A/N: Okay, so… I know I should work on Cresendo, but… I was watching a special on the Roman Emperors, and they got to my fifth favorite, Nero, (Constantine, Gaius Octavius, Gaius Iuilis{yes I count him as an emperor}, Theodosius, then Nero) and I saw something I never knew about him. This inspired me to imagine a similar story between our favorite Narudom pairing, Gaara and Naruto!!!!!! So… enjoy this story, and the history lessons randomly interjected in it.
Alexei: Um… what's with all the names?
Mikhael: He's decided to bore the readers by telling them something about himself.
Nicholae: Well… at least he considered their curiousity… but… that was pretty boring…
Kratos: Look you three, I'm about to unveil the greatest GaaNaru story of all time (until someone else writes one better, eta, 2 minutes after posting), and all you can do is complain!
Alexei: Aw… I is sowy! –tears up-
Kratos: That's more like it. On with the show! BTW, um… the first part really sets up the story, so… sorry if it seems boring and your all like 'argh! Stupid fairy author, get to teh pron!!!!', but… yeah… please read?
Disclaimer: I, the author of this fan fiction, am not the owner of the copyrighted character found herein. I do not profit in any monetary fashion from this story. It is a complete fabrication, and is a gross misuse of the Naruto characters in many people's opinions.
Warinings: This chapter contains hints of child abuse, molestation, and rape. However, be happy!
Listen to the tale of a land of old,
The glory of peace and wealth untold,
Hear the bards sing of office and power,
And a nation facing its darkest of hours.
The Empire of the Sand was true to its name. It spread across the continents like sand, encompassing all that it touched. From the Imperial Capital at Suna, the Kazekages of the House of Iron Sand ruled the land with an iron fist. The Empire prospered. Even the meekest, poorest peasants were happy. With the passing of the old Kazekage, however, the Empire felt the first tremors of turmoil.
The last Kazekage had three children. The eldest, his daughter Temari, was rightfully the next in line for the throne. However, the Senate refused to allow her ascension unless she married one of the Senators. Temari, outrages at the impudent and cheek power grab move, abdicated her claims to the throne. Thus, the Kazekage's second eldest, his first born son Kankuro, was brought before the Senate for confirmation.
The results were… less than encouraging. Kankuro abdicated before the Senate began debate because of an issue that was undisclosed to the public. This left the youngest son of the former Kazekage as the sole heir. However, the young prince was far from amiable, unlike his siblings. His mother died giving birth to him. As such, his father, the late Kazekage, seldom had anything to do with him. Because of the lack of attention, there were many assassination attempts on him, all of which he mysteriously survived. The multiple attempts severely altered his childhood. The final attempt, in which is mother's brother tried to kill him, resulted in his complete isolation from people, even his own siblings. His mental state was unknown, and he had never been involved with the political movements of the Empire.
This is where our story begins
The Senate was unable to find him. Today was the day the young prince was to be confirmed as the new Kazekage. The senators were searching high and low. He was not in his quarters. He wasn't in the library. He wasn't at any of the art galleries or slave auctions, places he often visited. Finally, the Senators resigned themselves and returned to the capitol. They filed into the chamber commons (A/N: this is like a parlor before the actual chamber).
"What shall we do? What can we do? Without him present, we can't confirm him…" mumbled one elderly Senator.
Another spoke up, "Perhaps we can postpone the confirmation and crowning until he is found?"
"No, we can't do that. There are too many diplomatic issues that need to be resolved. The Hokage from the merchantile empire is demanding an audience with the Kazekage. I fear that we will have to declare the House of Iron Sand at an end, and select a new dynasty," responded an elderly lady.
Another elderly lady, the most prominent of the Senate, spoke up, "Outrageous! How dare you insinuate such a thing. Sheer treason, I tell you!" the first old man to speak gently griped her arm.
"Calm down, Chiyo," he said. Slowly, they filed into the chamber proper, prepared to do whatever it took to preserve the Empire.
The Senatorial Chambers were set up like an audience room. A long red carpet ran through the room, bisecting the oval room into two equal parts. On the left and right sides of the carpet were chairs carved from sandstone and overlaid with various metals. There were five on each side, one for each of the Emperor's ministers. Behind the chairs were the stone stands of the Senate, where the non-minister Senators sat. The throne of the Empire was directly opposite of the door, on a raised dais in an alcove with three windows; one behind the throne and one to each side. It was a magnificent sight. It was carved of pure white marble, and inlaid with silver and gold. The head of the throne bore the sign of the empire. The armrests, seat, and back of the throne were covered with red velvet pads filled with the softest downs in the land. It was a beautiful sight. Several Senators gasped.
Seated on the throne was the young prince. His young, pale, slender form reclined in the throne, his legs slung over the left armrest and his upper body reclining over the right. His head was tilted back and away from the Senators. The windows illuminated the prince's frame. He was decked out in the imperial red, and the imperial laurels rested softly on his head. He slowly turned his head, fixing the Senators with a piercing gaze. His ocean-sky eyes glowed with a bizarre light. Suddenly, the Senators realized they were in trouble. His voice echoed through the chambers, soft yet harsh.
"Ah, at last, my Senate arrives. Imagine my shock when I arrive at sunrise for my confirmation, only to find that my Senate is absent and unable to fulfill the one duty it's actually charged with. Now, I find myself without a Senate, unable to complete my duties as Kazekage, and severely agitated. What possible excuse these miserable relics can offer, I wonder?" he mused entirely to himself. Several Senators panicked over the fact that he was talking to himself.
Chiyo stepped forward, along with the man who had calmed her. "My lord, we have been searching for you since sunrise," she said. The man next to her bowed his head
"Had we but know that you were here… but… no matter, we are here, as are you, and the Senate may complete its task," suggested the old man.
The prince slowly rolled his eyes before finally looking on him with disdain and disinterest. "No matter he says… yes… no matter…" he mumbled to himself. He raised his voice slightly, speaking this time to the Senators. "Do what you must…" he said.
The Senators filed into the chambers. The elderly man and Chiyo took their seats in the two chairs closest to the throne. Several other people filled the chairs, and the rest took to the stands. Chiyo rose.
"As Minister of the Empire for Internal Affairs, I motion that the Senate confirm the prince Gaara of the House of Iron Sand as the new Kazekage, bestowing upon him the reign, imperium, and authority of the Throne of the Empire of Sand, for the entirety of his life, and upon his line for as long as it exists," she said. The man across from her rose.
"I, as Minister of the Empire for Foreign Relations, second the motion," he said. The Senate whispered for a few minutes before a young man with black hair rose.
"I call for a vote," he said over the tumultuous whispers (A/N: lol… oxymoron…), "All in favor of confirming the prince as the new Kazekage, rise." The entire chamber rose.
Chiyo stood and walked to the throne. "As the Minister of Internal Affairs, it is my privilege to announce your ascension to the throne of the Kazekage. All hail Kazekage Gaara!" she said, bowing at the end of her statement. A young senator left the room to announce the confirmation to the city.
Gaara lifted his head and stared at the people in the chamber. He rose and nodded to the door guards. They closed the door. Several Senators rose and objected.
"My Senate is objecting… what to do… what to do… ah yes…" he said. He dropped his head and started to laugh. Guards encircled the chamber.
"I have no use for a Senate that is unable to serve its purpose. Kill them all, except for… you… you… you… you… aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnddddddd… you," he said, pointing to Chiyo, the man across from her, the man that called for the vote, a young brown-haired Senator, and an even younger looking girl. The guards closed in on the Senators.
Screams echoed from the capitol. The citizens of Suna barely noticed. They were enthralled that they finally had a Kazekage.
*******
Three years after the confirmation of Kazekage Gaara, the newly formed Senate was hard at work on new projects. The city was being rebuilt to reflect the art and might of the Empire, not just to serve as a seat of power. The citizens were thrilled with the new Kazekage.
Shortly after his confirmation, Gaara declared war on the Merchantile Empire of Konoha. The result was a treaty that greatly benefited both of the nations. It seemed as if the new Kazekage was an excellent politician after all.
This is where the story truly begins.
*******
Lyres and flutes provided music for the evening. Torches burned , barely lighting the underground area. The air was hot and moist with the breath and sweat of hundreds of bodies. A young red-haired male flitted through the crowd. He laughed giddily. Suddenly, he was jerked to the left. A snarling man with a scared face glared down at him.
"You little fairy… you knocked my drink out of my hand. Look at my tunic! It's ruined," he snarled. The red-head laughed. The scared man snarled again. "Why you little…" he snarled. He reared back and punched the boy. The boy fell down to the ground, barely catching himself with his left arm. The crowd pulled back a little. The boy raised his right hand and wiped some blood from his mouth. He laughed again, his sea-green eyes sparkling happily. The man stared at him in disbelief.
"… he punched me… he made me bleed…" the boy said, looking at his hand. His sharp pink tongue lashed out, lapping up the blood on his hand. The man snarled at him in disbelief.
"Filthy peasant boy… ah… you're a slave, right? How else would such a young… lean… supple boy come to be at one of these parties… yes… you must be a slave…" the man mumbled. He leaned down and pulled the boy up by his toga. The boy held his head back. He laughed, and slowly lifted his head. The man smiled.
"Well well well… you're quite the pretty little slave… how did you get out of your pretty slave collar? No matter… Torrius knows how to throw a party after all… why don't we go to one of these cozy little alcoves and… play a game?" said the man. The boy laughed and nodded.
"Yeah… let's play a game!" he said, laughing strangely. The man smiled.
"My my my… you shouldn't drink so much little boy… how much wine have you had?" asked the man. The red-head smiled and laughed…
"Gaara hasn't had any wine…" he said. The man froze.
"Ah… no… nevermind… it's a common name these days… besides… what would he be doing here?" said the man, mostly to himself. The boy started to walk away from him. He quickly grabbed his shoulder, only to find himself on the ground with a blade at his throat.
"Ack… slave… release me…" he gurgled, trying to prevent his throat from being slit. The boy smiled down at him.
"I've changed my mind. I've found a more… enticing prey to play with. Leave me," he said. He then stood and started to walk away. The scared man snarled and grabbed him. Suddenly, he found himself restrained by two guards.
"Your Majesty, what do you wish us to do with this swine?" asked the one on the left. The red-head smiled.
"Ah… find his will, make him leave everything to the state, and then… ah… there he is…" said the emperor, his gaze falling on a young blond male wearing a white tunic and a red slave collar. The blonde male looked up, making eye contact with the red-head. He gasped and dropped his head before hurrying off to fill noblemen's goblets with wine, occasionally looking at the red-head. Gaara chuckled.
"Bring Torrius' blonde slave to my personal chambers… oh… and kill the one who was touching me…" said Gaara, his eyes sparkiling as he pointed to the blonde. The man gurgled as a sword pierced his stomach. He fell down dead. The blonde gasped again and ran off.
*******
"Ah… Kiba help!" said the blonde male to a brunette with triangle tattoos. The slightly feral-looking male laughed.
"What's wrong Naru? Spill some wine on the table or something?" he asked as he nuzzled the neck of the man whose lap he sat on. The man sighed and pushed him off. Kiba toyed with his collar and dropped his head.
"I'm sorry master, did I displease you?" he asked. The man sighed.
"No little one, but your friend needs help. Go help him, and then we can continue," replied the dark-haired male. Kiba bowed his head and backed away. Once he was a safe distance away, he threw his arm around Naruto's neck and snarled.
"Thanks a lot. That was a special master you just pulled me away from… this had better be good," he said, slightly peeved at the boy. Naruto panicked.
"I… I saw this red-head guy who looked like one of us and the master, and then, he put a knife to the master's throat, then he left him alone… then he looked at me and smiled, and the master was killed by some guards! Kiba… he saw me… he pointed at me… he knows what I look like… Kiba… I'm afraid… what if he kills me?" he said, panicking. Kiba tilted his head to the side.
"Red-head? There aren't any red-head slaves here tonight… what did he look like?" he asked. Naruto groaned.
"Uh… red hair, blue-green eyes, a weird mark over his left eye… um… really dark rings around his eyes… um… and he's wearing a toga like us… Kiba, I don't want to die!" he said panicky.
Kiba paled. "Naruto… this guy… was he young?"
Naruto nodded.
Kiba paled even more, "Naruto… you won't be killed… that was the Emperor… Naruto… if he pointed at you… Naruto… I don't know how to tell you this… but he often takes young male slaves to his private chambers for… well… the ones that leave the palace don't talk about what he does to them… but they all have this ring… he took Shikamaru a while ago. I asked him what happened when he came back, but he wouldn't say. He cried a little and then… that was it… he's been different ever since… and Master Torrius has even treated him differently… Naruto… if he takes you to the palace… he's probably going to… use you for his pleasure…" Kiba said, looking sympathetically at him. Naruto blushed and then paled.
"B-but… I'm not a bedslave… I'm a servant… Kiba… I can't do that! He's a guy… Kiba… it's bad enough that I have to put up with the masters advances… but… wait! My collar is a servant collar… he can't do that… right?" he asked desperately.
Kiba shook his head sadly, "Naru… he's the emperor… he can do whatever he wants…"
Naruto panicked and gripped Kiba's arms, "You've got to help me… hide me… I don't want to do… that… with him… I want my first time to be special… and with a girl… Kiba… I'm not gay… I… I…" he said, shaking him.
Kiba stopped him, "Naru… it doesn't matter… look, if he does take you to the palace… just relax. It will hurt, and it will hurt a lot. But if you relax, and just accept it, then the pain will go away and you'll like the feeling. But if you fight him… he might not prepare you… he might not be gentle… just relax and accept it… I'm sorry, but I can't help you past that…" he said, "But… here, have some wine. It will at least calm you down."
He carefully poured a goblet of wine for the blonde and led him to an alcove. The two sat down, and Naruto swiftly drained the goblet. Kiba pour him another cup, "Slow down, Naruto. Don't drink it so fast. Besides… if he was going to take you, he'd probably have already done it… so… calm down."
Naruto sipped slowly at the second goblet. A young female slave slid next to Kiba and whispered in his ear. Kiba smiled and stood up. "Sorry Naru, but I've got to work. Drink that slowly, and then try to get back to work. Take it easy," he said. He walked away. Naruto followed his movements with his eyes, smiling when he saw Kiba return to the master he was with before Naruto pulled him away.
"Maybe this master will buy him and make him happy... Master Torrius is getting old, and he's going to have to sell us all sooner or later," Naruto mused aloud. Suddenly, he became aware of another's presence in the alcove. He looked up from the rich red wine and into cool ocean blue depths.
"Hello there, little one," said the male. Naruto panicked. It was him! No… he didn't want to die… or worse…
He tried to stand up, but two armored guards blocked his path. The ocean-eyed male smiled at him, "Relax. Theos, take him to my quarters. Keep him comfortable and make sure he doesn't leave. We wouldn't want him getting lost or hurt, now, would we?" said the stranger. Naruto struggled, but one of the guards covered his mouth with a smelly cloth. The world started to get blurry. He whimpered and went limp. The last thing he was aware of was the red-head picking up his goblet, sipping it and saying, "Ah… even the wine tastes sweeter when your lips have graced it…" Then the world went black.
*******
Gaara chuckled. He stood and walked to the table where his brother sat. His brother, who was currently nuzzling the reason why he wasn't Kazekage instead of Gaara.
"Kankuro, I'm going back now," he said. The dark-haired male sighed and pushed the slave off of his lap.
"Down Kiba," he said to the slave, "Look, Gaara, apparently, Kiba knows this one, so… please be gentle with him? Be nice. Otherwise, I'd have to put up with this grumpy guy," he said to Gaara, motioning to the brunette with tattooed cheeks. Gaara smiled, a slightly deranged look flashing over his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, as he turned to leave.
"I tried, at least," Kankuro sighed and went to pull Kiba back onto his lap. The slave, however, had different plans.
"Y-you're the Emperor's brother?" he asked, slightly afraid.
Kankuro smiled and nodded, "Yeah… I can't believe I haven't told you... oh well…"
Kiba backed away slowly, "But… we've… for three years… if you're… then I… but… that means that I was… why?" he asked.
Kankuro chuckled softly and grabbed Kiba's hand, pulling him back into his lap, "Yeah, but I never wanted to be a leader. Now… I have some excellent news little one… Torrius has agreed to let you go. You're mine now…" he said, chuckling darkly as he leaned down to nibble at Kiba's neck. Kiba squirmed and struggled momentarily before the words set in.
"Ah… you mean… oh… Master… that feels good… I can go home with you?" he said. Kankuro nodded against his neck.
"What say you to us getting out of here and… celebrating?" he whispered the last part against his neck. Kiba blushed lightly and nodded. Kankuro stood and led him out by his hand. Once outside, he clipped a thin string onto the younger brunette's collar.
"Coming boy?" he asked playfully. Kiba whimpered.
"A-almost, Master…" he whispered softly to him. Kankuro smiled and led him away.
*******
Naruto regained his consciousness lost in a sea of fluff. Pads and cushions adorned his entire surroundings. He managed to sit up, and saw that he was on a mountain of pillows. He groaned softly.
"Where… am… I?" he asked softly to the empty room. It was a nice room. There were plants all over the place – a rarity, even in the desert paradise of Suna – and silk drapes in varying shades of crimson hanging from the wall. A large bed sat off to one side, decked out with red and black sheets, curtains, and cushions. However… it looked strangely unused. The room was made of a rich mixture of marble floors and pillars and dark wooden walls. The bed and cushion pile were in an area set off from the main part of the room by three steps, causing the sleeping area to be lower the the rest of the room. The upper area had a table with several chairs, a small table with a shoji board and a chess board, a dresser and wardrobe, and a cabinet. It was a rich, elegant room, yet at the same time, it seemed cozy…
"I don't care how many people's lives or jobs depend on it, I'll not hear of it until the morning," said an angry voice. Several other voices plead of the first voice, but none of them were clear enough to make out. Suddenly, the first voice spoke again, softer, yet with even more authority than before.
"The Senate completes all of its business before sundown; otherwise it is not done at all. I will do no work until sunrise. Leave me," it said, this time right outside of the door. The word Senate had incredible effects on the atmosphere.
First, the voices backed down. There was a soft clicking sound, as if people were hurriedly leaving. Secondly, Naruto remembered what had happened, and by extension, where he must be. Thirdly, he remembered who was most likely at the door.
"Shit no!" He said as he stood up groggily, stumbling over a cushion. Whatever drug the guards used on him had yet to fully wear off. He stumbled over to the steps, and found that he was unable to proceed further. A slender link of silver coloring was connected to his collar. It led to the bedpost.
The door opened, and in entered the boy he feared more than any other right now.
"Ah, you're awake. Good. It would be boring if you were to be asleep…" muttered the Emperor. He strode across the upper area of the room and down the steps. Naruto stumbled back swiftly, falling onto the pile of pillows. The red head smiled.
"Normally my slaves are this… accepting…" he mused, more to himself than to Naruto. Naruto shuddered. He cleared his throat.
"Your Majesty," he said, his voice shaking, "you are a master, and it is not in my power to refuse you… but I plead with you, be gentle, please. I won't struggle or fight. Please, don't hurt me," he plead. The red-head smiled.
"Very well," he said. He gracefully fell onto the pile of cushions and crawled close to the blonde. The blonde shuddered, closed his eyes and turned his head. That was a big mistake. The next thing he knew, the red-head was lying over him, his hot breath gently caressing his cheek. His spicy, minty breath. Naruto whimpered.
"I like having a submissive slave… it's certainly a change from the panicking, sobbing slaves…" he said, leaning in. His lips gently brushed the blonde's ear, and Naruto panicked. He pushed the red-head off of him and scooted away as far as he could. He sat up, pulled his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around his legs.
"N-no… no… I…" he said, before he composed himself, "Master… I am a slave. I… have no rights. I am beneath you. I can deny you nothing. But… what you want… no… I can't take it… No one has the right to do what you want to do to someone against their will… no one has the right to take the innocence and purity away from another person, no matter what their social status. You are Emperor… I am slave… but I won't give you what you want. You'll have to force me," he said before sobbing softly into his arms. The red-head chuckled darkly.
"Impudent slave. What make you think you have something I want? This is relief. Nothing more, nothing less. However…" said the voice. He cringed and looked up. What he saw shook him to the core.
Kratos: So… what do you think? Let me know… I'm really caught up in this one. I mean, addicted almost…
Alexei: Like you are to gummi candy, root beer, and coffee?
Nicholae: or like you're addicted to anime?
Mikhael: or that stuff that you keep under your bed that I occasionally find when I clean…
Kratos: uh… one, gummi worms, root beer and coffee are a meal in that of itself. Secondly, anime is not an addiction, it's a necessity. And thirdly, that stuff under my bed is for my own use, and I'm shocked that you would find it "cleaning" when you never clean my room… unless you lock the do… you… ugh!!!! I sleep on that bed!
Mikhael: W-what?!?
Nicholae: It's alright, Mikhael… we all do it sometimes… we're all teenage guys here…
Alexei: Um… whatchaya talkin 'bout?
Nicholae: Most of us are, anyway…
Kratos: Okay… so… now that you've all been mentally scarred, I' m going to let you go and work on how to emotionally and physically scar you… so… read and review. I'll update when I get ten billion reviews.
Alexei: Even I know that's not going to happen…
Kratos: Okay… how about ten?
Nicholae: A little lower…
Kratos: Five?
Nicholae: Lower…
Kratos: Two?
Nicholae: lower…. Right there! –moans- ah… thanks Mikhael, that itch has been bothering me for about five minutes now…
Kratos: Oh… he was talking about an itch… not the review thing…
Nicholae: Actually, reading back… yeah, it could go for both.
Kratos: Two review it is!
Nicholae: Lower…
Kratos: Just use some calamite lotion!!!
Nicholae: Actually, that time was solely for the review thing…
Kratos: too bad. Two reviews and I update! Bye!!!!