AN: Okay, here's chapter 4. Technically it should be Sakura's turn, but I wanted to introduce Gaara's dad, Kaze, and I suck at following a stable pattern . In case you didn't read the author's note at the bottom of chap. 3, this is where all under thirteens should leave. NOW.

Warnings: Graphic, violent child abuse, hinted sexual abuse, hinted incest, hinted rape.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and gods forgive me for what I'm about to do to Kishimoto's characters…

Chapter Four

Temari and Kankuro are already lined outside the door, dressed in their most formal attire. Temari, as the oldest, is closest to the door wearing a pale purple evening gown with white elbow length gloves. Next is Kankuro, the eldest male, Kaze's pride and joy, wearing a tuxedo. Gaara steps into his place, last in their father's order of importance, just as the door swings open to reveal the rich, and powerful Kaze Subaku.

Kaze is wearing a custom tailored suit of black silk. His dark brown hair is cut and styled crisply and professionally. He is well muscled, lean and powerful. His dark eyes narrowed with a look of expected disappointment. He walks through the threshold, a tight frown etched into his face.

"Welcome home, Father." Temari and Kankuro intone together, bowing respectfully. Kaze, however, has no eyes for his older children. His gaze is lock on his youngest. Gaara has not bowed nor greeted his father. Nor is he planning to.

"Will you not bow your head in respect for me?" Kaze's voice is sharp and angry, the only tone Gaara has ever heard his father use when addressing him. "Do you have no respect for the man who gave you life? Do you lack the humanity to be humble before the man who should have drowned you the moment your bloodstained soul crawled from your mother's corpse, but instead took you into his home and clothed you and fed you, who gave you everything you needed and more?" his hand whips out, slapping Gaara harshly across the face. Gaara's head jerks back. "Have you no respect for me?"

Gaara lifts his head and glares at his father. "I have no respect for a man so weak that he must strike his children to feel strong." Gaara sees the blow coming but does nothing to avoid it. What would be the point? Kaze's fist buries itself deep within the young boy's abdomen, before wrapping around his tie. He pulls his son upright and leans right in his face.

"We'll see how long you remain ignorant of my strength." He hurls Gaara into a wall. "We'll see how long it takes you give respect where it is do." Gaara just chuckles thickly as Kaze fists a hand into his hair and begins dragging him towards to the basement. After all, his father is proving his point. Even if his father puts him on Death's door, it won't change anything. Gaara won. Just for now. Just this one battle, Gaara won.

The basement door is thrown open and Kaze tosses his son down the stairs. Gaara lands with a loud thud and small groan. Shit! Gaara thinks. He's almost positive he's just dislocated his left shoulder. Kaze's down the stairs in a heartbeat, pulling his son to his feet by the back of his collar. "Take it off." His demand his rough and demanding.

"Changing teams? Temari not getting it done for you, Father?" Gaara taunts, knowing his father's perverted nighttime habits. Kaze punches him in the face and throws him into another wall in response. The wall gives a little under the force of the blow, cracks spreading like spider webs from the point of impact. Gaara slides down the wall, spots of black swimming before his eyes and blood flooding from his nose.

"You want to play games, boy? Fine." Kaze snarls pulling off his belt. "You want to cut your shirt to pieces," the belt snakes through the air, the buckle biting into the healing bruises on Gaara's side from the last time his father beat him. "Fine."

Kaze stalks towards his son, rage contorting his normally handsome features. He grabs Gaara's tie and drags him away from the wall, ignoring the small strangled sounds coming from his son as the tie tightens around his throat. Releasing the tie, he kicks Gaara viciously in the ribs. Gaara cries out unintentionally. Then rebukes himself for revealing how painful the blow was.

"Still sore from last week?" Kaze asks feigning concern before kicking him again, harder this time. Gaara grits his teeth together so tightly it hurts, but he manages to contain the scream attempting to escape. "Come on now, be a sport, Gaara." Kaze says frighteningly calm. "Be a sport and scream!" he says, stomping on his chest.

The scream tears through his throat, ripping vocal cords. Gaara can feel things break. Tears stream, unbidden from his eyes. His breathing comes in wet gasps and blood bubbles around his mouth. "Atta boy." Kaze snarls, grinning insanely. Rolling Gaara over with his foot, he gives his ribs one more kick before setting to work with his belt.

Snapping it through the air like a whip, Kaze sends the buckle crunching into his son's back. One. Two. Five. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. The shirt is in tatters now, revealing the scars from a thousand nights just like this one. Blood is flowing freely from new wounds and reopened ones. Gaara had remained silent at first, but now he screams without restraint. There is a wet sucking sound each time the belt is pulled from his skin. Droplets of blood fly through the air as the belt slashes through flesh. Sixty. Seventy. A hundred. Two.

And all the while Kaze stands grinning as blood is flicked across his face. Finally content that his son has been punished enough for today, he wipes the blood off his face with his hand. He drops the belt onto the floor and bends an ear to listen to the agonized sobbing coming from his youngest. He had tried so hard, had lasted so long, but eventually he had given in and begun pleading for it to stop. Begging for an end to the pain.

"Please…oh, gods…please…make it…stop, please…" Gaara's nerves are so flayed that he hasn't even realized the end he is groveling for has already come. Tears streak through blood, falling pink to the earth.

Kaze turns and goes upstairs, leaving his son to plead and bleed. He would summon Baki to set the broken bones and make sure the boy didn't die.

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Baki sighs, looking down on his favorite of the Subaku children. Gaara is lying there breathing more blood than air, gurgling vague pleads for mercy. Baki rolls him over, tears what's left of his shirt away, and cuts a fine, medical line in his abdomen. Gaara screams but everything is blended together in a jumble of agony and it doesn't hurt nearly has much it could have. Baki sighs sadly again before reaching inside the boy and setting his ribs.

Using a variety of medical procedures that I don't know and can't describe, Baki mends the injuries of the broken boy. After Baki lays Gaara gently down on his bed, he strides quickly through the house. He prefers to stay off the estate when his employer is home. Baki may be a trained killer, and he may put up with Mr. Subaku's sickening acts, but that did not mean he wanted to stay there and listen to them.

Trying to ignore the quiet crying coming from Temari's room, Baki exits the house as quickly as possible.

AN: Wow…that didn't go quite like I pictured it…why the fuck am I raping Temari? I'm a sick, sick person. Yeah…I might the rating to M later…Forgive me Kishimoto; I have done despicable things to your beautiful characters!