Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto, not I.
Warnings: Yaoi, Noncon(?), Incest, Disturbing Themes/Contents
Pairings: Uchihacest, (SasuNej?)
Author's Note: Rape, on fanfiction, is taken, read, and written too lightly. I am not proud of creating a piece where this subject is involved, but even if I use this plotline, I want to make it clear that for all those suffering out there, I genuinely apologize for everything and that I do not enjoy the topic. I may not understand it thoroughly, I may not understand the situation, but I regard the subject with sorrow and pain. I do not feel your pain, but I possess a different sort of pain that I've endured during these years- emotional issues and loneliness amongst major paranoia, even though I have friends and family members surrounding me.
Summary: He has been abducted, bound by satin cloth on a huge bed, and blind-folded. HIs only compnay is the man wh stalked him for three years and has now kidnapped him; the same man who sent him disturbing letters and gifts.
By: Hell Jashin
Prologue- From: Your Stalker:
All the doors were double locked... ...
All the windows were jammed shut... ...
All the rooms were brightly illuminated focusing specifically on young Sasuke who sat huddled in the corner of the living room where he had a clear view of the only entrance and exit in his house.
A frightened Sasuke shivered involuntarily.
Lately, he could feel eyes all over him where ever he went- school, market, work, park. And now, even in his own house, he could feel a presence just outside the door. He didn't look though. He didn't even dare.
The police weren't much help either.
The rain heavily poured down from nirvana outside as a soaked Sasuke fumbled frantically with his keys before shoving it into the lock and slamming open the door. Automatically after, he tackled the door close and quickly ran to pick up the living room phone.
He dialed 9-1-1 with shaking fingers and held the phone close to his ear.
"Japanese police department. How may I help you?" Came a mechanical monotone.
"T-there's s-someone following me!" he whispered desperately into the receiver. "Please! Someone's outside m-my door!" Sasuke crouched lowly below the window, covering himself from the intruder using the wall. He peaked through the window, barely an inch, enough for him to look into the stormy night and he feared the worst standing there.
"Calm down, sir." The crackling coming from the phone instructed, but the young teen couldn't. He could hear the blood pouring through his veins and the frantic beats of his heart hurdling at him. The next set of words the operator spoke made him feel completely helpless.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid our department diagnoses your kind of reaction as paranoia. The department is also helpless to your needs for there is no one here who could or would help. As an add on piece of advice, I advise you to call over a trustworthy friend to keep you company and wave away those hallucinations of yours."
Sasuke sunk low having caught a glimpse of the one stalking him and a few tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes.
It was a man. A man at an estimated height of five feet ten inches with a physical build that Sasuke knew he couldn't take down. Dressed all in black, the man wore a hooded sweater that covered his entire face and Sasuke knew that those eyes were drilling a powerful stare on the back of his head. He had saw him.
His hand fell limp; the phone dropped, rolling a couple feet away from him.
"What do you want from me?" he whimpered.
End of Flashback
Sasuke's eyes widened when he heard footsteps pad up the walkway. A small screeching sound wailed from the front door, but in Sasuke's ears, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
"What do you want?... What do you want?... What do you want from me?" It was a question, pleading for releasing his freedom back to him.
A few seconds later, he heard the same pair of footsteps slowly stalk away and he sighed in relief, but another thought struck him: what was that screeching noise? Slowly, and as quietly as he could, he stood and walked cautiously towards the door. Eyes darting from left to right, he peaked out from the hallway.
When the young teen finally made it to the door, he peaked out the small hole.
Turning back, a small bump from under his soaked shoes caught his attention and upon looking down, a black envelope caught his sight. And then it all clicked... the mail slot. The screeching had come from the mail slot. Someone had sent him a letter.
With shaky fingers, he picked it up. A beautiful cursive font printed his own address, the adopted Hyuga noticed, however, there was no return address.
Opening the letter, his body shook as he read the contents of the letter:
There are a few things I feel you must know about me, Sasuke.
For one, when I set my eyes on something I want, I take it. By all means necessary. Two- I hold grudges, therefore, I advise you to avoid all contacts with your friends, males and females, if you value their lives. Three- I am physically capable of attacking and defeating you in less time than you would think. Four- my rank in this society outnumbers your chances of arresting me. Five- I'm as possessive as they come, so should you ever anger me, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Six- I get aggressive in fights. Do not ever provoke me.
I watch your every move, Sasuke; whether you feel my eyes on you or not, know that I'll be observing. I only have one goal in mind, and though it may be a mystery now, I guarantee that our future meeting will clear up most of the questions your mind may have.
I can hear your thoughts, Sasuke. I know what you're thinking, but rest assure- I will not hurt you so as long as you do not upset me. Morever, I will protect you from the dangers lurking around Konoha.
Be prepared for what's installed for you in the future, Sasuke.
Can you predict my next move?
The existence of a name was next to none.