Chapter Text
The emergency council chamber sat deep beneath the Hokage Tower, cut into bedrock, its walls hung with portraits of every village leader going back to the First. Kakashi Hatake stood at the head of the table with his visible eye carrying the particular flatness of a man who had not slept in three days. Around him sat the village elders Homura and Koharu alongside representatives from each major clan and the Jonin leaders.
"We cannot execute him," Kakashi’s voice was firm despite his exhaustion. "Sasuke Uchiha fought in the final battle. Without him, Madara would have…"
"The boy is a traitor." Homura's fist came down on the table, the joints of his hand white. "He joined Orochimaru. He murdered shinobi from allied villages. He attacked the Kage Summit and declared open war on this village. The other Kage are demanding justice."
Shikaku Nara drew a slow breath through his nose, fingers pressing together. "The political situation is troublesome. The Raikage has been particularly vocal about Sasuke's attack on his brother. If we're seen protecting an Uchiha again…"
"We’re not protecting him," Kakashi interrupted. "I’m proposing House arrest. Supervised rehabilitation.."
"Supervised by whom?" Koharu's voice cut across the room without raising. "Who in this village holds enough power to take responsibility for an Alpha of his caliber? Who does he actually listen to?"
The silence that followed was the kind where everyone present knew the answer and no one wanted to be the one to say it.
"Naruto Uzumaki." Homura let the name settle. "The hero of the war. The one person Sasuke has ever shown loyalty to. If we frame this correctly, as a reward to Naruto, a spoil of war if you will, the other nations will accept it as an appropriate tribute to the one who saved us all."
"Naruto would never agree to 'owning' someone," Kakashi said. "Their bond isn’t…"
"Which is precisely why we must ensure Sasuke poses no threat," Homura continued smoothly. "The boy is an Alpha. Proud, powerful, volatile. His secondary gender makes him a liability. But if we were to... adjust that aspect of his biology..."
The room erupted in shocked murmurs. Shikaku leaned forward, his expression darkening. "You're suggesting bitching? That procedure is forbidden for a reason, Homura. It's a violation of …"
"Of what? His rights?" Homura's laugh was bitter. "He forfeited those when he became a missing-nin. This is mercy. The alternative is execution, and I assure you, the Raikage would be happy to carry out the sentence himself. This is mercy"
"It's not mercy," Kakashi said. "It's torture dressed in medical language."
"The procedure has a documented history going back to the warring clans era," Koharu said. Her voice was even, the tone of someone reciting from a textbook. "Alpha-to-Omega conversion. It rewrites the secondary gender at the biological level—instincts, pheromones, chakra pathway orientation. The process is unpleasant, yes. But the outcome is a young man who is no longer a threat to Uzumaki-san, to this village, or to international stability. A compliant Omega under house arrest is a very different political problem than a volatile Alpha."
The weight of it pressed down differently than most decisions. Kakashi had learned to recognize the shape of choices that had no good side; only a worse one and a slightly less worse one.
"If we do this," he said finally, "Sasuke must consent. I won't authorize the procedure unless he agrees to it himself."
Homura smiled, thin and certain. "I'm sure he'll make the right choice."
***
Day 347 of imprisonment
The detention centres underground levels were kept at a temperature that made the air feel thick. Water condensed on the seal-carved walls.
The straightjacket had stopped bothering him some time ago. The blindfold was worse; it wasn't about sight deprivation so much as the kekkei-genkai, the seals woven into the fabric specifically designed to suppress it before it could form. He could feel his chakra pressing against the suppression array like a hand against glass.
He knew what was coming. He'd known from the moment he told Naruto he had won after the final battle.
The guilt was its own kind of company. Itachi's face. Karin's, the last time he'd looked at her. Jugo, Suigetsu, the way they'd followed him off a cliff because he'd asked them to.
The door opened. He didn't move.
"Uchiha Sasuke." Homura visited three times before, each one a different variation of the same performance. The elder's Alpha scent preceded him. "I trust your accommodations have been adequate."
Sasuke said nothing.
"The council has reached its decision. Your crimes are extensive. Desertion. Alliance with Orochimaru. Attacks on the Kage Summit. Conspiracy against Konoha. Attempted assassination of the Raikage and the kidnapping attempt of the eight tails jinchuriki. The list continues at some length. By any reasonable measure, you should be executed."
He'd prepared for this. Death would be a relief, really. An end to the guilt, the isolation, the constant weight of his failures. He'd faced death before; he could face it again.
"However," Homura said.
Sasuke's shoulders went rigid.
"The council has decided on an alternative. You will live, Uchiha. But not as you are."
"What does that mean."
"You are familiar," Homura said, settling into the lecturing cadence he favored, "with secondary gender dynamics. The designations that shape clan hierarchies, battle formations, bonding law."
Sasuke waited.
"The problem with an Alpha of your caliber is that suppression seals address your chakra. They don't touch your instincts. Even under house arrest, you would remain territorial, resistant to authority, capable of violence in ways that can't be fully controlled. The council has decided that the most permanent solution is to address your secondary gender directly."
Silence.
“We will be performing a bitching procedure," Homura continued. "Alpha-to-Omega conversion. It will alter your biology at the cellular level. Your scent, your instincts, your chakra pathways. What you are, fundamentally, will change."
The word sat in the air between them. Bitching. He'd heard it the way you hear most forbidden things. It was a technique, developed centuries ago during the warring clans period as a punishment for captured Alpha warriors. The process was supposed to be excruciating, a rewriting of one's very essence.
Omegas were everything his training had taught him to consider weakness. Submissive. Driven by heat cycles. Designed, at the instinctive level, to yield. The thought made his stomach turn over.
"That's inhumane," his voice came out steadier than he expected.
"It's merciful," Homura corrected. "The alternative is execution. And I assure you, the Raikage has volunteered to carry out the sentence personally. He's quite creative when it comes to vengeance."
Sasuke's mind raced. This couldn't be real. Kakashi wouldn't allow this. Naruto wouldn't.
"Of course, if you prefer death, we can arrange that," Homura said smoothly. "The choice is yours. A quick execution, or transformation and a chance at life under the care of Uzumaki Naruto."
"Naruto?" The name escaped before Sasuke could stop it.
"Indeed. As a reward for his heroism, for his role in ending the war, the council has decided to grant him a spoil of war … you. Once the procedure is complete and you've recovered, you'll be released into his custody for eighteen months of supervised house arrest. If you behave, if you prove yourself reformed, you may eventually regain some measure of freedom."
It was a trap built specifically for him. Refuse and he dies, and Naruto spends the rest of his life carrying it. Accept and he'd be alive. He could see Naruto again. He could try, in whatever broken capacity was left of him, to account for some fraction of what he owed.
"I need time."
"Five minutes," Homura said. "After that, I'll assume you've chosen execution."
In the dark, he thought of Itachi. The lengths he had gone to so that Sasuke could simply continue existing. Whether or not he deserved it.
"There is also the matter of your arm," Homura added, as if it had just occurred to him. "Tsunade-sama has prepared a prosthetic. Consider it part of the arrangement. After all Naruto would not want a broken toy"
The way he said the word toy made Sasuke’s stomach churn. He stayed silent for another moment. The memory of his brother's last words echoed in his mind: "You don't have to forgive me. No matter what you decide from here on out, I will always love you."
Itachi had wanted him to find his own path. Maybe this horrific, degrading path was the only one left.
"I'll do it," Sasuke said.
Sasuke could feel Homura’s satisfaction in the elder's scent, a warm spike of triumph cutting through the usual undertone.
"A wise choice. The procedure will be performed tomorrow. Rest, Uchiha. It will be your last night as an Alpha."
The door closed. Sasuke sat in the dark with his decision and the slow, specific dread of what morning would bring.
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NON-CON SCENE START
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They came before dawn. Sasuke hadn't slept.
When the ANBU removed his blindfold, the dim artificial light of the corridor made him wince. They walked him in silence through passages, deeper into the facility, until they reached a room that smelled of antiseptic.
The wooden horse sat in the middle of the room, fitted with restraints at the wrists, ankles, and torso. He'd seen its like in historical texts on wartime interrogation. He looked at it for a long moment and made himself stop looking.
"Strip," an ANBU ordered.
His movements were stiff from weeks of limited mobility, shoulders aching from the straightjacket's absence. The prison clothes fell to the floor. He'd lost weight during his imprisonment, ribs more prominent than they should be and his muscles slightly atrophied.
They secured him to the structure face-up, limbs spread. The position was deliberately humiliating. Sasuke forced himself to remain calm, to not give them the satisfaction of seeing his fear.
The door opened.
Sakura Haruno walked in, and the sight of her—his teammate, the girl who used to shout his name across training grounds—landed like a fist to the sternum. She'd grown into herself since he'd last seen her: taller, shoulders broader, her Alpha scent stronger than he remembered. Sai followed a step behind her, his face carrying its usual careful blankness.
"Sasuke-kun." Her voice was wrong in a way he couldn't immediately name—too sweet, too hungry.
"I didn't know you were involved," he said.
"The elders requested me specifically. I'm one of the few medical ninja in the village with both the skill and the Alpha status necessary to perform bitching." She moved closer, her hand trailing along the restraints. "Do you know what this procedure requires, Sasuke-kun? It's not just medical ninjutsu. It requires an Alpha's essence, their chakra, their... contribution... to fully transform you."
The implication hit him like a physical blow. His eyes widened. "No. That's not… there has to be another way."
"There isn't." Sakura's smile was predatory. "The bitching process requires an Alpha to dominate you completely, to break down your Alpha nature and rebuild you as an Omega. It's as much physical as it is medical. And I volunteered for this, Sasuke-kun. I've always wanted you. Since we were children. And now... now you'll finally be mine."
Horror flooded through Sasuke. Sakura was insane, her obsession twisted into something dark and sinister.
Sai moved to the table without being asked, uncapping his ink. "I'll apply the sealing array now." He said it without apparent feeling.
The brush strokes were cold and precise. Sai worked methodically across Sasuke's chest, arms, stomach, and legs, building an intricate network of seals that pulsed faintly as each one set. Sasuke watched the ceiling. He felt the array come alive against his skin. A cage drawing itself around him stroke by stroke.
"Placement is complete," Sai said, stepping back. He capped the ink. His expression hadn't changed, but he didn't move to the door. He stood where he was, watching.
Sakura's hands lit with green medical chakra.
"The first stage targets your scent glands," she said. "This will be painful."
She pressed her hands to either side of his neck.
The pain was immediate and all-consuming. His back arched against the restraints. He bit down on the sound trying to climb out of his throat. His Sharingan tried to surface and the array crushed it before it could form, the seal-work flaring hot against his skin.
"Stop fighting," Sakura murmured. "It only makes it take longer."
He kept fighting. His Alpha instincts screamed at him to break free, to burn the world down. His scent was changing, the sharp, cold edge of his Alpha pheromones replaced by something sweeter and softer that rose from his skin—jasmine and lemon, unmistakably Omega.
"Stage one is complete." Sakura withdrew her hands. Her breathing had gone slightly shallow. "The deeper restructuring comes next."
She moved her hands lower. This pain was different, less like burning and more like something being disassembled. The biological architecture of what he was, taken apart and rebuilt along foreign blueprints. New instincts clawed at the edges of his mind like unwanted guests: submit, yield, defer to the Alpha. They whispered of heats to come, of desperate need that would leave him begging. He shoved them back with everything he had left.
"He's resisting the integration," Sai observed. He might have been noting the weather. “It’s slowing the procedure."
“Then we’ll just have to force the next stage.” Sakura’s smile was maniacal.
Sai moved to the head of the structure. He grabbed Sasuke’s hair, pulling his head back sharply. "Suck it," he growled, forcing his thick cock past Sasuke's lips. Sasuke gagged around the intrusion, eyes watering as Sai thrust deep, balls slapping against his eyes with stinging force.
Sakura lined herself up from behind and pushed in without mercy. The stretch was agonizing; Sasuke couldn't stop the muffled sound that tore out around Sai's cock. She was thick and relentless, hips rolling as she sank deeper, breath hissing through her teeth.
"Fuck," she breathed against his neck. "You're tight. Perfect. You'll finally be mine."
He retreated as far as he could behind the walls he'd built. He stayed with Naruto's face. The warmth of ramen and sunlight and the specific, stubborn idiocy of a boy who had never once stopped believing in him even when he'd tried to make that impossible.
The jutsu didn't care where his mind was. His body responded in spite of everything, his cock swelling and hardening between his legs, making him feel nauseous. Pre-cum leaked from the tip. They worked him over without needing to coordinate. Sai's thrusts drove him back onto Sakura's cock. Her hips snapping forward shoved him toward Sai's. The sounds filled the room; labored breathing and the slap of skin.
The orgasm the jutsu wrung out of him felt like punishment. His cock twitched and pulsed between Sakura's fingers as she stroked him in time with her thrusts.
Over the hours that followed, Sasuke felt his body betray him further. With each forced climax, his cock shrank, growing smaller and more pathetic. His balls drew inward, shrinking as if fleeing the violation, until a soft, slick opening began to form in their place—vulnerability blooming where strength once was. The changes were irreversible, carved into his cells by the seals and the dominance forced upon him.
After what felt like a lifetime, Sai pulled out of his mouth one last time, covering Sasuke’s face in hot seed. He straightened immediately after, expression unchanged.
Sakura pulled out and stroked herself to completion across his stomach, smearing it over his skin with her palm. Her hand drifted lower, searching, and found the new opening. She probed just enough to send a humiliating shiver through him.
"There it is," she murmured, smiling.
He looked away.
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NON-CON SCENE END
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"Transformation successful," Sakura announced. Her voice carried the particular exhaustion of someone who had put a great deal of effort into something and was satisfied with the results. She looked flushed, her hair loose from where it had been pinned. Her Alpha scent dominated the room.
Homura, who had been in the corner throughout, nodded once. "Haruno-san. Excellent work."
"Clean him up," he said to the ANBU waiting at the door. "Attach the prosthetic and prepare him for release. Uzumaki Naruto will be here this afternoon."
They released the restraints, and Sasuke collapsed off the bench. The ANBU caught him without gentleness and hauled him toward the baths.
The hot water should have been soothing, But instead, the steam carried his own scent back to him. A scent that was now completely wrong and he couldn't escape it because it was coming from his skin. The ANBU were deliberately harsh in their cleaning, scrubbing his skin raw, removing all evidence of what had just happened. Sasuke bore it silently, his mind retreating to that quiet place where the pain couldn't reach him.
Tsunade performed the prosthetic attachment herself. Her hands, when they met his ruined shoulder, were careful in a way that nothing else that morning had been. She worked with a focused fury that had nowhere to go — her jaw set, her chakra precise and angry. She was giving him this arm because he deserved to have it. The distinction between that and what had been done to him clearly cost her something. He didn't thank her. He didn't think she wanted him to.
The arm integrated cleanly. Having two hands again felt strange. It felt like wearing something that belonged to a version of himself that no longer existed.
They dressed him in a yukata. Pale pink, white trim.
He stared at it for a moment before putting it on. Omega colors. The choice was not accidental.
By the time they brought him back for the final briefing, standing was an act of stubbornness. Homura, Koharu, and Sakura were waiting. Sakura's gaze found him the moment he entered and didn't leave him, tracking every movement with a possessiveness that made his new instincts want to roll over and present.
"Uchiha Sasuke," Homura began, his voice taking on a formal register. "You are hereby released from detention into the custody of Uzumaki Naruto. You will be confined to House arrest at his residence for a term of eighteen months. Chakra suppression seals remain active for the duration. Any violation of the stated terms will result in immediate execution. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Sasuke said. His voice was rough from disuse.
Sakura stepped forward. Her hand moved toward his face and he pulled back before he could stop himself and her expression turned dark.
"You'll learn better manners" she said quietly. "I'll visit you often Sasuke-kun. Naruto's home isn't far from mine. We'll have plenty of time together."
"Haruno-san." Homura's voice carried a warning. "Your role in this procedure has been appreciated and noted. But let me be clear: Uchiha Sasuke is released to Uzumaki-san's custody. Not yours. You will maintain appropriate professional distance."
Sakura's chin came up. "The bitching—"
"Does not constitute a claim of ownership," Homura said, with a finality that closed the topic. "The council has made its decision."
She held his gaze for a moment, the Alpha instinct warring openly with the shinobi discipline she'd spent years building. Then she bowed, stiff and precise, and walked out without another word. At the doorway she looked back at Sasuke once, and the look said what her words hadn't.
"Come," the ANBU said. "Uzumaki-san is outside."
***
The sunlight, when they finally emerged above ground, was almost painful after so long in artificial light. Sasuke squinted against it, his new hand rising instinctively to shield his eyes and there standing beside the entrance to the detention facility in his orange jacket stood Naruto Uzumaki.
Sasuke's transformed body reacted before his mind could catch up. His new Omega instincts zeroed in on Naruto's Alpha scent, Bergamot and cedar and something uniquely Naruto and whispered that this was home, he was safe now because the Alpha would protect him.
He hated it with a ferocity that was almost clarifying.
Naruto had gone still, pupils expanding slightly, every line of his body focused in a way that screamed of an Alpha encountering an unmated, distressed Omega. His expression flickered through a dozen different emotions: relief, confusion, anger, desire.
"Dobe," Sasuke said.
"Teme," Naruto replied automatically. His voice was carefully level, but his fists were clenched at his sides. He took a step forward, stopped, and Sasuke could see him physically deciding not to close the remaining distance. "What did they do to you."
The ANBU handed Naruto a scroll without ceremony. "The terms of the Uchiha’s house arrest, Uzumaki-san. He's your responsibility. The Hokage will brief you on specifics."
Naruto took it without looking at it. His eyes didn't leave Sasuke's face. There was fury there and underneath the fury, a protectiveness that made Sasuke's traitorous instincts go quiet and warm.
"Can you walk?" Naruto asked.
"Yes."
"Then let's go. We have a lot to talk about."
They walked through the village at Sasuke's pace, which was slower than he'd like. Naruto matched it without comment. The afternoon was cool, the streets of Konoha carrying the particular sounds of a village rebuilding itself.
Villagers looked at them as they passed. Some with sympathy. Others with quiet satisfaction.
Naruto stayed close. Not touching. But within arm's reach, his scent a constant at Sasuke's shoulder. The new instincts whispered their tiresome chorus: stay close, safe here. Sasuke pushed them away, refusing to give in.
"I didn't know," Naruto said, after they'd put two streets between them and the facility. His voice had gone rough. "When Kakashi-sensei told me you'd be released to my custody, I thought it was…I thought it was just house arrest. A chance to figure out what came next. They didn't tell me what they were planning. I would have…" He cut himself off taking a breath. "I would never have agreed to this, Sasuke. Never."
"I know," Sasuke said. Because he did. The dobe would have fought the entire council and then probably attempted to kidnap him, which would have made everything catastrophically worse. "It was my choice. The alternative was execution."
"That's not a choice."
Naruto stopped walking, turning to face him fully and Sasuke stopped too. Those blue eyes blazed with a righteous anger that hadn't dulled one degree since they were twelve years old. He kept the distance between them,. "That's a hostage situation. Damn it, Sasuke."
Sasuke looked at him.
"We're going to fix this," Naruto said. "I don't know how yet. But we will.
They both knew it wasn't possible. A bitching didn't have an undo button. But Sasuke didn't say that.
"Take me home, Naruto," he said instead. "Please."
The anger didn't leave Naruto's face—Sasuke didn't think it would, not for a long time—but his expression shifted eyes softening.
"Yeah," he said. "Come on, teme. Let's get you somewhere safe."
Behind them, unnoticed, Sakura Haruno watched from a rooftop, her green eyes tracking Sasuke's every movement. Her Alpha instincts screamed at her to claim what was rightfully hers by the right of bitching. But Homura's warning held her back.
For now.
[end chapter ]
[edited. 19.02.26]