He was never any good. His sister found him as an annoyance, his father found him a disgrace, his mother…well, Kankurou could not remember his mother. A fleeting glimpse in his dreams once in a blue moon, possible memories of her loving hand, words he did not know, but nothing more. His father's greed had taken her only two years after Kankurou had her for his own, before he could relize how great having a mother really was.

The Kazekage's failure had enraged him. He took it out on his children. Gaara he disowned, his only use was for warfare anyways. He tortured the other two, abusing them both emotionally, and to his eldest son, physically. Kankurou was always compared to his sister, their father's favourite. His lack of taijutsu skills discraced the brutal leader. Yet kankurou could not let his artistic calling go unanswered. He left the path of a physical fighter long ago to pursue more intellegent ways of battle.

His weak body was a main reason. Kankurou's mother had some trouble with her first child, Kankurou's older sister Temari. The medics had told her and her spouse that having another child would be a risk. But the Kazekage demanded a son.

So the following year, in the spring, Kankurou was born. The due date had been in September. But May 15 was the fated date. They had nearly lost him, luckily Chiyo, an elder skilled in the medic field, saved him. The Kazekage was unsatisfied, he wanted a STRONG son, not what had been produced. He mulled for a year, then a devilish plan came. He once again impregnated his wife, well against al sensibility, and sealed the Shukaku inside the infant. At last a child that was strong enough even to rival himself! His wife had died, but the greedy Kazekage did not care.

Over the years it became apparent that the Kazekage's youngest child's abilities were too menacing for him to handle. An assassination had been arranged, but it failed.

The leader turned away from the boy he had longed for so much, and thrust his annoyance onto his two older children.

Temari had developed skills he was proud of, though he never showed his appreciation of his daughter unless it was infront of his son, Kankurou. He tortured the boy constantly with the fact that he was a failure, a shinobi who had no taijutsu skills was not a shinobi at all.

Chiyo, the elder who had saved Kankurou at birth and had developed the arts which were used to aid his growth into a strong young man, took pity on him. She showed him the art of the puppet-masters. It would allow him to attack his opponents without ever having to come in contact with them. It took no time for his talents to manifest. He was a natural!

Yet the Kazekage was unimpressed.

"You are twelve years old! Playing with toys! At your age I could challenge the greatest shinobi in our village!"

"But fath-" Kankurou received a sharp blow across his face. He stumbled and landed on his bottom. He always slipped when arguments got emotional. "Forgive me…My lord, I only meant to argue that I can take on many strong opponents and win without a scratch. Of course the method is different but I am still as good as y-"

The Kazekage lifted his son off the floor by the neck of his shirt. "What was that? What the FUCK was that you were saying?"

Kankurou swallowed, tears fell from his eyes and he knew his place was not to answer. Silent obedience was expected. The man eyed his son with satisfaction, he had won. Kankurou opened his eyes. The Kazekage faltered, they were same as Kankurou's mother's had been on many a similar occasion. After a moment of silence he released his son and told him off to bed.

That night the Lord of the Sand could not rest. Memories of life before the manifestation of greed took him over. He had once had true feelings for his wife, but the had dissipated along with his compassion and morals. He recalled one night, after his demeanor had been rotted with the need for power, that he had took upon his lover forcefully.

She cried out as he gripped her cinnamon hair, screamed as he had plunged into her. Tears and sweat, her pathetic submission, it was all too perfect for him.

And earlier…his son's eyes. That same helplessness, the same defeat. It was…arousing? No, how could he think that way? Yet the memory was enough to twist his insides, forcing blood to his member and tugging at his subconciouse was the thought of reliving those heated nights. He tried to push all this away, drop off to sleep like the respectable man he was, but it was in vain. Those teary, pathetic eyes kept returning to his mind, he was surprised how hard he had gotten just with the thought of such an incestuous act. Or maybe that was it, the forbidden fruit he had to taste. Before he relized what he was doing, the door to his son's bedroom was open before him

Did I really get out of bed, or is this a dream. I slipped off to sleep, finally.

But then the shift of his trousers on his aroused manhood reminded the kazekage that he was fully awake, and was walking across the floor.

Kankurou was not lacking in anymore than one area of shinobi skills. Hence, he was aware of the presence in his room. The boy sat up. He looked drowsily at his father. Had he forgotten to put something away…or maybe he was finally enough of a disgrace that his father was going to kill him. Then his father pushed him back down, and leaned over Kankurou in a way that caused him to gasp.

The Kazekage was now pinning down the child.

What am I doing? Or does it matter? No one questions me, I can kill him if he says anything.

With his final, justifying thoughts in place, the man pressed down on his son. He could feel the smaller body begin to tremble, and then tears came. They rolled down the boy's youthful cheeks as he stuttered for a question that Kankurou could never fathom. How did he ask what his father was doing, or why. It was terrifying.

The Kazekage felt his member twitch with painful anticipation as he viewed those terifyed eyes. Overpowering people, it was his drug…his stimulation.

The man sat up, allowing his full weight onto the child as he tore nightclothes away from soft, virgin skin. Kankurou wimpered as he watched his fathers menacing eyes scan his young body greedily.

Kankurou cried out as his father pressed back down onto him, crushing out that cry with the weight of him. The man grinded himself on his son's thigh. He had needed this lost satisfaction for so long!

He tore Kankurou's pajama bottoms from him and forced his legs to spread, this is when it all became too much. Kankurou struggeled, begged incoherently and his father hit him hard. Kankurou lay in a throbbing stupour as his father ungraciously spat into his hand and coated his manhood with the liquid.

The scene faded to white.

Kankurou saw a white flash of pain as ha screamed into the night.

The lord Kazekage saw the white light of pleasure as he bruatally thrust into the boy.

It was heaven! He was so fucking tight. The man began pushing in, and tugging back in a harsh rhythm. Kankurou continued to cry out as each thrust threatened to tear him in two. The older male moaned deeply as he spilt his seed.

It was never meant to happen, not never. The seed finding its brother, it was so fucking wrong.

But the pleasure was so great, the lord's lust had been dormant for so long now. He had forgotten how great it was, but the sudden fucking of such a tight, virgin ass was too much and he finish far too soon.

As he got up, the Kazekage promised to himself, that next time would be so much better.

Greed, it breeds beasts no one can fully defeat. Kankurou lay there, pain frozen onto his face. Was it over, truly over? Was he not dead? The boy opened his eyes to the beginning of the end of his innocence. To his new life, molded for him so unfairly.

So much pain. Damn greed. Damn it to Hell!

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so this is my first story.....or rather chapter

I love my favourite characters, but hate their perfection....so I have damned one poor soul with a bit of my imperfection. Not an exact replica, but close enough to feel the pain.

Sowwy Kan-Kan...XOXOXOXOXOXO