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Chapter 7
It was a few hours before the tracks Gaara was following had completely disappeared, he was unsure whether it was because of the snow fall or because the demon he was following had teleported or started to cover his tracks. Gaara growled in frustration and circled back down to the cart with his pet in it.
The cart was made of a dark mahogany wood and it was a rectangular shape with piece of wood on the back that could hinge open and closed depending on what the cart was carrying. The wooden latch was closed the time to prevent the sleeping Hinata from rolling straight out whenever the cart hit a bad bump. There were multiple sacks with canned and dry food, stuff that does not need to be kept fresh, but with this snow it hardly mattered if it needed to or not. There was also barells of water and sacks of clothing.
Hinata was sleeping comfortably in his velvet cloak and was resting against his sack of clothing. He felt a pang of that fluttering in his chest and scowled again. 'What is wrong with me? Am I sick or something?' he wondered scoffing silently at the prospect. A demon king getting sick? It was… It was unheard of! Impossible! 'Then what is wrong with me?'
He landed as softly as he could in the cart but his pet stirred anyway, her eyelashes fluttering.
"A-ano what's wrong?" she asked quickly sitting up and backing away into the side of the cart upon seeing his irritated expression. Gaara folded his arms and looked away, he really didn't like it when his pet tried to move away from him, he liked it when she was scared of him but not when she's trying to escape.
Call him fussy but he liked his prey (mostly referring to female demons he's had his fun with on occasion in this case) to be still while he devoured it, often leaving them alive if they didn't struggle. No one disobeyed Gaara unless they wanted to die a horribly gruesome death. Even Naruto wouldn't dare talk back to him.
"Nothing that concerns you," he said harshly and jumped to where Naruto and Sasuke where still arguing. I was mostly one sided with occasional snarky remarks from Sasuke.
"You two stop your pointless bickering, will you?!" he snapped, rubbing his throbbing temples. The two men huffed and looked away from each other to glare at the ground angrily.
"Good, now the tracks completely disappear about 5km ahead of us, the bastard must of realised he was being followed and covered his tracks. I doubt after his scuffle with my guards that he will be able to use such an energy draining spell like a teleport so soon afterwards," Gaara stated in an exhausted tone, still rubbing his temples in frustration.
"Gaara-san, the tracks may disappear but he cannot be far ahead of us, he probably started to cover his tracks so that he can rest somewhere nearby and also give the impression that he teleported away to throw us off his tracks and make us give up chase." Sasuke pointed out and activated his sharingan to examine the snow ahead of them. Gaara seemed to ponder this for a moment before smirking evilly, his fangs jutting out to rest on his bottom lip and he gave a huge sadistic grin.
"I will rest for a while in the cart, continue on the path and let me know when we get close to the tracks ending," Gaara said going back to his usually stoic expression but both men had already seen it and knew he had a brilliantly wicked idea formulating in his mind.
"Okay Gaara! We will catch him! Tebayo!" Naruto cheered enthusiastically, pumping a closed fist into the air. Gaara's eye started to twitch again but he just ignored Naruto and went back to the cart, sitting comfortably next to his wary pet.
He pulled a blanket out of his bag and used it to cover his folded wings which were frosted over from the snow fall and being higher in the atmosphere where it got even colder. He didn't feel the cold on his wings but they were significantly stiffer than they should be and it frustrated him to not be able to control his wings as agilely as usual.
When Hinata was just starting o relax a little next to him he smiled evilly at her and pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling her neck. She gasped in surprise and started to wiggle around, trying to find a comfortable position. But Gaara didn't think of it as that and he tightened the grip he had around her chest and arms when he thought she was trying to escape.
She let out a squeak as the air was squeezed from her lungs and went still in his arms, leaning back into his chest in surrender. He loosened his grip slightly to the point where she could still breathe but couldn't escape and he leaned back onto the wooden side of the cart comfortably.
The girl in his arms was lying limply in his grips and was silent; she didn't want to offend him, especially when she was so vulnerably caught in his clutches. She shifted her head slightly to get the bangs to fall away from her eyes but otherwise she didn't move at all while Gaara's face snuggled deeply into the crook of her neck.
She stiffened when she heard and felt the deep rumbling of his chest as he purred into her sensitive neck; sending shivers down her spine and making her body break out into Goosebumps at the sensation.
She squeaked when his tongue shot out and slowly licked up her tender neck, his fangs lightly grazing her skin. Her face flushed a tomato red and she started to squirm in his grasp fearfully. It was never a good idea to act like prey when a demon is involved; it's like running away from a dog and hoping to god that it won't chase after you, even though it always will.
Gaara growled possessively into her neck and squeezed his arm tightly around her, causing her to gasp for air as her breathing was halted in his grip. She started to thrash around in panic and Gaara loosened his grip significantly as he sensed her distress.
He forced himself to pry his face away from her neck and placed her gently next to him in the cart, looking away with a very slight pink tinge on his cheeks. He was embarrassed by his behaviour, he was usually really good at controlling himself around people but her scent was just so… So… Alluring and sweet like Jasmine and lilies.
When he had his face buried in her neck all he wanted to do was just sink his teeth into the soft skin above her jugular and feed on her until she passes out. He was embarrassed, to say the least, at his lack of self control but it would really help if her skin didn't taste so nice. He probably would have done it too if he didn't sense Naruto and Sasuke stiffen in alarm at his behaviour. Yes, he didn't like to feed in public and when humans were brought to him for him to prey on, the demon who brought the humans in would all but scurry nervously at the door before he took offence at their unwelcomed presence.
And really he didn't like his prey to be brought to him, he loved to hunt and often let them run through the castle so he could feel like the predator he is. Gaara couldn't figure out why he was so attracted to her scent, she wasn't even human smelling, not really. He sighed and leaned back in the cart, reaching his hand out to stroke Hinata's hair. She flinched away in surprise but didn't try to move away from him, she knew he hated it when she did but it didn't stop the trembling her body was unconsciously doing.
"Relax, I promise I'm not going to hurt you unless…" She nodded, she knew what he was going to say, he said it often enough but it never seemed to convince her. She had heard such gruesome tales of the Demon King Subaku no Gaara and his cruelty towards others. He didn't seem to be as bad as those stories but she couldn't help but be wary of him, she didn't want to be caught off guard. He gently scratched her ears with his claws, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine at the surprisingly pleasant sensation and causing her to start her adorably soft purrs.
Her entire body visibly relaxed and she started to unwillingly be coaxed into sleep again. After a while her head fell limply against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her, possessively pulling her closer to lie against his chest. He sighed contently and for the first time in his life he went into a state of rest, not sleep, but rest nonetheless.
And it felt good.
