Bloody Baby
A/N:Gaara fic!!Something i thought last yr but never got around to putting it up...Im lame i !!Its up now so dont hate me!...Anyway hope u the bold is Mcr's-Blood.
Sum:Basically Shakakkus first attempts at 'escaping'
Well they encourage your complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.
The baby giggled as it heard the voice of his playmate in his head. A sweet lullaby, soft and gentle played in the air around them. Sand wrapped around his body like a grimy blanket, hot and warm to his skin. The baby yawned. Reaching up with tiny pale hands at the light above, he watched the lights twirl. Red and blue blocks going in circular motions. He could hear the soft music playing from it, along with Shaky's(1) soft baritone voice.
So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!
Gaara could feel his mind nodding off and eyes shutting closed despite the rushed activity in his head. His exhausted body slowly relaxed and unwind into a sleeping bliss. It was a rare act that the nine month old babe got this much luxury of sleep. It was even rarer that Yashy-kun wasn't with him. A very rare act indeed.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck.
Giggling softly when the raccoon felt Gaara's mind slowly slipping away ,Shakaku gave a silent hoot of joy. The usually low trails of chakra that were his, were becoming stronger. The grains in the desert were beginning to stir. The animals flee, and people freak. It was a natural thing they were feeling.
Fear.
An instinct.
A bond with the rest of the world that showed them that they too could be conquered. That they were not above death. They would pay.
Chuckling darkly Shakaku began to stretch, his sand armor wrapping tighter around the bundle in his arms. He could feel his body pushing out into the nine month olds, his skull pushing against his, his arms stretching and mutating into something horrendous. He could hear the boys legs snap, as they rearranged to fit their new form.
Grinning he felt the crib snap, sending Shakaku and the babe tumbling softly to the ground. Shakaku merely grunted as he landed, hardening the cacoon around the now dozing baby. He didn't want to risk a chance of him waking. He only got a few chances after all. Grunting,he lifted himself on wobbly legs, his tree trunk like feet slowly growing ginormous. He could hear the village scream as his disaster struck. Crushing winding sand, grinding their bones into white grains.
He laughed.
He could hear it all but…it wasn't enough. He wanted to see it too. Grinning wickedly Shakaku blew open the door for his esape, singing all the while as screams filled the air.
I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!
Hope u liked!!^^