The Secret: Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own Sasuke and Kakashi. I do own Gin though, but that's no accomplishment. Nobody would want him! Hell! I don't even want him. I'll give him away free to a good home at the first given opportunity.
IMPORTANT STUFF ABOUT THIS STORY I rarely, if ever use OC's as main characters in any stories I write. I appreciate that most people want to read stories about actual Naruto characters and not some randomer I made up. Anyway, he's there for a reason and that reason is because he's an absolute bastard (as you will find out later on) and I didn't want to burden any of the Naruto characters with such a title (yes, even Orochi lol) because I love them all too much. Somebody needed to be the bad guy, so I made up Gin especially for that role. As for his name… well that just happened to be the first thing that came into my head.
Also, I need to alter Kakashi's age a bit in this. He's meant to be 24 and Sasuke is 16. Characters are a little OOC.
WARNING: Contains YAOI, RAPE and LEMONS. You have been warned. If it's not really your thing, then you probably shouldn't read this.
(It's Kakashi's point of view for pretty much the whole story)
The first time I ever set my eyes on him, they nearly popped out of their sockets. Simply put, he was the most beautiful little thing I'd ever seen, certainly not what I was expecting to open the door of the over-sized mansion I was visiting. I came to the house to visit an old friend of my father's who I had not seen for 5 years. I've known him since I was a child and he's always been so kind to me, in fact he even paid to put me through university because my family could not afford it.
The boy invites me in and tells me to follow him, his small, delicate, child-like hand quickly closing the door behind us, before he spins around without looking at me or so much as even acknowledging my existence. His mid-length jet black hair swayed behind him as he turned, hinting at an almost blue tone as the light reflected of it. It is shiny and well kept despite its length, bangs at the front framing his face and spiked up from behind, obvious that he probably takes great time straightening it and styling it every morning.
As he walked past I caught a subtle scent of almond from him, most likely the scent of whatever shampoo he's been using. His small hips sway in front of me as I follow him, almost mesmerising me with their movement. This has probably been well rehearsed on his part. He is certainly a boy who knows he's beautiful and is probably used to a lot of attention. He's dressed seductively also, with tight-fitting red coloured trousers sitting extremely low on his hips, barely covering him where they should. A metal, studded belt prevents them from slipping down towards his ankles, and I can't really tell if he's wearing underwear or not, but I don't think he is. A black, almost transparent, thin material jumper (or sweater to all those Americans reading lol) clings tightly to his tiny frame, and I can't help but notice that he has cut holes in the bottom of the sleeves to enable his thumb to come through, which draws attention to the red nail polish neatly applied to each of his nails.
He's not very tall either and his frame is very petite, more like a woman's frame than that of a boy, but then again he seems very young, probably about sixteen, seventeen at the most. Despite being petite in build, he's not all bony as there is muscle tone visible on his body, not a great amount, but enough to suggest that this is his natural build.
Being so engrossed in staring at the boy for the duration of our journey around the long halls of the house, he stops suddenly, catching me by surprise and nearly causing me to walk into him when he stops abruptly at a seemingly random door. I hope he didn't catch me staring, but I think I looked away in time.
"Master Gin is in there," he says without making any eye contact with me.
His face is so beautiful, the first thing that draws me to him is his eyes, so deep and dark in colour they could almost be black. On closer inspection I can see they've been lined with a thin layer of dark make-up, enough to make his already large eyes seem even bigger. His face is very feminine, but in a beautiful way which suits his small frame.
What the hell is he doing here? How could Gin, a man in his 50's, who believe me isn't much to look at, manage to acquire such a pretty young boy like this one?
"Are you going in are not?" the boy states with a hint of annoyance in the tone of his voice. He's still staring at the ground, not bothering to look me in the eyes. Under the better light I can see how pale his skin is. He's so pale that his skin almost matches the white wallpaper which decorates the wall behind him. His colouring is so striking and unusual that I'm having difficulty looking away from him.
"Oh, yes, thank you," I finally snap out of my daze, only just taking in what the boy had said. I smile at him, but get absolutely no response except for a slight scowl. Without flinching he quickly spins around and I can hear his footsteps disappearing down the hall. My attention is caught when I see Gin sitting on the large, leather sofa in the main living room of his absolutely huge home.
"Kakashi!" he cries. "It's been a while hasn't it? You were still a teenager the last time I saw you, albeit only just… but how is your mother?"
As I said before, Gin is an old friend of my father and has been a friend of the family since I was a baby. Despite not being at all related, I tend to think of him as my uncle. I have many fond childhood memories when he took me and my family on holidays and paid everything for us. Some of the happiest days of my life where spent with Gin and my family. Back when my father was alive, he'd take us out for rides on his boat, sometimes letting me drive, and when you're an excitable 10-year old boy that's probably the most exhilarating thing imaginable. Gin never really had a family of his own, he never married, so he kind of adopted us and almost looks at me as if I was his son, but I suppose I am the closest thing to a son he's ever had, so that's understandable. He is a very wealthy man, coming from a long line wealthy entrepreneurs, he inherited most of his own money from his own father, and he has always looked after my family because we're not so lucky in the financial department, especially after my father took his own life and left us to try and manage without him. As you can imagine, my mother thinks very highly of Gin. We all do.
As it stands, I will inherit his fortune after he passes away, since he considers me to be like an adopted son, so I think it's only fair that I spend the Christmas holidays with him. Besides, I haven't seen him in years and it will be amazing getting to relive old memories.
"Hey Gin!" I smile as I return the enthuastic hug. He smells heavily of tobacco, but I don't care, it's just so nice to see him again that I think I can definitely put up with his 40 a day habit. He nearly crushes me in his arms as he's almost 6 foot high and built like a tank. However, he started balding at a young age and he's not exactly the most attractive man you'll ever meet. His nose is quite crooked and bent over at the tip, caused by a thankfully not too serious road accident in his youth where he managed to break it. But from what I know, he's a good man and that's all that matters.
"I see you've met Sasuke already," he laughs slightly as he lets me go from his vice-like grip. I swear that man doesn't know his own strength.
"Is he the boy who answered the door?" I ask just as soon as I catch my breath.
"Yes, that's him. Beautiful isn't he? Quite a treasure."
"Is he your boyfriend?" I ask, desperate to find out for sure what was going on. Perhaps the boy is dating him, but I can't imagine it would be for his looks or dashing personality. I suppose the kid must just be leeching of his fortune or something. Gin is a kind man and I hope that rude boy I met earlier isn't taking advantage of that.
"Boyfriend? No, no, I like to think of him as more of a pet," Gin laughs, suddenly quite desperate to change the subject. "So, tell me, how is your mother? I haven't seen her in just about as long as you, nor have I spoken to her on the phone lately."
"Oh, she's fine…" I reply, but it isn't long before that beautiful, but very rude boy enters the room again, and still staring at the ground asks Gin if he wants anything. Strangely enough, the tone of the boy's voice appears to sound quite nervous, giving me the impression that he's not very comfortable being here. He doesn't sound as confident as he did earlier.
"Go get us some tea, and hurry up!" he shouts at the boy. Before I can get a chance to say, 'no thanks, I don't drink tea,' he has shot out of the door and I hear his footsteps once again, this time running down the hall. Why is that kid so damn jumpy, and why did Gin yell at him? There is something not quite right going on here and I'm determined to find out what, so I decide to pry a little deeper.
"Does Sasuke live here?" I ask, hoping to find out a bit more about the seemingly nervous boy.
"Erm, yeah. He has a room upstairs."
"If you don't mind me asking, why is he here? Shouldn't he be at school or something?"
"Well, it's the holidays and he needed a place to stay. You know how it is, difficult kid, parents kicked him out," Gin states quickly. "You know what we should do tonight? We should have a party in your honour! I'll invite a load of my friends around and we can celebrate you being the heir to my fortune. I'll start making arrangements."
"Sounds fun," I smile in response, momentarily forgetting about the boy.
Just as I expected, Gin pulled no stops with the party. His massive house was almost packed downstairs as he has a hell of a lot of friends, friends who seem to enjoy getting drunk just as much as he does. Excusing myself from a bunch of his tipsy mates, I head upstairs, desperate for a pee. After five pints it becomes difficult to hold it in.
I quickly pull up the zip of my jeans once I've finished and look forward to getting back to the party. Frank has some seriously cool friends, even though they're quite a bit older than me.
"No! Please!" I hear a familiar voice coming from one of the rooms along the hall. It sounds panicked and afraid.
"Stop!" the panicked voice cries once again.
"Shut up whore!" Another, gruff sounding voice sounds over the top and suddenly I hear a smacking sound, like someone has been hit.
Alarmed, I run straight towards the room where I heard all the commotion and what I see causes me to stop dead in my tracks. Four men have Sasuke pinned to the bed. He's struggling and crying but they won't let him go. My eyes open wide with shock, what should I do? They have his trousers pulled off and without warning, one of them moves towards him and begins kissing his neck. He tries hard to push the man away, but he's pinned down tightly, rendering him pretty much helpless. He's such a small, delicate little thing that he doesn't stand a chance again these four large men. Tears stream down his cheeks as he begs the man to stop, his eyes tightly shut and his fists clenched.
The man on stop of him spits into his lands, using it to lubricate his erection before abruptly pushing roughly into him with a huge force, causing the frightened boy to cry out loudly from a mixture of pain and shock.
"Shut up whore! Do what you're fucking here for!" the man yells and strikes the boy across the face again. He thrusts mercilessly into him, ignoring his cries of pain and the fact he's begging the much larger man to stop. The bastard didn't even bother to prepare the boy, or use proper lubricant. I cringe at the thought. I'm so shocked that I'm frozen to the spot. I want to help him but I don't know what to do. Should I run and tell Gin what's happening so he can come upstairs and stop it, or do I intervene with the situation myself?
"Lift your legs and take it the whole way in or this will take longer," the man yells, still thrusting deep and hard into the terrified boy. Sasuke is panicking, but the other men around him just seem to be laughing, as if this sort of abuse is hilarious to them or something. They continue to laugh amongst themselves and ignore his desperate cries.
With one last, hard thrust the man seems to reach climax and cum inside the boy. He pulls out, leaving Sasuke frozen from fear, trembling and sobbing quietly, his eyes still firmly clenched shut.
"Get out of the way and let the rest of us have our fun with the pretty little whore," another man laughs and pushes his friend out of the way.
It's almost like the boy has given up now and is accepting what is being done to him as he's stopped struggling. The next man climbs on top of him. I've got to stop this! Forcing myself out of my shocked state, I attempt to run towards the frightened boy, but before I get near the room, I feel a hand place itself against my shoulder that immediately causes me to spin around. It's Gin! Thank goodness! He'll put an end to this and throw those disgusting bastards outside on their asses.
"Ah Kakashi! Are you coming in to join the fun with us?" Gin laughs, pointing in the direction of Sasuke.
The colour instantly drains from my face. No! There's no way Gin would let this happen! He's a good person, he can't allow this!
"THE FUN?" I yell. "Raping a terrified boy! How the hell is that fun? What is happening Gin, why are you letting them hurt him like that?"
"Jeez Kakashi… don't look so shocked. Sasuke is a prostitute. He stays here in return for sexual favours. It's either that or he freezes or starves to death on the streets. It's not like this is his first time or anything, he always puts up a bit of a struggle to begin with, but he's happy here. I look after him well."
Gin puts an arm around me, attempting to guide me away from the room. He's so strong that I have no choice but to follow him.
"They are hurting him Gin!" I cry, struggling to break free from his vice like grip. "Please make them stop."
"Relax Kakashi, Sasuke is just a whiney, spoilt, worthless little piece of shit at times. Ignore him and let's go back to the party. He's just sulking because we normally drug him first, but we seem to have run out of supplies. Now ignore him and let's be off!"
"How the hell can I ignore him? He's…. he's…"
"HE'S FINE!" Gin raises his voice in annoyance that I won't drop the subject. "Come on, there's a full bottle of Jack downstairs with your name on it."
He half-drags, half-carries me in the direction of the staircase, but the boy's loud screams of pain coming from that room once again snaps me back into focus.
"GIN!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "Get them off him! I don't like what they're doing to him! Stop it! Please!" He can see clearly the tears starting to fill my eyes. He lets out a loud, defeated and somewhat irritated sigh.
"I'm disappointed with you tonight Kakashi," he looks down at me with a disapproving look in his eyes, before heading back towards Sasuke's room.
"Alright guys, fun is over! Get off him and come downstairs. The whore has had enough," he yells, pointing to the staircase. A mixture of disappointed and angry groans come from the room, but eventually the four men leave and follow Gin downstairs, but not before each one flashes a series of dirty looks at me.
Gin glares at me in disgust as he walk past, heading back towards the party. Right now I don't care. Usually I'd go out of my way to please Gin and the very thought of him being disappointed with me would be enough to tear my heart in two, but what he was allowing to happen was just wrong. I mean, I couldn't turn a blind eye to it, I just couldn't. I better go and see if that poor boy is alright.
Peering into his room, I can see that he's curled his body up into a tight ball and he's sobbing into his pillow. He still has no trousers on and what's left of his clothing has been ripped. What worries me more is that there is blood all down his thighs, staining the white bed sheets he's lying on. Those cruel bastards must have torn him pretty badly. How could Gin say he was 'fine'? He's not fine, rather he's lying there in pain crying his little heart out into his pillow. I cautiously walk towards him and gently place my hand on his shoulder. He jumps and spins around to face me.
"Are you alright?" I ask him, stupid question I know.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screams, taking me by surprise. I immediately jump back and remove my hand from his shoulder. "I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT AND I'M SICK OF IT! GO AWAY!"
His eyes are red and swollen from crying and a thin line of blood trickles from his nose.
"Look, Sasuke, you have me all wrong. I'm not going to hurt you… I'm…"
"GO AWAY!" he yells once again, his voice crackling slightly from the volume. The sound rings in my ears. This boy can be extremely loud when the notion takes him.
"I'm no fucking prostitute! I don't get a say in the matter!" he cries.
"What?" my jaw almost hits the floor.
"SASUKE! THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO MY QUESTS!" Gin's angry voice causes both me and the boy to jump in fright. Sasuke's eyes quickly fill with terror.
"Go downstairs Kakashi," he demands.
"But… but why?"
"I SAID GO DOWNSTAIRS! I need to discuss the topic of manners with our pretty little friend here."
"What are you going to do to him?" I gasp, my heart slamming against the inside of my chest.
"KAKASHI! DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" Gin screams, his face almost turning red from the effort. I've never seen this side of Gin before, but then again, I've never seen him drunk. He never used to drink before, what's going on here?
"Look, I'm not going to hurt him Kakashi, we just need to have a little chat about a few minor issues that's all. Now please go downstairs and join the party. I will be down in a few minutes," he smiles through gritted teeth.
I don't believe for one minute that he isn't going to hurt Sasuke, but for some reason I find myself leaving the room, shutting the door and heading back downstairs, despite the boy's terrified eyes begging me not to leave him alone with that man.
Sitting down on a sofa, I take a straight swig of the Jack Daniels from the bottle Gin told me about earlier. It tastes bitter as I swallow it, but I need to block a lot of thoughts from my mind right now. Gin wouldn't really hurt Sasuke, would he? After all, Gin is a good person.
End of chapter one
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first part of my new story. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue with this fic, or if it is destined to rot in a dark, mouldy corner of the archives for all eternity. But if you want me to continue, I promise plenty of drama, suspense, angst and a dark secret about a certain person or persons which will come to light soon enough. I even promise to finish it! :D
Laura xx