All About Kyuubi

Summary: Gaara had thought life with Shukaku was hell. Then he met Naruto's sister. "Kyuubi…why is there a dead raccoon on the table?" "Tsunade suggested I find creative outputs for my anger. Care to guess who I'm pissed at?" Suddenly, his life didn't look so bad.

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto (But I wish I did!)

Warning: Cussing, violence, sex, drugs, ect. Seriously, this story is about two demons, mind the rating. You've been warned.

Side note: Thanks for all the reviews! I was really encouraged to jump right back into working on this fic when I saw how many of you responded positively and added it to your fav's list!

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Chapter Two: The mating rituals of Raccoons…

Kyuubi could tell that Shukaku was not one to take a bruised ego lightly. So far he had mostly stayed out of her way, but she could tell something was brewing underneath that unruly red mop of his. It was okay, though. She would wait; and when he struck, she would be ready.

And in the meantime, she would keep herself entertained by finding every single one of his tics.

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It took only a week for Tsunade to realize that restraints meant nothing to her two 'favorite' patients. Some days, she felt it was better handing over the keys to the facility and letting them walk around with weapons in their pockets, than to try and control the two from their antics. When their minds were set on something, nothing would stop them. Not even sedatives.

She had tried drugs at first, but unless they were both medicated at the same time, whichever one was sober would find ways to torment the other and vice versa. It only fueled the rivalry between the two, creating a larger headache for the blonde haired administrator when personnel came running and complaining about the new mess that was bound to follow in Shukaku or Kyuubi's wake. The only way she could see sedation techniques bringing any good would be if she could keep the two drugged up 24/7 and unfortunately her conscious wouldn't allow her to do that; never mind the fact that such an act would be considered medical malpractice and she would risk losing her mental health license.

Not even 10 days and she was already at her wits end trying to figure out what to do with the two most difficult patients that had ever been admitted to San Nin. And to think, neither was considered a legal adult yet.

Lucky for her, her grandson had unintentionally graced her with a moment of brilliance during his visit earlier that day. While she loved Naruto, Tsunade knew that it was Kyuubi who had inherited her son's genius. Unfortunately, the blond haired beauty inherited everything else from Minato's first wife, including her cold hearted desire to bring misery to anyone unlucky enough to catch her attention. Tsunade thanked whatever deity that had been responsible for Naruto inheriting Minato's second wife's kind gentle nature, and prayed that one day the boy's personality would rub off on his half-sister undoing the damage her mother had ingrained in the girl's fragile mental state.

Naruto was just stubborn enough that he wouldn't let Kyuubi's violent streak scare him away, either. If anyone could control that girl it was him, Tsunade was sure of it. And she was reminded of this fact when Kyuubi greeted her brother with enthusiasm during his daily visits. Tsunade watched as the smaller, freckled faced girl embraced her half-brother with a squeal of delight when he handed her a bag of various oil paints and brushes. It was in that moment that the mental health administrator realized the one thing that Kyuubi and Shukaku had in common that might just keep them from killing each other.

Both had a penchant for art, and took their work quite seriously.

So she signed them up with Deidara's art sessions, hoping to at least keep them out of her hair for a couple hours a day. Art was supposed to be therapeutic and if anything, she could treat it as an experiment to see if they could vent their anger in a way that wouldn't involve beating the living daylight out of each other…and those unlucky enough to get caught in their way.

Deep down, she had to admit that she was worried about letting them both inhabit the same room, at the same time, with a multiple range of possible weapons at their disposal. It didn't seem like best idea given their tendency to become violent at any given moment. Deidara only had a specific set of hours he could work in a week, however, and she just didn't have the extra funding to hire another activities coordinator so the two could have private lessons. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't handle any situation Kyuubi or Shukaku could cause if they got out of hand; Deidara was a seasoned vet when it came to dealing with mentally unstable patients. So she had to let it slide and hope that they would be too distracted with their various projects to notice the other's presence.

'Besides,' thought the stressed warden as she tried to make the best out of the situation. 'Just how much trouble can they get into using paint and paper?'

She really should have known that with those two…anything was possible. Lucky for her, they kept their war to a minimum in the art room and let their work do the fighting for them.

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Gaara's first impression of Kyuubi had been one of unadulterated shock. He had been preparing himself for one of Shukaku's numerous schemes to get out of being admitted to the mental facility and had instead walked in to find a petite female laughing maniacally while his brother laid sprawled on his back unconscious. It took a worthy opponent to go up against the twins and Gaara couldn't help but be impressed, even if a bit concerned.

His next impression of the blond haired beauty had been mostly the same. As he was visiting his brother early one morning, telling Shukaku about all the family drama that had occurred in his absence, Gaara had stopped mid-sentence when Kyuubi emerged from her bedroom wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and a pair of men's boxers; specifically ones he remember Shukaku owning. She walked confidently into the shared living room, stopping only to swipe a carton of milk off a breakfast cart and positioned herself on the armrest of the sofa he was sitting on.

Watching her as she tilted her head back and swallowed the beverage quickly in one breath, Gaara couldn't help but mumble a "Whoa" as a trail of the white liquid ran over her chin, down her neck, and disappeared in-between the shadows of her cleavage. Making a sound of satisfaction as she finished, she smiled and crushed the paper carton in her hand before tossing it at Shukaku's forehead and teasing, "Got milk?"

Gaara thought for sure that he would have to hold Shukaku back from killing the girl where she sat, but to his amazement, his twin only glared coldly causing the semi-naked girl to laugh. After a long staring contest between Kyuubi and his twin, Shukaku finally turned his attention back to Gaara in a commanding tone. "Don't stare at her Gaara, she'll suck out your soul and eat your heart for breakfast."

Laughing, Kyuubi stood and stroked Gaara's cheek gently with her fingertips as she passed his seat. "Awww, don't listen to him Gaara. He's just bitter because I think you're cuter than he is."

"We look exactly the same." The more outspoken of the redheads growled in defense. "If you're attracted to Gaara, than you're attracted to me as well. And why are you wearing my underwear?"

Shukaku all but shouted the last part.

"Because I know it pisses you off." She smirked over her shoulder as she walked slowly back the way she first entered. "And Gaara's more innocent, making him oh, so corruptible. No matter how hard you try, it's just something you'll never achieve my dear raccoon. I can't help but want to taint him."

She blew a kiss in Gaara's direction and walked into her room.

Gaara sat wide eyed and frozen in his seat. What had just happened? Was she seriously trying to seduce him?

Letting his eyes find Shukaku's, his brother only made one simple statement. "Don't even think about it; she's mine."

And because he always did what Shukaku told him to do, he obeyed without question.

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It was an unspoken rule that Shukaku and Kyuubi put their silent war on hold whenever one of them had a visitation from their respective parental figures. It was only an hour each week, but both teens always felt physically and emotionally drained afterwards. So when Shukaku saw Kyuubi curled up on the couch, a blank expression on her freckled face, he lifted her in his arms with the mutual understanding that the white flag was drawn.

"What are you doing?" Kyuubi asked weakly, snuggling unconsciously into his hold. It slightly bothered Shukaku that she lacked the energy to fight him, despite their declared hate for each other.

"Tenzou is concerned you haven't eaten anything today. He wants to call Tsunade, and since she'd probably find a way to blame me, I'm taking you to your room to force food down your throat."

A small, quiet, laugh escaped from Kyuubi. "If you're concerned about me, you can just say so; you don't have to make excuses. But don't take me to my room, take me to yours."

Shukaku stopped walking, shifting her weight in his arms. "Why my room?"

"My roommate has anxiety issues; I frighten her." She simply replied.

"Since when do you care if you frighten anyone?" he asked, resuming his pace but in the direction of his own room, as she requested.

Kyuubi sighed into his chest, her hot breath felt through the thin cotton of his white t-shirt. "Hinata is different. She's too kind and too caring to belong in a place like this. She's so painfully shy and timid that all I have to do is look at her and she starts to shake uncontrollably, but she's so in love with my brother that she tries to be polite to me regardless. Naruto may be cute, but not many girls would put up with me to be with him, so I don't want to scare this one away. Now I just have to get her to confess. In the meantime, make it known that no one is to mess with her or they'll have to deal with me. Got it, Coon?"

The use of her pet name for him made Shukaku smirk knowing that the aggressive part of her personality was returning. Kyuubi was just more fun when she was in a fighting mood. "That just makes me want to mess with her more, Fox."

"I mean it, Sabaku. Leave her alone." The seriousness in her tone left no room for argument. Shukaku rolled his eyes as he stepped into his bedroom.

"Fine, I get it. You like her. I'll leave the Hyuuga girl alone, but I have two conditions." He placed her carefully on his bed and pulled the curtain closed around them. Even though he was currently the only patient assigned to the room, he still liked his privacy. "The first, you have to stop messing with Gaara every time he visits. He may look tough, but he's mentally a pussy. And I don't like it when he gets hurt."

Kyuubi pushed herself up the bed until she was leaning against the headboard and made room for him as she nodded. "Deal. And the second?"

Shukaku sat beside her, his voice changing to one of concern for once. "Fess up on what the old hag said this time to bother you so much."

It wasn't so much that he really cared, but if Kyuubi was lost in one of her moods than it would put an end to their ongoing feud. If their feud was put on hold, than Shukaku no longer had anything to keep him entertain for the remaining 18 months of his sentence. He had long ago come to the conclusion that there was just no way he would ever be getting out on good behavior.

When it seemed like she was still hesitating from speaking, Shukaku reached his hand under her jaw and turned her head with his fingertips. He was slightly surprised to find moistened, blood-shot eyes where he was used to seeing an angry fire-filled gaze.

"Kyuubi." He whispered, using a voice he saved for the countless girls he had seduced in the past. "You can tell me. I understand."

It wasn't the first time they had talked together about the mental and sometimes physical abuse bestowed upon them, finding solace in each other despite their uncharacteristic relationship. It was, however, harder each time to relinquish such information, when each teen was so accustomed to keeping their feelings hidden under lock and key.

Eventually, one always got the other to open up. "She told me, that I didn't deserve to be Minato's daughter. That the only reason she didn't have an abortion was because she needed me if she wanted access to Minato's money after their divorce."

Minato Namikaze. Shukaku had long ago learned that Kyuubi was the heiress daughter of the famed artist, but he still found it slightly shocking each time he heard her mention her late father's name. While similar in looks she was the complete opposite of everything the Konoha hero represented. What he found even more amazing was that her half-brother, Naruto Uzumaki, was also Minato's heir. The younger blond was less known about due to circumstances covering up his parents' affair, and the publicity surrounding Kyuubi on a regular basis, but when placed next to his sister there was no denying the family resemblance between the two.

"She blamed me for Minato and Kushina's death." Suddenly, Kyuubi was bursting into tears, leaving Shukaku staring at her stunned. Pulling her legs to her chest she lowered her head and cried into her knees.

He didn't know what it was about Kyuubi. She was either crying or pissed off. Angry, he could deal with; he had enough anger boiling under his skin that he could match her blow for blow on most days. When she cried however, he was at a total loss. He had learned from experience that remarking on it or making fun of her had unfavorable outcomes and avoided them at all costs. He felt awkward patting her on the back and telling her it would be okay—like he had watched in his 'sharing' groups—when he knew in Kyuubi's case it probably wouldn't. Kyuubi's mother was a total bitch and thoroughly enjoyed tormenting her daughter, and everyone knew it. Besides, Shukaku wasn't the type to comfort and Kyuubi wasn't the type to appreciate that kind of gesture. Normally, in this situation he would get up and leave her alone until she was back to her normal self, but they were in his room leaving that option unacceptable to him this time.

As her crying grew louder, and her body quivered more violently, he decided something had to be done to shut her up before she sent every single one of his nerves on edge. On pure instinct, he lifted her head with his hands on either side of her cheeks, leaning in until he covered her mouth with his to stop the sobs. Her body stiffened, and he froze with his lips against hers before pushing her away and realizing what he had just done.

"I can't believe I just did that." He blurted, surprised at his actions.

Kyuubi stared at him with a dumbstruck expression on her tear stained face. "Did you just kiss me?"

"No." he shook his head, trying to find an excuse that seemed plausible for the situation. "I wanted you to stop crying, so I covered your mouth—"

"With your own?" her voice raised an octave with every word she spoke. "I can't believe you just did that!"

Well, he had thought it was a good idea at the time.

"It got you to stop, didn't it?" he defended, slouching back against the headboard hoping his relaxed posture would hide the embarrassment he felt.

Muffled laughter escaped from his side. He looked at Kyuubi just in time to catch her covering her mouth with her palm. He found himself glaring at her, even though deep down he was glad he had been able to pull her out of the dark mood she had been sinking into. Now they could continue with their war on equal terms, the way he liked.

"What?" he practically growled, letting himself fall back into their usual routine.

She shook her head, having trouble speaking between outbursts. "Nothing, it's just..."

"It's just…what?" He narrowed his eyes. A laughing Kyuubi was never to be trusted.

"It's just…" she wiped the remainder of her tears with the bottom of her blue cotton tank-top, flashing him the toned stomach underneath in the process. Whether it was intentional or not, he would never know. "It's just, I never realized how blatantly in love with me you are."

"Excuse me?" he deadpanned. "You think I'm what?"

"In love with me." She answered smugly, choosing this moment to examine her nails. Shukaku couldn't help but notice that her fit of laughter had been replaced with complete nonchalance to the entire situation. Oh, yes, she was most certainly up to something. "It was bound to happen, eventually. I am gorgeous, and you are a guy. It's only natural that you would become attracted to me."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You are out of your ego-centric mind."

"Obviously." She snickered.

He stared at her, annoyed.

"Oh, come on!" she huffed, feigning a pout. "You can't honestly say that in the six months we've known each other that you haven't once undressed me with your eyes."

Unfortunately, she spoke the truth. But he wasn't about to admit that to her. "No, I haven't."

"Really?" Kyuubi's expression became playful and he suddenly found his shoulder being held against the headboard, while she situated herself into a straddling position over his lap. He clenched his teeth, fighting to keep his stoic expression as she tempted him by pressing against his body and trailing wet kisses along his jawline.

"So this doesn't affect you at all?" she whispered seductively into his ear, the heat of her breath sending shivers down his spine and making his face hot.

"N-not at all." he stuttered, resisting the urge to run his twitching fingers up her exposed thighs. For once he cursed the fact that she always seemed to be wearing ridiculously short skirts—or in today's case, ridiculously short running shorts.

"How 'bout this, then?"

Shukaku felt his head pulled back roughly, as Kyuubi gripped his hair in her fist. Her lips crashed against his and his eyes fluttered shut as he succumbed to the feelings of lust she was creating in his body. Not one to give up the fight for dominance easily in any situation against the blue eyed devil, he flipped their positions so that she would know what it felt like to be underneath him for once.

Smirking at the gasping sound she made as he broke off their kiss to pay attention to her neck, he was quite surprised that she hadn't beat the hell out of him yet for the amount of exploring his hands were doing over her curves. Apparently, her little plan to humiliate him for kissing her had backfired, and his touch affected her more than she was willing to admit.

"I thought you said you weren't in love with me?" she finally said, causing him to pull away from the tender skin he had been sucking on, so he could catch a glimpse of the expression on her face. Normally, he would call what he saw shock, but even a shocked Kyuubi was a calculating Kyuubi, and he had been around the girl long enough to know that the wheels behind her freckled face were always turning. He knew his observations were correct when she added with a knowing look. "To me, it seems you can't resist touching every part of my body with those wandering hands of yours."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with you." He grinned wickedly, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck he had yet to mark. "That just means I want to do you."

"Really?" she purred, pulling his head towards her until she was whispering into his ear. "What else?"

Shukaku kissed the sensitive spot under her lobe, smirking in satisfaction when he was rewarded by the sound of her low moan. "I want to make you scream my name."

"Is that all?" she asked barely above a whisper. He suddenly tensed. There was a trace of amusement in her tone that wasn't there a moment ago. It was the only warning he got that she was still playing with him before she let out a blood-curling scream. "NO, SHUKAKU! GET OFF ME!"

"You. Evil. Bitch." He hissed, hearing the sound of footsteps rushing down the hall.

"Like I'd ever let you on top." He could almost hear the smirk on her face before Kyuubi started shouting again. "Let go! I said stop! NO! Stop touching me, Shukaku!"

He should have known better than to believe that Kyuubi would ever let him gain the upper hand, even for a minute. As he was roughly yanked off the smirking girl, he knew he had a long week of solitary confinement ahead of him; but found solace in the fact that when he was released, he would make her pay.

Smiling sadistically as Tenzou dragged him down the hall, he comforted himself in the fact that in the end, she would be screaming his name.

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"I'm not stupid, Kyuubi. I know that whatever happened in that room, you set that boy up." Tsunade said, walking alongside her devious granddaughter.

Instead of denying the claim, Kyuubi laughed out loud and paused in her walk to point down the hall towards Shukaku's open doorway. "Would you rather we were having sex right now? I'm sure he won't mind if I go back to his room and pick up where we left off."

The petite blonde had the audacity to walk back in the direction of the red head's bedroom despite the dirty look Tsunade gave her.

Hitting the back of Kyuubi's head and pushing her forward once again, the aging mental health care worker reprimanded the younger girl. "Keep moving. As if you two don't give me enough problems; the last thing I need is you getting pregnant."

Kyuubi snickered. "You don't have to worry about that. I have no intention of procreating with that loon."

The look on Tsunade's face must have shown how unconvinced she was, because her granddaughter added, "Had I not shouted out when I did, he probably would have kissed me again. Kissing would have led to more touching and touching would have led to clothing being removed. I'm not on birth control and he wouldn't have a condom on him due to the stupidity of the hospital rules—which seem to think there is a possibility of someone ending their life by swallowing and choking to death on a rubber object—so the chance of me becoming pregnant after that type of encounter with Shukaku is too high for me to be comfortable with. Since I have no desire to procreate anytime soon, I shouted knowing that Tenzou would come running and Shukaku would be put in isolation for at least the night—removing the possibility of him trying to seduce me after bedtime."

Tsunade stared at Minato's first child in awe. It was in moments like this that she wondered if there was a possibility of Kyuubi making something out of her life after all. "You're a lot smarter than you let on, you know that kid? But the way your mind works is frightening. Are you sure you and Naruto are related?"

Kyuubi gave a lopsided grin, one normally seen on the face of her half-brother. "I sure hope not. He ruins my reputation."

"I just hope Naruto doesn't ever tap into that kind of intelligence you hide underneath that thick scull of yours." Tsunade said in a half serious tone, as she tapped the girl's forehead non to gently with her fist. "If you're the example to go by, than God help us; he's enough trouble without a brain to back up his antics."

"But think of how much fun he would be." Kyuubi seemed to ponder the idea, her index finger tapping rhythmically against her bottom lip. "Maybe I'll start giving him pointers."

Just thinking about it, Tsunade could already feel a new headache brewing. "Keep walking, kid. You've still got an art lesson to go to."

Ignoring the older woman, Kyuubi continued to think out loud. "Maybe, I'll start him with something small—I know! I can implant the idea to draw his classmates naked! His art is as good as mine! And I know deep down he's a closet pervert!"

"DAMN IT, KYUUBI! YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE JIRAIYA!"

"Epp!" shrieked the freckled face blonde, as a hand reached out to grab her by the collar. Not wanting to be subjected to one of her grandmother's lectures about respecting female bodies or receive a knot on the head, Kyuubi made a run for it down the hall.

For the rest of the day, Tsunade chased her scheming granddaughter around the ward, trying to knock the twisted ideas out of the younger girl's head with the backhand of her fist.

One way or another, that girl was going to give up her delinquent ways; even if it meant fixing violence with violence.

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End note: There you have it. This chapter was a bit longer than the first so I'm hoping it was still an easy read. I promise Gaara will make more of an appearance later on, but I'm still trying to set up the plot a bit before he makes his main début. As you can tell I'm trying to give Kyuubi and Shukaku a personality besides their demon sides without making them carbon copies of the characters they are based off of. I'm finding Shukaku to be a little more difficult though...

The next chapter has a few more stars entering in the mix for our demons to interact with…so hopefully everything will come together the way I want it then...hehe.

As always, I'd love to hear what you think!

Oh! And here's a preview!

Chapter Three Preview: The clan of the fox…

"Hey! You look just like Gaara! Except he has a tattoo on his forehead." Kyuubi snickered at her overexcited brother behind her easel while he tried to make conversation with the one she now referred to as 'Coon'. Normally, she would be the one trying to agitate the cocky redhead, but Naruto was doing such a good job at it on his own that she decided playing silent for a while would achieve her mission much faster than if she intervened.