Sachap2

Chapter Two

To tell you the truth, she had never even heard of a Gaara until now. She didn't eve really know what a Gaara was. All she knew was that Father hated it. It, why it? She was sometimes called an it, but she didn't really think this Gaara-thing was anything like her. For one thing, it lived in the desert, whereas she lived in Konoha. You had to be strong to live in a desert, right? There was another thing that bothered her. In all her life she had never known Father to be scared of anything. She couldn't even remember if he had ever been nervous. Yet this Gaara-thing had him terrified, and it was so very far away, in a place called Suna. So why was he so scared? What was this Gaara-thing anyway?

A few days later she found out. The Gaara-thing was a demon, a very powerful demon. Father had done something to offend the demon, and as a result, the demon called Gaara was calling for his head. He was refusing to give in. Eventually Father had sent some of his best men to slay the demon Gaara, but they failed, and apparently the demon had piked their heads. Now she was stuck wondering what a pike was. Father had been exceptionally angry that night, and her body showed the results. Not that it mattered; she was always in pain anyway. It was her fault, he had said, but it was always her fault. She deserved it, they said, for being a useless weakling that wasn't even pretty enough to marry off to someone. She was a horrid, selfish brat that was lucky to be alive, because things like her were usually killed on sight.

There was one thing she was good at, and that was escaping. Trouble was, her body wasn't strong enough to take her far, and she had no where to go even if she could. She still tried, though. Often. At least twice a weak. She knew she was a horrible girl for causing such trouble, but she couldn't resist. The thought of freedom was to strong.

The demon's warriors had overrun the leaf village, and the Hyuuga's had snuck out, dragging her along as bait. Many leaf shinobi had managed to escape, but with their home base destroyed, it was only a matter of time before they gave up. Their only chance at winning was to kill the demon, but after the battle at their former home, he had returned to the desert. Now they were going to the desert, to make a false offering of peace, and she was the offering. Demons liked virgins, you see, so she could finally be of some use. So here she was, drugged, bound, tossed in the back of a cart and covered in rags, trying to figure out two things. First: what was a pike? And second: what was a virgin and why was it important?

Outskirts of Suna

Oh, she was so sneaky! She had stolen the antidote to the drugs! She had long decided that she didn't want to go to this demon, and was even now planning her latest escape attempt. She had heard the others talking about how the Gaara- demon drank the blood of his enemies and of how he ripped out their hearts and ate them. She had listened as they spoke of how he raped virgin girls before he skinned them alive, then tying them to a table to dissect them, throwing various chunks of flesh to his demonic offspring.

She wasn't sure what rape was, but the rest sounded horrible so it must be evil too. She knew it was selfish to not help her family, but she wanted to be free for once in her life. She also wanted to remain in one piece. So when night fell, she slipped out of her ropes and took off. One of the clan members spotted her and ran after her. The chase was on, and she ran through the streets of Suna, darting through back alleys and loosing her pursuer at a very large tower. As she rounded a corner she found skulls on long sticks with sharp metal tips. So that was what a pike was…

"Hey, you! Halt! Halt, I say!"

Now she had five guards chasing after her. So she streaked away, diving in a very tiny open window to emerge in a pile of dirty rags in an unlit room. She had accomplished and incredible feat. She was one of the very few who had breached security to get inside the Kazekage tower.

"How the hell did she do that?" one of the guards exclaimed.

"Never mind, we gotta get her or Lord Gaara Sama will have our heads"

So much for hoping that they would give up. She got up and took off, getting lost in a maze of hallways. Hearing screams coming from a room, she carefully entered. The first thing she saw was a very tall being. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Pale skin, dressed in black, with thick crimson hair, this being was far too lovely to be human. Stunned for a moment, she didn't immediately notice what was on the table in front of him. His back was too her, and he was so absorbed in his work that she may have slipped out if the person on the table hadn't turned his head and had seen her. It was the original pursuer.

"You bitch! This is all your fault! How dare you! When I get out of this, I'll kill you, you worthless bitch!"

This seemed to attract the being's attention, seeing as he turned toward her. It had just dawned on her that she had just walked into a torture chamber; she could see and smell the blood from the table.

"Well, well well, looks like I have two Hyuugas running amok in my country." His voice was dark, rich, and seemed to have a dry quality t it. This was the Gaara-demon, she realized. Panic overtook her and she bolted from the room.

"How interesting," Gaara mused to his prisoner. The table was flooded with blood, and he had already disemboweled his prey, winding the intestines on a spool studded with spikes.

"Guards, find the girl, and bring her to me." He said to the ones that had somehow managed to stay on her tail. He ignored the captive's pathetic sobs, phoning Kisame.

"Yeah, what's up Gaara nii?"

"Not much, wanna have some fun?"

"Sure, what ya got in mind?"

"Find the other Hyuugas and bring them in to be interrogated. I've got one, and the other's running around somewhere, so there has to be more."

"What the hell are they up to?!"

"Some half-assed assassination attempt, probably."

"Well, their probably runnin' scared by now, but I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, I'll have the girls keep your dinner warm."

"Eviko chan's mad at me."

"What did you do now?"

"I told her that she had a nice ass and should take strip lessons from Chiko chan. She's mad at me too."

"You dumb ass."

"Yeah, see you later.

Gaara had captured the akatasuki. The ones who surrendered were given curse marks by Gaara so that they had no choice but to obey him, but they had actually made out pretty good on the deal. The others were executed. He had four: Itachi, Kisame, Deidara, and Sasori. He suspected that Eviko and Kisame had a thing, but it had yet to be brought out in the open

At Gaara's mansion

She was still being chased by the guards, so she some how managed to climb up the side of the house. She scampered along the rounded roof, hoping to find a way down to the other side.

"Ha ha! I got you now, you little runt!" she turned around to see a scary shark man chasing after her. She dove for a chimney, but he caught her arm, wrenching it painfully. So she whipped around and chomped his hand. He dropped her with a particularly loud curse. She landed hard in the bottom. Fortunately for her it wasn't lit, or even hot, but she was now covered in soot.

"I'll get you, you- fuck!" she looked up. Shark man had gotten himself stuck head first in the chimney. As she bolted out into the room she heard strange voices.

"Hey, look guys; he's stuck with his ass in the air!"

"Let's smack his ass, un!"

"Kisame, you're an idiot."

"Shut up, Itachi. Deidara, you leave my ass alone!"

She bolted up a set of stairs (Black marble with a matching banister.) leaving a trail of soot behind her. She eventually found herself in a very large, dark room. Hearing the noises of people behind her, she bolted for the balcony, only to find herself trapped. There were guards below, but she couldn't remain up here, because of the ones behind her. But there was a pipe looking thing to her right, so maybe…

A hand grabbed her and spun her around, and she caught sight of a purple and tan face leering at her. She promptly bit his hand too, then used the pipes to crawl down part way. Feeling herself beginning to slip, she wedged herself between the pipe and the wall.

"How did she do that? The walls and the pipes are all designed to repel chakra!"

"Well, Kankuro, she's not using chakra."

"Itachi, that's, like, friggin' impossible, these walls are polished, the only one who can climb them like that is Gaara, she's not supposed to do that!"

"Well, she is. Deal with it."

"Hey, use your sharingan to –"

"No, if she falls, she'll die, and Gaara'll be pissed. She's not going anywhere; we'll just send someone to tell him about all of this."

In the distance, Kisame was yelling because Deidara was smacking his ass, trying to knock him loose. (And for the fun of it.)

Gaara was almost done when the messenger came in. Hmph, should have caught the girl when he had the chance. Now Kankuro was hurt, Kisame was stuck in his chimney, and the girl was trapped outside his room. Well, he would just have to finish up earlier than usual.

He reached down and plucked out the Hyuuga's eyes. He dropped them in a jar of preservative, picked up a scalpel, and slit the prisoner's throat, silencing those annoying screams. He then walked out.

Upon reaching his home, he found Kisame still stuck in the chimney, complaining that his ass hurt, his balls itched and that the wench had bit his hand. Gaara just rolled his eyes and made his way to his room.

"How bad is it?"

"She bit Kankuro on the hand, he might need stitches. She's still stuck down there."

"Alright, I'll get her," Gaara grumbled as he began to climb down.

When he reached her, he was actually surprised. This was no assassin or spy. This was a terrified- and a very dirty- little girl. She shrank away.

"Hey, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you, come here, Little One, you'll be ok," he cooed at her. She didn't respond, just stared at him with wide frightened eyes.

"What's your name?" no response.

He cocked his head to the side. "Can you speak?" she shook her head slightly no.

"Alright, well come here, let's get you inside and cleaned up, alright? I promise not to hurt you. Now, come on Little One." She hesitated a moment longer, but finally allowed herself to be scooped up in his arms.

"Good girl, now hold on tight, ok?" he held her with one arm as he climbed back up to his room. When he reached the balcony, he carried her bridal style inside.

Ok! Second chapter done! Hope you like! In my story, people in suna us lord or lady when they use sama. It's just a weird custom. Read and review!