I've had a lot planned for this story, but I wasn't sure if I should write it or not. But some people have asked me to continue this, so I suppose I will add another chapter or two. Usagi Hyrugi is almost complete, maybe two or more chapters, the same with Alternative. For those who are fans of Narumals, the last chapter has been posted finally. :D
Disclaimer: If I owned the Naruto characters, I would lock up Kirin and Sakura in a cage and force them to fight to the death with the promise of the winner getting a date with Sasuke. Of course it'd be a lie, since Sasuke is meant to be with Naruto, and ONLY Naruto... :D
Kimimaro's POV:
These past few weeks had me watching the daemon warily, unsure of what he planned to do next. One moment he would be seemingly working on something, talking on the device that I had seen many humans use, I believe they called them cellular phones. Some times he'd even leave for a day or two, and those were days that I feared most. But the next moment, he'd be doing those things to me again. In animal terms, he called it, 'forced mating,' but in human terms, he called it 'sex,' or 'rape.'
I'm not sure too much on the detail, but I knew enough now that I was sure that I definately didn't like it. Now that I thought about it, I had seen many vampire bats do the same thing shamelessly while I had been held captive, but they both had been willing. What was the point? I don't think I wanted to know. Wiping the thoughts out of my head, I focus on my surroundings.
Currently, I was sitting on the floor in one of the rooms, staring at the wall. There really was no difference from this room from the lab. Except for the furniture. There was actually less space to move around here than there was in the lab due to all the junk. For the past couple of days, I had been allowed out of the lab, but not out of the daemon's lair. The first day I investigated almost every room, but nothing held my interest very long. Often I thought about escaping, but I knew in the end that I wouldn't.
Even if I thought I had a chance to over power the daemon and escape, I knew I wouldn't get far due to the large amount of vampires roaming around. Even though I couldn't see them, I knew they were there. I could sense their aura and it made me hungry. That daemon wouldn't allow me my correct food source, but instead had forced me to drink blood from whatever he brought back for me. It was really disgusting. I never liked the taste of blood, and I nearly gagged from the smell of it. But I guess it was better than starving.
I scratched at the suppressor on my wrist, not sure what to do now. The daemon was currently out, 'working,' as he called it. So really there was nothing to do but wait for him to come back. I disliked waiting, it made me feel like a dog waiting for his master. The thought made me make a disgusted face. The thought of that was really disturbing. I wanted to go into my cat form, but the suppressor wouldn't allow it. The only good that thing was doing was making my wrist itchy and stopping me from being comfortable.
Sighing, I laid down on the floor, not knowing what else to do. Closing my eyes, I listened to the ongoing sounds outside. My sensitive hearing was better than a normal vampire's, but still not as good as a werewolf or daemon's might have been. Still, I could hear the flapping of bat wings from here, and the sonic screeches that they used to communicate.
I can feel the sudden distress of the vampires, indicating that the daemon was back. I sense his presence near until he finally appears before me. Opening my eyes, I cock my head up towards him, but stay laying down. He watches me for a few moments soundlessly before turning away and going into another room. I feel the need to follow him, but restrain myself. Listening for any noises that would indicate where he was and what he was doing, I found the air silent. Rolling onto my back, I stare at the ceiling in boredom.
Juugo's POV:
It's been a couple of weeks since the vampire has been here, and although I had allowed him a bit more freedom, I was still keeping a close eye on him. But even if the vampire did attempt to escape, he would trigger the sensors I had placed around my lair. Nothing would be able to come in or go out without me knowing about it. He seemed to understand the rule of not going outside, but I could tell he was beginning to get angsty as the other vampires' aura was taunting him.
Although he was currently being waned on blood, I knew it was disgusting to him, and could see how badly he wanted his real food source. Minus the issue with his appetite, he really didn't give me a lot of trouble. He had learned quite quickly not to misbehave, especially when he found out what the punishments were. Time to time, I did indulge myself just a bit with him, and he accepted it, somewhat reluctantly. That's not to say he didn't struggle. He'd put up a fight in the beginning, but gave in at the end.
It was actually quite entertaining to watch the vampire throughout the day. He was confused about what he should do with his newly captivated situation, and often he would just lie in one room on the floor. He must have been really bored here with nothing to do, but that didn't matter to me. As long as he stayed in the lair, I didn't care what he did or how he felt.
But there was another issue, he had yet to speak. His throat wound should have cleared up by now, but he hadn't tried to talk. Maybe he just didn't have anything to say, but I really did want to know his name. (1) I should have probably taken him to the lab and checked his throat for inflamation, but there wasn't any way to tell if he would stay still for me to do it. But I suppose it was worth a shot.
Kimimaro's POV:
I had begun drifting off to sleep when I felt the daemon's presence near me. I opened my eyes slightly, staring at his form standing before me, before shutting them again. "Get up. Come on." Eyes snapping open, I growled slightly as he began to nudge me with his foot, but I quieted down when I saw annoyance beginning to fill his eyes. Watching as he began to walk into another room, I knew he expected me to follow. After a few seconds of hesitation, I reluctantly rose from the ground and went after him with a slower pace.
He continued walking deeper into his lair, a place I dared not go because it was filled with his scent. Just by that alone, I could tell he spent a lot of time here. The daemon paused at one of the doors and pulled a key out of his pocket. Unlocking and opening it, he waited by the door, for me to go through first I could only presume. I didn't want to go into that room, but I knew if I didn't he would punish me. Taking a deep breath, I went through and flincehd when he shut and locked the door behind me.
I paused next to the door, unsure of what to do next. Securing the door, he replaced the key back in his pocket and looked at me. "Go sit on the table." He indicated where with a jerk of his head, and I obeyed quickly, not wanting to get him in a bad mood. Settling ontop of the table, I watched as he washed his hands and put on gloves, returning his gaze to me. "Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue." He commanded, and I knew immediately he was playing 'Doctor.'(2) I had seen human children and adults play this game before, and it looked pretty scary.
I did as he said, and the daemon got out a wooden stick and put it into my mouth, pressing down onto my tongue. I was beginning to get annoyed since he kept tilting my head back and turning it left and right, what was he looking for? "Does this hurt?" The daemon asked before pressing his fingers onto my throat. A sharp pain shot through my throat, and the shock caused me to snap my mouth closed and onto his tool, breaking it.
I flinched at the pissed off look that flashed through his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He took his now broken stick and threw it into a wastebasket. I watched with wary eyes as he began to search through his drawers, and when he came back he had another tool.
"Open." He said again. I complied, but was really annoyed already since my throat was throbbing. He stuck this tool into my mouth as well, but this time he seemed to be looking into it. After a couple of minutes, he moved away and back to his drawers. He rumaged through it for a bit before pulling clear empty vial. "Stay." He commanded before taking the vial and exiting the lab.
I sat quietly and waited for him to back, unsure of what he was up to. I didn't have to wait long before he returned, the vial now with a clearish liquid inside of it. (3) "Open." I was getting tired of hearing that. "Now." He growled when I didn't do it right away. I made a face before obeying. Grabbing the side of my mouth so that I couldn't close it, he poured the liquid down my throat and I immediately began to gag. It tasted disgusting, and I felt stick to my stomach.
Juugo's POV:
I watched as the vampire coughed from the 'medicine,' and he almost looked green from sickness. "You're done. Go ahead and go now." I said, not looking to see if he did, but knowing he would, and as quickly as possible. That should heal up his vocal cords nicely, and in a day or two, his voice would be back. Removing the gloves and throwing them away, I washed away the rubber feeling from my hands.
I wondered how long the vampire would stay here, and it may have been a bit trivial, but I think I might have gotten quite attached to the him. I had grown used to his presence, and if ever the chance arose, I think it might have been somewhat lonely without him. But I figured it to be just a phase, or a moment of weakness. It would pass sooner or later, and I would tire of the vampire and probably kill him or throw him out to the vampires outside.
But until then, I was going to enjoy the time I had left with him. Or more likely said, I was going to make his remaining time here terrible and nerve wrecking. I could tell already that he felt unsure of how to act around me, and even better, he hesitated when ever he entered any room. He stayed clear of all rooms around this area, and I guessed it to be because he didn't like that my scent lingered all over the room.
But I suppose it was just as well. Some of the things, in this room especially, were dangerous, and if he touched them he would only break something. Then again, if he broke something, that would mean I'd get to punish him again, and that itself was quite enjoyable.
(1) Haha, he still didn't know his name, even though he had heard it in the first chapter. :P But then again, Kimimaro didn't know his name either, even though he heard it too. Oh well, memory loss...
(2) Do any of you realize how ignorant Kimimaro is about the world? I swear, I have a hard time figuring what he will or will not know. :P Oh, and about the doctor thing, it's really medical stuff, not perverted play...
(3) If any of you have read 'Lovely Guidelines,' then you probably know what that clear liquid was, but in case you don't, it was Juugo's saliva (daemon's saliva can heal virtually any wound when applied to the infected or damaged area). As for why he left the room to fill the vial, he did it so Kimimaro wouldn't see and put up a fuss when he knew what it was. You would too if you knew it was spit... bleh.
What did you think? Haha, I had a whole, probably five chapter, story in my head, but I already forgot what it was going to be of. :3
That's it for now. I'll try to focus on finishing Usagi and Alternative, and I have a new story that's almost done called 'Kingdom,' though the name might change. Also, for you JuugoxKimimaro fans, I have a new fic in my head which I may write soon, and for once, it will be somewhat cute, and not filled with rape... Haha, well Ja Ne my lovelies!
