This is a super long chapter its like an triple chapter, longer than I usually write. Sorry, I haven't updated, been studying like crazy to pull all As so I have a chance to get in med school. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully I can get a few more chapters in before X-mas break is done.

Keiko's POV

I was the first one to exit the train and I just kept running, I wasn't really sure where I was going, I just knew I wanted to be as far away from everything I could. The train had yet to come to a halt yet but that didn't bother me. Memories and new feelings warped my being, I didn't understand anything and I felt so alone. I just wanted to go home back to the place I belonged, the only place I have ever belonged. I might have been alone there but it was my place and loneliness was the only thing I felt. If I never dreamed of being able to find another being to connect with then I would never be in a situation like this one.

I slowed down and started to walk a slow pace, my lips tingled as so did the rest of my body. 'Why does he touch me and why does he kiss me?' I asked myself bringing my fingers to my lips touching them while closing my eyes. When I touched my lips I could almost remember the feel of Gaara's lips on mine and I knew he was doing something to me that was irreversible.

"But to him, it's just revenge" I whispered quietly to myself and I did not know why the thought bothered me. After all, he was no one to me, really he was just a stranger and even now I knew very little about him. I started compiling everything I knew about him, him watering his cati, him working, him eating that strange food he seemed to like... then I stopped my train of my thought.

"This is wrong" I muttered dazed, I was not myself something was changing in me. I took another step and lost my balance almost falling before steadying myself, "I'm such a fool" I muttered to myself once more before walking once more. I didn't know who I was anymore and I didn't know where I was going. My destination was unknown to me and I could feel the adrenaline leaving my body.

Walking was becoming difficult because I had to concentrate on moving my feet, my body just felt so hot and achy. It seemed as if my body was screaming at me for running away from him and his touches and it should have repulsed me the idea of him touching me but it didn't. Even though I tried to deny what was happening I was beginning to crave his touches as much as my body and I resented myself for it. Never would I thought I would crave another's touch especially that of a namuh who only desire was some twisted type of revenge. I was just confused because this thing I was doing resembled a family and all I ever wanted was a family...

I closed my eyes in defeat, it was exhausting thinking about everything and all I wanted now was to find a place to rest. When I reopened my eyes and looked around I realized I was lost. I didn't remember where I had come from but I did know I was in a village; however, I didn't know what village I was in because I wasn't paying attention to where Temari or anyone else had said as to where we were going. Then a soft breeze justled my hair causing me to turn in the direction it blew in, I inhaled it and was immediately reminded of the past as a familiar scent filled my nose.

It smelled of the earth after a raging thunderstorm which caused excitement to stir within me. The tiredness I had felt early had disappeared as I began to pump my legs in the direction of the scent. I felt like a child again bounding forward but a small piece of me feared it wasn't Silver Fang but how could I mistake his scent of wild lightning for anyone but him. I rounded several corners several times barely dodging others on my way to him, my heart beating in wild joy that we would be together again, the corner of my lips turning up in a smile.

Keiko chose to ignore the whispers in her mind, instead choosing to listen to the folly of her own heart. How she yearned for something familiar in a lonely and strange place but trying to relive the past which has already gone by will only cause her more heartache. When she saw the gleam of silver her heart thundered with more happiness as the sight only confirmed her belief this person was her Silver Fang. Eager to catch up to him she raced forward retracing steps she already took long ago but her happiness would only be short lived as her encounter will only cause her to relive a harsh truth.

She calls out to him, "Silver" but he continues to walk ignoring her yells to him. She tries again, "Silver...Silver!" she yells becoming flustered by his attitude towards her. With a burst of speed, Keiko grabs his shirt's sleeve forcing him to come to a stop.

"Caught ya Silver and what's with you ignoring me like that," she whines like a child. It had been so long since she felt so happy and her face is brimming with untold joy.

The man whose sleeve she has turns around and Keiko is shocked, this was not her Silver Fang. The man may have looked like him, they had the same height, same build, and same silver hair but something about the eyes was different... This man who stood in front of her was not her Silver because her Silver's scar was over the right eye and this man didn't have a scar...

Keiko's thoughts raced, 'An imposter? No... that isn't right because... Silver was dead, wasn't he? He died a long time ago...' The truth sunk in when she realized Silver was dead and then she realized if he was dead so was Furball. They were both dead and that's why they hadn't looked for her. Her heart trembled with grief with the truth of her situation because she was truly alone now. The sorrow she felt was unbearable and she couldn't contain it, tears welled in her eyes.

The memories of the times she was with Furball and Silver resurfacing, and she wondered how she forgot all the happy and sad days she spent with them. They were her world and now she felt so empty knowing they were gone while she the monster was still breathing.

"Who are you" she sputtered on the verge of crying, the truth of knowing about their deaths tearing at her heart.

"My name is Kakashi, I'm not.." he begins to say to clear up the misunderstanding but she starts crying yanking on his shirt sleeve profusely.

"Why" she chokes out her eyes staring up into his while tears stream down her face. He pities her but somewhere inside of him yearns to comfort her so he reaches out to her to comfort her. Even though they had never met she felt so familiar to him.

'Why, am I always left behind?' Keiko thought, while a bundle of emotions raged through her small body.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes while patting her shoulder in comfort loss at what else to do but he somewhat understood her problem. She had mistaken him for someone else that she held very dear to her heart.

"Why" she whimpers still tugging at his sleeve, pleading for an answer she didn't have a question for. Lost in her grief she was unaware of the crowd forming around them, even the man was unaware till he overheard a few mumbles from the crowd.

"What's happening" someone whispered in the crowd to another person.

"Apparently, he used her and tossed her away" answered someone else.

"Who would with a babe like that? " some guy shouted in disbelief loud enough for Kakashi to hear.

On the other side of the crowd, a group of gossiping old hags had been present for the scene and like everyone else in the crowd they had thought the same. Even though they had known this man since a boy and nothing like this had every occurred before, they weren't surprised seeing this because they had somewhat expected it.

"I can't believe that man, I know he notorious for reading those disgusting books but for him to lay his hands on such a young and proper woman," muttered one of the old hags.

Another whispers back, "It's a shame the heir of the Hatake clan would do such a thing to a young girl".

"It's not what it looks like" shouted Kakashi in pure panic at the crowd that was forming but some in the crowd just shook their heads in disappointment, others shock, and others were entertained.

"Come on," he said grabbing the girl's arm practically dragging her away from the onlookers that had gathered. He rounded several corners in less populated areas and was about to round another corner until he heard a loud and boisterous voice.

"The power of youth" shouted a man he knew all too well. The voice sent shivers down Kakashi's spine and he quickly yanked the girl's arm towards him pulling her into his embrace before she could round the corner. He did not want to be caught with a crying girl by Gai of all people. The situation to begin with was already bad but it would only get worse if Gai was involved. Kakashi knew he would eventually be pulled into Tsunade's office once the rumor hits her ear but he wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible until then.

As Kakashi peered around the corner, the warmth of his embrace calmed Keiko and her crying slowly subsided, her initial grief ebbing away leaving her feeling empty inside now that she knew the truth. Like Silver Fang, this man's presence soothed her soul and she had no doubt that he was a descendant of her Silver.

"Thank you," she whispered to the man, the last of her tears trailing down her face.

Before he could respond another loud and obnoxious voice shouted behind him, "Kakashi Sensei what are you doing over there?"

"Kakashi, where?" shouted Gai in the distance causing Kakashi to grow pale.

I turned and saw a kid with a vibrant smile and bright blonde hair, I couldn't help but stare. He was so familiar to me but I knew I had never met this kid until now. My heart started to race and I began to panic, I needed to run, to get far away from this kid. My body screamed danger and it was the first time I felt true fear since... since that day. From behind the boy, he emerged and my eyes widened in pure horror.

I thought I had escaped him but how is he alive and how did he find me. His mouth was pulled back in a mocking sneer, his dark and cold eyes glistened with the same untold horrors, and I couldn't do anything but stare into his eyes witnessing his corrupted soul. I couldn't move my legs, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't close my eyes, the only thing I could do was watch as he steadily approached me. He walked past the blonde kid and my heart raced faster. How did they not see him, how did they not feel the danger which oozed from him. I did the only thing I could do which was squeeze Kakashi's arm with my hand.

But Kakashi was ignorant of my warning. He walked right up to me, and they did nothing to stop him, how could they not tell how frightened I was. He stopped in front of me and leaned forward, his face was so close to mine I could feel his cold breath on my face. He reached his hand out towards my face. I wanted to recoil but I couldn't.

"What wrong," he whispers before his hand makes contact with my cheek and my world goes black. My body feels as if it weighs nothing and all I can hear are panicking voices around me and his haughty laughter before my black world becomes silent as well.

I woke up gasping for air, my throat was so dry, "Water" I choked out in a strangled voice. Within seconds of my request, I felt a cup brimming with cold water pressed to my lips. I swallowed it down greedily, the water soothing my burning throat. When I had enough I pushed the cup away from my face gently and quickly fell back onto the bed. I felt myself drifting to sleep but I could have sworn I felt the gentlest touch on my head, the fingers threading through my hair rubbing my scalp in a soothing manner.

When I woke the second time I felt refreshed, I slowly sat up and looked around at my surroundings. I wasn't sure where I was but it looked similar to Gaara's office but messier than his. I still felt uneasy but I was sure what I saw was a hallucination or perhaps a memory from my past. He was dead, I had killed him but it was a warning of some sort and I had to figure it out but first I had to figure out where I was. I glanced around the room and spotted a sleeping Kankuro on the window sill, of course, they found me and of course they would never leave me unguarded.

I pushed myself off the couch, and I walked over to where he was. He looked pretty lame, he was drooling sound asleep what a guard he was. My eyes looked out the window thinking about everything, the sun was setting and the lights in the city were beginning to flicker on. I had so many questions, so little answers, and forgotten memories.

"Kankuro, you're drooling," I spoke looking out the window still in deep thought. Me calling his name startled him awake, it was quite funny.

"Wait what?...Keiko?" he began.

"You're drooling it's disgusting," I stated a slight smile forming on my face. I felt myself being pulled into that false lull again and quickly drew my lips back. I needed to find Kakashi, maybe Silver had left me something which might explain my foggy memory. I knew things without knowing why, remembered others things but I couldn't piece everything together.

"Ohh sorry. I must have dozed off," he chuckled. "Anyway Gaara will be back soon we forced him to get something to eat. He wouldn't leave your side the whole time."

"Forced? What do you mean" I asked turning my head to look at Kankuro, my face scrunching up in confusion trying to understand what he meant.

"I mean you have him wrapped around your finger. I'm not sure how you did it but you did, I like him like this, leaves me some opportunities to make fun of him. All and all you're good for him you know that." He said rubbing the back of his head still chucking.

"I don't understand, I don't," I said more confused than I already was and that's when he burst out in laughter.

"Wait, you really don't understand do you," he said in disbelief and began laughing at me again. "This is good, too good," he said wiping the tears from his eyes. I was getting really annoyed at him, I wasn't sure what he was talking about but I knew he was making fun of me for not understanding something.

"Well where are we," I said looking around doing my best to ignore him and also change the subject.

"The Hokage's office," he said a smirk still on his face.

"The Hokage's office, it's rather messy here nothing like Gaara's office," I said looking at all the bottles of empty booze and scattered papers.

"No, it's not, this village and the residents here are nothing like you seen before." he said.

"I know Silver and," I said mumbling my thoughts out loud, I wasn't thinking really about what I said and it was a mistake. I was deep in thought, the memories of my past were there but not there at the same time. It was like putting together a puzzle and missing some of the pieces.

"Who's Silver Keiko?" Kankuro asked curiously pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes went wide at the realization I spoke something that was private aloud to someone else, it was a giant mistake on my part.

"No one, no one at all. Forget I even said it," I panicked walking past Kankuro in a hurry. My heart was hurting again, it hurt so bad, was it because I couldn't remember or was it because they were dead. I didn't know for sure.

"Did it have something to do with what happen earlier?" Kankuro asked again. Images of people dying by my doing flashed through my head, their screams and pleas for help filled my head. I could almost hear his voice now beckering and ordering me to do the worst things possible. I felt sick thinking about what I had done to those innocent people.

"No..Just drop it," I said my hands clenching into fists, I glanced down and noticed the white of my knuckles were showing. It surprised me but at the same time, it didn't I was having trouble controlling my emotions every since I meet these strange people, and I was glad he couldn't see my face I didn't want him to see how I feeling. I had to let it go, it did me no good to let the past control my emotions, I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Let's go" I spoke my voice calm and even again. I left Kankuro to mull over my brief episode of vulnerability, he shouldn't get to used to it because he will be attending his sister-n-law's funeral soon.

"Go where?" he asked before it clicked in his head that I meant out of the building. "Wait, Keiko! I'll get in trouble with Gaara if you..." he began to say before I slammed the door in his face. He was right behind me pleading with me to go back but I simply ignored him. I eventually found my way to the restaurant following the scent of wild lightning much to Kankuro's dismay. It was cold out and I couldn't wait to get inside and I tried for the second time to slam the door in Kankuro's face this time failing.

I entered the restaurant and everyone turned and looked over at me growing silent some glancing at Gaara then back to me. He stared at me and I knew he was irritated, good he should be. However, Sakura was the first to speak up.

"Keiko you should be resting!" she said worriedly. She began to get up so I had to speak up.

"I'm not ill I was just tired, I was just so excited to meet all of you I didn't get much sleep" I spoke sweetly forcing myself to smile at everyone.

"Ohh I'm glad. I mean I couldn't find anything wrong with you so that explains it" she said. After she said that everyone jumped up and ran over to me to introduce themselves and how they meet Gaara. The blonde boy was the first then the man in the wheelchair with the obnoxious green track suit. It was overwhelming but eventually they went back to their own seats, back to chatting amongst each other. Kankuro brushed passed me whispering something only I could hear.

"Liar," he said before sitting down opposite of Gaara. Kankuro, Temari, Gaara, and Kakashi were the only ones who didn't believe my lie, I could tell from their faces. I knew Gaara expected me to sit next to him but there was a vacant seat next to Kakashi. I walked really fast past Gaara and plopped down next to Kakashi and took a quick glance at Gaara who seemed unfazed by my action. That was good I was expecting some sort of reaction from him but the only ones who seemed to be reacting from my action were Kankuro and Temari. They seemed really jittery, Kankuro spilling his drink and Temari dropping some of her silverware.

"You should sit next to you fiance, Miss" Kakashi spoke his visible eye lazily looking down at me.

"That's okay, I would think he would want me to thank the person who caught me when I fainted. It's only proper," I spoke playing with my fingers before looking up at Kakashi's face innocently. He looked so much like Silver that it somewhat calmed my frayed nerves from earlier. He looked at Gaara before looking back at me and sighing and he looked like he was going to say something else to me but was interrupted abruptly.

"Kakashi, let the young girl thank you," hollered the man in the green tracksuit whose name if I remember correctly was Gai.

"If he doesn't want me to then it's okay. I'll go sit with my fiance, I probably caused him enough problems today." I muttered acting as if I was disappointed.

"Don't be silly Keiko-chan. Sorry for the actions of my youthful comrade" Gai apologized then he turned to Kakashi and began to whisper-yell holding his hand up next to his mouth attempting to block my view of his words, "Kakashi act like a gentleman in the presence of a proper woman, it's not often we get such chances."

I began giggling, trying to fit into the role I had been given. It was not as forced as my smile from earlier but it was still uncomfortable. I did not like acting or pretending to be someone I wasn't. It made me wondered when this life of pretend began.

"Beautiful wildflower what's so funny," Gai asked in bewilderment.

"Gai, she laughing at you" muttered Kakashi annoyed, it seemed he had given up on trying to persuade me to go sit next to Gaara. Since he was unable to persuade me to go sit next to Gaara I assume he was going to try his best to ignore my presence.

"What did I say?" he asked in confusion. Some people approximately my age a table over were shaking their heads in disgust, I assumed they were his students so I could only assume most people viewed this man's behavior as odd. Although these people surrounding Silver's descendent were strange I could tell they were still good people, Silver would be happy knowing this. When I found his grave I will mention it to him, that and everything I encountered. My thoughts were interrupted when a waitress carrying food and drinks came to our table passing some of it to Gai and Kakashi. She seemed a little confused when she looked at me, I'm guessing it was because I was not here when she took the order and she didn't have an order for me.

"Dear, would you like something?" she asked after passing everyone their food and drink. At first, I wondered if she was talking to me, I wasn't really used to this treatment from people.

"Beautiful wildflower, don't be shy, tell her what you want," Gai said jumping in when he saw my hesitation.

"I'm good, thank you," I said pretending to be shy. Maybe I really was, I was out of my comfort zone, normally I would have killed my target already if I was on a mission or already given orders for a mission if it was during a clan dinner. I was never asked if I ever wanted anything and if I was given anything it was not for my benefit.

"Well, let me know if you want anything, okay hon," the waitress said smiling at me. I smiled back trying to imitate how everyone was acting.

"I will thank you," I said still feeling uncomfortable about how nice everyone was to me. 'If they know what type of monster I was, would they still act like this?', I thought to myself silently.

The waitress turned and left but not before glaring at Gai. I wondered what earned him that glare, he seemed nice, he was just extremely hyperactive. I looked over at Kakashi's plate and noticed not only did it smell good it looked good. The food looked like the food Silver used to eat but I was having trouble recalling the name of it which bothered me a lot. But instead of eating his food he pulled a book out and begins reading and it wasn't any book, it was the book I wanted, Icha Icha Paradise. I watched him curiously about why he pulled the book out when he was finally served but my question would be answered shortly.

I found out by watching him he used the book to cover his face while he ate so no one could see his face and it reminded me of Silver because he used to do that too. The smell from the food drifted to my nose causing me to become hungry so his next spoonful of food I stole. It tasted good and I didn't have to worry about poison or anything if he was eating it, it was safe. Next was his drink, I think it was sake since it smelled like alcohol and just like its smell it tasted like shit burning my throat on its way down. Somewhere nearby I heard something break but my attention was drawn back to Kakashi who must have been stunned by what I just did.

"Hollld oonnn!" Kakashi stuttered.

"Kakashi let the girl..." Gai yelled before his head hit the table suddenly, he was out cold. He had only one cup of sake though. After Gai passed out everything became a blur. Someone or more than one someone collected Gai at some point, I think it was his students, I saw Temari leave with some man, and I saw Kankuro stumbled out but other than that everything else became hazy. I kept eating and drinking till the bottle was empty and the food from Kakashi's plate was gone.

The alcohol made the hurt somewhat distant along with everything else, I just wanted to forget all the hurt and I heard namuhs drowned their miseries with it all the time. I was on my tenth or eleventh glass or even my twentieth glass for all I knew, I did know I had drunk a lot and I had become drunk. I was surprised I actually got drunk I never had before but something was different about me; however, the memories of my past were all hazy to begin with and was even more hazy with the alcohol clouding my mind.

Perhaps it was the alcohol influence but I stole another glance at Gaara, it wasn't my first glance of the evening it was just something about him which drew me towards him like a moth drawn towards a flame but I would never admit it aloud. A thought about me being a moth drawn towards made me think of a very ill thought, the moth usually died or the flame was blown out. I wouldn't normally admit it to myself, so it must be the alcohol's influence. It just had to be otherwise I wouldn't be thinking these disturbing thoughts right now.

Pushing the thoughts aside I yawned drowsily, I was tired from everything and really I just wanted to go to bed but that meant asking Gaara because Temari and Kankuro had already retired for the evening. I started thinking about what to do but it was really hard right now because of the alcohol. All I needed was the key to the room and the room number.

The door from outside opened just long enough for a cold breeze to slip in and chill me. I was wearing a thin kimono which offered me little warmth causing me to yearn for the warmth and comforts of a bed. It also caused me to snuggle further into Kakashi's side for his warmth. Stealing Kakashi's warmth made me wonder if Gaara was cold too since he was native to Suna and I stole another glance at him to see if my suspensions were correct. But they weren't, he seemed warm under that furred coat. It made me think of his hands and if my memory proved correct they were warm and comfortable on my skin and how nice it would be if his hands were on me again.

I shook my head, I shouldn't think like that, after all, I just need to ask him what room we were staying in and the key for the room, I did not need to think about unnecessary things. I glanced once more time at Gaara and wondered if he bought the coat, did someone else buy it for him, perhaps that woman he saw that night or even that Matsuri girl gave it to him. It irritated me thinking a woman bought him that coat and here I was cold and that damn dick was nice and warm in some coat some bitch had the nerve to buy for him. Fueled by my anger and due to the alcohol's influence, I decided against asking him for the key and the room's location and did something stupid. Something more than likely I would unknowingly regret later.

"Nee.. Kakashiiii can I sllleeep with you tonighhtt" I hiccuped looking up at equally drunk Kakashi. I saw the beginning of a no form on his lips so I tightened my grip on his arm and began to begged, "Pleeeasse. I luvvv youuu...so mucchh Silverrr" but my begging came to an abrupt halt as I was yanked away from Kakashi's arm.

"Enough," a stern but a familiar voice commanded but before I could question what was happening I was enveloped by a familiar heat. The warmth I recognized belonged to Gaara so I relaxed into it, my tongue too becoming lax. The anger faded from me, it felt good to finally feel safe, it was only with him that I felt totally safe from the nightmares that plagued me.

"You're warm just like what I thought," I mumbled burying my head into his chest sighing in relief now that I was warm. "Can we go to bed now?" I asked, my voice muffled by his shirt and I closed my eyes unaware of how easily it was for me to drift off to sleep. I fell asleep before I could hear his answer.

The next thing I knew was a cold stream of water was jolting me awake, the alcohol induced sleep vanishing in an instant.

"What the hell" I screamed trying to get out of reach of the cold water but I wasn't able to as my body was thrown up against a wall before I could. I opened my eyes and all I could see was the wall in front of my face in what I think was a shower. The water which was previously ice cold turned warm, which was better than it being ice cold.

"What the hell" I yelled again, pissed. My discomfort was fueling my anger.

The only response I received was, "your dirty, strip" and the hands pinning me were gone. I turned around to see Gaara in front of me still dressed, his clothes soaked from the shower. His eyes were flickering back and forth from his cyan blue eyes to the ominous gold and black color. My heart was thundering in my chest, this was not only Gaara but Shukaku his sand demon.

"Strip" he ordered again his voice raspy this time. I wanted to say no but the word never escaped my mouth, my body somehow saving me from doing something extremely stupid I supposed. I guess I figured at the time I didn't have much of a choice and I started undoing the obi of my kimono trying to think of a way to get myself out of this situation but I couldn't think of anything. My mind kept hitting roadblocks, I knew I would never drink again the alcohol was dulling my senses to the point I'm guessing what it was like to be a civilian.

Gaara, maybe Shukaku or both stared at me as I was undoing my obi. I wasn't sure what exactly was going on even though the cold shower jolted me awake I was still out of it, it felt like everything was in slow motion. I was wishing I had worn more clothes so I could prolong whatever he was planning for me. After undoing the obi on my kimono I just stared blankly at his chest avoiding his eyes, I was unsure what to do. My heart thundered in my chest and I wondered if I was afraid.

The last time Shukaku surfaced was when I lied about the injury on my hand and like last time my heart had beat wildly in my chest but it wasn't in fear. I couldn't readily place this emotion but I disliked it... I kept thinking about the time Shukaku surfaced that time and what he did to me... he didn't hurt me he like he seemed worried about my wound just like Gaara. It was confusing, to say the least as to why someone would be concerned about their enemy's wound. I couldn't figure out what it meant, I was becoming more confused with ever interaction I had with these people so much my emotions bubbled over.

"What the hell do you want you bastard?!" I shouted in anger and also confusion forcing myself to meet his eyes.

"You're mine" he growled as if it was common knowledge. He continued to stare at me his eyes continuing to flicker from his pretty eye color to the ominous eyes of Shukaku. Shukaku's eyes were pretty in a twisted sense and I couldn't help but stare at them admiring how pretty they were at that particular moment. I assumed most individuals who saw Shukaku or even through Gaara would be afraid, but I felt no fear staring into his eyes. I was simply thinking the eyes of a supposed monster were pretty.

However, his statement confused me more. What did he mean by his and not only that his words reminded me the day I trained Daiki. He had called me his wife and said something like my business was also his but didn't he tell me he didn't care what I did as long as I didn't interfere with his business. His words didn't make any sense at all at least my ex-clan kept to their word...

"I belong to no one and I especially don't belong to you" I snarled slapping one of my hands against the shower wall the sound echoing loudly in the enclosed space. I had forgotten about how pretty their eyes were and I was now focused on this thought of being owned. It was terrifying, I didn't want that to happen again to me, never again.

'Again' the thought repeated over and over again in my head and it fueled a full-blown panic within me, I had to escape and hide. I just had too and with all my internal panicking that was occurring in my head he had closed the distance between us. I felt his body against mine, his warm breath on my cheek and his hand trailing up my neck, it sent chills across my body. It was like chills caused from being caught in the cold but I wasn't cold, I felt extremely warm. I may have been lost, confused, and angry but the panic of being owned brought forth a forgotten and primal instinct.

His hand reached my hairline and trailed back down along my jaw, his fingers danced dangerously close to my lips. His other hand played with the opening of my kimono pushing it open revealing my juban. He began to fumble with the string securing my juban as he nipped the side of my jaw causing me to flinch slightly. My body felt on fire along with my nerves, my breaths shallow and quick caused from fear and panic and not that other emotion. The need to escape was overwhelming.

"You're mine" he mumbled and growled along my skin as if to reassure himself but his words and touches I barely felt. I hardly registered his teeth gently tugging on one of my many earrings. The sound of my glass earring colliding with each other when he would let go was just a distant chime in my ear.

"Stopp..itt," I whimpered staring up at the water streaming down on me, I don't even remember when I started to stare up. During this moment, it was as if time slowed down and with my mouth slightly agape he pushed his fingers inside of my mouth at the same time he yanked the knot undone on my juban and that's when without thought I sunk my teeth into his fingers. Absolutely no thought was behind it, just pure and primal instinct that was always there that existed for the sole purpose of protecting me. And just as time felt as if it slowed down it sped up just as quickly. I pushed forward towards his right after releasing his bloody fingers from my mouth in an attempt to escape but he grabbed a fistful of the juban pulling me back, slamming me against the wall. The force knocked the wind from my lungs and my kimono slid off pooling at our feet in the tub.

He plastered me against the wall and the fingers of the hand I bit wrapped themselves around my neck. He pushed one of his legs in between mine and I knew if I let myself sink any further down the wall I would be straddling his leg, with only his pants separating my nakedness from his bare skin. The blood washed away as quickly as it welled up from his wounds, trailing down part of my chest and staining my juban red. His sharp nails dug into the soft flesh of my neck but still I wasn't afraid, I actually wished for death by his hands at least it would be peaceful and more preferable to other deaths or fates that could befall me.

His grip on my throat tightened as he inhaled a shaky breath, surely fighting the pain he felt because of his fingers. His eyes had closed as soon as I had clamped down on his fingers with my teeth but after what seemed like forever he let out an even more shaky breath even reopening his eyes. His eyes were mismatched just like mine, one eye belonging to Shukaku while the other belonged to him both staring intently in my own mismatched eyes. He was clearly angry but there was another emotion present, the same one I could never put a name to but I simply ignored it more focused on running away either through escape or death...

"Just kill me, I would prefer it to then being someone's bitch again" I hissed my hands desperately trying to pry his hand from neck to ease some of my discomfort caused from his hold around my throat.

His grip loosened around my throat somewhat, I wasn't sure if it was because of my words or not but I didn't have time to think too long about it. With his other hand he pried one of my hands away from his hand that currently held my throat. He held it in his hand and rubbed small circles on my palm before placing my hand on his cheek then forcing my hand to move down his neck to the first button on his shirt. While holding my hand he used his nail... well his claw to remove the first button from his shirt and we repeated the process until all the buttons were gone, the process lulling me into a trance making me forget some of my earlier panic.

Still holding my hand he pushed his shirt open revealing his naked chest and also the scar on his shoulder. I'm not sure what made me touch it that day on the train but the same thing that compelled me that day compelled me to touch it again. I moved my hand up, his hand allowing it and I touched the scar again, perhaps it reminded me of my own scars. He skin felt hot under my touch, much warmer than my own. I gently touched the scar liking how he trembled from my touch, at the moment I felt more in control and less panicky.

But that control didn't last very long because a few minutes later he pulled my hand down and over his heart. It surprised me how fast it was beating, it confused me as to what it meant as well and why he was showing it to me. I stared at his chest memorized by the sound of his heart beating in his chest but again, he didn't leave me to dwell on my thoughts and dragged my hand down his stomach stopping at his belt. I just stared at where my hand rested on his belt buckle confused as to why he forced my hand down there as well...

But then it clicked as my brain comprehend what my eyes were seeing, he had a bulge in his pants and from reading those books I linked everything together with my limited knowledge about the subject and what he expected me to do. "Fuck you, if you think I'm doing that," I hissed out trying to yank my hand back from his. His grip tightened around my throat again and he moved his head down so his hot breath tickled my ear and his wet hair plastered itself against my jaw and neck.

"Keiko, be careful with your words right now.. because I would be glad to fulfill them," he murmured in my ear before nipping it using his teeth and tongue which only made me shiver. Another situation I had no idea what to do in, what was wrong with him, all this for revenge. My hesitation seemed to irritate him as he bit down on my ear and dug his claw into the back of my hand before whispering in my ear again in warning, "Keiko".

I began fumbling with his belt buckle with shaky hands and he became impatient or annoyed perhaps both and let go of my hand to undo it for me then he undid the button and unzipped the zipper on his pants as well for me. Afterward, he recaptured my hand again guiding it where he wanted it, inhaling sharply when he placed my hand where he wanted it. He murmured my name again in my ear it sounded like he was pleading with me, "Keiko".

I couldn't help by shake more, I had no idea what I was doing, my face was already hot in embarrassment. I held him in my hand trying to recall anything remotely useful from the book but my head was more focused about what I was being forced to hold. He felt very hot in my hand, much hotter than his hand or when I touched his chest... It was also too large for my hand to wrap around too...

"Gaara" I whimpered, my breaths quick and panicky. As if he could read my mind he moved our hands up his length and down it excruciatingly slow while soft moans escaped him and into my ear. The pressure on my neck disappeared to reappear on my bare shoulder, the movement surprised me slightly but I completely forgot about it as he began moving our hands up and down his length faster. Now that my hand was no longer trying to pull his hand off my neck I quickly latched it onto his shoulder to steady myself. I wrapped my arm around his neck digging and grabbing a handful of his jacket as if it was the only life preserver in an endless ocean.

My head was blank and I moved my hand to the rhythm his hand had created for me, the sensations of him in my hand and his hand moving down my back was overwhelming and the only noise coming from me were soft gasps as I tried desperately to breathe in enough air for my lungs. His hand on my back wasn't rough instead it was gentle, his fingers feather light across my skin tickling me causing me to arch my body inward and away from his hand. At some points, I felt like I couldn't breathe at all my lungs feeling like they had stopped functioning only for me gasp again filling my lungs with the much-needed oxygen.

His hand continued to move with my hand along his length, his other hand creeping further down my back before suddenly grabbing one of butt cheeks. I was taken aback from his action causing me to squeeze his length accidently. He let out a mix between a growl and a moan digging his claws into my butt cheek in retaliation, the pain causing me to ease up on my grip on his length and his hand making me resume the guided stroking. The hand that was on my ass dipped further down and I tried to pull away from it but it was no use as moving away from his hand only resulted in me being closer to him anyway.

His fingers began tentatively touching me there, skimming my opening but never breaching it. That place began to throb where his fingers were rubbing in rhythm with my stroking of his length. The throbbing I felt was an aching for something and I realized what that something was after what seemed like forever, I wanted his fingers within me moving like they were now. I tried to make words come out of my words to plead with him about what I needed but I couldn't get them out. I began to move my hand faster over his length frustrated I couldn't get the words out of my mouth only finding enough strength to gasp for air.

I wasn't sure why he did it but he pulled away from the place where it was throbbing to grabbed my already abused butt cheek again. I stopped breathing temporarily as he dugged his claws back into the sensitive skin and suddenly thrusting himself over and over again in my hand. I gasped loudly inhaling air again when I felt a hot and sticky substance cover my hand and a low guttural moan from Gaara echoed in the bathroom. I instantly pulled my hand away because his hand which held mine seconds ago had let go. I opened my eyes and stared at my hand, I saw only a hint of what I originally felt on my hand before the water finally washed the rest off. I was shocked and escaping wasn't on my mind so I just stared at my hand trying to comprehend what we just did. I felt him pull away from me but I was still in shock and wasn't paying attention to what he was doing.

I suppose I should have because he pulled me towards him and I immediately noticed a difference, he no longer was wearing clothing. I immediately shut my eyes trying to purge the image of what I just saw from my brain and to think I had no trouble looking at death or gruesome things but this I lost my composure growing embarrassed along with other things.

I tried to push him off of me but it did no good he was still able to take the juban off my shoulder with very little effort removing the last article clothing I had on shielding me from him. After my juban came off I realized how bare I was at that moment as I felt his eyes wander over my nakedness making me tremble. His raspy voice filled the bathroom once again, "Keiko...ask me to make you come." he demanded which only caused me to tremble more.

I would never beg even though seconds ago I was willing to and even though my body ached for that same release I had that day in his office and the same release he had just had but I found the strength to speak and I hoped it would carry the same pride and strength as my convictions did in my head. "No," I said and all my hopes were dashed as I ushered the word in a weak whisper which was bearable audible.

He had heard and simply answered me, "very well," before pulling me towards him again so my back faced his chest. I thought he was ignoring my refusal but I was surprised again when he went about washing me starting with my hair. He was very thorough and gentle making sure to remove all traces of soap from hair. I kept my eyes shut the whole time at first wishing for it to be over with but I began to enjoy him washing my hair half way through. The ache had lessen some but returned when he began washing my body. The whole ordeal was torture and it seemed to go on for hours before he finally turned the water off. I thought my ordeal had ended there but I was wrong. When he got out of the shower he pulled me out too and began drying me off with a towel after drying himself off.

I wanted to be far away from him but my body was like jello, I couldn't get myself to move the only thing keeping me up was his arm around my waist. My eyes remained closed the whole time his hands continued to learn my body, the only sounds I emitted were small and pitiful whimpers which he ignored. Using the towel he dried me completely spending extra time with the towel between my legs. After finishing drying me he wrapped a dry towel around me scooping me up in his arms in the process.

The reminding energy I had disappeared completely when he scooped me up in his arm and I couldn't remember when I had fallen asleep. I couldn't remember if I passed out in his arms or if I had ever made it to the bed I would find myself waking up in the next day.

Gaara woke up before Keiko, feeling satisfied but not entirely satisfied and wondered how long he could wait before he devoured her, hopefully, he could wait until their wedding night since it was only proper but if she was willing he would not say no. It was not long until that day but she kept so many secrets from him, he hoped dearly she would open up more before then sharing with him what haunts her in her dreams. It seemed like she slept better when he was near her and it made him happy he could at least hold off some of those nightmares that plague her dreams. He had more questions than he did before, such as who is Silver. All he knew is Kakashi stroke a striking resemblance to this man and she might have even loved this man but he didn't know for sure he had only what Kankuro had told him and what he heard himself. Then last night her words, 'Just kill me, I would prefer it to then being someone's bitch again', bothered him. There was so much fear in those words and she rather be dead than have whatever she was referring to. It confused him but he would find out eventually he hoped.

He did know she pretended to hate him but her body said the opposite, he could feel how needy she was for him even last night she wanted the same relief he had but she denied herself that same pleasure. He wondered if it was because she was shy or it was some belief she had to hate him due to her upbringing. Other possibilities existed so he had to tempt her like those women had advise him to do when he found himself a wife who was not so eager to share his bed. He would have to thank Kankuro for bringing him to that place on his birthday last year otherwise he didn't think he would be making any progress with her. He would have to thank those women too.

He was annoyed he had become so smitten with her until he felt her snuggle closer to him and sighed, he would find out all her secrets eventually. She looked cute like this, no anger, hate, or irritation warping her face but even then he thought she was cute. She looked like an angry little animal when she was mad but he liked this side of her too, the side of her he was guessing very few or none at all have ever seen. Drool began to pool at the corner of her lip and he rubbed it away only for her to pull his finger in his mouth and begin sucking on it.

The action took him by surprise and it made him curious about what kind of dream she was having. She was cuter now than she was a few seconds ago, and he paused on the word cute, it was the first time he had ever used that word before and he used several times already to describe her. He sighed inwardly when he felt the Sand beast stirring in the recess of his mind conjuring pictures for him of Keiko sucking something other than his finger. The sand beast was satisfied for now just like him so he wasn't fighting for control at the moment but last night was a different story.

He had to fight Shukaku for control multiple times throughout the night at the restaurant but the last straw was when she had begged Kakashi to take her home and allow her to share his bed for the night. He had saw red and wanted to kill Kakashi and take her there on the table like an animal claiming her as his despite all her crying and screaming she would be most likely be doing if he complied with his desires. Instead, he had more control than that and he had yanked her away from Kakashi when she started spewing she loved Silver. He decided he was going to take her that night when he got back to the privacy of their room not caring if she wanted him to or not but when she snuggled up against him asking if they could go to bed it had soothed Shukaku and himself instantly. The best Gaara could describe it was Shukaku went from a snarling tiger to a purring house cat in an instant, Shukaku huffed in annoyance at Gaara's visual portrayal of him. When they got back to their room and he began undressing her he scented Kakashi's scent on her which caused him to snap which lead them here.

With another sigh, he laid back down facing Keiko, he pulled the blanket over her and decided he could get used to this lifestyle. He watched Keiko suck on his thumb and began listing all the positives this she-demon would bring to his life. One of the best ones was Shukaku letting him sleep, another one was the warmth of her body. Right now he could feel it coaxing him back to sleep his eyes sliding shut as he drifted back to sleep. His thoughts were all about Keiko and how he desired her heart but if he couldn't have it then he would have her body, her heart would come later hoping Shukaku's words would ring true...

Somewhere far a man sat upon a fallen and frozen throne watching the first snow of the season fall upon the barren ground. Snow had come late long past Christmas sticking to the frozen ground beginning true winter in the new year. Like his skin in this frigid landscape, his heart too was cold, he had no room for remorse or forgiveness. He had waited a long time for this revenge his people often dreamt of, the beast and those like it will breathe their last when they arrived. They had waited for so long for her to appear and the world of ninja would change again to once it was before...