Go Back To Sleep

Artist:

A Perfect Circle

Song:

Pet (original)

Count The Bodies Like Sheep (Remix)

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Beautiful, like anything in this ugly world that had the power to take your breath away and leave you with that glorious feeling. The feeling that left you wanting, yet satisfied. Soft, like silk, tempting and enticing in it's naturally smooth and inviting texture. Precious, his precious person, his thing to protect and covet from the world. To keep in his domain and in his control. Breakable, but indestructible. Imperfect perfection. All these things and more. Sakura Haruno. His Sakura Haruno. He owned her, she belonged to him, she was his and no one else's. His mind twisted and corrupted the thought of having her into a need that only owning her, and keeping her for no one but himself could satisfy. His violent nature, even after his turn around in life, had been so far embedded into his subconscious that he found himself obsessed with the pink haired woman. She was captivating, beautiful, willing and submissive. She would never admit it, but with his touch and persuasion, she would willing let him do whatever he saw fit whenever he wanted. Which in his case, was a lot. He made sure to worship her body and cradle her smaller frame possessively, molding them together in a way she was only to do with him. When they came together he was marking her, leaving his sent all over her magnificent body, claiming her time and time again, leaving no question of who she belonged to. Not that she really knew the extent of his obsessive and possessive ways, but she really didn't need to. She chose to stay with him. Little did she know, that choice would have ended up being against her will if she had rejected him. But in the end, it had been her choice she chose to make, and she chose him. She chose to stay with him, and belong to him, be coveted by him. Although the extent of which this burrowed into his subconscious psyche was not something in her knowledge.

She never knew what went through his mind when she spent the day with her old teammate, he trusted his friend, yes, but his possessive nature forced him to think of what could be. She never knew that he hated men talking to her, he was jealous if she stretched her hand out to help an uninjured comrade. It was her job as a Medical Ninja, but it did not make him any more at ease with the situation. He had learned how to control it though. She was to blind and lost in the moment, when the moment came, to notice the pattern that he had so obviously made. Every time she got too close with another man, he would give her a very good and persuasive reminder of just who it was that she chose herself to divert all of her being to. He reminded her what she was to him, his everything. With her knowingly by his side he could do anything. She was his rock and he bolted her to the ground and held her there, not letting her move away from him.

And now, with her from laying right next to him in the bed they shared, he was as close he could get without being joined with her. That had happened earlier. She had talked with another man for just a little too long, and when they got home, he was pouncing on her, making her feel things that could only be felt with him. She always made sure to give her a need and want that only he could satisfy. And he did just that. Now he lay basking in the afterglow of the activity they would partake in on an ordinary basis. He saw to that. Her small frame clung to him in her dreamy state of slumber and he held her protectively in his arms, cradling her gently, lovingly, just like she wanted, just like he wanted. The air in the room would have been perfect. But something was off.

He could not shake the uneasy feeling that took over his mind when he tried to ignore it. There was soft boom in the far off distance, carried to his ears by the howling winds that roamed the desert, his desert, his element. His senses kicked in and he disentangled himself from her warm body as quickly and gently as possible, careful not to wake her. Pulling on his pants as quickly as possible he swiftly walked over to the window looking down once to expertly buckle his belt. There was a glow in the distance. It looked like the first glimpse of a rising sun, but it was in the opposite direction. Being the Kazekage he knew what they were; torches. And they were coming closer. His men down below were already on the move to see what the noise came from. He had a camp stationed in that direction and they had most likely been attacked. Sakura stirred in her sleep at the noise and absence of the warm body that used to occupy the now empty spot at her side. He quickly went over to her and crawled halfway on the bed and leaned down to stroke her face. She stirred again and he kissed her lightly on her forehead and she relaxed a little. Snuggling deeper into the plush bedding, sighing.

Don't fret precious I'm here,
step away from the window
and go back to sleep

She stirred again in her sleep and began to awake. "G-Gaara?" she asked rubbing her eyes. "What are," she yawned and tried to sit up, holding the blanket to her otherwise naked form. "What you doing up?" she asked tiredly.

"Nothing, nothing. It's fine. I have to go check something and take care of some business" he cupped the side of her face and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. She leaned into his touch and sighed in content. "You go back to sleep" he said. She looked at him with tired, yet defiant eyes.

"I want to come with you though, I'll be fine" she said, trying to sound convincing in her weary state.

He smiled lightly, darkly, thinking of what he would do to those sorry people who dared attack his Shinobi. She took no notice to the sinister thought behind his smile and tried to get up and off the bed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her down beneath him, leaving her yelping in surprise. He held her head between his large hands gently and kissed her, gently. She sighed and kissed him back, their lips moving in a synchronized manner, like so many times before. One of his arms wound it's way around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. Her smaller frame fit to his perfectly, and moaned softly and the more pleasurable contact. His other hand cradled the back of her skull and leaned her down on the pillow, sending his chakra into her body, down her spine, and to her nervous system, relaxing her body and her mind. She gasped and her eyes fluttered closed.

Lay your head down child

I won't let the boogeyman come
Countin' bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

"Sleep Sakura, there are a lot of them, but I wont let anyone hurt you" he said softly to her once again sleeping form. She was his everything, no one was going to touch her, or take her away from him. She was his, and he was hers. They needed no one else when they were alone. But now he had to go and help his people who needed him. He had locked the door earlier that night so they were not to be disturbed and chose to keep it that way. He pulled on an over shirt and moved quickly over to the window. Locking it and jumping out into the city streets, preparing to find the problem, rid everyone of it, and go back to his room and sleep through the rest of the night. Next to his woman, next to his Sakura, next to his life.

People had tried to take her away from him. They tried to tell her that he wasn't good for her, she could do better, she could be with, that man. That traitor, the Uchiha. He had tried to get her for himself, and if it weren't for Gaara's quick thinking and plan, she just mightv'e been tempted to give into her childhood temptation. He had told her that he loved her, he always had. Even though he left her alone, called her a nuisance and weak, and broke her heart he said that he had always loved her. But that he was just too blind to see past his own revenge. He gave her pain, and truth, and choice, and other things she couldn't deal with. Gaara didn't Gaara gave her love, and happiness, power and possessions, a warm bed and someone to bring her pleasure in it. Sasuke had begged her to stay with him, Gaara told her to stay with him. Sasuke gave her the thing Gaara didn't; choices. He knew something Sasuke didn't. Deep down, in the part of Sakura that was rarely ever seen, Sakura didn't like to have a choice in a lot of situations. And he gave her what she wanted, by telling her what to do.

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, (like I do)
Safe from pain, and truth, and choice, and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Gaara rushed over the wall of the city toward the light growing in the distance. His people fallowing like blind sheep to the slaughter. They would do anything he said, just like that, they would give their lives. They were his tools of war. But unlike his father, Gaara made sure to keep his tools alive and well, he made sure they thrived and lived happily when not on duty. He made his people happy. And now, he was going to make these people pay for disturbing the peace he worked so hard for. His mind was clouded this evening. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread from his body at the thought of failing as Kazekage, but he couldn't shake the image of Sakura from his head. She was back at the house, alone for the time being, locked inside, and he hoped safe. She would stay with him, safe.

Just stay with me,
safe and ignorant, go,
back to sleep, go
back to sleep

She was ignorant to the way he saw her. She was right in the fact he loved her. When asked why he would just reply because she was simply herself. She said it was the perfect answer. It was after she had chosen him over the Uchiha which resulted in their first time together. And that one night opened a flood gate in his mind. From that night forward she was his forever.

They approached the camp and found what they didn't want to see. Bodies. Dead, bloody, bodies. With fear written plain on their faces. The attack was an ambush, unexpected and well planned. A few survivors were being talked to by his other men.

"Kazekage-sama! They came out of nowhere. We had no way of knowing!" the man said frantically, blood dripping from his mouth.

The invaders where still in the area, hiding, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Gaara felt the sand beneath his feet, he could feel the heartbeats and breaths of everything around him, he knew where they were.

"Everyone fall back" he said calmly, with a voice full of power and order. His men looked at him in disbelief. "I'll take care of this" he said as he walked forward into the destroyed and burning camp. He could feel the enemy shifting around him, somewhere in the distance.

"B-But Kazekage-sama?" they shouted in distressed, not wanted to leave their leader behind.

Gaara kept looking forward but stopped walking. "Go to the village and keep guard outside the wall. I'll come back when I'm finished here. Go" he ordered and his men nodded and quickly disappeared into the night, heading back for the village to keep it safe.

He was alone, in the burning camp. And he loved it. The attacker came out of nowhere at him from all sides. He stayed in his spot, not moving, not needing to. His sand came automatically and protected him, sending the first barrage of ninja's to the ground their bodies thudding against the sand, and scurrying to get way while another wave of people came at him again. He smiled to himself. No one was around to see him cut loose for once. Theses people had made him leave his precious person alone after what they did, He barely ever did that. They were the cause his people were in distress, the reason his men had died, the reason his love was in their bed, alone and cold without him there. They would pay.

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Countin' bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

His mind churned in the sounds and pleas from those around him. His mind reeling back into his adolescence when he enjoyed such a guilty pleasure of killing without reason. Now he enjoyed it with reason, and with vigor. The people screaming to fall back, trying to escape, trying to live after what they had done to his people. He didn't allow that. He sent his sand after them, made then scream, made them bleed, made them die. The blood was everywhere; on the ground, in his sand, over his own body, coating the dead bodies like a second skin. The bodies of his enemies fell to the ground in sickly thuds, pounding in his ears, like drums. Like war drums. The rhythm of war, the one they had brought upon themselves, the pounding of war, of violence, of death. The rhythm of him, protecting his people and his Sakura, who was still at home, in bed, naked, awaiting his return. Completely unaware of the killing and fear that he was bring upon these very much deserving people. Ignorant. The way he liked her to be in these cases. The thought made him want to get back to her faster. He had to finish up. When the last scream was heard, the last deadly crunch of bones echoed through his land, and the last thud of his war drum sounded, he turned from his valley of the dead, and used his sand to teleport him home. Once inside his home, he quickly got into his living room with a basket of laundry. He changed in a blur and quickly found on of his house keepers who was staying late that night.

"Could you go to the border really quick and tell them that I have returned?" he asked kindly. His housekeepers where good people. And this particular one had a habit of doing his errands when Sakura was busy.

The old woman smiled at him and nodded. "Yes of course Kazekage-sama" she said as she bowed lightly to him. Walking past she opened the door left to tell the news. And like that, he walked up the stairs.

Still aware of how his face and hair was most likely still dripping in blood. Unlocking the door to their room Gaara stepped inside and shut it silently. She was still lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Just like he had left her. Walking over to her he crawled back into bed, stopping shortly only to grab a towel on the floor and quickly whip his face and get as much blood out of his hair as he could. Removing his shirt he laid down and put his arm around her slender shoulders. She snuggled to him in her sleep and he kissed her forehead. She sighed in content and melted into his embrace. She recognized his warm body and strong arms even in her sleep.

Looking down on her he let his mind wander once more, trying to find peace in his sadistic thoughts that took over from the nights prior events.

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one and the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

He was there to protect her, to keep from the world's violence and ugliness as best he could. The demons of the world that swarmed around in everyday life would be vanquished by him. He took away her choice when it came to him. She liked it like that, he liked it like that. There was no reason for her to leave him. He took away the voice of reason in her head. And she knew it too, it was one thing she did know. And she was fine with it. Which only served to feed the fire of his need. He isolated her from the evils of the world. Isolated her from negative things and showed her nothing but good and happiness.

Swayin' to the rhythm of the new world order and
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming
Keep your head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Laying next to her he looked out the window to the village, over the wall, and to the endless sea of sand that was his to command. This was his domain, his element, his land. This was all something he cherished. Me needed, he would be nothing without. But with it, he could do anything, defeat anyone, he could change the world if he put his mind to it. He had the power, he had his loyal villagers, he had his loving companion. He had what he needed. Nothing more, nothing less. His mind started to get fuzzy as his weariness caught up with him. This was his world he lived in. the world were he had his Sakura in his arms every night, his people protected and happy, this was his world order. The one he ruled with a fair hand in his village and an iron fist to outsiders.

His thoughts quickly fell into subconscious and he let it. Knowing full well that his people were safe, and his dear and precious Sakura was sleeping contently at his side. Everything was right in his world. Just like they always should be.

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
I'll hold you and protect you from the other ones,
The evil ones, don't love you son,
Go back to sleep.

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Okay, so I know this was kinda dark and probably a little sadistic in some cases, but its literally like 5:10am and I don't think I'm going to sleep tonight...again. I did it earlier this week too.

This was my first song-fic and I hope I didn't disappoint. T~T"

the song is actually really good. I like it at least. Sorry there was no real GaaSaku "Action" but, I just didn't think it would fit the song that well... and yeah, I really hope my work fit the song!

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