Malignant

Chapter Two

-Hypnotized-

Akito stopped at the top of a hill, taking a deep breath as he looked out at the familiar area from all those years ago. He hadn't been here since the night his father had been killed, the night his life had changed forever. He was glad that his uncle had taken him in, because he had trained rigorously for this day. At nineteen years, he was ready to murder the samurai that had made him an orphan.

His ebony hair was longer, his bangs falling over his eyes just slightly. He was tall, with a lean frame and broad shoulders. His kimono and yukata were black, an exotic samurai sword strapped to his waist. He made his way towards the village, his face carefully blank so as not to give away the excitement he was feeling about the blood to come.

As he made his way through the village, he glanced around to see the attractions and escape routes, while also looking for his father's murderer. He had done a lot of research over the years, and found out that he was a somewhat wealthy man that was very influential in this part of the country. He didn't know where to find him exactly, but he did know this: his name was Sabaku no Gaara, and he had hair as red as blood, and eyes that bore through to your soul.

He smirked at the description he had been given by many. He couldn't wait to see if it was actually true of the man, or just an exaggeration, something many people felt they had to do when asked a question about someone of importance.

Something pricked at his senses, an intoxicating scent of jasmine and wildflowers. He looked around for the source, his nose screaming for him to find out who it was. His forest green gaze landed on the back of a woman then, glued to her short pastel pink hair and curvaceous behind that was bent over slightly as she selected some apples from a cart. The Uchiha quickly ducked behind one of the other vendors, watching her as she continued to shop for groceries.

She was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of jade, her body, despite being hidden under her green kimono, was one any man would want, and when she smiled or laughed, it drew everyone's attention. And it was then that Akito knew he just had to have her. He could kill his father's murderer later, right now he had a woman that needed bedding.

She continued to shop, and Akito continued to follow her. Eventually she finished, all of her purchases making the basket she was carrying too heavy. She turned and headed off towards the houses of the village, and the ebony haired demon smirked. Now he would be able to find her later tonight and visit her.

They came upon a nice looking abode, one that was kept up very nicely. It wasn't too extravagant, but not an ugly place either. He moved so that he could watch her inside her home, since he wanted to know exactly what he was going to have to deal with concerning taking her innocence. She went straight into the kitchen, where a woman who looked like she could be her older sister was, busy making tea.

She smiled upon seeing the younger woman. "Welcome home sweetie. Would you like some tea? I'm making some for your father, he's got a scratchy throat today." She sighed, shaking her head.

"No thank you mother." She said simply, giving her that same beautiful smile. "I brought the groceries for you. I can take father his tea."

"Thank you dear." The elder woman said, setting everything on a trey and holding it out to her daughter. "Make sure he drinks it this time. I know he doesn't care for the flavor, but I won't have him getting sick. He's always so cranky." She chuckled.

The pink haired girl nodded and took the trey her mother had prepared and headed down the hallway. Akito flowed her silently, watching carefully as she entered another porch-side room. "Hello father, Sister. I've brought tea." She gestured, sitting across from the elder redhead and beside the other pink haired girl. Her hair was much longer than her sister's and it was tied in a braid that stopped at the small of her back.

The elder man scoffed, glaring at the offending beverage. "Natsumi, I told your mother I was not sick. I will not drink this dirt water."

The girls sighed and now that they were right beside one another, it was obvious they were twins because they looked almost exactly alike. "Please father…it's good for you."

He shook his head and stood, grabbing his sword that was lying beside him and walked over to the porch to look over the garden. "I feel fine."

Akito's eyes widened and he stilled, hoping that the redheaded man would not sense his presence. Then his gaze narrowed. The man was clearly a samurai, and his cool jade gaze sent a slight chill up even his spine. Could this be the man that had killed his father? Though, he needed to learn his name in order to be able to tell. He wanted to be completely sure before wasting his time and killing him, after all.

"Daddy." The object of his infatuation said softly, her voice affecting him even from the distance. He wondered if her noises of pleasure were as intoxicating as her alluring tone. "Mother is worried. It would make her feel better if you drank it. Satomi and I will even take one cup and join with you."

The redhead grimaced, before he turned around and walked back to his seat. "Fine, but only because I wish your mother to be happy. I will humor her."

Both girls smiled and Natsumi took the kettle and poured them all a cup before handing them off. They sat in silence, sipping their tea happily. At least the girls were happy. The woman from earlier walked into the room then, smiling at the sight of her husband drinking the tea she had made. "Oh sweetheart," she sat on the cushion next to his. "Thank you for drinking it despite its taste. I know you'll feel better in the morning." She promised, kissing his cheek before moving to pour her own glass.

He grumbled lowly, shaking his head as he continued to sip at the bitter drink. "Yes well…" he mumbled, looking off.

Natsumi giggled and Satomi shook her head in amusement. "Mother, where is Minako?"

"I believe she and Toshiro are playing shoji." The elder woman said. "I think she is adjusting rather well to being part of our family." She smiled, sipping at her tea.

"I love her." Natsumi beamed.

Satomi nodded in silent agreement. The redhead huffed, "I'm just glad Toshiro found himself a good woman."

"Well he's a good man, so I'm not surprised that he got a good woman." The pink haired woman said with a nod. She glanced at her husband, seeing that he had finished off his tea. "You should have another glass dear." She suggested earnestly. "To make sure the sickness is gone."

"I'm not sick." He glared at her, making the twins giggle.

They started to rise from their seats. "We'll leave you two to your tea." The twins said together before leaving. Satomi headed out with Natsumi close behind.

"Come sister," the short haired one bounced. "Let's go steal Minako and pick some flowers. We can make crowns for us and mother."

Satomi sighed, but nodded and led her sister off to find their sister-in-law.

Sakura stuck her lower lip out in a pout, placing her hand on his thigh. "Please?" she begged. "You say you're not sick, but that's because we're beating it before it gets bad."

"Sakura. I am not sick and I loathe tea." He growled, meeting her wounded gaze. He looked off, grinding his teeth slightly. "Fine." He gave her the cup to fill.

Sakura smiled happily, pouring him another glass. "Oh Gaara, thank you for humoring me." she gave him the glass and kissed his cheek. "I promise to show you my thank more properly tonight in our bedroom." She purred, thinking they were the only two that could hear her bold words.

"You better." He smirked, finishing his tea and having her pour another. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he grabbed his sword, running towards the edge of the porch. He searched around with a fierce gaze, drawing his blade. Sakura looked around, a frightened look on her face.

"Darling what is it?"

He remained silent, searching the area but the feeling was gone. He'd felt a spike in energy. Demon energy, similar to one he'd fought a long time ago. "It's nothing…" he assured, sheathing his sword once more. "Just…an odd feeling I suppose."

The pink haired woman sighed. "Well come back inside sweetie and close the door. You need to finish your tea."

"Alright, alright." He grumbled, returning to the house and shutting the sliding door behind him, closing them off from the outside.

Off behind the wall, Akito let out a small breath. That had been close. When he'd heard the man's name, he knew, and for a moment he had let his control slip as his anger had spiked. He pushed away from the wall he had been hiding behind, and righted his clothing, walking away from the home.

This put a hitch in his plans. Now that he knew Natsumi's father was such a powerful samurai, it would be harder to sneak into her house and steal her innocence. Then he smirked darkly. Unless he took her in her dreams.