long night ahead of you, Naru-chan" Kabuto said in a mocking voice.

Then it had begun. He had been broken that night – endured things that no one should ever have to go through - and worst of all was who had done it. The first one of them to rape him was Kabuto, which, in a strange way, Naruto was happy for – he was somehow glad it wasn't Orochimaru who was his first. Kabuto had been harsh with him, very harsh. It had been hard and fast, and it had left Naruto bleeding and struggling for breath. After the first time, Orochimaru and Kabuto had forced themselves on him countless times during the night, doing things to him that he could never forget, blood and semen running down his thighs. That had not been the worst part though, not by far.

The most gruesome part of that night had been when they'd brought Sasuke out of his tent. They'd made him caress Naruto, kiss him – Naruto could sense that Sasuke didn't want to do it either, but still he had – and then they'd told the Uchiha to take him.

"Take Naruto, and we'll take you in - don't, and we leave you two here to rot." Naruto thought he saw a hint of regret in the raven's eyes, lasting no more than a second at most, then Sasuke had forced himself on the blonde, pushing into him, and although it wasn't as hard and rough as the other two it had hurt so much more. Hurt because this was his best friend, and he was raping him. Because it was the boy he looked upon as his own brother violating him in the worst possible way.

Naruto had not cried any of the many times that Orochimaru and Kabuto had touched him, kissed him, pushed into him, he wouldn't let them see how much it hurt, but now tears were silently streaking his cheeks – he just couldn't hold them back anymore. Sasuke saw the gleaming, wet tracks down the blondes cheeks, Naruto knew, but the black haired boy simply focused his attention on Naruto's lips instead and continued his acts.

After the Uchiha had emptied himself inside the blond, he leant forwards to the blonde's ear. "Sorry Naruto, but I had to. You know I have to kill him, right" he'd whispered, almost so low that Naruto couldn't hear it, but he had. Then everything had gone black again.

When he woke up he found that he had been dressed and it felt like he'd been cleaned too. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond, too tired from the things that had happened to him mere hours earlier, and everything hurt. He was awake for a short minute before he slipped back into unconsciousness.

The next thing he could remember was that someone was holding him, carrying him, clutching him so tight it seemed they were afraid if they let go the boy would disappear. Naruto had flinched, terrified at the touch, then he opened his eyes to find that his sensei, Kakashi, was the one holding him, tears running down the tiny visible part of the jounin's cheeks. "Kakashi..." he'd whispered, then his eyes closed, and he'd happily let the darkness take him back.

~ Flashback over ~

Naruto was terrified, as he always was after one of his flashbacks. Tears were running down his cheeks fast, his whole body trembling. 'Why me?' thought the young Jinchuuriki. 'Isn't it enough that all the people of my village whom I try to make recognize me all call me a monster and a demon? Isn't it enough that they try to hurt me in every way? Why this too?'

Naruto was shaking when he got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. It was 4 am, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore that night, so he took a warm shower and got dressed. Grabbing an apple he headed out the door, not knowing where he was going, but not really caring. He needed some fresh air.

When morning came he met up with Sakura, Sai and Yamato, as usual, for training, acting as his old self yet again. No one would ever know that something was wrong, not as long as he put on his happy act, and no one had to know. It was his burden to carry and his alone.