AN: hello everyone, this is a compilation of mine and NaruGaaFan's work. I wrote it but she has supplied most of the ideas so YAY FOR HELP!! lol
This story contains graphic material, it will have yaoi, yuri, torture, rape, cursing, pedophilia, and other stuff that could give little kids nightmares!! Muhahahaha!
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"Gaara wait," this had gone too far, he couldn't sit back anymore, he couldn't watch the red head commit one more murder; his seven year old heart couldn't take it alone.
Gaara stopped walking, taking a deep breath he held out his hand and commanded the sand to do as he bid. It swirled around the enemy ninja, swallowing him in a cocoon of death. Gaara forced the sand down the man's throat, his nostrils clogged and Gaara literally felt the man suffocate by the flutters of his chest, the twitches of his body as it died slowly. He couldn't hear the voice of his companion over the squeals of his demon.
Gaara released his sand once the man was dead, allowing the grains to swarm back into the gourd that was too big for him to carry—a bit stayed out, to make the thing hover around behind him. Naruto was dumbfounded, only just realizing how far gone Gaara was and taking a step toward his friend to stop him. Gaara turned to him, only needing to show one glaring eye to stop the blonde in his tracks.
Yellow eyes stared at the blonde, a laughing face creepier than a serious one on the being before him, and Gaara took off. Only it wasn't Gaara at all, it was Shukaku. Naruto sighed, giving chase to the young boy until he got close enough to put a suppresser tag on the red head. The little body dropped like a sac of potatoes and Naruto picked him up, carrying him away from the decimated village and to the place they called home.
Orochimaru looked at Gaara, shaking his head in disappointment, "You lost control again." Gaara let his head fall forward, his bangs covering his eyes and his shame. Naruto tried to speak up but the man held up his hand, "How many times does that make it in just one week?"
"Master, I can explain..."
"Silence Naruto-kun, I wish to hear it from Gaara."
The red head shuffled his feet, "Five..."
"I'm beginning to think you are a lost cause," Orochimaru turned his back as if to walk out of the large room.
"Wait, master, please," Naruto reached out, gently taking the man's hand and Orochimaru smirked down at Naruto—the blonde had that affect on him and most others in the base. "He can learn, he just needs more time, I can teach him more control..."
"Never mind that now, I have someone you should meet," Orochimaru stepped out of the room and led a pretty boy with dark black hair and brooding black eyes into the room. "This is Uchiha Sasuke, my newest pet. Say hello, Sasuke-kun."
"Hey," he waved shyly, staring at the ground and fidgeting.
"His family gave him to me in exchange for some information." Orochimaru put his hands on Sasuke's shoulders, smiling at Naruto and licking his lips with his freakishly long tongue, "Treat him well, Naruto-kun, for you are his sempai and I wish for you and Gaara to teach him the basics of being a ninja and some jutsus that you learned early on." They answered in unison with an affirmative, nodding their heads and straightening their postures instantly. "Naruto-kun, show Sasuke-kun to his room, any that is on the same hall as yours and Gaara's rooms."
Naruto smiled at Sasuke and held out his hand, once again a little boy and no longer a ruthless ninja. Sasuke looked at the hand offered to him and gingerly took it, staring Naruto down even as the blonde led him out of the room at a run. Gaara tried to follow but Orochimaru stopped him, "I need you to do a little chore for me concerning the list."
Gaara was shivering in a tree, crouching to try and conserve as much body heat as he could as snow fell lazily onto his body as his breath hissed out in little clouds of heat. He stared with bright sea foam green eyes at the little girl sleeping peacefully in her bed, her chest rising and falling with deep and even breaths. She was hay blonde, with pale skin, and a lanky body that she wouldn't fill out for a few years.
Why did Orochimaru want her?
Gaara sent out his sand, carefully testing her window to see if it would open. It cracked loudly as it jarred open and Gaara froze, watching the girl as she opened her eyes for a moment, glancing at her window and standing up. Gaara held his breath as she reached the window and tried to close. A clump of his sand was in the way, stopping her movements and the girl gave up. When she was asleep again Gaara took a calming breath and guided his sand, watching it as it slithered into her room, staying close to the ground incase...
The door opened, hall light flooding the room. Gaara froze his sand, hardly breathing as a man with slightly darker blonde hair walked into the room and leaned over the girl, kissing her forehead until she woke up.
"Hey sleeping beauty," Gaara rolled his eyes, wondering how long he was going to have to wait for the girl's father to leave the room.
The girl opened her eyes slowly, blinking like an idiot before she smiled a huge smile, "Daddy!" she cried out happily, "Where have you been?"
"On a long term mission, I'm so sorry," he hugged his daughter close to his body, kissing her hair and holding onto her until a beautiful woman walked into the room and whispered something to the man. "You're right, I can bother her more in the morning," the man smiled again at his only daughter and Gaara mentally laughed at how he would probably never see her again.
When they left Gaara waited an hour for the girl to fall back asleep. He moved his sand again, had it gently cover the girl in a blanket and—repeating over and over in his mind not to kill her—took her from the house, traveling quickly to Orochimaru's base.
"Naruto-kun," Orochimaru was sitting at a desk when the blonde entered the room.
"You wanted to see me?"
"I have a mission for you..." Orochimaru watched as the little boy before him literally changed form, taking on a feline appearance as he prepared to do as bid. His ears elongated, becoming coated by red fire and tipped in orange, his eyes bled into a deep shade of crimson and the pupils turned into vertical slits, his fingers popped as his bones broke and his nails elongated into claws, and finally a single tail of soft red fur—dipped in orange like his ears—sprouted from just above his bottom. Orochimaru has first been worried about Naruto's transformation since the blonde had been manifesting the demon in pure chakra but, with acceptance of the demon, the blonde had been able to incorporate it as part of his being instead of a temporary molding.
"Yes, Master?"
Orochimaru shivered as those words slid off a roughened tongue and between sharpened teeth; such a powerful being, calling him master, it was almost worthy of an orgasm. "There is a pet I want you to fetch, from cloud country, his name is Haku, he can manipulate water and air chakra and create ice from it. He is one I put on the list, bring him back here as soon as you can."
Naruto walked down the street, his blue eyes glancing back and forth between the many buildings there. A man was eyeing him down, a large sword strapped to his back, bandages across his mouth. Naruto stopped walking, squaring his body, opening his coat for more maneuverability. The man smirked—from what Naruto could tell beneath the bandages—and walked off, away from the bridge, the way he had been heading.
Naruto continued forward, taking careful steps on the bridge for fear of slipping on the ice, cursing at the cold. He hated being cold, hated the way it made him feel so alone. He imagined Gaara and Orochimaru—his family—warm and safe at the base: he wanted to get back there as soon as possible, and he refused to go back empty handed.
The boy saw a huddled form shivering on the bridge, a massive amount of chakra emitting from its body. Long dark hair covered a feminine face, and chocolate brown eyes looked up when Naruto sat down next to him.
Naruto smiled brightly, "You look like a girl," he said, in all intents and purposes trying to be friendly. The boy just stared at him, still shaking, "Is your name Haku?" a barely decipherable nod was his answer, "Would you like a coat? I have an extra one, since you do look pretty cold." The boy was scared, cowering away from Naruto in fear when the blonde reached into his own coat. Naruto continued to smile as he pulled out another cloak, wrapping it tightly around the boys shivering body, and hugging him close.
"Who...are you?"
Naruto somehow found a way to stretch his lips farther, "My name is Uzumaki Naruto, I wanna take you somewhere safe, if you will come."
Naruto stiffened, looking up at the man from earlier; he was eyeing the two children down, his imposing body casting an ominous shadow over them. Naruto knew with his training he might be able to take the adult, but that sword could prove problematic.
"I was going to..." the man looked at Naruto, watched as the boy transformed partially into a creature, his ears elongated and became covered in fur, his hands turning into claws, his eyes slitting and bleeding red. The man smirked, "A jinchuuriki, how interesting."
"I'm taking him, not you," possessive tone, barely controlled furry; Naruto was ready for a fight.
The man laughed as he walked away, waving a large hand as he went. Naruto returned to normal, forcing the Kyuubi back into his cage, "Did you know him?" the boy shook his head no, "Well, no harm done, right?" when Haku smiled slightly, Naruto continued happily, "Will you come with me?" Naruto stood, held out his hand to the boy who stood on shaky legs, taking his hand and allowing Naruto to teleport them away.
It wasn't until months later that Orochimaru told his band of soldiers that they were going to make an addition. Haku, Ino, and Sasuke were almost at Naruto and Gaara's level now, and they would soon be used in missions.
This one would be Haku's test.
"There is a boy, named Kiba; he showed an...interesting knack for his clan's bloodline that I wish to study further," Orochimaru placed his hands on Haku's young shoulders, "Would you like to come with me to go retrieve him?"
Haku looked back at Naruto, feeling as though the boy were his master, his savior. Orochimaru had originally not liked it that Naruto had more control over one of his pupils but he had learned to deal with it. "Hai, Orochimaru-sama," Haku smiled at Naruto who smiled back.
Orochimaru hadn't missed Naruto's nod of consent.
Kiba was running through the trees, excitement flooding his brain and making him so happy. He was finally getting a puppy of his own! It wasn't going to be today, it was too late for that, but tomorrow, tomorrow he would be able to start his training with his very own puppy. He just knew they would be the best of friends, forever and a day. No matter that his last one had...
He stopped, hearing his mother calling out to him, telling him to be back soon and to stay close to the house so the elder dogs could still trace him easily. Kiba waved at her before turning around and taking off into the woods. He never listened when he was told to stay close to the house, he has never been caught before so why should he listen now?
The woods were dark, encasing him in shadows, the wind was whispering through the trees carrying the scent of someone close by. He heard singing and his ears pricked up with excitement; he had been right about trailing away from his house.
There was a clearing up ahead; a pretty boy was there, crouching down and picking the flowers while he hummed a pretty tune. Kiba knew most people would think that the little boy was a girl but his nose told him the truth. Kiba was watching closely, trying to understand why this clearing looked so familiar when he suddenly understood.
"Don't pick those!" Kiba cried out without meaning to, launching himself into the clearing and slapping his pretty hand away. The boy stared at him imploringly with chocolate brown eyes, his hand now cradled between his body and his other hand. "I'm sorry, those are poisoness, we plant them whenever one of our own has died..." Kiba reached out and took the boy's hand tenderly, "It's a stupid tradition, I hate it 'cause it hurts." he rubbed the boys hand, bringing it up to his mouth so he could lick the flesh. "Saliva helps…" he was blushing and so was the boy, but they were also smiling little smiles. The redness of the hand started to dissipate and the boy was still smiling a blank smile, as if his head was empty. "My name's Inuzuka Kiba, what's yours?"
"Haku…" he smiled and Kiba blushed again; the boy was very pretty.
"You're the prettiest person I have ever seen," Kiba blurted out, his face turning more scarlet than the triangle tattoos on his cheeks.
Haku smiled and stood up, holding out his hand and beckoning for Kiba to take it; the boy did, standing on shaking legs as he followed the pretty boy far far away from his home and straight into a whole different life that he would never regret.
"And now we get to the most difficult pair," Orochimaru smiled at his little warriors: Naruto and Sasuke were glaring at each other—apparently Sasuke had called Naruto a name and the boy had retaliated with a punch…in short they were fighting and quickly becoming bitter rivals: which could be used to Orochimaru's advantage. Kiba would not stop staring at Haku—the boy was enamored with the other boy and Haku was totally oblivious since his eyes hardly ever left Naruto. Gaara was glaring daggers of death at both Sasuke and Haku intermediately—apparently Gaara didn't like to share his Naruto. And Ino-san was standing there staring at Orochimaru, wondering why she was there—she was young enough not to realize that she probably wasn't going to see her family again, yet old enough that she couldn't be lied to. "Ino, I would like for you and Gaara to go on this mission, find both Hyuuga Hinata and Hyuuga Neji. I will tell you the plan on the way there since we cannot allow that horrid family to fry Neji-kun's brains."
The two nodded their heads in unison, already their conditioning was taking effect and Orochimaru was still surprised that all the Konoha brats seemed to have developed two personalities: one that listened and obeyed precisely like a soldier and another that was their current age.