Demon Heart

Hayate's pov

He dare insult my leader?

He knew nothing of the one that brought him here. My leader is precise and knew what needed to be done. The reason of his bringing here lies in the knowledge of my leader. I do not doubt anything that is of my leader's decision. I do not care if I have to sacrifice for my leader's decision, he will learn to accept that the choice that my leader has made it just. But daring to insult someone who doesn't even know, let alone seen, he has guts even for the young Kage he is. I care not of his title, but of his potential as a ninja, but at his current level, if he were to face my leader, he would never stand a chance.

My grip tightened around his throat, but as his hands gripped my arm, I felt the rage burn through me and I hungered for spilt blood.

"Apologize for your insult, Kage." I narrowed my eyes behind my mask and I don't care if he can't see me. At least he will be able to feel my anger. "Never in all the lives you shall live will I accept any sort of insult you throw towards my leader. I shall kill you time and time again if you think that I'll allow it to pass by without any sort of punishment to be dealt."

He scoffed at me. He actually scoffed at me.

"Don't think so highly of this leader of yours. You don't know what he might be plotting underneath his entire facade that he shows. Besides, he could be using you."

That does it. I can no longer tolerate his insolence. He shall be shown no mercy; I shall give him no chance to defend. I don't care the jutsu that has been cast upon this chamber; I shall exact punishment on this brat that shows no respect to those that are higher in power than him. But to say words such as using me, that's unforgivable… That shall never be forgiven by me. As long as he lives he will know of my rage that he dares bring to the surface. He shall be taught a lesson in to never showing disrespect to his captives. A Kage, what a joke! He deserves nothing more than to be put into the category of a selfish, self-absorbed, brat that knows nothing more than his own desires. I shall teach him what it is like to seek mercy from those who hold him in their hands.

I threw him across the floor. I stalked over to him, drawing my sword to show him I meant business. Pointing the tip at him, I plunged forward to strike his head but he rolled away. Not quick enough! I sliced the air sideways and made a shallow cut through both material and clothing on his arm. He jumped back near the bed, but I was not going to let him get away. Fluid movements too quick, I sliced him, but I held back, making sure I made his cuts shallow. My leader would have my head if I did something exaggeratingly dangerous onto this Kage's life. The way my leader treats certain prisoners is what makes my leader someone special to serve.

His back pressed to the wall, his hands gripped, so was his jaw. His eyes were narrowed, but I obviously had no care. My back was facing the entrance, so if anybody were to walk in, I'd have to scare them away. Right now, my only care was to sort out this snivelling snot, teach him a lesson about insulting my leader. I stalked towards him and pointed the tip at the lower part of his neck. I felt my bloodlust; I was ready to tear out his throat with my sword just to prove how much I consider my leader to me. There was no way I'd forgive anyone who insults my leader in front of me. Not even those that have the title of Kage at their fingertips.

"What is this, Hayate?" My eyes widened at the recognition of the voice.

I hadn't heard the doors open.

I slowly turned to face the voice. The doors were closed and my leader stood before the pair of us. I lowered my sword to my side and those bright blue eyes shifted to it.

"Why does his blood coat your sword, Hayate?" Stalking forward, my leader's movements were solid and undeniably intimidating.

Gaara's pov

This man had gone insane. Intimidating kind of insane!

I bad talk his leader and he goes on a bloodlust rage.

But I would have been a goner if the owner of that voice hadn't interrupted. I glanced around his body and stared out at this covered mysterious talker. Underneath that hood I could see the bright blue eyes shining. So blue, so gorgeous… so mysterious I felt I could drown looking into those eyes. Smothering me at the contact with our eyes, I felt my heart skip many beats, almost as if I was slowly going to die under the pressure of that gaze. The spell that was cast had been broken when he led his eyes away from me. They were now focused upon my masked visitor who wanted to kill me.

"Hayate, I asked you a question." The voice was calm, gentle, but an undertone of demand, authority and most of all something I had missed before. He was actually a she. My attacker was intimidated by a female? But then again, those eyes had tranquilized me and made me feel like I was being smothered to death and feel like I was drowning. I had no reasons to complain or even taunt him with his fear. But did he fear this female before him? Yes, with the state he was found in, I could say he was afraid. "Hayate…" Her voice was more demanding, almost hinting with anger.

He suddenly surprised me by getting down on his knee and bowing before her. His sword on the floor, his hand away from it; I believe he was showing that he was no reliable threat before her. "Forgive me my rudeness."

"This does not answer my question, Hayate." She had stepped until she stood before him. Those strange eyes looking down on him, but not actually looking down at him as if he was something beneath her… she appeared to respect this male, but didn't tolerate his actions.

"I could not tolerate or let it pass by that he insulted you in my presence."

"Hmmm…" Her eyes swept over me and she walked passed him and he glanced behind. Her hand was quick to shoot out but it grazed over a wound that inflicted more pain than necessary. There was no way that pain was real. No wound should bring pain this bad. These were shallow, almost like a paper cuts, instead just her skin grazing one of those wounds felt like acid had been poured over a wound that was too great. I couldn't help but collapse in front of her and I peered down at one of my arms, and I was shocked to find its results. I clutched it in disbelief… what was this? What had she done? What on earth was she?

"Do I receive punishment for my foolish actions?"

This man accepts punishment for his actions? I can believe that he accepts that what he had done to me was justice upon the behalf of his leader, this female before me, but she does not approve of it? Was that why he accepts punishment to be dealt so easily? Maybe my accusation of this person was right after all. Be it male or female, the actions are not huge in difference. Either gender of the same species is just as bad as each other. But this female… she bears something that does not have human sense in being able to describe what she is or what she is capable of doing.

"No, although you knew that I wished no harm upon the Kage, you only shallow cut him in punishment. Others would have done damage far worse than this, so I praise you on your control, however, if I have to see this happen again, Hayate, you will be dealt punishment far greater a cause than you have dealt. I do not accept others to do things behind my back; you know I tolerate nothing that I may view as a betrayal."

She knelt before me, her eyes seeking mine on eye level and still it was only those eyes that I could view. Her features, what she looked like, any abnormal features, nothing. Only her eyes showed themselves to me underneath that cloak of darkness. Similar to the Grim Reaper in aspects like the cloak, only darkness covers them, shows little but the eyes. So bright of a colour, so cold like ice in the Antarctic, but calm like the waters on a nice day. But those eyes… glowed, like the light that glows around the moon. Was there anything that I could describe her as human? She was everything else but human. Her fingers reached out and touched my cheek, trailing down and then left my face when she touched my chin.

"You have questions you wish to ask, Kazekage." Her voice was soothing in a sense, but I could still hear her undertone of that authority that I didn't miss before. "Ask them." An invitation I'm not sure I want to take. Her eyes remained observing as I kept silent in her presence and I also noticed that the male was still kneeling and yet keeping an eye on us. My questions wavered in my mind, I couldn't keep hold of them, they kept slipping from my grasp the more I looked into her eyes.

"Who are you?" I don't know if I thought them or asked them.

"In a sense I am your kidnapper. Or do you have a problem against females being strong enough to execute the plan of capturing a high ranked ninja?"

My eyes narrowed. "I do not make myself out as a sexist towards females. So do not imply that I am like most of the males of this world."

She didn't slap me across the cheek, she punched my gut instead. I felt the air leave me, exploding out from impact. My head had gone forward, spitting out some blood and landing just a little before her feet. I had to raise my head to look at her. Her eyes remained the same, but her hand pushed my shoulder against the wall, and it hurt like a bitch. As if there was a wound there that had been exposed to much more pain. I had to open my eyes to look at her. Her grip was tremendously strong, powerful also; I hadn't suspected she'd be this strong. She was stronger than Hayate.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but the more you say things I hate, I will." She remained unfazed and no matter how much she talked, I couldn't see her mouth, so it looks like I'm speaking to some sort of alien kind of creature, but talking like a female. "Now ask your questions, it's your only opportunity to get answers."

"Who are you really?"

She blinked her eyes.

So she was human, in a sense.

"I believe I told you already."

"That isn't telling me your name."

"You wouldn't have a clue that I am by my name either, well besides the name you very much know me as a criminal that is." I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You ninjas of the five great nations have decided on a name for me. You resemble me to a beast that possesses such great power that you can call it a name that defies what humans could never be able to possess. However, by giving me a name, you say my heart is empty and holds no care for others. Be sure to know one thing, Kazekage, I shall release my power onto this world if they continue to accuse me for things that should not have my name written on."

My eyes widened.

"You're…"

"That's right! The name you know me by…"

"…Demon Heart!"

She stood, releasing me from her clutches. She passed him again and gestured for him to follow after her. She passed through the doors when they opened with him by her side, but once on the other side, she turned back to look at me with those eyes. Those haunting eyes that will never leave my mind in peace; forever haunted by that gaze, as if she will forever watch me. Would I be able to escape from her? The doors closed over those eyes and I was left in the confines of a candle lit room with everything still soft and welcoming, no matter the scene that had displayed before me. I no longer felt pain and I realized she had healed the wounds that that man Hayate had made. If she was truly the criminal we know her to be, why did she possess the ounce of care when she saw to heal my wounds and stop that man from killing me?

Demon Heart…

You intrigue me, woman.