-sob- Neji, I'm sorry! Forgive me! -sobs more-
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Chapter 9
Neji groaned as his head throbbed in pain and his throat felt sore and swollen. Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that he was sitting up, his legs spread and his arms tied behind his back. He could feel sharp pain from between his legs and looked down to see that he was impaled on someone's arousal. His legs quivered as hands gripped his hips, strong enough to leave bruise marks later. His hair had been pulled back and out of his face which had been resting on this person's shoulder as they fucked him while he was unconscious. 'How disgusting! I'm being raped…'
"Eh…ah…!" Neji nearly screamed, but his voice was so dry and his lungs hurt as he felt the person move inside him. Lifting his head, Neji's eyes widened further at who it was. He felt his heart lurch and panic flood him. "Kiba!" He gasped his voice cracking. Coughing violently, Neji's body jerked backwards as Kiba thrust violently into him, before pushing him so he landed on his back and arms.
"Hey, love. Why did you not even say good bye. Huh?" Kiba growled, his hands dropping to Neji's knees and pushing them further apart so they near rested by his shoulders. Kiba's eyes scanned over his Neji's body, his own body warming just at the display beneath him.
"Stop! Why aren't I stopping? Can't I see that I'm hurting him?" Kiba yelled, but his body moved without permission. The drug was already thick within his system and corrupting his will. "Neji! I'm sorry, I am so sorry!" Kiba cried, his eyes watering.
Neji screamed and screamed but his voice had already faded, he was making no sounds just opening his mouth repeatedly. His hands pulled at the fabric that bound his wrists but they only tightened and cut into his soft flesh, bruising it. His arms ached from the stained angle he was in and his thighs were caked with blood and cum as Kiba thrust into his weakened body. He wanted this to stop. He wanted to get free from Kiba. He wanted to go back to Gaara- to where he felt warm and safe. Why couldn't Kiba just leave him alone? Just leave me! Neji thought repeatedly.
"Why? Why am I forced to do this to you? What does he want to do with you so badly? Why am I forced to hurt the one I love most?" Kiba screamed, trying to reach out to his body as if to stop it. But he couldn't touch it. He had no influence over his body. It was like a demon had forced its way in Kiba's body, sending Kiba out to watch its horrific tasks. "What does Orochimaru want with you...Eh?" Kiba's ears perked and he looked to the side. Someone…
Neji felt his body hit the ground as Kiba pulled out, stepping away from him. His head was tilted to the side and he slowly got to his feet. Walking over to the window, he peered out, his dark eyes narrowing. He had heard something. People were coming. "Damn…" He turned to Neji and licked his lips. "Everyone wants you. But I want you more then they do. I love you Neji. You are mine, mine to love for ever." Kiba spoke, his voice sounding deeper then usual. He stalked over to Neji and scooped the trembling teen up into his arms. "Now be a good boy, and don't struggle."
Neji let his head fall back. It wasn't like he could struggle anyways. His arms were bound and his body battered. He didn't have the strength. But if Kiba was relocating them, then someone was coming for him! Neji felt hope spark within him, it could be Gaara! He so badly wanted it to be Gaara. Neji tried to stretch his body out, to make it more difficult for Kiba to hold him, but winced as pain shot through his legs and up his backside. He could feel fresh blood trickling from his entrance and across his once pale now bruised thighs.
They were on the move, Kiba dashed through the hallways to the far side of the hotel and cut through a room to escape through the window with Neji cradled in his arms. Just before leaving, Kiba hurled a bottle with a timer attached to the lid over his shoulder into the hallway in front of the room he had just left. His little gift to whoever found it as he spoke a command that the bottle's contents would inflict.
Neji watched as best he could as the sand village became further and further away. His eyes watered slightly and his vision blurred as tears clouded over. Closing his eyes, he felt himself slip into unconsciousness as much as he didn't want to. He was afraid…afraid of what he'd wake up to…
- - -
Gaara and Temari made their was across the sand quickly, their feet barely touching the sand as they rushed to the hotel that Sakon had spoken of. It was just on the outskirts of the village, and past it were open sand dunes. If Kiba got that far with Neji, it would be very difficult to track them down.
Gaara gritted his teeth. They weren't moving fast enough for his liking but this was as fast as they could go with the need to save some energy to fight Kiba off and save Neji. It was near nightfall and when they reached the hotel, both felt a bit of relief. But it was an Inuzuka that they were dealing with. He probably already knew they were here. Had he gone already?
Gaara nodded to Temari and she approached the front entrance as Gaara moved around to the back of the run down hotel. Kankuro had sent a few of their ninja after them to assist them, they would be arriving shortly Gaara thought as he walked around the last bend. Dusty windows and a door ever third window were the only things along the back side of the hotel. Three of the windows had cracks or holes in them, but without being broken no one could fit through them but a baby at most. The doors were rammed shut by the hinges and seemingly undisturbed. Only one window was open, the tattered curtains blowing out from them. On the window sill was a small trace of blood and it was still warm when Gaara tentively touched it with his forefinger.
"Damn it! We missed them!" He growled, kicking the wall before he turned to look across the dunes. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon. "Temari? Any luck?" He called over his shoulder, already knowing the answer. But there was no answer. Temari didn't reply. Gaara frowned as he turned when he heard someone approaching. "Temari?"
His sister didn't even react when he called her name. She kept walking, her one hand over her shoulder gripping the large fan that was held to her back. Her eyes were shadowed with her bangs and her lips were slack, her mouth slightly open. Her walk was also a little different, not as graceful as it usually was. There was something wrong.
Gaara frowned as he recognized the scent that was being blown off her. It had been lingering on Sakon as well. "Hypnosis?" Gaara supposed aloud as he set his feet in the sand, preparing to fight. He just had to do it quick and without really harming his sister.
"Damn it! That bastard! How dare he, this gives him such a lead!" Gaara growled as his sister lunged forward a scream emanating from her throat as the fan was pulled and swung in Gaara's direction. Pushing off the ground, Gaara put himself behind Temari, sending his sand to attack her from her front. As soon as she dodged the sand, Gaara swung forward, his arm out, connecting with her back launching her face first into the ground a few feet ahead. Almost immediately Gaara sent his sand out, covering her legs and arms, pinning her to the ground. Walking over to her, he kicked her fan off. He knew that Temari was stronger then this, why was it so easy?
When Gaara was above her, he looked down and saw her staring up at him, her eyes emotionless, her lips pressed together. Gaara noticed it too late, the kunai whipped past, slicing his cheek open, blood oozing from the gaping wound down his face and neck. Gaara bent down quickly, and slammed his hand to the side of her neck and head. Her body stiffened and slackened against the sand bonds. Gaara moved to stand but felt a sudden pain emerge from his ankle. He looked down. He hadn't noticed that she had sent a second one. The blade was thin and shaped as a kunai but much smaller. It was punctured through his ankle, barely missing the bone and vital muscle that could easily kill him. The flesh around the puncture area was swollen and had a tinge of purple to it, the skin below the wound extremely pale. His leg was shaking from exertion and the kunai was cold against his ankle which only added to the pain as his body was increasingly warm beneath the heat of the sun.
"Damn it, I was too careless." Gaara muttered as he moved backwards from his sister and sat a few feet away his eyes flickering to her every now and then, while he put his injured leg out before him. Reaching down, Gaara tentively knocked the kunai and only managed to let blood seep past the weapon and down his foot. He wasn't in any sense medically trained. The only person having those talents being his siblings. His search again had been hindered!
"No, I won't let this stop me." Gaara spoke, as he got to his feet. Taking a deep breath, Gaara headed towards the sand dunes, his leg throbbing every step he took. But he kept walking, he did not stop. He persisted as he slowly made his way further and further from the hotel and into the barren desert. His foot was soaked with blood and the sand stung the open wound. He didn't bother taking out the weapon. His leg would bleed none stop if he did and he'd become faint from blood loss. After awhile, Gaara looked down, noticing some red in the sand.
"My blood?" He wondered, but then dismissed the idea. That would mean he had retraced his steps which he had not done. Then whose could it be? "Neji!" It had to be…Hadn't Kiba been violent with Neji? Hadn't he hurt him before? Why would now be any different? Gaara wondered and smirked sadly. He couldn't understand why Kiba would do such a thing. But Kiba wasn't being that careful then. There was a trail and it was leading right to him.
TBC.
Really short and crappy, I know I'm sorry DX. I wasn't sure if I was going to post it like this but I guess I did… U-U…I'm not really happy with it either…
Yeah! If you want a really good fic (well more then one) go read Arduous Dilemma or Raven….well any by TenshiXXX she's amazing at writing! YAY -glomp-
