A/N: Yay, chapter 2 is here! How are you enjoying Miyako's misery my pretties? Is it to your satisfaction? Well the pain will only continue in this chapter appropriately named "Bearing/Baring all. Ps. that means that there will mentions of rape and psychological torture in this chapter, if that makes you uncomfortable then just skip all of the Obito/ Miyako parts. Anyway, on to the reviewer love!
Red X17: Could you…maybe not? I don't want to be maimed, then how will you find out what happens to our dear Miyako?
Kuesuno: In my mind Gaara's sort of dense, not as dense as our adorable main character Naruto is at times, but dense enough to where he'll believe it's something else rather than connect it back to his past.
Alyce DreamEater: Yeah, you're going to hate him even more after this chapter is over…just saying.
jus4theheckofit98: You're welcome. The greatness will only continue I hope.
anonymous: Obito gets 30 wishes because, by my estimation, he is thirty years old. I forgot to mention this last chapter, but since my most reliable database doesn't provide an age for Obito I just guestimated that he was around or the same age as Kakashi considering they were on the same team. Gaara, when he found Miyako, was five, so he only gets five wishes. Theoretically both Gaara and Obito could wish for more wishes, but Obito's wished for her to follow his every order which is essentially the same thing and Gaara forgot about her after forcing her back inside the lamp, hell he still isn't even aware that she's a genie, so there was no way for him to wish for more wishes. I feel like that's a longer answer to your question than necessary. Also, thanks for the love :).
TMC-Yuki: Teehee, you will just have to wait and see my darling. Mwhahahaha. And yes, you won! :).
ILOVEANIME123: I'll see what I can do about that, tee hee. ;)
Quoted: Indeed, he is not.
GMNASAI: …I think I'm going to have to write a side story for you explaining all this, because you seem to be confused about a lot of things…anyway thanks for the review(s).
Sky65: Your wish is my command, and you will just have to wait and see how it turns out just like everybody else.
Anyway, on with the story, oh but first we have a word from our sponsor!
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Bearing/Baring All
Tobi did vicious things to Miyako when he was bored.
For instance, when Deidara managed to hide himself particularly well one day, Tobi thought it would be fun to test the limits of Miyako's pain.
"Think of it," He drawled as he sank another kunai slowly into her arm, "as a preparation of war. I need to know how useful you're going to be to me."
On the outside she wasn't allowed to scream, he did allow her to make faces as he stabbed her, but no noise. He was still trying to put up the front of a "good master" to the others.
On the inside she was raving and screaming, not only in physical pain but in emotional turmoil, especially when Tobi would coo that he would do this same thing to Gaara when given the chance.
But physical wounds healed, hers particularly fast, the true torture was his verbal assaults and the thoughts he caused her imagination to stir up.
That became his new favorite game when Deidara somehow escaped him, alternating between physical torture; his excuses ranged from the need to protect from Ninjutsu, ninja tools, etc, to mental torture, his favorite most of all was Tsukiyomi, but instead of her suffering 72 hours of pain she was chained up and forced to watch Gaara suffer 72 hours of pain.
At first it was hard enough to watch, but then Tobi grew bored of her just crying out in pain and actually allowed her to be unchained to touch the vivid hallucination Gaara, only to fail in causing him any relief. This happened a few times, only growing progressively worse each time, but it was nothing compared to the first time Tobi made hallucination-Gaara speak.
His voice was like water to her dehydrated body that was burning in the desert. That flat lull that she was so obsessed with, that she had suffered a week without, was finally speaking to her again, and it didn't matter that it was all to fuel a fantasy.
Of course it wasn't there to make her feel better, at least not in the end goal.
"Shh, shh, Gaara, I'm sorry. Shh, I promise it'll be okay." She sobbed, despite the fact that she knew it wasn't really Gaara, just the thought of this happening to him sent her into a frenzied state. No, the deadly promise of this happening to him practically drove her mad with grief, guilt and rage.
"M-miyako." He panted after the pain lulled.
It was a complete shock; she froze appropriately at the sound and looked up dumbfounded at the still pained looking face of her love.
"G-Ga-" She choked, emotions warring between happiness and wariness.
"Miyako, I-" A cough cut his precious words short. Miyako, who was kneeling unknowingly at his feet, watched transfixed as a drop of blood trickled from his heaving lips, rolled down his chin and dripped until it was gone from her vision.
The feeling of a warm wet liquid falling down her face snapped her out of her reverie and sent her into a spasmodic state as per her nature.
She lunged up clutching his face gently in her hands while urging him to stay silent with whispered hisses and "I know Gaara, don't speak, you're in pain."
"No," He rasped, shaking his head out of her grasp, "I need-"
"What is it? I'll get whatever you need."
His face, which had been previously looking down, snapped up to her suddenly with a vicious look in those gorgeous seafoam eyes.
"Get away from me." He hissed, the sudden movement sending waves of pain throughout his body.
She shook her head, misinterpreting his aggressive nature to be concern for her, "Gaara-"
"I said get away from me, I hate you!"
Miyako shrunk back as if slapped, eyes wide in disbelief as her hallucination-Gaara sat there seething.
"It's your fault!" He yelled this time much stronger, "I hate you!"
"Stop…" She cried. "I didn't mean to, please believe me." She reached out a shaking hand to appease him somehow but his hateful glare had her retreating once again.
"You killed them!"
"Stop…no. Gaara-"
Suddenly the sentiments seem to come from all sides; all in Gaara's beautiful voice to assault her with the interchanging phrases of "you killed them" "it's your fault" but worst of all "I hate you."
"STOP!" She screamed, curling in on herself to escape her truth, her past and her future.
"That's it Miyako-chan~, ingrain that image in your mind. Gaara hates you, just like the rest of them. I can't have you loving the enemy after all, but just in case the message hasn't gotten through yet, we will do this every day until it does." Obito purred before leaving her there to dwell in her own nightmares.
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Gaara couldn't believe it, he refused to.
In between his fingers was the Hokage's letter informing him of the possible reasons for Miyako's missing body.
There was the obvious, that Miyako had lied to them all by faking her death, brilliantly he might add, to escape execution from either Suna or Konoha.
'But then why would she travel all the way back here to pose as my head ANBU?'
Thinking about the ramifications of that just made his head hurt, so he moved on to other matters, like the second reason.
The Edo Tensei, otherwise known as the Impure Reanimation Jutsu.
'But for what purpose would someone have in reanimating Miyako, to gather valuable information from us? It's plausible, but I have to hear what Temari says, the original reason for requesting the unearthing of Miyako's body could lead us in a different direction.'
Just then Temari knocked on the door and Gaara, eager to solve this puzzling mystery, hastly invited her inside.
"You wanted to see me?" He motioned her to take a seat as an answer and then proceeded to stare her down as if he could receive all truth by suddenly developing mind reading abilities.
"Why did you order Miyako's body unearthed the first time?" It was better to be frank with Sabaku's, they didn't believe in beating around the bush.
Temari though seemed to be edging around the answer nervously, almost as if she didn't understand the reputation of their name…
"Temari." He only had so much patience to demand once.
She sighed in defeat. "Naruto didn't want me to tell you…"
His implied raised eyebrow urged her to continue, though he was still trying to digest why Naruto would want to keep…well anything from him.
"The day…Ichibi was extracted from you…Miyako's something, ghost, spirit whatever, appeared and starting attacking everyone. I only debate what it was because at first they could not hit it with physical attacks, but while Chiyo-san was healing you something happened and the ghost became vulnerable to physical attacks and even started talking and then it just…chipped away, seemingly dying."
Gaara didn't say anything for several seconds, which wasn't really a surprise considering he didn't talk much anyway, but Temari knew her brother and could feel the acute change in his demeanor as he tried to take it all in.
"That doesn't sound characteristic of the Edo Tensei." He finally murmured.
"Kakashi-sensei didn't think so either, he included in his report a theory that it was a less sophisticated version of the Edo Tensei, although we've never heard of such a thing."
"And if it was Edo Tensei that still begs the question of who used it and for what purpose." Gaara shared aloud, hoping that it could somehow inspire his sister with an answer that was escaping him.
"I don't know Gaara," she sighed, "all of this is too much to take in in my opinion. When we think on it we know absolutely nothing about Maki Miyako except what she told us, and even then that could be a lie. No one's ever heard of her in the village aside from the elders, and it's not like our father is alive for us to question whether or not she was really working under him."
It seemed that even answers brought on more questions, questions Gaara didn't want to deal with; questions that forced him to analyze the one relationship he was just starting to accept.
'I just wanted to be understood, cared for, loved…Miyako wherever you are I just hope you know that I'm sorry, and that I wish you'd just come back to me.'
G/M
As if Miyako's days with Obito weren't hard enough as it was, the other two Uchiha's kept popping up to deal out more stress to her than necessary.
While Obito would torture her relentlessly when bored, furious, sometimes even content, Itachi just…stared.
And yet it wasn't just staring, she knew that Uchiha's didn't just stare. She knew that Itachi was formulating some sort of plan around her; he was measuring her and analyzing her within an inch of her life, she just couldn't figure out the purpose.
She couldn't be too put out by his staring though, because while he stared at her with a calculating gaze, she was also staring at him. She never looked at Itachi with ulterior motives though, she was only trying to figure out what made him tick. He didn't seem to hate her, unlike the other two Uchiha she knew, he didn't seem to particularly like her either though, just like the two other Uchiha she knew too, he just seemed…unperturbed by her presence or more strangely, if she was reading him right, contented by her presence.
She doubted that that was the case, why would an Uchiha, much less the supposed murderous Itachi Uchiha, be affected by her presence at all? Why would he be content with it was an even better question?
While she was on that topic of death and destruction there was a key ingredient about Itachi that just didn't fit the image painted of him, and that was the murderous aura she'd seen in other killers that were supposedly a similar case. Itachi just seemed to lack an unquenched bloodlust that she'd observed in ninja, hell even Gaara for a time, he mostly radiated, well, grief. It was a curious thing to process, Itachi, an Uchiha and murderer of his own clan, the very reason Sasuke harbored hate in his heart and possessor of the most powerful technique of the Uchiha the Mangekyo Sharingan, was plagued not by the haughtiness of his former fellow clansmen or the smugness of having killed them all, but sadness.
Miyako was generally a good judge of character, or at least she'd like to think she was, and if she was right there was more to Itachi than a former ANBU turned crazed killer. It was only matter of finding out what that more was.
To add to the frustration of the bastard-ness of Obito and the mystery that was Itachi, talk of the wayward Sasuke Uchiha sprung up and the news seemed caught between comforting and aggravating for her master.
"He has killed Orochimaru." Obito announced out of the blue whilst they were alone in his room as he stroked her hair. He seemed to have an odd fascination with her hair.
She instinctively knew that he wanted her opinion, but not just any opinion, the right opinion, and so she had to choose her words carefully.
"This is good, is it not?" He certainly couldn't have wanted Sasuke to remain in the hands of the pedophilic snake; after all he was his relative and though she doubted he cared out of some sort of sibling love Sasuke could prove to be beneficial to his plans.
"Zetsu tells me that he has joined up with three other little misfits in an effort to hunt down Itachi."
"You think that they will trace Itachi here and will impede with your plans?"
"No." His fist tightened in her hair, sending uncomfortable shocks of pain rocketing down her spine that ripped a groan from her throat.
"Itachi is no threat to me or Tsuki No Me; he has been waiting for his death for nearly a decade, he will meet Sasuke to insure his plans for him are completed."
"And you are sure that these are not against your own?"
She knew that it was the wrong question to ask when her face met the floor and then she was painfully pulled up by her hair to face the rapidly spinning Sharingan that communicated her master's fury.
Her panic surfaced at the thought of being forced back into the horrible illusions of Gaara dying and hating her, but she did not expect to be thrown back onto the bed and secured with chakra string to the headboard.
"Tell me Miyako-chan~, and give your honest answer please, are you plotting to use Itachi as a means for escape? Is that why you've been looking at him so closely?"
"N-no." She croaked, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Oh? But you are plotting to somehow escape me aren't you?"
She moved her head to say no, but at the appearance of a kunai from Obito's cloak and the prompt to say only the truth she was forced to admit that she didn't want to stay with him.
"Ah, is that so? Why do you wish to escape me Miyako-chan~ your master?"
"You're an Uchiha and I'm afraid of you. You mean to rob the world of free will and you abuse me-" She listed but paused out of necessity when a kunai was suddenly thrust into her heart.
She couldn't very well scream, she still wasn't allowed to express any emotion, but she'd be damned if she wasn't screaming in her head.
"Do you feel that pain Miyako-chan~? That is what you do to my heart when you lie to me." To demonstrate further he twisted the kunai deeper into the organ; delighting in the red substance spilling forth and the spasm that came along with the action.
"B-but," She coughed blood pluming from her lips as her lungs filled with the liquid.
"I want the real reason you choose to silently defy me Miyako-chan~ and none of those bullshit excuses."
"B-because you took me away from my friends-" She gasped between bloody coughs, more blood spilling forth from her wound and her mouth, unfortunately these words made matters worse as the knife was plunged deeper into her heart and Obito's hand was knuckle deep in her blood.
"Say his name." Obito prompted in a vicious snarl.
"Gaara," she gasped finally, coughing blood on Obito's mask that covered sadistic glee, "you took me away from Gaara."
The knife was then pulled out of her skin with a sickening squelch. Obito carelessly tossed the bloody object to the ground to focus instead on Miyako's steadily blanching face; caressing his fingers softly from her temple to her jaw as he whispered.
"Why do you treat me with such disdain Miyako-chan~? Why do you blame me when all I tried to do was help you?"
He cupped her jaw and stroked her lips red as he continued to speak in a hurt tone.
"I took you in when Gaara did not believe in you, when you were weak and dying because of him. I took you away from your self-imposed suffering to give you a chance at a better life and this is how you repay me?"
He tightened his hold on her jaw and shoved his thumb in her mouth as his voice dropped to a chilling degree.
"Defying orders, questioning my authority and worst of all loving that scum." Her heart wrenched at the word while her tongue raised itself against his thumb to protest, but he pushed it down steadfastly.
"But if that is what you desire, than I will give it to you. I will show you what a relationship with that monster would be like."
Then she was looking into sea foam eyes instead of a swirling mask and the illusion had her breathlessly fooled.
Obito had him down almost perfect, the bright red hair, the subtle eyes, peachy pink lips against alabaster skin that stretched over a thin frame, the only thing out of place was…
The crazed tilt of the lips.
The image shattered of her love and her slowly mending heart beat painfully at the reminder that the person in front of her was not Gaara, it was a monster.
"I will break you of this false love and remind you who you belong to." It said in Gaara's voice, the grin stretching wider if possible.
Pain met the side of her face and it took the sudden change in angle for Miyako to realize that the imposter Gaara had slapped her, hard if the warm sensation sliding down her cheek had anything to say.
"I was always monster Miyako, even when you met me at five years old." Faux Gaara's impassive voice droned, sliding his blunt nails harshly down through the rivulets of blood on her cheek to smear a trail down to her chest.
"Why else would I have been so easily swayed to be rid of you even when you claimed to love me?"
Miyako's chest rose and fell in tempo with the direction of her thoughts, panic setting in at "Gaara's" words.
'No, how could he have known so much about our relationship? Was he planning this from the very beginning? But why, and how?'
"I never needed you, even when it seemed you were the only one who could understand me. Perhaps when we were younger and all we had was each other, but then I realized that I needed only myself and gave into the impulses of my true nature."
Her heaving chest was suddenly ripped of the only thing that kept it from the stinging cold of the room, but her mind was busy trying to deny any accusations this false Gaara made.
'It's not real, Gaara's different now and he did need me to some extent, because I understood him. I can't listen to Obito, don't listen to Obito, it's a lie, it's not real!''
"I know what you're thinking about, you're thinking about how I wished you back to me; convincing yourself that I needed you. It's sad how you take a mere moment of weakness seriously, did you not think about the consequences of my actions?"
Her chest was grabbed with a bruising force as he asked the question, like he was hanging a threat over her head if she said the wrong answer.
"You came to me in my time of monstrosity in an attempt to better me and I didn't even recognize you, you were a hindrance to me; only causing me confusion and anger. I used you as an outlet for these mixed emotions; my greatest desire was to instill the fear you lacked when around me."
She was groped and yanked around as he made his point, making the chakra strings cut into her wrists and more blood gush onto the white sheets; causing him to smile wider if it was even possible.
The kunai that Obito had previously thrown was back in the faux Gaara's hands, the pointed tip making a small trail of blood from her neck down to her pants.
"When that didn't work, you had to die. And though I acted as though I mourned at your loss, I couldn't have been happier. You were finally eradicated from my life; your death erased all my confusion so that I could be a normal person; so that I could find my own path and gain the love and respect I deserved. I fared better without you and at the discovery of your continuing livelihood I will still fare better without you."
Her skirt was ripped off during this soliloquy and her shoes were thrown some other place, but her expression, because she was still not allowed, remained unphased though she screamed on the inside.
"Because all you do is bring pain Miyako, you couldn't love me the right way when we were six, you couldn't change me with the same love when we were thirteen, and you brought chaos to the ninja world with your life now. But if you desire so desperately to continue to love me, and require me the same love for you, I'll give you what I know of love; what you deserve."
Miyako didn't believe the smooth, cooing voice for a second and she fought against the dark voices in her head that attempted to convince her that this is how Gaara would treat her; that these words were what Gaara really felt.
The rustle of cloth had her breath quickening again, but she stubbornly looked to the side so she wouldn't have to see the act, or be fooled by it.
Her hips were gripped harshly between iron fingers as she scrambled desperately to the back of her mind to block out every sensation, every word and every feeling that might be evoked during the upcoming act.
Warm breath hit her ear as their pair of hips meshed together, setting her skin ablaze despite herself, and "Gaara" implored in a whisper: "look at me."
She had to, she had no choice. There eyes connected sea foam to purple when pain bloomed more intense than all the others, causing her eyes to screw shut from the force of it all.
Miyako bared it through the darkness of her eyelids and even when it was over, never once opening her eyes to face the reality of what had transpired, even "Gaara's" words were lost to her, had he said "clean this up"?
It was only when the door slammed shut to the bathroom that she allowed herself out of the construct of her dreams and back into what was the aches, pains and bruises of her truth.
It was only then that she bared all.
G/M
Uhhh, please don't send me hate mail?
I hoped you sort of enjoyed that chapter…the next one won't be nearly as…angering.
Anyway on to good news, Alyce DreamEater and GMNASAI have submitted their ideas to me, TMC did to, but I'm not sure if she wants me to use that idea so…
Alyce wants me to do a side story where Gaara and Miyako's fate is twisted after he unknowingly wishes her from the lamp. You will all be very glad to know that he actually recognizes her, and then events play out from there. I think I'm going to title it: The Wishful Thinker: An Alternate Reality. If you think of a better title though, PM or review me peeps!
GMNASAI wants me to do a chapter/ side thingy where I explain Miyako's life before she became a genie. I haven't yet decided if I want that to be a side thing or if I'll just include it as some sort of filler later in TDM.
Anyways, all I have left to hear from are waterflygirl and Night Kaminari. So if you guys are out there and you still love me, review/ PM me!
That's all lovelies, see you next week, ideally anyway,
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