Howdy! So this fanfic takes place where Gaara is about to fight Deidara and somewhat during New Moon/Eclipse (Haven't really decided where yet, but it will be going into Breaking Dawn). I hope you enjoy the story and also I apologize if there are any errors in names or what not.
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto or Twilight... *tear*
Definitely Not a Vampire
Aro scanned the shelves that resided in the library, seeing if there was a book that might catch his interest for the long night ahead. Being so old, there were few things that interested him when it came to the written word, but he was hoping to get lucky this night. All his precious guard had been scattered out to either go on missions or hunting, so he was utterly bored until they return.
His eyes danced over the multitude of volumes, seeing if anything would catch his eye. As he was about to give up on that particular row, his eye spotted something that was crammed behind a neat stack of books. He could not distinguish what it was so with smooth grace he reached up. Shifting the delicate books over slightly to get a look at the little treasure they were trying to conceal.
There, crammed between the wall and the ends of books was some type of scroll. Aro brushed his fingers over it carefully before snatching it gently off the shelf. He brought it close to his face to get a good look at it, looking at the rather plain look of it's outside that still held a hint of mystery. He looked at the fine woven treads of the paper and the bright cords that tied the small scroll together, hiding its' secrets from his curious gaze.
He glided over to the nearest chair, sitting smoothly, and gently untying the cords. When the stubborn knot was finally over come, he carefully set the scroll down and began to unroll it. His eyes widened at the written language that was foreign to him. He took in the faded yet precise lettering that fanned out across the page. There were a few bizarre yet fascinating diagrams that he could not decipher.
"Interesting…"Aro breathed, taking in all the delicate lines of words, unrolling more of the scroll to find that it got more complex the farther he unrolled it. "How interesting."
He spotted one character that seemed to strike something in his memory, causing him to stand up swiftly and stride over to their vast collection of language books. He made his way over to a large tomb that had similar symbols scrawled across the binding. He easily took the massive book into his hand before snatching a few smaller books. He turned and walked quickly back to his seat where the scroll lay innocently on the table top, enticing his mind but unyielding in the information that it contained.
Aro sat easily, setting the books to the side so not to damage the small yet long scroll. He took one of the books and flipped it open and began the task of trying to decipher the secrets that lay on the delicate paper.
At least he found something to occupy his time.
*~*~*~*~*(Few Days later)*~*~*~*~*
"Is there something the matter, brother?" came a soft murmur from the doorway, causing the man sitting at the desk that was utterly surrounded by books to look up from whatever he was doing.
"What do you mean, Marcus?" Aro asked, a look of puzzlement crossing his black eyes as he unconsciously rolled the scroll up to hide its words.
"Well-," Marcus began, but was swiftly cut off by the slightly harsher voice of his other brother Caius who had just arrived.
"Aro, are you still in here reading?" Caius spat, looking a little disgruntle at all the books that surrounded him, his shining blood red eyes focusing on his slightly dis-shelved brother. "Look at the state you are in, you need to get out of this stuffy room and change. Better yet, you need to feed. You haven't eaten in a week and you did not come to the 'banquet'."
Aro looked a little surprised to hear this news, he did not realize so much time had passed as he had scrutinized the little scroll that he held in his stony hands, feeling the burning desire in the back of his throat. He noticed vaguely that Caius turned away and glided away, clearly frustrated at his brother's obsessive curiosity.
Aro stepped away from the cluttered desk, striding over to the double doors and trying to slide the scroll into his pocket without being detected. But he was unsuccessful; as he saw Marcus' eyes glance down at his hand before his eyebrows rose in an obvious question.
Aro sighed in slight annoyance, before handing over the scroll without being asked, as he continued past his brother and down the hall in a relatively slow pace. He watched out of his peripheral vision as Marcus walked next to him, opening the small scroll before trying to read its' contents.
"Aro, what is this?" questioned Marcus after a few moments of simply staring at the complex text that was scrawled across the delicate paper.
"I am not entirely sure…" Aro decided to answer honestly, also looking at the scroll. "The language is some type of Japanese, but it is in a style and structure that has not been recorded before…"
Marcus hummed in thought as he looked at the scroll more closely, trying to see anything that might strike at his memory.
"Can you read any of it?" He questioned gently, turning to look at his brother with the slightest tint of curiosity within his eyes, though his face did not reveal a single emotion.
"I have been able to work out a few of the words, though I do not know if I am pronouncing it correctly or not. From what I can understand, it seems to be divided into nine different sections, each coming with their own complex diagram or seal. It seems to be a type of instructions, but to what I cannot understand." Aro shook his head sadly, replaying all of his readings in his head and his attempts at comparing them to the scroll contents.
"What words can you make out?" Marcus probed, turning his eyes once more to the scroll as he extended it out towards Aro.
"Well you see right here," He began, pointing to some complex sentence at the very edge of the page, "It says "summons" and something about "bindings" and here," he pointed a little ways down, "here it mentions something about "demons" or it might be "beasts" but it is hard to tell…"
Just then they had reached the banquet room and Aro pushed the door open easily and allowed his brother to walk in ahead of him. As he entered, his eyes scanned the room, looking at all of the different members of his guard and the small pile of bodies that lay off to the side. He sent a friendly smile to all of his followers as they bowed respectfully to him and murmured out their greetings.
But as his eyes passed over all the faces once more, they landed onto a figure that was huddled into the corner, shaking violently with fear shining brightly in her eyes. Aro couldn't help himself, as he glided over to the girl, his smile turning more feral as his eyes seemed to turn even blacker.
Then with blinding speed, he grabbed a hold of the girl and tipped her head back far enough to latch his teeth onto her throat. Taking deep gulps of the girl's blood and not caring if he made a mess of things, for his thirst drove him forward to consume every portion of the small woman who was slowly going limp in his arms.
"What about right here? Can you read what it says right around this diagram?" Marcus' voice floated over to Aro, drawing him out of his blood filled haze.
Aro released the girl from his grasp, letting the body slide to the floor as he turned his eyes back to the scroll in his brother's hands. He swiftly walked over to him leaning over the scroll that was being examined, a small trail of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth and curving along his chin.
"Which part?" He questioned, his eyes scanning over the text with a critical eye.
"Right here," Marcus gestured to a large sequence of inter lapping circles, that were at the beginning portion of the scroll, and writing around the outside. "Do you know what it says right here?"
Aro leaned a little closer to the document, the blood pooling on the tip of his chin.
"Yes," he murmured recognizing some of the few things he was capable of translating, the drop of blood leaving his chin and falling towards the center of the complex circles.
"It says…"
The blood splatters on the page.
"Ichibi no Shukaku."
As the words slipped past his lips, the crisscrossing lines of the circles began to glow, turning a violent shade of yellow, before the scroll shot out of their hands and flew towards the ceiling. As it rocketed up, there was the distinct sound of wind and what seemed to be sand billowing out of the center of the circles, causing what appeared to be a small sand tornado.
As the scroll began to fall back to the ground, the sand streaming along behind it in a twisting spire, all the vampires shot away to the edges of the room, fixing their bright red eyes on this bizarre turn of events. As the scroll clattered to the floor, the sand smashed into the ground and billowed out into large dust clouds that attacked the vampires.
Aro strained his eyes through the clouds of sand trying to catch any sign of movement. That is when he spotted a figure crouched on the ground, slowly rising to their feet as the sand settled around them. It turned out to be a man, a teen more like it, with the brightest shade of red he had ever witnessed in all his years of living as the boy's hair. There was a strange symbol written on the teen's forehead, and wearing strange clothes that seemed to have random straps as if something was meant to be on his back.
The teen seemed to peer around the room, before his eyes landed on Aro. Piercing teal eyes rimmed in dark circle stared intensely at him before a voice that was gruff spoke from his lips.
"Who are you?"
*~*~*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*~*~*
Gaara stared around the ancient room, pinpointing all the statue-like figures who were along the walls, all with looks of awe and wariness. As he continued to take in his surroundings, his eyes were drawn to a figure who looked ancient beyond the apparent age he was.
"Who are you?" Gaara's voice rasped out, trying to determine how he had come to this strange place. Recalling that he had been preparing to fight against a member of Akasuki when suddenly, his sand reacted weirdly and sent him to this bizarre place. His eyes were able to notice a scroll that lay a few feet from him, he could see seals inscribed on it and the distinct words of "Ichibi no Shukaku".
Was I summoned here? Gaara pondered, as his eyes drifted back to the man as if his eyes were being summoned to him. Was he the one?
Gaara watched as the man peeled himself off the wall, his eyes glowing with interest in those red orbs.
"How fascinating…" The man murmured out his eyes roaming every inch of Gaara's body like he was some kind of prey.
Gaara growled low in his throat, a warning to keep the man away. But it seemed to only draw the man closer.
"Who are you? What are you?" the man asked his voice suddenly taking on a tone that seemed to hold power with each word, and drew a response from Gaara's lips.
"I am Sabaku no Gaara, Kazekage of Suna. I am a Jin-" Suddenly Gaara forced his mouth shut, his eyes widening at what he had just revealed to a total stranger, causing his body to go ridged.
Aro watched as the teen struggled to remain quiet, observing how a black collar around the teen's neck began to glow with some type of power and force the teen to speak once more.
"Jinchūriki of Ichibi no Shukaku."
*~*~*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*~*~*
Aro's eyes grew wide at the name, it had been the name he spoken when the scroll had suddenly glowed and created all of that havoc. His mind reeled as he recalled the few words that he was able to translate from the scroll. Summons. He had unintentionally summoned this being before him.
"So you are the Ichibi no Shukaku? And what exactly is that?" Aro questioned, watching as once more the teen struggled to keep his mouth shut.
"A-" Gaara struggled trying to stop the words from escaping, "-A-A Demon."
Aro's eyes went wide again feeling his body go into the customary freeze position that all of his kind experience, absently noticing the glowing in the collar subside and Gaara's eyes widen in knowing.
A Demon, those two words just kept repeating itself over and over within his head, driving a crazed smile to form on his lips before the shouts began.
Aro snapped out of his inner musing, watching in horror as the sand around the room began to stir and rise up, swirling around the red headed teen who wore a look of rage upon his face.
Suddenly, the teen raised his hand and swung it around so that it was facing Aro, and the sand followed the movement. Stretching out from the teen's body and coming at him like a tidal wave ready to crush all that are in its' path. But instead of moving like all of Aro's guards were screaming at him to do, he stood his ground and uttered one simple word.
"Stop."
And with that one syllable, the sand halted in its tracks, frozen mere inches from Aro's stiff body. He locked eyes on the teen and saw the black collar around his neck glowing with that same intensity that had driven him to answer all of his question's so far, holding the teen in a stiff statue like position.
Aro felt that if his heart could have been able to beat, than it would be near explosion point. He could not believe that he had stood up to a demon and that it had obeyed.
Well, for the most part it did. It is more like he is being forced to do it than actually willing to do so. Aro thought absently, before another word that he was able to translate bubbled up to the surface in his mind. Binding.
"You're bound to me, aren't you." Aro stated, not really needing an answer from the red head but receiving a short nod anyway.
A smile stretched across his face once more, excitement filling his dead veins.
"Well Sabaku no Gaara, Jinchūriki of Ichibi no Shukaku, Welcome to the Volturi. You are going to be with us for as long as we can keep you."
*~*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*~*
Well, that is it for now! Please REVIEW! ^_^