Sasuke's New Life (Aizawathebaby and Demon969)
 

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While the ninja world was known for its Five Elemental Nations, there were other small towns/villages that bordered these major Villages. One of which was currently the worst one of the handful of these small Villages. It was a village that was located near the Mountain's Graveyard. To many, it was called the Village of The Dead, but to the people living in it, it was simply the Bone Village. The people there lived in homes made of stone and bone from the remains of the creatures that lie in the Graveyard. The people were mainly farmers and merchants. The Village had a small army comprised of ninjas, but it was mostly made up of Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries who lived in the village. The leader of the village lived and worked in a cave system in the middle of the village, which was located inside the mountain and decorated with littered remains of ancient monsters.

So why was this village the worst? Probably because of their illegal ways of earning money to support the village. Some merchants were drug dealers or slave traders who got their 'product' from the farmers, who in secret, grew potent drugs and kidnapped children or adults. The leader of the village was also allied to several, anarchical and terrorist organizations, who supplied him wealth, as long as he gave them slaves and soldiers. The army also took bounties and would go on campaigns to sack other villages of their wealth, food, and their children and women for slaves.

With this dangerous village amongst all of humankind, it is strictly prohibited to accept any proposition from this village or to give any form of help to this village. Furthermore, because of how dangerous it is in the village, those who go in, are unfortunately unable to come home, as a risk of losing more men in a rescue operation.

Sasuke Uchiha was told-in no uncertain terms-to complete his mission. The Hokage has dangled the carrot of his brother’s possible presence here in his face for months now, and he’d gotten sick of it even before the mission began. So he went to the infamous Village of the Dead, careful to slip his Konoha headband underneath his shirt collar. Shinobi were often targets here. Targets for what, he didn’t know; according to the Hokage, captured nin who vanished in this village never returned, and were often identified solely by their headbands.

No bodies, no traces of any real struggle, just traces of footsteps and whispers in the wind to remember them by. It was his mission to see what happened, where all these people had vanished to and for what purpose, and then report back to the Hokage post-haste. It was a very real possibility that he could be kidnapped, and for him, it was even more dangerous. With no other Uchiha around besides his brother who’s massacred them all, if anyone saw his Sharingan eyes, it’d be like planting a target on his own back that said “kidnap me and harvest my eyes, please” and he did not want that at all.

Sasuke has not been informed of the village’s inner mechanations, the way it pumped out child soldiers and slaves like some women were expected to pump out babies, and if he knew of this he’d have found it very suspicious indeed that he’d never been told of the very real possibility he could be made into some foreign village’s soldier. The last Uchiha walked, tried keeping his head down and keeping an eye out for any sign any of the missing Konoha ninja who’d been sent here were alive, or at the very least present.

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(Finally, someone who is Literate! You have made my day, Sir! Or Madam!

The Leader of this dangerous village, Lao, had just gotten some intel on a possible ninja coming to the Bone Village. Where this intel came from, he didn't know and he didn't care. Lao examined the intel on the ninja and smirked when he saw the name of the 'Last Uchiha'. "Sasuke Uchiha." Lao said to himself in a raspy and gruff voice. There were also medical documents on the boy, such as his allergies, any detrimental health conditions he may have been suffering, and even his own X-rays from past physicals and examinations. he also received personal information on the boy, such as his favorite foods, his current Sharingan level, and his friends.

Lao was what you would call a monster. A Rock Ninja veteran of the Third Shinobi War, he was exiled from Iwa after he was exposed of heinous war crimes that him and his squadron committed on hundreds of innocent people across villages that bordered Iwa and Konoha. His squadron was exiled along with him, and after weeks of traveling, found The Mountain's Graveyard, along with the Bone Village.

At first it was a poor village, with people scrounging for food and fighting over water. Disease was rampant and people were dropping like flies. Some people were too poor to afford a grave, and their rotting bodies were left on the dirt roads, swarming with flies and maggots eating their decaying skin. What Lao saw, was an opportunity. Within weeks, he executed the current leader of the Village, who was hoarding all wealth to himself, gave to the poor, enlisted an army, built defenses, and helped build the village into the ring of atrocities that it was now famous for.

Lao smiled as he leaned back into his chair, before snapping his fingers. Immediately, two soldiers, no older than eight, wearing boiled, leather armor with metal plating with pauldrons made the same, came bumbling in. Both had a look of seriousness plastered on their faces. "Yes, Lord Lao." Both children spoke in unison. Lao had cleared his throat and leaned in.

"B511-ARK and K407-NOD. You two are to alert the farmers on all ends of the village of this man." Lao handed them a printed copy of Sasuke Uchiha's face, which had come with the intel. "You are also to alert The Auctioneer. Tell him that he will hold the auction in one weeks time. Now Go." Lao ordered. The two child soldiers bowed before Shunshining away in a swirl of dust made of grinded bones.

Lao simply chuckled and sat back in his chair, smiling and chuckling. "Thank you so much for bringing that child here, Itachi." Lao said to himself.

(Thank you! It’s sir~.)

Sasuke Uchiha remained very much blissfully unaware that the leader of this village knew exactly who he was, and understood he was here. All he knew was that his traitorous so-called brother was supposed to be here, and if these missing ninja and civilian cases could lead him back to the bastard, then he’d destroy him. Tear him apart with his bare hands, without the need for any kunai or jutsu, rip the bastard-Itachi didn’t deserve to be called his brother anymore, not after massacring their entire clan-to pieces. If he’d known an infamous Iwa nin far past his skill level was the one orchestrating all this, if he’d known that said infamous jounin had a legion of bloodthirsty and loyal civilians at his beck and call, Sasuke wouldn’t have been so brazen about waltzing into the village.

Much unlike Konohagakure, the village wasn’t abuzz with activity. Farmers toiling in fields, other civilians milling about; there was none of that here. No civilians talking in the streets, nothing at all but wary-eyed farmers and wizened old men who probably weren’t of any use to Sasuke anyhow. No sign of his brother, either; nobody he dared talk to had an answer as to where Itachi could possibly be and it was slowly starting to drive the boy mad. How hard could it be to find Itachi, the other Uchiha was very distinct in terms of his appearance and Sharingan eyes weren’t exactly easy to miss! It was enough to make him pull his hair out in frustration! Maybe he ought to go back, tell the Hokage that this so-called mission was all for naught, but he knew doing so would only brand him a traitor like his useless brother.

Sasuke grit his teeth, disappointment and rage in equal measure making his dark eyes narrow. The boy stalked through the Village of the Dead, only scanning the crowds briefly before turning away, dismissing them all as worthless with his usual Uchiha-brand arrogance. If he had known better and if he’d been informed of anything regarding this now infamous village beforehand, Sasuke wouldn’t have let his guard drop at all, wouldn’t have raised his hackles and started scanning crowds with the distinct blazing red and black pinwheels of the Sharingan blazing in his eyes. He assumed-incorrectly-that in the cover of darkness, nobody would see them.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case at all; the farmers he’d dismissed as weak civilians each stepped behind him, and with a hitch in his breathing he realized that they’d been cloaking their chakra that whole time, and one of them knocked him out with a well-placed blow to a pressure point at the back of his neck. Sasuke dropped like a sack of rocks, unable to resist, and they set to work removing that distinctive Konoha headband, using his kunai to draw a deep slash through the front, making sure to get his clothing covered in dust and blood from their own worn hands so it’d look like a real struggle ensued; if they found any trace of Sasuke or his clothing, Konoha would likely have no choice but to identify him as a missing-non. They took the unconscious boy away, bringing him to the person simply called The Auctioneer.

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Lao smiled with pride. Not only did the Uchiha greatly underestimate his power and the civilians who were greatly loyal to him, but he had just captured the so called 'mighty' Uchiha. He had to thank Itachi for orchestrating this. Itachi had came to Lao, asking him for a way to get his brother off of his back. Apparently the arrogant teen had been quite the pain in the keister for Itachi. So Lao devised a plan. He had one of his most trusted men, his second in command, take a photo far away from the two while they were eating lunch, to make it seem like someone had gotten in and found Itachi.

After that, Lao had sent the picture to Konoha, under the alias of Ozaki Kyuuga. Which was actually the name of Lao's father. He almost laughed when Konoha didn't recognize that it was a trap. The village may have been strong, but it was their arrogance which came from their strength that brought them closer to the undefeated beast. And in their arrogance, they brought their best warrior, who was consumed by the beast. Now, all that was left was for the Uchiha to be selected by the Auctioneer.


The Auctioneer was one of Lao's soldiers in his squadron years ago. Shen Taiseki, as he went by his friends, became the main head of running the slavery ring and was the driving force behind it. He knew from the moment he stepped in the fabled Village of The Dead, that it needed some form of commercial business to help it thrive. However, Shen's idea was something not previously thought of. A slavery ring. However this wasn't just any slavery ring, It was more advanced than that. He thought of a more complex and efficient way of getting slaves and selling them to the highest bidder.

He was the one who suggested to the farmers that they learn about pressure points, as well as how to make certain anesthesias that could knock a person out. If that were to fail, then he would enact Phase 2. He provided the citizens with small amounts of hallucinogenic drugs that would inhibit a person long enough to knock them out. If a citizen successfully brought a slave to the Auctioneer, he would pay them at least three pounds of silver. A farmer would only get two pounds however.

When Sasuke Uchiha was brought to him, he first examined his body type. he was muscular, yes, but not enough to perform intense slave labor, or normal salve labor. He then stripped him, to make sure that he had no infections on his skin, which there were none. Then he used a technique he had learned in the war. If someone was to apply medical chakra into someone, and use sensory techniques on that person, they could see the entire nervous, circulatory, and skeletal systems of the body. However, this drained a lot of chakra, and chakra costed time, and time was money. Money that could not be lost. He was able to examine Sasuke for five seconds, and in those five seconds, he saw that Sasuke was perfectly healthy.

Now was the hard part. Selecting him to be a slave or something else. Which The Auctioneer chose him as....A baby. Baby slaves were not uncommon, but there were not a lot. Basically, a baby slave would be trained to be a baby. That includes, wetting and messing diapers, speaking in baby speech, sitting in highchairs, being fed breast milk, formula, and baby food, and wearing humiliating and babyish attire. After that, he told the farmers to place Sasuke in the baby wing of the Slave Training Facility.

The farmers and other trained civilians obediently took the unconscious Uchiha to the baby slave wing of the slave-training facility so he could be prepared for his new life. He was still unconscious and nude, having been examined thoroughly so his designation could be selected by the Auctioneer, so that made the first part of the young Uchiha’s “initiation” far easier than usual. Swiftly, his naked bottom was powered, taped into a large diaper and his body was administered a very heavy dose of a drug that would revert his chakra coils back to those of a newborn infant in spite of his rigorous ninja training back in Konohagakure.

They made sure his bottom fit nicely into the diaper, and when it was determined he fit into it well enough, they also taped two more onto his body to further hinder Sasuke’s movement. They’d already weakened him, but it was best to be safe than sorry. For the baby wing of this place, there were separate designations based upon just how young someone wanted the baby in question to be, and it was determined that Uchiha Sasuke would be treated as a newborn infant, unweaned and pathetically weak without someone to take care of him. By making the boy completely dependent as a slave, they’d increase his value as well. The younger a baby slave, the more pliable they were, the more they could be molded and used by their respective masters once the conditioning took; hence the boy’s rarity.

The civilians increased the dosage of the drug they’d administered Sasuke so that his head flopped down unsteadily, unsupported by his neck. Drool trickled down his chin as the workers lay the baby down in his crib, making sure Sasuke was also wearing a large onesie that would also cover his hands and feet, forcing and bonnet around his head that designated him as a “newborn”, the thick plush material covering his little feet and hands as to render them unusable, his eyes covered up by a blindfold for now. After all, newborns didn’t have very good vision.

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While Lao could not see the new baby, the Auctioneer had sent him a report of what he was reduced to, how much drugs were used in the process, and what he was designated to become. He was a little upset that the boy could not be used as a slave, but he was happy that they had gotten a rarity. This would make the Auction draw more masters and mistresses in. Speaking of Masters and Mistresses. He needed to find a host to introduce the babies. Normally, the Auctioneer would introduce the slaves, and some famous mistress or master would introduce the baby. He looked over the people who he thought could be this month's host.

Itachi? He had already been one at least four other times, and plus he has to take care of his baby slave, who was some red-headed girl from The Grass Village. Danzo? Definitely not. The man leaned more towards regular slaves. Orochimaru? Maybe. Lao didn't know what the man did with the baby slaves he had, and he would rather not know. Something was terribly wrong Orochimaru, and it sickened Lao. Konan? Probably. She was already taking care of a baby slave with Nagato, and the two absolutely loved him. "What was that kid's name...Naruto?" Lao tried to remember, but gave up in the end, but he knew that the kid's name had to be Naruto.

After deciding who to call, he ended up giving Konan a call, who answered immediately. When asked about hosting, she seemed happy and honored. She accepted soon afterwards and hung up. "Perfect. Now we just need to train that kid."


Civilians that entered into the Slave Training facility were given jobs based on their gender. The baby wing was female dominated, while the slave labor wing was male dominated. Each woman was assigned one baby to take care of, and Sasuke's caretaker was someone special. She was none other than his actual mother! Mikoto Uchiha! She did not die on the night of The Uchiha Massacre, but was delivered, amongst a few other selected Uchihas to be inducted into the ranks of The Bone Village. However, their Sharingan eyes were replaced with regular eyes, and currently are being used for genetic experiments. It was soon time for the babies to get their meals, which consisted of pureed meat, fruit, and a bottle of milk laced with laxatives.

Sasuke lay still, unconscious for a few more minutes. When he woke up, his breathing hitched; he couldn’t see! Did they really take his eyes, the very thing he’d been trying so hard to avoid? He tried to move, to confirm this, but his hands felt weak and he couldn’t move his legs without something crinkling noisily. There was thick material between his legs and under his bottom, so thick it made it impossible to walk or sit up even if his muscles hadn’t been weakened.

Drool oozed down his chin. The thick material crinkled again when he tried to move, plush against his bottom, and he felt a set of hands pick him up with one under his bottom. Sasuke tried to speak, to ask where he was, but all that came out was a string of incoherent little noises. The person who picked him up cradled him against their soft chest, and he was going to try escaping when he felt them stroke his hair, when he caught the comforting, familiar smell of her perfume. His mom. This was mom! Frantic to confirm the impossible, he moved his weak hands, gently batting at her face and trying to feel it, making her giggle. “You’re such an active baby.” She crooned into his ear, stroking his hair. He babbled again, trying to say her name, to ask how she survived, and it came out garbled and weak.

Visibly relaxed, Sasuke let her carry him, rocking him to and fro, comforted by his mother’s gentle touch. She eventually put him down in something, locking a tray in place in front of his body so he wouldn’t fall out of the highchair. He tried again to talk, soon realizing every attempt was futile; he couldn’t speak coherently when all his muscles had been weakened so much, probably a way to ensure he didn’t try asking why his mother was here. “Open wide for your din-din.” Sasuke obeyed on impulse, and felt something enter his mouth. A spoon of puréed meat. It wasn’t disgusting, didn’t taste half bad actually. With his body weakened this much he probably couldn’t so much as lift a finger to heed himself or eat normally anyway.

He had no choice, he told himself as he ate the puréed, unidentifiable meat and then was fed a different purée, a fruit purée. It was sweet and Sasuke ate without complaint, blushing when some of it dribbled down his chin. His mother laughed gently, wiping away the mess, “Such a messy little eater.” She cooed, picking him up in her arms and coaxing a rubber nipple into his mouth. Whether he liked this sickly sweet mixture of milk, formula, and what he didn’t know were laxatives and sleeping pills, he’d have to drink it in this position or choke on it(so he told himself, trying to justify the way his mouth contentedly moved over the rubber nipple). When he was done, his mother promptly set him down over her shoulder and pat his back, burping him. He did burp a few minutes after, and felt his eyelids get heavy. Sasuke went slack in his mother’s arms, surrendering, and fell asleep to the rhythm of her gentle rocking, drooling and weakly squirming to get comfortable.