Sasuke is back at Villa Joy.

"Hey, babe." Anko gives him a callous smile, crossing her arms and leaning in the doorway. "Welcome home. Madame will be relieved to see you..." she says before directing her attention towards the cop. "Thank you for bringing him back, officer."

"Found him wandering near the bridge."

"How odd."

"I recognized him immediately."

"Luckily!"

Sasuke feels sick to his stomach. He feels a mix of negative emotions he never thought humanly possible. When the cop leaves, Anko is still smiling at Sasuke. "You're going to get fucked so hard for running away," she says to him. "Your ass will be bleeding for weeks." She nods for him to follow her. They move throughout the brothel and Sasuke can't help but wonder if she's speaking figuratively or literally. Probably both. He lets out a silent sigh. He can do this. It's nothing he hasn't been through before.

Sasuke is brought to a familiar room. After a moment, he recalls it as the place where Sakura first found out he was a boy.

Sakura...

Maybe he'll see her now that he's back.

"This is Zaku," Anko says, pointing to a tall man with large arms and dark hair. "He'll be taking care of you."

A moment later she's gone and Sasuke is standing alone with the strange man.

"Take your clothes off," Zaku demands gruffly. The words come out in a deep baritone that sends chills up Sasuke's spine.

Sasuke wants to speak back, but he bites his tongue and does what he's asked. When he's bare, the larger man hands him a robe. He puts it on, tying the knot, and suddenly he's where he was before any of this happened. He'll need to get used to it again. After tasting what little freedom he had, it will be hard.

||XxXx||

At Oto, Naruto feels similarly grievous but in different ways. "So..." he starts weakly. "What's this mean?"

"Your father adopted quite a few children," Kabuto admits. "Usually they were from city orphanages, but you were the first one from the slums and you were the first success. Moderation was key. He tried to repeat the experiment, but still... No one matched up to you. You're perfect."

Naruto closes his eyes, trying to remain calm but he feels overwhelmed.

"There was just something about you..." Kabuto explains slowly, as if recalling an old memory. "Everything you have, he wanted... but you seemed to be the only one whose body was strong enough to handle the high doses needed to create perfection. He used to joke around and say maybe it was something in the polluted water you grew up drinking, but we all know that wasn't quite it. There's just something special about you. You're one of the lucky few. Maybe it's all the adrenaline, but who knows? The experiments were extensive. The memories were taken away and replaced with fake, pleasant ones that told the story of a typical childhood. Still, it didn't last. Your body just ate each dose apart slowly but surely and the memories would return to normal. He's been giving you monthly injections in your sleep to keep the memories at bay. Now he's dead and no one is there to administer them. The memories are coming back. I take it you've been experiencing the withdrawal symptoms slowly. Headaches, I presume?"

Naruto shudders, not bothering to nod his head. "So... you're saying..." he trails off, unsure how to put it to words.

"You're stronger than most," the silver haired man starts. "Faster, as well. You have cat-like agility. You heal quickly. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"I live a monotonous life," Naruto reasons. "I've never had a reason to run fast since leaving the slums. I've never been severely wounded. I've never had to fight." Yet he can't help but recall the night he drank. He knocked Sasuke down hard, exhibiting strength he never knew he possessed. That strength scared him and he could tell it scared Sasuke, too.

Kabuto nods sagely to himself. "Well, now you know."

"Why did he do these experiments?" Naruto asks, unsure why a person would risk so much for such little outcome. His throat feels dry, a mix of fear and anticipation rising in his gut... but more than that, he feels anger.

"He wanted to create the ultimate body," Kabuto answers. "He wanted to gain immortality. Unfortunately, he didn't possess a body like yours."

"So, what the fuck does that make me?" Naruto seethes.

"Inhumanly human," Kabuto supplies with a humored smile. "You have the ultimate body. Do you know what this makes you?" Naruto grits his teeth. He has a firm idea, but he can't find it in him to say. So, instead, Kabuto continues to speak, spilling the part of Naruto's history that was taken from him. "This makes you the ultimate weapon... A weapon of war. Along with the president, your father had great plans for you. It's a shame he died before he could put together the final pieces. It's a shame he died before he could make you truly great."

"God," Naruto laughs in disbelief, trying to suppress the anger and betrayal he's feeling but he can't. It's too much. He's shaking. "So, I was brought up to be a puppet? Do you know how... completely fucked up this it?"

"Yes," Kabuto says easily.

"I could kill you where you stand," Naruto seethes.

"But you won't," the man says knowingly. "That's just it, Naruto... You're strong, but you're soft. You'll never use your incredible abilities to your advantage. You've always been soft. It's been nearly four months since your father died and you've come up with no new material. You haven't done a thing around here. You don't participate in experiments. All you do is check on the patients. You aren't meant for a job like this... and it's a shame because you have so much potential. You have a great mind, but you refuse to put it to use. I think your father would have liked to play with you a little more, but he died before he could truly change you as a person. You aren't what he had in mind for the final stage."

The final stage?

Anger courses through Naruto's veins like poison, ready to burst. Without another word, he's leaves Kabuto's office. He storms down the hallway and down the stairs. In the research room, he sees Tsunade doing a supply check. He doesn't acknowledge her. He takes off his belt and wraps it around his arm, biting the end with his teeth to keep it tight. He grabs a syringe from the cabinet, opening it with a feral growl.

Tsunade turns, a frown on her face. "Naruto...?" she questions cautiously. "Are you all right?"

He doesn't answer. Jaw tightened, he moves swiftly across the room and opens the fridge. He takes a vial of clear liquid and fills the syringe, giving it a flick. He stares down as his veins are made prominent in bluish-greenish streams – like roads on a map.

"Naruto...!" Tsunade exclaims when she realizes what he's about to do.

But it's too late. Naruto feels it all coming together. He drops the empty syringe, crumbling to the floor and losing consciousness.

||XxXx||

Once Sasuke is ready, Zaku walks him to Koharu's office. He's dreading it. There's a feeling of calamity dwelling in every inch of his body. He knows he won't be welcomed back with smiles. Just like always, Koharu will continue to do her best to break him and teach him lessons no human needs to learn.

In her office, Sasuke stands still. Koharu is sitting at her desk as if she's been expecting him.

"You're back," she says.

"Yes," he responds, knowing it would be far worse to ignore her.

"Have you forgotten whilst off on your little vacation, or do you remember what we do to those who disobey?" she asks, steepling her fingers.

"Yes," he says, feeling faint and unpleasantly overwhelmed.

"Then you know what we'll have to do?" she questions.

"Yes," he says for a third time, trying hard to keep his voice even. There's a lump welling in his throat and it's a conscious effort for him not to tremble.

"Take off your robe," Koharu instructs. "Your file has disappeared. We need a new photo for your new one."

Sasuke grits his teeth, but obeys nonetheless, shedding the thin fabric from his body. He crosses his arms, feeling thoroughly uncomfortable. Koharu pulls down a white backdrop and he stands in front of it as she readies the tripod.

"Stand still and tall," she says.

Click.

"Turn to the side."

Click.

"Other side."

Click.

"Now face the wall."

Click.

"And we're done."

Sasuke nods, bending down to fetch his robe. He puts it back on gladly.

"Danzo Shimura called," she adds. "I take it you know what he told me?"

"Yes," he says yet again, paling slightly.

"Zaku," Koharu says. "Find Anko. Do what you will with him. Take him to the basement and teach him a lesson he won't soon forget." Zaku simply nods in response and to Sasuke, she adds, "It pains me to have to do this to you again. I do hate to hurt you."

"I deserve to be hurt," he says mechanically, trying to give her the answers she wants to hear.

She smiles at that. "Yes, you do."

Sasuke swallows the lump in his throat, but it doesn't go away. It's stuck, just like him. Zaku grabs him by the shoulder and leads him out of the room. They find Anko waiting outside, a perverse gleam in her eye. Her hands are in her pockets and she looks excited – like she's been granted permission to play a very exciting game. The dangerous potential of it causes Sasuke further nausea.

Sasuke can already hear the screams. He's not sure if they're coming from his memory or if they're coming from another sad soul. Something tells him he'll be in for a different kind of torture this time.

Anko skips in front of them as they enter the Red Room. Sasuke tries not to breath heavily for fear of taking in the putrid scent of dried blood and gore. He knows for a fact there have been times people were brought down here to die. Some haven't been as lucky as Sasuke. Some came and never left.

"So," Anko sing-songs. "Rumor has it you've been living with a rich man. A socialite, I believe? Koharu got a pretty interesting call from the president not five minutes before you showed up. I thought it was such a laugh!" She leans into him, invading every inch of his personal space. "Did he fuck you nicely?"

Sasuke's eyes narrow at her, but he doesn't respond.

"No matter," she murmurs offhandedly. "You have plenty of lost time to make up for. Why don't we start now?" She stares at Zaku and says. "Go get it."

It?

He exits the room briefly, exchanging words with someone beyond the wall. Sasuke listens to the muffled voices, realizing he's speaking with Dosu.

When he returns, he's holding a syringe and a tourniquet. His eyes widen in fear and his body acts impulsively, attempting to make a run for it. He doesn't get far. Zaku grabs him with one arm and slams him onto the rough, stone floor.

The struggle is in vain. Sasuke is subdued. He lets out a long, harrowing cry as his body is drugged yet again. He finds himself overwhelmed with grief. He curses Koharu. He curses Anko. He curses Zaku. He curses Dosu. He even curses Naruto, whose laboratory supplies these cruel drugs.

He feels himself weaken, growing warm in places he wishes he wouldn't.

"There, there," Anko simpers, kneeling down and hovering over him as he lies on the ground. "I'd tell you it'll all be over soon... but it won't."

Sasuke forces himself into a sitting position and Zaku moves closer, crouching behind him. He can feel his breath coming in shallow and he can feel his heart speeding up.

He feels intoxicated yet thoroughly aroused. He slumps backwards, his back pressed against Zaku's strong chest. His arms worm around Sasuke's stomach, keeping him firmly in place.

Anko rises to her feet and stands over them, pacing and looking like she's in thought. "I have an idea," she pauses and brightens, jumping up and down jovially as if she just came up with a splendid plan. "Let's take a video!"

Sasuke pales. "No..." he croaks pleadingly.

"The humiliating kind that will make you die of shame," she adds giddily, smiling down at him. "We can send it to your rich, little boyfriend. I bet he would love to see you spread out and looking lewd for the camera. We'll make sure to send it to him. There's no way he'd want you after such a disgustingly filthy hormonal display."

"Shut up," he whispers weakly, already feeling the drug taking mass effect on his body. It's sickening.

When Anko takes her hands out of her pockets, she's holding a small camera. She turns it on and stares at the little screen. "Sasuke, will you spread your legs like a whore and let Zaku fuck you?" she asks sweetly, raising the camera and pointing it at the timid young man.

"No!" he protests desperately, keeping his knees locked together.

"You will," she says surely. "The drugs will make your body want it, regardless of what your mind decides."

A second later, Zaku's arms are removed from his waist. Instead, he grabs Sasuke's legs, wrapping his meaty fingers around the brunet's slim calves. Sasuke struggles against it, but to no avail. His legs are pried apart and pulled towards his chest. The fabric of his robe rides up, opening as he lies exposed.

"What a nice view," Anko says with a laugh as Sasuke's legs are held up, revealing his backside. "You're looking so wanton. I bet you can't wait."

He feels hot, like his skin is burning up. He closes his eyes and slumps against the stranger, refusing to stare at Anko's perverse and power-hungry expression. "This is a good look for yah, Sasuke," she adds, setting the camera down and untying his robe before forcing it off the rest of the way. Sasuke tries to kick her away, but the grip on his legs tightens.

"Fuck him, Zaku," Anko says to her lackey and Sasuke's throat goes dry. "Fuck him right into the floor."

"What?" Sasuke asks meekly.

"You're gonna get fucked, babe," she tells him harshly. "Not that it's anything you aren't used to. You've just forgotten while you were off playing house. We'll just have to make you remember exactly who you are. There's no running away from it, Sasuke. You can't avoid it."

Sasuke grits his teeth, refusing to protest any further. That will only make things worse. He's learned that lesson more than once, but it often grows difficult.

"Anyway," Anko says carelessly, "I do wish I could stay and watch, but I have more important things to do. Have fun, boys." She waves, leaving Sasuke alone in the room with the strange man. The camera is still in place on the floor, recording everything.

Without a word, Sasuke is let go and Zaku unbuckles his belt like the obedient dog he is. Sasuke stares at him, a familiar feeling of nausea overtaking him. A hand is placed on his chest and he's forced to lie on his back.

"You don't have to do this," he says.

Zaku scoffs, but he doesn't respond.

So, Sasuke stares up at the ceiling and away from the face of the man hovering above him. He tries to distance himself as best as he can. 'It's okay,' he says to himself. 'I'll be fine. This isn't the first time.' Between his attempts at comforting himself, Sasuke realizes that the man is going to go in dry. Somehow, he isn't surprised. They want it to hurt as much as possible... and it will. "Stop...!" he gasps aloud, unable to relax.

"No," the man says gruffly.

Sasuke closes his eyes, trying to mentally prepare himself. A second later, the man gives a sudden jerk his hips and drives into the younger body with one quick and unprompted motion. Sasuke lets out a stiff scream, his limbs going rigid. His lips remain parted. He gasps and chokes and screams again as his body convulses.

"Shut up!" the man hisses at him. "Don't make this worse than it has to be!"

Sasuke forces himself to stare at Zaku, giving him a wet, hateful gaze.

The man clicks his tongue and pull out a second later. "I can't fucking look at you," he mutters, grabbing Sasuke's legs and flipping him onto his stomach none-to-gently. "On your knees. Now."

Sasuke does as he's asked, though regretfully. He feels meaty hands on his hips as his backside is once again invaded. He lets out a broken half-sob, feeling his energy quickly draining away. He stares straight ahead at the wall, trying to distract himself with the cracks in the stones but it's just not possible. It's never possible.

Sasuke's face is shoved into the hard floor as his rear is hauled up even higher. Every inch of him aching as humiliation is forced into his consciousness. Tears sting the corners of his eyes and he needs to try damn hard to keep forcing them back... but does it matter? He has nothing left and what little dignity he gained back has been once again stolen. He should have known it would go like this. Whores don't get to choose. They take what they get and they live with it. He feels something warm and wet drip down his thigh and he realizes that he's been ripped right open. He wishes he would pass out and save himself from some of the utter degradation, but he knows that kind of hope is in vain. His jaw tightens as his body lurches back and forward with each violent thrust of the stranger's hips. He let out a haggard groan, thighs shaking before giving out. Nonetheless, he's held firmly in place. A stream of saliva leaves his parted lips, pooling on the floor he's lying against.

Through it all, he manages to maintain an erection. He knows it must be the drug, because all he feels is pain at this point. Zaku gives him a harsh reach around and Sasuke feels his stomach tighten.

After what feels like hours, it stops. Everything stops. When Sasuke is released, he immediately collapses onto the stone floor. He feels too tired to think and too nauseous to move. He lets out a string of coughs and a slimy trail of bile leaves his mouth.

He stares at the floor, slowly turning his gaze to meet the camera. He lets out a shallow breath before wiping his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut.

For many long minutes, Sasuke lies completely still. He hears the patting of Zaku's feet on the hard ground. He hears the click, telling him the camera has been turned off. Then Zaku disappears from the room.

With that, Sasuke forces himself to move. He perches himself up on an elbow and with fearful caution, he slowly reaches a hand between his legs. When he brings his hand back up, he sees a foul, sticky mixture of fluids on his fingers – a murky red and white. "Blood..." he murmurs flatly, staring down. He holds out his hand, as if he's unsure what to do with it. With his other hand, he briskly wipes his cheeks. Sniffling, he stands on shaky legs. A pang shoots up his spine, but he doesn't acknowledge the pain. More than that, he feels numb – in and out. He knows it'll only grow worse.

When Zaku returns, he has a bucket of water. He throws it over Sasuke in a weak attempt to clean him off for the journey back upstairs. Setting the bucket aside, he forces Sasuke back into his robe. It clings to the dampness of his skin, but he doesn't mind.

Zaku grabs Sasuke's wrist and they leave. Every so often, Zaku will glance at Sasuke, whose eyes won't stop leaking.

"Stop crying," Zaku hisses, pulling Sasuke along.

In the hallway, they walk past Sakura's open door. Inside, Sasuke spots the familiar pink haired girl. She stares down at the trail of blood traveling down his legs, unmasked pity in her gaze. They share a brief look, neither of them lingering.

"I can't," Sasuke murmurs. He feels like he's slowly but surely going mad.