Twisted [Need Sequel] (On Hold, Sorta)

Twisted 1

Twisted [Sequel to Need]

Chapter 1

            If Sai thought that Konoha House: The Home for Trouble Youths was terrible, he was in for a wake-up call. At Konoha he was allowed his cell phone, his iPod, and even sometimes, pills for his ‘depression’ (to which he actually dealt to patients for a few dollars apiece). When Sai walked into Akatsuki's Well House he found that all the small things that were once allowed, were now strictly forbidden. After the long car ride to a town around a two hour drive away from Konoha, Sai went through a rough pat down. The tall man with gray-ish skin took out Sai cell phone and when Sai said, “That has valuable information on it”, he snapped it in half. The entire collection of precious drug numbers, sex toys, 'business' friends. All of those were now gone because Sai had refused to memorize their numbers.            

            When his iPod was taken into view, its shiny glass screen was smashed underfoot. Every song that took years to collect would never be remembered. Sai wasn’t allowed a computer to check those songs to write them down. He only knew the most listened to by heart.

            The technological world ceased to exist here.

            All those little things that were casually taken for granted were snatched away. 

            Being pushed through a metal detector and seeing a doctor to have a checkup, Sai was finally left to his single bedded room where he would be living alone. The walls were bare and the wooden floor cold. There were thin cotton sheets on the bed along with a single flat pillow. It was the most pathetic room Sai had ever been forced into. And Sai had been in many rooms before.

             Setting his ruffled through suitcase down, Sai realized just how deep in shit he was. His sex toy from Konoha was happily with Sasuke, Sai had no drugs to lose himself on, and his whole body ached from Sasuke's beat down. Sighing, the once long haired boy flopped himself onto his new bed. What was he going to do? He didn't know who was on top here, who controlled whom. This was going to be harder than Sai had figured.

            Deciding to explore the premises of his torture, Sai locked his bedroom door behind him and walked down the precisely white hallway. Only to bash into a tall man. Falling flat on his ass, Sai sighed in frustration. Only he would walk into someone when rounding a corner. One thick and calloused hand appeared in front of his face and Sai grabbed it. The hand was connected to a muscled arm, which was connected to a chest. Which was just so happened to be attached to the sexiest body in the entire universe of fucking. A broad chest, wide shoulders, and a tight shirt met Sai's face as he was pulled to his feet. Finally standing, Sai got a good look at the person who had helped him after he had fallen.

            Well sculpted cheek bones, a straight nose, and cheeks scarred with three blackened burn marks each were apparent on the face. Two red eyes were placed precisely on each side of the nose, slightly glaring, slightly intrigued. A mass of orange tresses were covering the top portion of the head and draped to shield the man's sight. Sai's eyes filled with lust and hunger as he stared. His stomach twisted with greed and his cock began to harden with expectation. Just his luck. Finding himself the perfect replacement for Naruto.

            Before Sai could even register a pick up line, the man said in an angered voice, “Watch it, bitch.” Sai stare of lust transformed into one of complete rage.

            No. One. Calls. Him. A. Bitch. 

            Bad things happened when he was called such a name. Things such as … say? Dying a bloody unexplainable death in the garden three towns away? Or perhaps suicide in the mist of all of your friends? Or an explosion from the inside?

            Shaking himself from his plans of the perfect murder, Sai glared hatefully at the God of a man in front of his face.

            “You watch it, ya slut.” As witty retorts come, this wasn't Sai's best. It was the oldest one in the book. But when facing the perfect sex partner, your brain tends to work a little slower than usual. Well, Sai's does anyhow.

            The orange haired man smirked and walked away. Just as Sai was going to yell a question to the retreating back, it said, “The name's Kyuubi.”

          Walking a few paces backward, Sai recognized the name. Did Naruto say that his brother's name was Kyuubi? They did have an eerie similarity to them. The scars, as one example. Both had three whisker-like scars on their cheeks. Except Kyuubi's seem to be burns not cuts.

            Scratching his head, Sai thought, ‘Well, this will be fun.’