Circe – Gaara no Sabaku part 3
She is mine now
I will protect her
I will protect her because she is my most precious person.
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Wind, City of Komashu
The air is cold but I ignore it because I can see them and this is what I've been waiting for. My lips are spread into a wide smile and I tug on my short orange hair. My heart thumps in scarcely controlled anticipation. The stage is dark and everyone has gone quiet. I hold my breath and suddenly the lights are on and what I've been waiting for comes alive in front of my very eyes. The music is incredible, the thrum of the music of both the drums and guitars are breathtaking. The drums set the pace and every note that is strung by the guitar send my blood pumping. I want to capture everything with my eyes and ears but I can't because my eyes are glued to only one person. He's the lead singer. It's Shin and my smile brightens. His words, his lyrics but most of all it's his voice. His voice has me captivated.
His eyes are closed but his voice never waivers as he delivers the lyrics of his song. I watch as his fingers play across his guitar with ease. I marvel at his ability to touch my soul with his voice alone. I love him; I love his music; I am his greatest fan.
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The performance goes without a hitch. The audience even asks for an encore. Later when the performance is over, they all head out backstage. Shin ignores his band mates as they make plans to go drinking at a popular bar. His phone rings and he sees that it's his agent.
He slides his finger across the screen before answering. "Hey, Shin," says his manager. He mutters back that he's listening. "I just got off the phone with Yamanaka industry they have just offered us a deal. Isn't that great?"
Sensing that there was an obvious but coming along he lets out a sigh, "what are you not telling me?" He can hear his agent on the other side cough uncomfortably.
"Well…the contract is for Konoha." Shin says nothing. He knows better than anyone that his brother will also be there. "Shin, please tell me you haven't hung up. I know what you're thinking but believe me this is the best offer for your band. It'll only be for one week."
He sighs before answering, "okay."
"Really that's great!" He has to pull his cell phone away from his ear because of how loud his agent was being. He rolls his eyes at his agent's enthusiasm.
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Konoha
The people in the café are on high alert girls and guys are going around whispering to one another. A group of second year girls can't stop giggling and whispering to one another. Ino rolls her eyes. "Typical," she says.
"Oh, come off it Ino-pig. You can't tell me you aren't a little bit interested." Sakura motions towards the crowd of girls who were more preoccupied by the computer screen.
Her blond friend shrugs uninterested. "I'm just not into Shin like other girls."
"Really," Sakura raises an eyebrow. "You are not interested in one of the most talented guys out there, who also happens to be about our age and one of the most gorgeous specimens of all creation. He is one of the most scrumptious guys out there, aside from Sasuke-kun of course, and you aren't interested."
Ino lets out an exasperated huff. "Now don't be silly forehead. I have more mature taste. I prefer Ryu thank you very much."
"Of course you do, I should have known you preferred Shin's brother," she rolls her eyes.
"He's dreamier, he's dashing. Oh, I loved him in that drama Mischievous kiss."
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The water drizzles down from the shower head. She blinks back the droplets that fall onto her lashes. She smiles at the sight in front of her. His crimson hair has become a darker shade. The water has caused it to stick to him at odd angles. She can't help but laugh when a small chunk of his hair lands in front of his eyes, obscuring his vision. He tilts his head to the side confused but says nothing. She finds him so adorably cute that she can't help but to lean forward and kiss him on his wet lips. He kisses her back and pulls her closer by her waist. His hand digs into her wet locks causing her to moan into his mouth. The mix between his cold hands and warm water cause her to shiver in delight. When they pull away they look into each other's eyes.
"Gaara," she whispers over his lips.
"You are mine," he says before he pulls her in for a long sensual kiss. Her tongue darts across the seam of his lips before letting it dwell into his mouth. She smiles at his obvious possession of her, but she isn't worried because she knows better. It isn't a statement, but a wish. He has found someone he can love and that scares him.
"Yes, Gaara," she says. "I'm yours," she placates him like she would a child. Letting her actions show him that he has her.
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A pair of eyes scan the article in front him when the sound of the back door interrupts him from his musings. He turns around to see a familiar face. "Hinata," he greets.
She stops surprised but smiles up at him, "Neji, how are you?"
He raises an eyebrow at her attempt at evasion but answers nonetheless. "I am well." They say nothing after that. She turns to leave but he stops her. "Hinata?" he asks.
She stills on the steps but doesn't turn around.
"Stop trying to avoid me," his eyes burning a hole on the back of her head.
She smiles softly before speaking, "what do you want me to say Neji."
"The truth," he says without hesitation. "Have you been seeing the kid from Sand." He watches as her shoulders stiffen.
"And if I am," this time she turns around.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into. He's dangerous."
"You don't know him." The emotion behind her words, make him realize that she isn't interested in anything he has to say. He sighs tiredly.
"You're right but you don't know what he's capable of," with that he drops the folder that he held in his hand on the countertop and leaves.
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He awakes in a cold sweat his red hair is mated against his forehead from the sheer heat. While he attempts to catch his breath he closes his eyes trying to remember why he had so desperately wished to awaken. Then suddenly a pounding feeling begins to hammer away at his brain. The pain is excruciating. He holds his head in his hand until the voices begin to appear.
'You will never be loved,' the words alone trigger the pain. His father's condemning words cause him to feel another sharp pain against his skull. 'You're nothing. Nobody can love something like you.' He stifles an agonized scream as he tries desperately to hold onto some semblance of Sanity.
You're wrong, his mind screams. You're wrong father, the pounding comes now full force. 'You and I are the same the only difference is that you have NOTHING.' The eerie chuckle of his father's voice causes him to shake but his resolve does not waiver. 'You're wrong,' his mind screams. 'You're wrong, I have her."
A sinister laughter enters his mind, he can't help but flinch at the sound. 'She will not be yours for long. Remember Gaara I own your life.' 'You will not touch her,' he threatens. This time the anger in his father's voice is much fiercer, 'I will do as I please, pup.'
He swallows his rage and fear. The laughter and pain slowly subside but the damage is done. He does not sleep for fear of what his dreams will bring.
You…
You've become my most precious person.
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"Gaara, come on," she says while pulling on his sleeve. He refuses to budge.
"No," he says. His words are spoken with a sense of finality. She gives him one more tug before she sighs in exasperation.
"Gaara, what's wrong." She watches as his face shifts from worried to blank once more.
"Nothing," he says. She doesn't believe him one bit. She moves closer until she is right in front of him. Her eyes turn soft; she places a hand on his cheek.
"Gaara, tell me," she pleads. His eyes warm a bit before they harden. For a moment she thinks he will turn away but instead he places his hand on top of hers.
"My father," are the only words spoken. She wants to ask what he means but before she can the bell rings. "Come on, we should go." This time he is the one to pull her towards school.
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She watches them as they go into the building together. The sight makes her angry. "Temari," she turns around. She is surprised at being caught off guard when she realizes that it's only Kankuro.
"What?" she snaps without thinking.
He frowns but doesn't comment on her cold demeanor. "I was wondering if you had seen Gaara." Her eyes shift uncomfortably. She looks away but he notices. "What's going on?"
She can't help it, her anger is there. "He's with her," she sneers. It's not the girl she hates but what she presents that does.
He frowns at her words, "do you mean…" he lets his words hang.
"Yes, her," she snaps. She's angry because this isn't supposed to happen.
"I don't see what the big deal is." Before he finishes he knows that he has said something wrong.
"How can you say that," her words are laced with venom. "It's his fault she's gone," she chokes. She blinks back her tears.
His eyes soften, "you know that what happened was no one's fault."
She turns to him and he can see the anger clear in her eyes. He sighs but says nothing further.
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Hinata and Gaara were exiting the movie theater together when he feels the sudden urge to taste her lovely mouth. He pulls her to the side and kisses her. It is impulsive and a part of him fears she will reject his forwardness but when she doesn't push him away, he deepens the kiss. At first his lips only whisper against hers before he lets his tongue lick against the seam of her lips. When she opens her mouth she pulls him closer by tugging on his red hair. Her tongue dwells into his mouth and he can taste the salty-buttery-popcorn. For a moment his mind thinks that he likes this flavor very much. She moans into his mouth and suddenly he finds it hard to think. His hands are touching her and her nails are scrapping deliciously against his skull and for that moment he forgets that they are on some street and that he shouldn't be so distracted. For a moment he forgets everything except the touch of her skin and her lips.
Her tongue darts out and licks one of his, longer deeper scars on his neck. He can't help but shiver before she scrapes her teeth softly across the delicate piece of skin. He vaguely registers their heavy breathing seeing as his focus lays in the way her hands continue to draw him closer.
The pair are so immersed with one another that they fail to notice a group of girls pass them by.
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There was a large crowd waiting outside the airport. At that moment a guy with tussled brown hair with dark shades and sporting a black blazer, stepped out of the plane. Three others follow in his wake. Girls and guys of various ages awe and scream in delight at the famed Slate Zero, with their band leader Shin Kuray.
Shin sighs at the sight, but nonetheless plasters on his usual smile for his adoring fans. His band mate placed a hand on his shoulder. "Relax Shin," he says while waving at their adoring fans. "You might not even have to see your brother." He gives him another pat before heading towards their limo.
"I hope you're right," he mutters to himself.
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At the same time in another part of town a similar pair of eyes stared out the window, watching the scenery change.
"Hey, Ryu are you alright," he turns to find his manager watching him with concern. "Ever since you got that call this morning you've been looking kind of off."
Not sure what to tell her he responds with a short, "It's nothing."
She frowns but doesn't push. "Hey, um I just got a call from NBK. The auditions for your leading lady will be held tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah,…that's great." Seeing that she wasn't going to be getting much out of him she drops it.
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Her eyelids drop as her mind trails to a long ago memory. She smiles softly before shifting to look at Gaara as he lies against the base of the tree. His eyes are locked on the night sky. He seems calm but she knows that it is only a matter of time before he breaks. She knows that sooner or later he will begin to question this new found piece. He doesn't talk about it but she knows that like her he has his own demons to deal with.
The light of the moon casts a glow making his pale skin seem unearthly, unattainable. She smiles softly at the view before she is sitting before him. Without thinking she reaches out to touch his face. His eyes shift to look at her and her breath catches but she doesn't stop. Her fingertips brush against his cheek. His stare never wavers even when she becomes bolder with her actions. He closes his eyes letting his eyelids shut for a moment before moving his lips to brush against her fingertips. She moves closer never taking her eyes away from his face. Then slowly his eyes open and she understands what Sasori meant all those nights ago.
Without hesitating she moves to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Before she can move back, he cups her face in his hands and deepens the kiss. Her hair moves to shield them from the night as their lips move against one another. Her lips are left trembling when he moves to kiss her neck. She shivers with suppressed desire. In the next moment Gaara pulls her from her crouch onto his lap. Her legs are on either side of him as he presses her closer to him. She trembles when his fingertips touch the soft skin of her thighs. Her lips seek his before she lets her teeth trace the long thin scar of his neck. He groans tightening his hold on her legs before he presses her closer and begins to explore her neck once more.
She sighs at the feel of his lips on her skin. She grips his shoulders when his lips reach the spot between her ear and her collarbone. She gasps when she feels his teeth nip the delicate skin causing her to press herself further against him. Her movements cause him to shift and grind against her. The sensation causes her to moan in delight. Her eyes glitter with desire.
"You're mine," he whispers against her neck.
She wants him, needs him. The desire is pumping so hard against her veins that she is having a difficult time thinking. He pulls away her small jacket to expose her bare arms. The dress she is wearing is scrunched up exposing her thighs making her look unbearably difficult to stop from devouring her here and now. He lets his hands trail her arms, she shudders at the contact. He takes her plush lips, letting his tongue trail her lower lip before trailing her spine. The act alone causes her to arch into him. His eyes take in the sight.
Her eyes lower before she places her lips close to his ears, "I'm yours." The whispered promise brings forth the desired effect. He doesn't hesitate when he removes her dress. The cold makes her shiver. Before either can realize their actions, her lips are already on his exposed skin and his hands are on hers.
"I want you," he says between kisses and nips on her ivory skin. "I want all of you," he whispers but by know she has stopped listening. All she can do is feel, feel the touch of his lips on her skin; the taste of his skin on her lips. "I won't lose you," his whisper is lost to the night.
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The moon filters through the window illuminating their bodies as they entwine with one another. She gasps as she rides him. With every thrust a pulsing pleasure goes through her until they leave her toes tingling. He groans with every shift of her hips causing the sheets to shift with every thrust. Their bodies are covered in perspiration creating a perfect friction for their bodies. She gasps when begins to guide her movements. His hands grip her hips before bringing their lips together for a searing kiss that is only intensified by his eliciting thrusts of his hips.
They don't stop even when her throat becomes hoarse.
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She is his greatest treasure
His most precious person
And he will not lose her…he can't
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A/N: Thank you! To everyone that has been keeping up with my story. I'm sorry it took so long but for some reason this chapter did not want to come out. Thank you, all for supporting me and bearing with me.
Ps: To show you that I have been working on it, these are a few of the attempts that I made.
Attempt # 7 (third piece)
Somewhere in the other side of the city a large stretch limo pulls up in front of the prestigious Binagan building where only the most important individuals stay. A man dressed in black steps forward and opens the door. A young man dressed in the finest blue colored suits steps out. His brown hair complements his suit to a T. At a first glance this scene would not look so significant if not a second man with a similar colored suit and similar appearance stepped out as well. Two equally handsome men with equally similar expressions, look at one another before placing a pair of shades on one another before stepping into the Binagan building.
Attempt # 9
Her laughter rang short and soft. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "In that case, I think it's time I showed you how." Her smile broadened at his quizzical stare.
"Show me?" he asked unsure. The small tenor of fear that laced his words did not go unheard by her.
"Come on. Trust me," she said while extending her hand. Tentatively he laced his hand with hers letting her drag him towards their destination. Oddly he realized that he did in some way trust her. So there were no questions asked when she proceeded to lead them off of school grounds even when classes were far from being over. "Tada," she said in exuberant delight.
He shifted unsurely in his spot. He felt oddly embarrassed by the whole prospect of what they were about to do. "I change my mind," he said in the most authoritative voice he could muster hoping she would just do as he said.
She smiled cheekily at his sudden reluctance. "Scared?" she prompted. Her smile broadened at his sudden glare.
"No," he practically growled.
"Oh, come on. It's not a big deal. If you want you can even close your eyes." Her words were meant to coax him into going along with her plan but it had the opposite effect.
His eyes darted around to see if anybody would come across them and witness them in the act. He shuddered to think if his family saw him here. "No," this time he crossed his arms for effect. He almost growled in frustration when a look of sheer determination crossed her face. The look alone told him he was doomed. While a part of him wondered when their roles had changed another was slightly intrigued by the new dynamics of their relationship.
"Gaara," she said in a no nonsense tone. "It's just a swing. It's not going to kill you. It's easy, I promise, so stop acting like a baby and come over here." He frowned at her usage of words but did as she asked.
"I don't see the point in this," he gestured to what they were about to do.
She raised an eyebrow before she began to swing. "This…my dear…Gaara…is…the...joy…of being…a…child." She smiled gleefully as she continued to swing back and forth. He frowned but followed suit. It wasn't long before he lost himself. It was strange. While a part of him felt absolutely ridiculous another smaller part was enjoying this very much.
Thinking back he wondered how they had gotten to this point…
It was only one week since that night and yet it felt like a lifetime ago. Her skin felt soft and warm under his touch. He no longer bruised her ivory skin if he could help it. At most he would leave bite marks on her soft skin. That wasn't all that was different he also let her touch him freely. At first his body would tremble and tense whenever her fingertips would come too close. His heart would thump hard against his ribcage whenever her hands reached the skin of his throat but not once did he pull back. She touched and traced his scars. Asking questions about how he got them. He would give answers to some but to most he would not and that was fine because she never pressed.
He would let her trace his body and she would allow the same. He loved her soft willing mouth but that was never the best part. The best part was always afterwards, when she would lay in his arms and sleep. It never failed to make his heart swell with warmth when she would allow him to hold her as she slept. The many women he had ever been with would never allow that because of their fear; their fear of sleeping with an uncontrollable monster. It surprised him every time when she would accept his embraces knowing who he is and what he is capable of doing.
Consider this as a form of apology for taking forever to update. Sorry!
Original Clip of Part 8 (Itachi & Hinata Scene)
He slammed her against the wooden cabinet as his lips continued to devour her succulent lips. His actions were nothing but precise eliciting the most arousing moans from her small body as she trembled under his finger tips. His fingers explored her body very much in the same way he mastered the key strokes on a piano. His strokes slowed as he slowly slipped the straps off her dress letting her know that this wasn't the same. She was not going to be one of his many. She was like music to him. He could manipulate every stroke as much as he wanted but he could never stop because it was the music that held the control. While she may be a willing instrument to his desires, he was nothing but a slave to his.
The chatter and the clinking of glasses became a distant sound as they continued to touch and taste one another. When he had seen her approach in that lilac dress that touched every curve of her body he knew who couldn't wait. He would have her even with the growing crowd of people.
She removed his jacket and let it fall to the ground, as he easily lifted her up, so her legs could wrap around his waist. His hands caressed the skin that was left uncovered by the cloth as he continued to slip his tongue into her mouth, his tongue gently coaxing hers to come out. Her body moved at his every touched like a well played instrument.
His actions were slow as he slowly lifted her dress up to her hips and removed the cloth that covered her entrance. She gasped as he inserted his first finger. He held his breath as he watched her arch beautifully against his hand. He kissed his way until he reached the top of her breasts. With one quick thrust he entered her wet core. He would make her scream for him one last time.
