Dirty
Dirty
I don't own Naruto.
A/N: I was experimenting with some different writing styles…which led to the creation of this fic…This is a Gaara and Matsuri one shot, contains violence, rape, and insanity.
I paused to look at the zit on my forehead before pouring more tea into the small glasses organized on the serving tray. I hope it's not too noticeable.
I picked up the tray and carried it to the old coffee table my parents bought in a garage sale, which was now in the middle of the living room.
I was careful this time, last time when I had to entertain guests I spilled the tea all over the place. That earned me the longest lecture of my life!
Oh crap the cookies are still on! I rushed into Kitchen to find a cloud of smoke radiating from my oven. Shit. The cookies were burnt to a crisp but you could still see the faint outline of a gourd. I don't get it…the recipe said 10 to 20 minutes...
I pulled on my 'Spongebob Squarepants' oven mitts I got last Christmas and prayed there'd be at least one survivor in batch. Nope.
Tea works just as fine by itself I guess.
I sat on the couch and waited for my guest of honor. He would be coming any minute now.
In the last two weeks Gaara Sensei and I have been spending more time together, outside of training. Sometimes he invited me to sit through counsel meetings with him and he'd whisper how much he liked me in my ear. No one ever noticed but Chiyo, who'd probably wouldn't remember anyway, being the most senile of the members.
A few days ago he said he wanted to come over to spend the night. Maybe he wants to hold hands or kiss or…
I snapped out of my fantasies when the doorbell rang. God I hope my zit is not noticeable.
She felt her stomach churn as the smell of blood and alcohol radiated off his person. The ear to ear grin on his face filled the room with an eerie silence.
Matsuri took a step back as he leaned forward through the doorway. "What's going on? Why are you—"
She was interrupted by his blood stained lips on hers. Her knees weakened as she tried to pull away. His tongue slithered down her throat, she nearly gagged as a bitter and metallic taste flooded her mouth.
His hands slowly made their way to her thighs. Matsuri winced and bit down on his lip, he bit back forming a trail of blood to run down her neck.
"Give your Sensei what he wants." He growled into her neck.
"Ga—"
A scream fell faint as he pushed into her, not like this…
Matsuri was awoken by the dull buzz of voices around her. She squinted into at he sharp fluorescent lighting of the hospital.
"Your okay." A voice said.
Gaara?
She stood up and stared at the blonde who was insuring her safety.
"I know, we all thought he was a changed man. It turns out he's become worse than ever." Another voice said.
What…sensei…
"You should get some rest, the shrink will be here I a bit okay." The blonde said cheerfully.
"Dumbass." The other voice mumbled.
Matsuri looked down at her legs, her fingers running across the bruises.
A/N: I know it kind of jumped from event to event real quickly but...whatever.