This is my first fanfic and English is not my native language, therefore please don't be too harsh if you review ;) For the rest I hope you enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS!

Prologue

"All God does, is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring." That these words had to come back to her at such a moment and in this context… She closed her eyes for a long second and an even more sickening feeling started to arise in the pit of her stomach.

From the moment she comprehended what exactly was expected from her, a sense of unfeeling had descended over her body, while at the same time she still hadn't found a way to make all the muscles in her body stop trembling.

Even now, while walking quietly behind the guard through the grand, marble hallways of the palace, all she could register was her contradictory state of mind; on one side complete numbness, and on the other side full fledged panic. She knew there was no way to avoid the coming event, no way of escape. It was that realization that created a sickening fear which made her unable to rationally think, which made her want to cry about the upcoming pain and run as far and fast as she could to hide somewhere like a child.

She wouldn't come far if she did chose to run, she knew this very well and hadn't needed the concealed threat that was made to her by the woman who had dressed her.

Endure it.

These were the only words she could tell herself which kept the fear from taking control and rule her actions. Just endure it. Keep an obedient demeanor, force your mind to be somewhere else and forget about it. Survive. He wouldn't want her more than just this once, she was nothing! She couldn't even begin to understand what it was that made him want her even once.

Why me? She wondered in despair, why does it have to be me?

When they had come for her at the slave quarters she had been shocked to her core, one of her worst fears had come true. When they had pushed her into one of the dressing rooms of the royal concubines, she had almost laughed out of sheer relieve; there had been some mistake. She tried to tell them this, not only for her own good, but also to prevent they would be punished for their error. With condescending posture she was told that no faults had been made and, here the tone changed to slight wonder, that His Majesty had commanded her presence personally.

This was something she wouldn't have expected to happen in a million lifetimes. She had to undress, was critically looked over while listening to a list of everything that was wrong with her body, she was bathed and finally dressed in something that would've even made her socks blush if it wasn't for the tragedy of her situation.

Why me? Whether it was Lord Yashamaru or Lord Gaara who requested her, she couldn't remember a single moment in her life when one of the two could have notice her. They shouldn't have noticed her! She was just a low servant, no, she was just a slave, a spoil of war. Lord Yashamaru and Lord Gaara were the most powerful Lords of Sunagakure, they were Immortals and she was a mere human slave girl. She closed her eyes and pushed back tears of desperation, was she now a sex slave? As a spoil of war everything had been taken from her; her village, her believes, her fiancé… even her body wasn't her own anymore, she had prayed it wouldn't come this far.

Paralyzing fear slowly started to rise again. Just endure it.

Her guard reached one of the wings the Royal Family lived in, she hadn't been here before and therefore couldn't tell who's chambers she was about to enter. After getting clearance of the four guards guarding the doors, her own guard motioned her to follow him. She knew the shaking of her knees were visible for everyone who watched her, but if she had been herself, she would have noticed that the guards at the door weren't looking at her knees.

'This one looks a little nervous Goro,' one of the guards remarked softly, his words caused the other guards to chuckle. Too nervous and too focused on her own predicament she didn't hear what the guard said when she passed him. She quickly glanced at them, but refocused her eyes on the floor when she saw they were half breeds. She kept walking, hoping they wouldn't call her back and discipline her for not bowing as usual was expected of her. Of course they were half breeds, she chided herself, the personal rooms of the Royal Family wouldn't be protected by simple humans.

Her guard only turned his head slightly to check if she was still following, but ignored the comment. He obviously wanted to deliver her and move on to his next orders. They walked through another hallway and she looked to her side to the golden framed paintings which reached the ceiling. The wealth and power of the Royal Family showed everywhere in the palace, but here, in the wing of one of the Royal Family members himself, the decoration also had something ancient.

She knew they were very old, they ruled these lands now for hundreds of years, and there was a reason why their race were called the Immortals. Or as they called themselves: Gods.

Her guard stopped at a big door with golden relief and approached the chamber servant. They softly exchanged some words and her guard signaled her to come a little closer. She swallowed nervously, took a few steps and bowed for the servant. As a chamber servant of the Royal Family he held a high and powerful position in the peck order of servants. She kept her eyes low while he took in her appearance. He must have seen no faults or imperfections since he turned around and pulled a cord. She heard a soft jingle and after a few seconds the servant entered.

She could feel she would start to hyperventilate soon en tried not to panic. It all went to fast, she wasn't ready for this. Her shaking was now also visible at her hands. Her guard glanced at her, but showed no notion of sympathy or caring. Too soon the servant was back and motioned for her to follow him and come in. Her heart started to beat erratically while she tried to stop, or at least slow down, time with her mind. This isn't happening, this can't be happening.

As in a dream she walked over the soft carpet, knelt and rested her forehead on the floor. In her peripheral sight she saw the servant leave and all she could do was lie there and wait. Endure it. Go somewhere else in your mind.

It was silent for several moments in which she tried to remain a calm, neutral composure, but couldn't stop the trembling of her body. If she did anything that would displease the Lord, she would be lucky if the punishment was a quick death. She heard the soft rustle of clothing coming a bit farther away from her and then it was silent again. Her heart was pounding so hard, she was surprised it was still functioning properly.

'Rise.'

Although it was spoken with a gentle tone, the order in it was clear. She rose her head until she was sitting on her feet, but kept sure to keep her eyes on the floor in front of her all the time. She couldn't see the person who spoke, but couldn't help notice that the room was very beautiful and luxuriously furnished.

It remained silent and nerves started to take over as she started to consider to take a run for the door. That would be suicide of course, if it wouldn't be one of the guards, the Lord himself would outrun her in a blink of an eye. Go someplace else, think about home. This caused a small pang of pain, but she immediately saw the bright river just outside her village. She remembered how the area smelled fresh, like grass and how the sun would-

'Come closer.'

The order snapped her back and a paralyzing fear made it unable for her to move for just a second. Then she slowly rose to her feet and took some timid steps in the direction the order had come from. She wished she didn't shake that much, it made her weakness so obvious.

'Closer.'

She lifted her focus just enough of the floor to locate the source of the sound without actually looking at him and slowly walked to him while trying to suppress the beginning of her hyperventilation attack. She stopped walking a few meters away and waited.

And waited a little longer. She looked at his feet and could feel his gaze burning on her. She was terrified and felt the kind of weakness in her body one feels when you haven't eaten all day. Her head started to feel light and she wished she could sit down for a moment to catch her breath.

'Are you afraid of me?' His voice was low and sounded somehow gentle.

It took her several tries before she could open her mouth, which was suddenly plagued by extreme dryness. 'Your Highness…' her voice came out as a whisper, but she was relieved it didn't quiver. Yet.

'I-In the vi-village I was raised, it was r-rejected when an unmarried w-woman…' She found she couldn't speak anymore and felt her cheeks slowly turn crimson. If this would take any more time, she knew she would pass out. Her lightheadedness had spread throughout her entire body and somehow it was as if it was pointing at the man before her.

'Look at me.'

She let her eyes slowly travel up his body until she reached his chest. He wore a simple, but beautiful dark kimono which hung open and so revealed a sun browned and muscled chest. She stopped there, since she had no permission to look him in the eyes. After a couple of seconds it seemed as if that same lightness, which started to feel a bit like some form of terrifying attraction between them, forced her to look at his face.

His beautiful face she realize with surprise. An angelic face with locks of hair with the color of dark blood framing it and the most bright green eyes she has ever seen in her life. Bright, cold green eyes which caused such a shock through her body, that for a moment she forgot to whom those hypnotizing eyes belong.

Lord Gaara No Sabaku, King of the Immortals and known and worshipped as God in all of Sunagakure by humans. It was Lord Gaara who had summoned her..