The first time it happened, he was scared.
The fear he felt had nothing to do with what was soon to happen to him. No, the poor boy was afraid because he had just had a nightmare. Not an ordinary person's nightmare either. He was no ordinary person, with a much more daunting than ordinary life. So it stood to reason that his nightmares would be that much more terrifying.
The worst part was that as he woke up from this nightmare, he saw the object of that very dream standing in the doorway to his bedroom. He let out a short scream, then sat up in the bed, panting.
Gaara glided over to him and smiled. The smile sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed hard and asked, his voice quavering, "Wh-what are you doing in here, G-Gaara?"
"Mother wants something tonight… I don't understand what she wants… It isn't blood…" The redhead licked his lips. "I don't know what to give her besides that…"
"I-I.." He struggled to say something, but the fear was choking him… No, that wasn't fear. That was… Sand. He started panicking. Sand plus Gaara equals death.
But the sand wasn't suffocating him or crushing him. It was bringing him closer to Gaara. He struggled, trying to break its grasp, but he couldn't. He was completely helpless. He was at Gaara's mercy.
"I will, Mother… I'm trying…" Gaara said, clutching his head. "But you do want blood too… Don't you?" His face was level with Gaara's now.
"P-please-" He stuttered, still writhing in the sand. Then, all of a sudden…
Gaara bit down on his tongue. He let out a whimper of pain and tried to pull away, but the sand was holding him in place. No, now it wasn't just holding him in place… It was undressing him.
The first time it happened, something inside Kankurou started to crack.
