WARNING: This is Yaoi, not for children! Dark themes, rape, violence, etc.

I never imagined I'd turn out this way. But, of course, there's nothing to be done on the matter now. It's too late to turn back.

Not that I really want to.

I'm not human, can't really remember ever being one. Either I was too good for one, or not good enough. Strange what life can be like.

I've been beaten, I've been abused, and I've been raped.

I've murdered, I've stolen, and I've destroyed.

I've never told my story before. Not my real story and not the whole of it. Bits and pieces of my life have been scattered through time, but nobody has ever heard it from my view, from my heart.

So today, I impart my life unto this journal.

It won't be so much for others to read, or for others to know. This isn't meant to send a message or to defend anything I've done.

Merely to remind me.

To remind me of what I am. Who I am. And, perhaps most importantly, why I am.

I've gone by many names... Koji, Boy, Killer, Trash, Toy, and Sasuke.

Sasuke is my favourite.

However, the name my birth father gave to me, the King of the Demon Realm, is Koji.

It translates as orphan.

I suppose, that's because he wished I was. You see, my mother died during my birth. Though it was not solely my birth, my brothers as well.

However, he was born hours before. My mother was fine after my brother was born. It was my birth that hurt her. That killed her. Reduced her body to a mangled corpse, face locked in a never-ending silent scream.

I never loved that woman.

She died, and I'd grown up to believe it was my fault, because of my father.

I am a demon. So are my father and brother. More specifically, we are pure blood vampires. But daddy dearest wanted to ensure our claim to the throne as there had been talk of a coup.

So, he wanted us to be strong. He found a lightning demon. The plan was to seal it inside of me, or inside of my brother. He didn't really care much which one, just that it was sealed in one of us, securing his claim to the throne.

But dad messed up. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't understand the mechanisms.

The demon was too strong for my infant body.

Riddled with uncontrolled power and a raging demon inside of me, I was a ball of electric energy, burning my mother from the inside.

Still, I never truly understood my own power until much later in life.

From the day I was born until my ninth birthday I was kept in the dungeons.

On my ninth birthday I was given as a gift. To my brother.

I, the most powerful being in the entire demon realm, was to be my brother's pet. His servant. Do anything and everything to make him happy.

A Prince on his knees.

Perhaps I'll start the story here... Then skip around a bit more. For now, the prologue is over and I may call this the beginning.

My chains clanked against each other, the metal heavy on my thin wrists. I sat inside a large box. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I was told to be quiet, so I was.

I knew the box was being carried somewhere. Why could I not walk there, and then climb inside the box upon reaching the destination?

Maybe it was a jailbreak.

I shook my head. That couldn't be it... Who would want to break me out?

Besides, daddy says I'm a murderer and that I killed a lovely woman.

I need to be punished.

It's only fair, right? So I hoped this wasn't a jailbreak. Because then I'd have to go back and apologize. Even though it wasn't my fault. I didn't know what was happening.

I sat in the box for what seemed like hours, but honestly, it probably wasn't anywhere near that long. The apprehension of not knowing the situation made my insides clench and time drag.

Eventually the box was opened and I looked up, wincing at the light. I paused, gasping loudly. Above me... Was me. I reached out, thinking it was a mirror, but was a hand didn't meet my own, I knew it couldn't be. I furrowed my brow.

"Dad, what is it?" His voice was different than my own. It was decidedly crueler. And his eyes were smaller, narrower, with tired lines. His mouth didn't even look like it was capable of smiling, but I knew it was, as I could smile and I had the same mouth.

I tried to think back... Had father ever mentioned anything like this? A twisted mirror me...

"Your twin brother. The one who murdered your mother. He came out after you. He's your pet now." I was pretty sure that was father's voice.

Twin? Was he really...? Then shouldn't it be his fault too for killing mother? It seemed a little rude to say it was just me because I came out second.

'You know that's not why...' a dark voice mumbled in the back of my head. I glared at nothing and smacked my forehead. 'It's because of me...' it gurgled. Almost like it was drowning. He always sounded that way.

I didn't know why he was there, or why he chose me, but the gurgling voice was in my head, always.

"Get out." I heard the not-me say. I nodded and stepped from the box. Perhaps I could consider this an extension of my punishment for killing mother. Almost like a new kind of prison.

The boy, my twin, circled me, looking me up and down. I kept my head down, and my arms wrapped around myself.

"Shouldn't it come with a collar?" he barked out.

"I wanted you to pick the color." Father said, standing and wandering over somewhere.

"Stay." My twin said, following father. I sighed and sat down. This was weird.

What was a pet anyway and why was I to be one?

I waited for a while until eventually my family came back. My brother put a blue collar on me. His hands were warm.

"Thank you, dad. What can he do?"

"Nothing yet. Don't even think it can talk or understand us." He shrugged his shoulders.

I wanted to smile at that, but didn't. I did understand. I found people were a lot more honest when they thought you didn't understand. My brother hooked a leash to my collar and tugged.

I stood to start walking and he frowned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down.

"Dogs walk on all fours." I looked up at him like I was confused. I knew what all fours meant though... However, I didn't know what a dog was.

He began walking again and tugged me along. I stood again. He wasn't the guard, why should I listen to him? I had to go back to jail.

"Hey stupid." My brother hissed, yanking viciously on the chain. I winced and he grabbed the collar, tugging. I looked up into his fierce eyes. I gasped.

They were better than mine... They were beautiful.

"Stupid, you belong to me now. You will listen to me. No matter what. You'll always obey me. That's what being my pet is. You're my prisoner."

So, it was an extension of my imprisonment. I nodded at him and sighed, getting back on all fours.

This was punishment for murder.

I followed after my very pleased brother to what I could only assume was his room.

He threw me inside and smiled. "My very own pet~" He said in a sing song voice.

I frowned. What was he going to make me do?

He grabbed my leash and tied it to the bedpost.

"Okay. I'm not too sure what to do with you yet... You can't even understand me. Okay! I know!" He took my leash off. "I'll teach you some tricks!" He yelled giddily. "First... Do sit." He held his hand out straight and I stared at it. I knew what he wanted.

But I wasn't suppose to.

So I sat there pretending to be confused.

"Sit." he said again, walking around me. I was still on all fours. He glared as I ignored the order again.

"Sit!" he yelled, digging his high heel into my lower back. I whimpered and sat. He smirked. "Good."

He walked back in front of me.

"This will be fun."

I'd been my brothers pet for five years now. I was fourteen and I'd long singed learnt my place.

I was his to do with what he pleased and I was to obey any and all commands.

My brother stormed into his room and glared at me. He has scratch marks on his cheek and he was fuming. Which was bad news for me.

"Come here." he growled lowly. I rushed over to him and tried to look as innocent as possible.

It had no effect. He grabbed my head and slammed it against his knee. I hissed in pain. "Up." he growled. I heaved myself up. His blows weren't too bad. Even with his supernatural strength... I was stronger.

He kicked me in the stomach and I rolled back.

"Hands and knees. Now." he ground out. I obeyed, biting my lip. I knew what was coming... And it made me sick to me stomach to think about.

I watched, feeling bile rise in my throat, as he undid his pants. Time like these were always the worst… When he used me from behind, I could just ignore it, usually. I wouldn't have to actually focus on what was happening, or taste anything disgusting.

But he wanted satisfaction quick.

So, when he held his member out to me, I did what all good pets do. Took it in my mouth and sucked.

It didn't take him long… It never did. I just had to swirl my tongue around the tip a few times, and he was done for. He always made me swallow everything, no matter how disgusting it tasted.

I was relieved when he kicked me and left. That could've gone much worse. I stood up on my shaky legs and went over to the window. I winced when the metal creaked noisily.

I loved it when my brother left after making me suck him off. Because then, I could do this.

I shoved my fingers into my mouth and down my throat. Sadly, I didn't have much of a gag reflex, so it took a bit, but finally I was able to vomit out the window and expel his disgusting seed.

I was his pet. I would do anything for him. I hated his guts.

I heard footsteps approaching my room and I panicked, rushing back over to the bedpost, to relatch my collar. I'd just barely sat down when the door slowly opened.

"Prince Itachi?" The small voice asked, blonde head peeking inside. The man servant sighed with relief upon realizing the room was empty, save for me.

"Hey Sasuke." He smiled at me, and came in, lugging a large bucket and cleaning supplies. I use to hate this boy when I was a bit younger. He liked to play with me… Or try to play with me anyway, and he always got on my nerves.

He made his way over to me and dug around in his pocket. He made a noise of victory and pulled out something wrapped in foil. He unraveled it and showed it to me. I felt my mouth water, looking at the bright red flesh of the tomato.

"Heh, these are your favourite, aren't they?" He asked, holding it even closer to my mouth. "Go ahead, take it." He coaxed softly. I really was hungry… I snatched it from his tan hands and tore into the thing, feeling pleased when the juices cleaned any remaining filth from my mouth.

He watched me carefully.

"So, how're you today, Sasuke?" He asked. He knew
I couldn't understand him, so I never got why he'd always talk to me like this. "I'm not that bad… That guy I was telling you about, Gaara, he finally talked to me! Of course… What he said wasn't exactly the nicest…" He mumbled. He started pulling out his cleaning supplies.

"I wish you could talk to me too… I've heard your voice… just your cries form when Prince Itachi hurts you." I growled slightly at that. What my brother did to me was none of his stupid business! I turned away from him slightly.

"What?" He dropped the rag he was holding and just gaped at me. My eyes widened. What? What did I do? I didn't like that look on his face. "You understood that?"

Oh shit.

I just continued to look away, trying not to react.

"You did! You understood me!" He smiled giddily, clasping his hands together. "I always had a hunch that you could, but I was never sure… See, it's your eyes…" I turned towards him again, curiosity getting the better of me. Our eyes met and I felt panic again. "You have intelligent eyes." He said softly.

I looked back down. Well, now what on earth was I to do? This damn blonde servant knew I could understand people. Would he tell my brother? If Itachi knew… If he knew I'd been hiding something like that from him.

"You can't tell Itachi…" I said hoarsely, my unused voice coarse.

Well there's the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! I'll try and get the next out soon! (In case you weren't clear, this is SasukexNaruto)

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-Lunar