Rating: M for sexual content. Vilence, Gore. Rape.
Main Pairing: DeidaraxGaara
Side pairings: SasorixDeidara -one sided-, OrochimaruxGaara -rape-, SasorixGaara
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, only the ideas.

General Warnings: Sexual content to come, underage sexual content to come, Vivid descriptions of dead bodies to come.
Chapter Warnings: Anou... Sasori's dirty old-man thoughts?

Summary: Subject 23. That is what he is called, because down there he has no name. He is not human now. Not anymore. Not after what they had done to him. The people in white, they cut him open before his very eyes. Take him apart, rebuild him /like a broken toy/ they are preparing him. Him. The only one to survive years of dis-assembly, re-assembly. They are making him. Making Subject 23 into the perfect host.
Because Shukaku is very picky with his humans, he needs them to resemble his former body.
And that is why Subject 23 being broken, bit by bit.


"Nurse! Get the tranquilizer!" I barked out as he began to thrash, "His body is rejecting the new blood!" I watched my assistant scramble across the room. On the bed before me, he was screaming. Screaming and crying.

"P-please, just k-kill me!" My patient moaned, the utmost agony reflected in his delicate features. But, before I had time to completely register those words, a needle was being shoved into my hand. Slowly he stopped thrashing as I emptied the sedatives into his system, I realized I was panting, being caught off guard by something so small as a temporary re-coil from surgery. "Nurse-"

"I have a name you know-" He interrupted, folding his arms across his chest. He beautiful tanned arms across his beautiful broad chest, "-And would you stop staring? Its freaking me out, un."

I blinked, snapping myself out of my fantasy world.

"Sorry, Deidara. Just got lost in thought is all..." The Patient shifted slightly on the hospital bed, but other than that there was no movement.

"Well, un?"

"Well what?"

"You were saying something... un."

"Was I?"

...

"YES YOU WERE YOU FORGETFUL OLD MAN!" He screamed, waving his arms around.

"...Really?"

"YES, REALLY SASORI-TEME!!" I looked over my assistant. His chest rising and falling rapidly from his outbursts, his cheeks tinted red. I smiled.

"You are so easy, Deidara," I glanced down at the boy, frowning lightly at the paper gown he was wearing. I bent over and tugged on the bottom of it to cover the boy properly. "Now, will you hand me his medical charts?" The blond blinked ('Cutely' I added mentally), "Anou... Wha-?"

"Me-di-cal Ch-ar-ts." I repeated, drawing out each syllable like I was talking to a small child. Then I got hit in the head with a clipboard. "itai..." I mumbled, then quickly writing up this boy, here I checked the name on his charts; 'Ritsui's reaction to the blood transfusion.

"Bastard, I'm going up to the upper levels to take a shit. Bye." Deidara turned to leave, so naturally I checked out his ass, but then I remembered something, so bye bye Mr. fucking hawt ass.

"Dei," I began, taking a few steps forward. He turned to face me ( :( ), scowl set firmly on his effeminate face. "One: That was too much information, and Two: I need you to go check up on one of the 'Host Subjects'." Deidara growled low in his throat, but accepted an information page I held out to him.

"Hn. Host Subject 23, Gaara? No last name, un?" He flipped over the page, "Well whatever, un, I'll see you up in the statement room, I suppose." He opened the door, still checking over HS23's Conditions report as he left.


A/N: I have the next two chapters done, review if you'd like me to post them :D