Moonbeam; This is going t be a first for me. Putting my favorite ancient culture (Ancient Egypt), and one of my favorite Sakura pairings (SakuxGar) together. Will get possessive in the end of the chapter. So please enjoy. And read and review, it would be most appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and I don't own the song lyrics.
Chapter 1: Pharaoh
To say he was evil itself incarnated wouldn't have been an exaggeration. To say he made even Seth, the evil god of deserts and storms, tremble with fear wouldn't have been so far-fetched. To say he was the demon that you told your children about to keep them in their beds at night could be believable. To say that he was the fear of the ancient eastern world would have to be correct. To believe he was the messenger of death probably was true. But to say that this man, if you could call him that, had a heart, a sliver of goodness inside him people would probably call you insane.
And yet was it so hard to believe, that even this man with blood soaked hands, could have the capacity to love another? With what the world had put him through, had they given him compassion? Had people tried to comfort him? Had they had shown any mercy for him, even as a small child? For the very sacrifice he had made for them, when he hadn't even had a say in it? They hadn't.
No one had, no matter how much he had tried. No body had tried to save him from loneliness and darkness. And so they had sealed his fate. To be tortured for eternity, banishing him for even experiencing or feeling love. Or it would seem so.
What if there was a way for him to love? Even if it was for only a short time or an eternity? If it was destined to fail or flourish with a gentle touch? What if her love could pierce his icy walls, and warm his heart with her innocent love? What if he could love, without holding anything back, and make up for those years of pain? Would anyone believe such a thing? Probably not.
But fate has an ironic sense of humor. It does what people least expect it to do. Even the god's can't really prepare for any outcomes, let alone the mortals that they watch over on earth. And fate had decided to come out and play. It's ready to start its journey, are you?
And now our story begins within a sea of endless sands, and hot days. The fertile land of the Nile, Egypt. To where a cursed pharaoh, cast out by fate, wages bloody warfare with a neighboring nation. A man all sane people fear, a cruel king that thinks only of death and blood. Who has the One-tail sealed inside him.
His name: Sabaku no Gaara
(Normal/Gaara's P.O.V)
The twilight sky was stained red, crimson red. Blood red. The color of death. A very fitting color for tonight's activities.
Far off sounds could be heard. Men's dying cries, clashing of weapons, victorious shouts, and the faint splash of fresh warm blood. The sounds of battle, war. The battle field was desolate now, however. Dead corpses lay randomly on the ground, their cold flesh rotting. Weapons lay near them, still covered in their victim's blood, from where ever they had pierced them. Thick smoke rose from the torches that had been used to see the enemy. This is what war looked like, though for one side it had been a slaughter.
Syria had threatened Egypt before, but they hadn't counted on Egypt's pharaoh to strike so suddenly. It was a custom that the pharaoh lead his army into battle, but Syria's soldiers hadn't known what had hit them. They really hadn't counted on him showing up.
And boy did they pay for it.
I sighed in contentment, and took a deep breath of the smell of my victim's death. My eyes excitedly observed the now quite battle field. I smiled wickedly as I took in the carnage of the fight. I not only wanted to defeat my enemies, but crush them entirely. And I had done so. These fools hadn't expected me to be here, but they should have known better. All the surrounding nations should know better. I always came to battle, no matter how meager the challenge was. All I really cared for was to be able to kill. Because if I didn't I would have to kill my own subordinates.
It wasn't that I had a really cared if I killed any of them, but they had their use also. I needed their help to run this country, I have to admit grudgingly. If they were alive the people at least wouldn't rebel. That in itself was more troublesome then I could handle at one time or another. Plus if the country was in up rest, then other nations may take advantage of that. I wasn't going to let that happen, this was my country to control, and I would kill anyone that wanted to take it away from me. I may kill for pleasure and need. But I also have my pride. No one takes anything away from me without a fight.
I looked down at my hands, coated in warm red blood. The fluid that gives life to all living organisms, the very thing that I cherished. I looked down on the blood on my hands, taking in the pleasure of the kill, and that the blood on my hands was that of my victims. The feeling of it could only be foiled satisfaction. Anyway now Shukaku's thirst for such killing had been quenched for now. My eyes narrowed in contempt at the vary thought of that thing inside me. His very presence taunts me constantly, always at the edge of my conscious, yet near enough for me to tell it's him. He's just so annoying at times. And the reason the way I am is because of him….
I shook myself out of my meddling thoughts, and took in the sight of the blood again. I raised my hands to my face, cupping them together while the extra fluid dripped from my finger tips. I then quickly dipped my mouth to my open palms, and greedily took a lick of blood. The coppery taste entered my mouth, but my face scrunched up in distaste. I carelessly spit out the blood, and tried to get the taste out of my mouth. Their blood was filthy! Utterly vile!
I growled in annoyance, I saw no reason to stay here any longer.
I turned to my men, their numbers had only been decimated a little. After all I had done most of the fighting. They were all kneeling on the sandy ground, their heads bowed in submission. "Kazekage-sama" they whispered softly, while they awaited my orders. I could clearly sense their fear even though most looked calm on the outside. I caught sight of a man who was trembling slightly. I smirked, none would defy me, because they new the consequence of such an action.
"Let's move out. Go back to the palace. I'll be traveling secretly." I called out in monotone. I approached my horse Raheem, a pure black stallion, who I had named. He was about the only companion I had. As I was about to jump into my saddle a man came forward trembling in pure fright and nervousness. Usually I would enjoy his fear, but I found I was suddenly very tired. Now all his fear was doing for me was getting on my nerves.
"Kazekage-sama. We have some injured men so perhaps we should…" He kept muttering incoherent sentences. He looked ready to wet himself. I growled softly, and turned my emotionless eyes to him. He didn't get to finish his sentence though, because no sooner had he taken his next breath to talk , he lay dead in a bloody heap on the already blood spilt ground. I stared down on him, his now dead eyes large with surprise and fear. I had used my Sabaku Kyu (The coffin of crushing sand) and Sabaku Soso (Imploding sand funeral) techniques. I cast a cold glare at my men, before finaly getting into my saddle. They didn't say a word as I nudged Raheem into a gallop. He whickered softly before taking off at his usual speed. I closed my head in peace once we were far enough distance from the weaklings. I only felt at peace when I went riding on Raheem. His pace was so simple and soothing his own lullaby. It soothed me, even when I felt I just might kill everyone around me.
The sunlight started to fade, and stars started to dot the sky. Raheem knew the way back to the palace, so I trusted him to find his own path, while I simpled drifted into the cold comfort of my mind. At times it could be vary dangerious to do such a thing with Shukaku within me. But I really didn't care at the moment. I just didn't know how I had gotten so tired after such an easy fight. Syria's army had only consisted of about 20,000 men, an easy feat for me anyway. I sighed, such peace…
I dream of rain…
The silky words spilled into my ears. My eyes snapped open in surprise. Where had those words-?
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I took in a shaky breath. My heartbeat had sped up, and an odd warmth had filled my body. I shivered in pleasrue of the voice, so clear and gentle, spilling out the song like every syilable was covered in honey.
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
I closed my eyes lazily, the sweet voice so tempting and innocent at the same time. Purely a feminine voice. Whoever was singing had my full attention. Only then did I realize that Shukaku's presence had been subdued by this little singer's voice.
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
My eyes opened again, a feeling of desperation fill every part of my mind. I needed to find this singer, whoever she was. Hr song was carried along the western winds of the desert, so she had to be west from here. I turned Raheem toward the voice; he whickered again knowing his master had found somewhere urgent to go. I hurried Raheem on, I was only consumed by her voice, this damn siren's hypnotic voice. Her song had awakened a physical need I had never really experience before. Sure I had token a few woman to my bed, but I had never felt so attracted to someone before. And I hadn't even seen what this singer looked like. I had been fully drawn by her voice.
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
I had hurried Raheem as fast as he could carry me. Finding her was all that mattered. We came to an abrupt halt however, in front of thick green vegetation. I stared at the sight of this lush oasis, and wondered why I didn't know of it.
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
But my angel's voice called again, and I once again closed my eyes in pleasure. What sort of creature could make such music? I broke out of my trance, and ran into the vegetation. I hurried through large leaves, thick grasses, and colorful flower blooms. But all that mattered to me was my little singer. My breath caught in my throat as she tortured me with her sweet voice. I felt myself harden, I growled predatorily. I needed my little singer now! I needed her to quench the need she had awaken in me.
My hard work and haste paid off when I heard the gentle splash of a river, and the faint light of the almost distant sun. With one last burst of speed I crashed through the plants, though took caution not to be too noisy. I didn't want to scare my dear singer away.
I peeked through the papyrus reeds, and spotted the river. Its water was clear and fresh, lotus flowers floated precariously on the rivers surface. But I forgot how to breath when I caught sight of her …
My angel, my singer, my siren….
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
She stood knee-high in the river's gentle current, her pure white gown's hem drenched by the water. Her plain gown was sleeveless, the bust of the gown showed the gentle swell of her amble breast. Her skin was a rich tan, showing that she was in the sun a lot. She was smell, petite even, perhaps south of five feet. Silver bangles clinked on her slender wrist, her hands tiny and delicate. Her shapely hips were subtly empathized by the gown, which clung to every curve in her body. To say she had all the curves in the right paces would be the understatement of the year.
Simple silver hoop earrings hung on the lobes of her ears, and a simple silver choker one the base of her neck. A pinkish/white flower charm hung from it. She seemed to be naturally slender, and moved with a kind of eased elegance as she stepped further into the water. Her rosette hair had a healthy sheen to it and looked soft to the touch. It was cut just to her shoulders. Her has a child-like face, a button nose, and small pink mouth. Her hypnotizing song, which might be he end of me, came out of those beautiful soft looking lips. How much I wish to kiss them right now…
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I gave a shaky sigh, her voice so innocent, it was intoxicating.
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love
She gave a soft sigh, like the desert's night's gentle cool caress of wind. Only then did I realize her eyes, her eyes …. Emerald orbs, surrounded by curled lashes. I could feel my mouth go dry as I watched her eyes dance. Danced with life, and glimmered with the appearing stars light. There was such gentleness, and innocence in them it took my breath away. But her soft eyes held something back, something painful… So beautiful...
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I felt my knees become weak by her words, her voice just as beautiful as she was. I felt my body relax in pure pleasure. My body needed her now, but I couldn't break away from my trance. Her words were to strong.
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
I closed me eyes now, my defenses falling as her siren song continued. Damn you siren, damn you beautiful siren! I could tell that she had come to sing here only because she found pleasure in just singing. Just her love to sing had driven to her. I could relate, but my activity wasn't as innocent as her singing. Innocent, yes… innocent.
That was what she was, an innocent seductress. A sweet, pure desert flower blooming in adversity of this hot wasteland. She was an innocent seductress, she didn't even know she was tempting me so. How she was making me want her under me moaning, calling my name. She didn't even have a clue. I smirked wickedly.
I would just have to punish her for that.
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall
My siren's song ended, I let out a frustrated sigh. I wanted her to sing for me again. But with the stirring in my loins, I growled slightly in need. I wanted her….
"What are you doing here?" an annoyed voice barked out.
My eyes snapped open, only to have them widen in surprise. My angel was standing right in front of me, her small hands on her promising hips. Her mouth was drawn in a deep scowl, and I could feel killing intent raging off her small form. I swept another appreciating look down her body from the neck down. I licked my lips, she may have been innocent, but she had to body of a goddess. Perhaps I had confronted by an angry goddess, a heavenly being in her private sanctuary. I didn't care though, because I had her within my reach. That's all that mattered now. I couldn't wait to feel her luscious curves under my finger tips, or taste her sweet nectar. She was mine, all mine! No one else could have her!
An angry growl broke me out of my lustful trance. I looked up. My angel face held only pure rage, her eyes flashed. I wordlessly made eye contact with her.
Dazed jade met fiery emerald.
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