Just a short drabble I came up with, partly out of boredom, and also in an effort to rid myself of horrible writer's block. Sigh.
This is definitely the shortest fan fiction I've ever submitted. Oh well. At least it turned out okay. I think.
Disclaimer: What makes you think I own Naruto?
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Sabaku no Gaara, the youngest of the three Sand siblings, child of the Kazekage. A boy feared like no other, except perhaps his fellow Jinchuuriki in Konoha yonder. Of course, he didn't know that.
Raised as a weapon, he was cold, unfeeling, and ruthless. He was the Devil reincarnate; a flawless work of art. And, contaminated by the demon in him, he was spiralling out of control.
He lived for no one, and none lived for him. But he made sure that nobody ever forgot of his existence. Oh yes, he made sure of that all right.
A kill or ten per day should be sufficient, no?
Ah, the sense of fear that paralyses the victims when he performs his killer jutsu…the feel of blood seeping into the moving sand, the hungry sucking of Shukaku sealed within him….
Gaara's bloodshot eyes darted here and there for any hint of life; he was craving for more. He wanted to see the twisted faces of his victims as he crushed them, and the beautiful rain of red that would pepper the sand afterward.
There. His ears caught a startled squeak from somewhere in the middle of the bushes. Without sparing it another thought, he uncorked his gourd, allowed sand to pour out of it, and closed his fist.
The agonised scream that tore through the silent night was music to his ears. Shukaku was yelling for more, more bloodshed. It couldn't get enough of it, and neither could Gaara.
Drops of blood, fresh from his victim, fell on his exposed skin. Gaara stared at them for a moment before wiping them off with a finger, disregarding the red streaks it left on his face and hands.
Giving his bloodied hand a small lick to taste the metallic tang of blood, he recalled his sand and replaced the cork on his gourd. Shukaku nearly went berserk as it shared the taste that lingered in the mouth of its host.
More! More! It ordered, barely able to contain its excitement. Kill….
And like a puppet, Gaara obeyed, scouring the area in search of more blood to spill.
Every time Shukaku expresses his lust, Subaku no Gaara kills.
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Kill….