Snow in the Desert
Sorry for the long hiatus. It's unforgivable. That's all I have to say.
(AU wherein Rasa lives)
WARNING: This work of fan fiction contains the following; sandcest, yaoi, mentions of rape, anorexia, slurs, swearing, mpreg, self harm, an suicide attempt, under aged relationship, takes place in an alternate universe while sticking to the canon setting, and some characters being OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto franchise. If I did it would be available on adult film sites near you.
Chapter one: Sandstorm
Kankuro and Temari were fighting. This was nothing new. The spark that created the raging inferno between the siblings was forgotten long ago, insignificant in comparison to the flames that were blazing between the two right now. Today's round of confrontation between the two had started with Kankuro taking Temari's fan and hitting her on the ass with it while she was talking to their younger brother, and not being one to take that treatment lying down, she promptly seized the fan from her brother and proceeded to beat the crap out of him with it, which lead to Kankuro's strategic retreat into their father's office. After all, there was no greater hiding place than behind the Kazekage.
"Get back here you pussy!" She yells as Rasa pinches the bridge of his nose, an angry teenager in front of him and another one hidden behind him. He would much prefer to be on a battlefield. "So you can beat me with your fan some more? No thanks. I strategically retreated to neutral territory." He says, peeking his head out from behind his father and sticks his tongue out. "You hit me in the ass with my fan. I'm entitled to engage the enemy if I'm attacked first."
What followed was a recap of the previous several days worth of events that would have been entertaining for the Kazekage were he not stuck trying to work between two arguing meat heads. It went something like this:
"Attacked first my ass! You put ink in my war paint!"
"You did that to yourself dumb ass!"
"Don't try to make a fool of me. You did that to get back at me for telling dad about switching the poison gas in my puppets with paper bombs!"
"Well I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't told me that food pills are high in fat."
"Well they are. And you hit me for it."
"You punched me in the face and pulled my hair."
"Because you left a bag of flaming shit outside my workshop in the basement. It lit the door on fire and that's just nasty."
"Not as nasty as your mind." She says.
"What's your deal? If you got a problem with me than say it."
"Your disgusting. What kinda man likes other men?"
By this point Rasa had enough of their childish banter and hits them both in the ass with a hand made of gold dust. "Both of you. To your rooms." He says, eyes twitching, now permanently rimmed in black like their younger brothers due to stress. Temari obediently spins on her heels toward the door and walks out, heading to her room to polish her fan while she waited to be let out. Kankuro lags behind a little though, wanting to have a word with his father. "I said to go to your room Kankuro." He says sternly. "Dad... Is what she said true... Am I disgusting?" Asks the 17 year old, looking down at his feet, and the Kazekage sighs audibly. "I try not to show my disdain because your my son, but I find the concept and practice of fornication between two men to be... Well... Disgusting, and that part of you I wish would change." He says. Kankuro thinks about it for a moment and nods. "I see. So you can't respect a part of my identity and wish I would change. That means you don't love me the way I am... Okay. Well I'll just go now." He says and turns to the door and heads to his room and tries to scrub the ink off his face in the adjoined bathroom.
After a few minutes, Rasa goes to talk to his daughter and grounds her for a month for using things that could cause serious bodily harm and property damage in a pointless squabble with her brother. As their going over the terms and stipulations of her punishment Kankuro manages to remove the ink from his face and takes off his puppeteer robes, exchanging them for casual black pants and a short sleeved purple tunic with a black sash like the white one Gaara used to wear. He never wore short sleeves any more and just sits back on his bed, gazing at his puppets. With the poison in those blades, it could be over quickly. He could leave behind the un accepting attitude of his family and the scorn of a village that cared nothing about how hard he worked to keep them safe. The emptiness would quickly be gone. The hate surrounding him like a never ending sand storm would finally leave his mind and he could have peace.
He looks down at his already sliced up arms and over at Crow. He had found himself thinking of this more and more lately, thinking about weather or not he truly wanted it. And he decides that he does. His younger brother had always been distant, and Temari and his dad were showing nothing but contempt for him. The villagers that didn't entirely ignore him hated him too. His mother was gone, and he didn't know when the last time he was hugged was. He lived in a house with three other people, surrounded by a village, and yet here he was alone. That made up his mind on the matter. Today he would follow through.
He gets up and locks his door, making sure it was latched and walks over to his long time companion and smiles at him sadly. "It's been nice knowing you Crow. You too Black Ant, Salamander." He says, patting them all on the head before removing one of Crows fingers, which could be used as the handles of a knife. Purple poison dripped from the blade of the knife and he makes a few practice cuts, some poison leaching into his wrist each time before cutting deeply enough to detach the muscle joining his wrist and hand, making his fingers all but useless. He hadn't heard Rasa knock on the door, and he falls to the ground, blade still in hand. Rasa got the feeling something was really wrong as he heard the noise and uses his gold dust to pick the lock. The first thing he sees is Kankuro lying in the ground in an odd position, and then he sees all the blood, the bladed puppet finger lying in the middle of the small red puddle.
All color that may have been on the Kazekage's face was instantly gone.