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Chapter 10

Searching

Pein reached out and pulled Itachi toward him.

"W-what are you doing?!" Demanded the Uchiha.

"This!" He kneed him in the stomach and landed a hard punch to his jaw. Itachi collapsed, gripping his abdomen. Gaara saw this and summoned the sand, wrapping it tightly around Pein's leg.

The man glared at the fifteen year old. "You fucking rat! Get that filthy stuff off of me, or I'll kill you too."

"Dumb fuck." He said. "I can break your leg in an instant."

"So this is your ability?" He asked. "Pathetic."

"Sabaku Kyuu!" He yelled, closing his hand into a fist. Pein didn't cry out; he merely winced as his bones cracked.

"You pouty little shit!" He yelled, dragging the broken limb behind him as he staggered toward Gaara.

"Can you hold him off for a while? I have to check if Konan is all right." Asked Itachi, standing shakily to his feet.

Gaara nodded, still keeping his gaze upon his enemy. He heard Itachi's hurrying footsteps fade away.

"Give me all you got, bitch." Said Pein. "I don't have time to deal with useless children such as yourself."

"You're pushing your fucking luck!"

"Bring it. Not scared of you. Maybe I could bring Sasori. Looks like he didn't do enough damage last time."

"Try that and I'll-"

Pein landed a swift punch to his stomach, the sand barely managed to keep up with his speed, but still blocked the attack effectively.

"What the?-"

"Do what you want to me. The sand will block any possible attack."

"Is that so?" Pein disappeared.

"Hey!" Gaara whipped around, desperately searching for Pein.

"Over here."

"What? Stop fucking playing around!" He felt somebody grab the back of his shirt and pull him down. It nearly strangled him. "Fucking... bastard..." He ground out between coughs.

"What did you call me?!" Pein aimed a kick at him but the sand blocked it yet again. Gaara pushed himself up, his throat still tight. He wrapped the rest of the sand around Pein's good leg.

"You dick!" Pein smashed Gaara into the wall, but the fifteen year old had no sand to protect him as it was wrapped around Pein's limb. He wasn't bothered by that attack. It barely lay a bruise on him. "Fuck!" Stupid fucking sand! I'm going to die! He thought frustratedly. He hadn't enough chakra to break Peins leg or unravel the sand from it. Pein pulled out a kunai ad threw it at Gaara. It missed by half a centimetre and bounced off the wall with a loud clanging sound. Gaara saw the opportunity and picked it up, using it to block the rest of the well-aimed weapons.

"Dammit! When you die, why can't you stay dead?!"

"I have a life. Unlike you."

Pein growled a threw another kunai. It tore through the air into Gaara's right hand, breaking the bones immediately. He cried out and pulled the blade from his knuckles, dropping his defence weapon in pain.

"You've got nothing to defend yourself with now. This is the end." He launched a Demon Shuriken at Gaara. The fifteen year-old tried to dodge but a heavy iron fan blocked the weapon. He looked up to see his sister standing defensively in front of him. She caught his gaze. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Go find Itachi and Konan. I'll meet you outside."

"Temari, I'm not leaving you! This dude is not a person to be messed with."

"I said I'll meet you outside. I can't lose you again!"

"And I can't lose you."

"Gaara! Now!"

He sighed and moved away. "You'll be okay?"

"Yeah."

He darted off in pursuit of his comrades.

"Konan!" Called Itachi, searching every corner thoroughly. No reply. "Konan!" He yelled again, louder this time. Silence fell upon his ears. Turning another corner, he bumped straight into Kisame. The man grinned. "Hello, running away now, are we?"

"Fuck you!"

Kisame slammed him against a wall and slipped his tongue in Itachi's mouth. Itachi let out a pained moan, his pants growing noticeably tighter. The older man gently thrust his hips forward, creating a throb of neglect in the Uchiha's hardening erection. He moaned and thrust forward, wanting so much more.

"Want to get fiesty now, do we?"

"Kisa...me..." Moaned Itachi. "Fuck...me...hard..."

Kisame smirked and ripped the younger male's pants down, using a single finger to scissor in and out his tight entrance.

His shaft was burning and throbbing like it had never been touched before.

Two fingers. Three. Four. Itachi moaned. "Fuck me already!"

"As you wish."

He heard the sound of the zip being pulled down and soon after, Kisame broke his entrance, pumping away faster and faster at Itachi's tingling member with every thrust. Both males released their seed at the same time letting out gasps of pleasure.

Itachi hastily pulled up his pants, a crimson blush glowing on his pale cheeks. "I''ve got to find Konan."

"Go ahead. I'll be waiting to fuck you again sometime soon."

"Oh, now aren't you the pretty one?" Said Pein, smirking.

Temari opened her fan and glared. "You lay a finger on my brothers or me, I will fucking smash you to pieces."
"Gaara is your brother? How sweet. Lucky you jumped in at that time or he would be dead by now."

"Shut up and fight! He already got killed by you limey bastards and I can't let that happen again."

"Your little brother seems more fun to fight with." He said, walking away. "Besides, I couldn't hurt a pretty young lady like yourself now, could I?"

She smashed her fan into the floor right in front of him. The ground cracked from the force. "I am your opponent. Get used to it, you son of a bitch."

Pein laughed softy. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!"

"Give me all you've got." She swung her weapon toward him. The man blew back slightly and chuckled. "That is one hell of a fan you've got there."

"Yeah. So what?" She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped in fright.

"Hey, beautiful." Whispered a raspy voice in her ear. She shuddered, turning to face Kisame. "You again!"
"Oh yes."

"You're the sick pervert who tried to rape my brother!"

"In the flesh. Now it's your turn."

"Hey! Back off!"

He tore the fan from her hand and threw it across the floor. "Come here, sweetheart. I can make you feel good." He pinned her arms to the wall.

"Let me fucking go!" She screamed, desperately trying to throw him off.

Gaara stood outside with Itachi and Konan, a harsh breeze blowing from the mountains. He didn't even know what time of year it was; but the way the icyness of the night air froze his skin, he was sure it was at least Winter. Minutes passed. Where was Temari? He started to get a sickening feeling that something really wasn't right.

"Guys, I'm going back."

The both looked up.

"Why?" Asked Itachi.

"I've got a bad feeling about Temari." He said, running inside.

"Wait! What if something happens to you?"

He stopped, turning to face the pair. "If I'm not out in five minutes, then that's when you need to worry."

"Right. We'll come looking for you in five minutes then."
"You don't have to. I'm just saying."

"Hurry and get your sister." Said Konan.

"Hai." He said, rushing through the main hall. "Temari!"

Silence. Shit. "Temari!"

A muffled scream echoed through the building. His heart hammered painfully against his ribs and breathing was suddenly becoming noticeably difficult. "Dammit! Where are you?!" He couldn't lose her. She was like a parent to him and Kankuro. She was the mother of the household. It would never be the same without her. "Temari!" Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, but he blinked them away and carried on searching. As he rounded the corner, he saw Kisame holding Temari by her throat. She went limp in his grasp. Gaara threw himself into Kisame's stomach, making him drop her on the floor.

"You fucker!"

Kisame chuckled and slammed him into the wall. The Sand-nin doubled over, but quickly regained his senses and staggered over to Temari. She wasn't breathing. Tears yet again built up, but he couldn't hold them back and burst out sobbing. "Come on! You can't die!"

Kisame kicked him in the side. Gaara cried out and fell. "Please! I'll do a-anything! Don't h-hurt her!"

"Does 'fucking' count as 'hurting'?"

"Kisame, d-don't. I'm b-begging you t-to let us go!"

"Not gonna work, kid." He raised his samehada.

"No!"

The weapon came down.

Itachi grabbed Temari and Gaara, pulling them out the way of a fatal blow from Kisame's samehada. He looked down at them both and saw Gaara wiping tears away from his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"That bastard, he hurt her."

"What?" He checked Temari's vitals. "Where the hell is Konan when you need her?"

"Dammit!"

"I'll do my best to save her!"

"She's my sister and I love her!"

"I know. I'll do CPR. You take care of Kisame, but be careful of his sword."

"Yeah. Please, save her!"

"I promise I will."

Gaara smiled at his friend and then turned to Kisame. "You hurt her. Now I'm gonna give you something you'll never forget!"

"Bring it. As if a skinny little imp like yourself could do anything to me. You make me laugh. I almost pity you."

"Shut up."

Kisame smacked his samehada into Gaara, cutting him across the side. The fifteen year-old crashed against the wall, coughing up blood.

"Gaara!" Yelled Itachi.

He pushed himself up, glaring at the man.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yeah. How's Temari?!"

"She's breathing, but the damage is a lot worse than I thought. I'll take over from here."

"It's nothing, seriously. I haven't even got started yet."

"Trust me on this. I can handle him better than you- Watch out!"

Gaara dodged another blow from the samehada and ran to Itachi. "If you insist. Just be careful, yeah?"

"I know. Keep trying to wake your sister up and find out where she's injured."
"Hai." He began to shake her gently. "Come on, wake up."

She slowly opened her teal eyes and looked around. "Where am I?"

Gaara hugged her. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah." She hugged him tight, tears streaming down her face. "I promise I'll never let anything like that happen to you ever again."

"Don't promise. You can't change fate."

"You and Kankuro are my little brothers and I should be there for you both. I feel awful after everything! It all ended in Kankuro getting seriously injured and you getting killed! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be. We all need to look out for each other. Stop blaming yourself, okay?"

She sniffled. "You're right."

"You stay there. Itachi needs my help."

"Be careful."

He nodded and staggered to his feet. "Kisame, you leave him the hell alone."

The man turned. "Oh great, it's the Sunagakure brat!"

"Call me that one more time and I swear-"

Itachi growled. "Gaara! Stop provoking him! You'll make things worse!"

Kisame grabbed Gaara. "Should I cut off one leg or two?" He asked with a smirk.

"I'll cut off your fucking dick if you don't put him down!" Threatened Itachi.

"Then I couldn't fuck you anymore, my precious jewel."

Gaara growled. "Hey Itachi! What were you saying about provoking him?"

"Shut up, Gaara. I'm trying to save your fucking life!"
"I can handle this douche." Said the sand-nin, elbowing Kisame hard in the stomach.

Itachi ran over and pulled Gaara away. "Right, what I'm about to do now is a rare technique. Rare, but powerful. Under any circumstances, you must not look into my eyes. If you do, you will fall under my genjutsu."

"What sort of genjutsu?"
"If you fall under it, you will be tortured so badly that you will want to die and you can't escape. Days after, you will awaken, but won't be able to move for a long time."

"Wow."

"I will tell you to run in a minute. Take Temari and get out of here. I'll join you soon after. Don't look back. Just keep going no matter what."

"All right."

"Here it goes! Mangekyou Sharingan!"

Gaara turned away and met his sister's confused gaze.

"Gaara, what is it?" She asked.

"Do not look into Itachi's eyes." Answered Gaara.
"Why?"

"You'll be put under a genjutsu. A bad one."

"Oh okay."

They heard an ear-splitting yell from behind them.

"Run!" Shouted Itachi.

"What's going on, Gaara?!" Demanded Temari.
"Run and don't look back."

"Whatever."

They rushed out into the corridor, Gaara's side began to burn with pain, he cried out out, doubling over.

"What's wrong?"

He changed the cry of pain into a cough.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I need to help Itachi. You go on ahead."

"Wha-"

"Just go."

She nodded and ran. Gaara stopped and leant against the wall, breathing hard and clutching his side. The wound was hurting badly and he was unable to move quick enough.

Itachi closed the genjutsu and stumbled away, exhausted. Blood and sweat caked his whole body, dripping from his raven hair and torn black clothes. This time, he was sure Kisame was gone for good. Clutching his injured arm, he staggered round a corner and saw Gaara sitting on the stone floor with his back against the wall.

"Gaara! I told you to run!"

"I couldn't, my side..."

"Your side? Let me see."

Gaara lifted up his shirt to reveal a gaping wound from the middle of his chest travelling diagonally down to his right side.

"How the-"
"Kisame. When he struck me with the samehada."

"Where's Temari?"

"I told her to go on ahead."

"Let's go before somebody comes."
"What did you do to Kisame?"

"I put him under a genjutsu, meanwhile I stole his samehada and cut off his left leg."
"But you're hurt."

"The samehada can only be wielded by Kisame. It tore at the skin on my hands, but I was determined to kill that bastard for all he's put us through."
"Is he dead?"
"I think so."

They suddenly heard a scraping noise and a groan of pain. Kisame had dragged himself round the corner, the remaining stump of a leg was being dragged behind him with blood spurting out of it. The mangled flesh hung out of severed skin and the bone protruded from it. Gaara took one look at him and nearly threw up. Itachi glared at Kisame. "I thought you were dead, you bastard!"

"I've come to finish you both off."
"You can't do shit in that condition!"

"Oh yeah?" The man stood up, dragging the bloody stump in the air. Itachi kicked him down and Gaara landed three punches to his face.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Asked Itachi.

Gaara nodded.

"We have to get out."

"Yeah." He staggered along beside his friend.

"I would help you, but I can barely hold myself up."

"I don't expect you to do anything for me."

Itachi suddenly collapsed from blood loss. He lay on the floor shivering. Gaara picked him up and stumbled as fast as he could to the exit.

Konan and Temari were waiting outside. On seeing the pair, Konan immediately took Itachi from Gaara's arms and placed him on the dampened grass.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He got hurt pretty bad and I think he's lost a lot of blood too."

Temari hugged Gaara. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Fine."

"Konan healed me."

"Cool." He sighed gazing at Itachi's limp form.

"What's wrong?"

"Just worried about him."

"I'm sure he'll be fine."

"What's it been like at home?"

"Chaotic. Very very chaotic."

"Oh crap. The last thing I need is that."

Itachi began to wake. He pushed himself up and turned to Konan. "Thanks."
"Hey, don't mention it." She shrugged. "I need to heal your hands, they're cut to ribbons. I'm surprised you still have all your fingers."

"I put Kisame under a genjutsu and used his samehada to cut his leg off."

"The only person who can use that weapon is Kisame himself! How did you bear through the pain and manage to do that?!"

"I really don't know. I guess all these years, anger has built up inside me and I was in an uncontrollable rage."

"Most likely." A green light enclosed her hand, healing the torn flesh. It was quickly over. "Right, we have to get going before the rest of them find Kisame."

"Yeah. Temari, Gaara, let's go." Itachi ordered, following Konan through the trees.

Temari went after that and stood on a tree branch. She turned to her brother and held out her hand. "Gaara come on."

"I know." He joined her, his side feeling as if a fire was raging through his body. "I'm really tired. I need to sleep soon."

"You've been through a lot. Take it easy."
"Itachi's had it worse than me. I don't know how he can go on like that."

"Yeah. Poor guy."
"Can they stay with us?"

"Who?"

"Itachi and Konan."
"Yeah, but you'll have to share a room with Kankuro so they can have your room. The house isn't as big as it used to be with Baki living there and all."

"I don't care. If it wasn't for them, I'd still be dead. The least I can do is give them somewhere to live."

"I guess."

Hey people. This chapter is kinda long, huh?

Well anyway, Someone PMed me saying that I am disturbed for writing sex at my age and they hated yaoi. Well fuck them. Seriously, if they don't like the fucking story then why read it? I hate flamers. If they don't like yaoi they can suck my raccoon tail! Dammit . Sorry, rant over -.-

Gaara: Chapter 10?

Me: Yeah! Double figures!

Itachi: Haha! Kisame! I pwned your butt!

Kisame: T.T My leg! NOOOOOOOOOO

Me: Want me to cut your other leg off?!

Kisame: NO PLEASE!

Happy Christmas my awesome minions! Lol, joke. I don't own anything. Not even my brain T.T Yaoi owns my brain! -sob- Anywaaaaaaaaaayy I asked my dad for a yaoi paddle for Christmas and he's all: OK! BUY MY MENTALLY DISTURBED DAUGHTER A YAOI PADDLE! WHAT A GREAT IDEA!!!!

He actually looked at them on ebay and said I could have one. If Santa steals my cookies one more time this year... -whips out a cricket bat- It's gonna get messy! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hope you all have a lovely Christmas and get everything you want! -Glomp-