Forbidden Blood - A Love Story by halostatic sgo

Part 1 - And the Hero Will Drown...

Gaara pretended that he didn't want to like the man he just met, but he was intrigued by him. Gaara never thought that someone almost just like him existed.

A man who had a penchant for blood as well. A man possessed by love. A boy who didn't know love. It was an oncoming train wreck and a perfect match that was sick and twisted.

Gaara's siblings saw it. Temari shook her head slightly...she didn't necessarily want her baby brother caught up in such a situation. He was the Kazekage...but he wasn't invincible. Yes it was true that he had his sand to protect him...but the sand couldn't protect his heart from the oncoming flood of feelings that were about to happen.

"Kankuro," she began. "Do you think the world could handle that?"

"I don't know...I'm afraid to know," he responded. Kankuro tried not to dwell so much on the subject. Gaara was unpredictable.

Gaara stared at the man, his black rimmed eyes unblinking. "What's your name?" he asked directly.

A small laugh emitted from the man's mouth. "Faust. Dr. Faust VIII," he responded. The smell of the blood on Faust's hands invaded Gaara's nose and put him in to a silent frenzy. The blood it was intoxicating and Gaara licked his lips. A thirst that had to be satisfied

Shu...Shukaku. The demon stirred inside of Gaara.

"Wonderful," Gaara responded.

Gaara took a step towards the doctor and touched a finger to the man's cheek, having to reach up to do so. He swiped his finger across, a smear of blood collecting on the surface. He brought his finger to his lips and tasted the metallic substance. It burned his palette, and he relished in it. It was glorious the whole moment.

"You enjoy blood?" Faust asked the boy in a quiet, reserved way.

Gaara nodded.

Temari stared at Kankuro in slight fear. Never before had Gaara been so agreeable, not even with his own siblings...but with a stranger no less. Kankuro let out a simple grunt but Temari knew that he feared it as well.

Faust took an initiative and lifted the boy's chin. He stared in to the unfalting green eyes. It had been a long while since his heart had beat in such a way as this. He was afraid slightly but he threw the fear to the wind.

The boy was unmoved, emotionless. An exact opposite of Faust when he was a child. Faust had been passionate and this boy was just so distant like a vast mass of land.

There was a time in Faust's life when he hadn't been blood-thirsty, hadn't killed hundreds, thousands even. Helping people were his greatest joy and he had someone that he could protect.

"And what is your name as well?" Faust asked the boy, still examining those deep green pools. Faust traced a bloodstained thumb over the boy's lips. He had the strong notion that those lips were untainted. And how had he wanted to taint them at that moment forever.

Faust leaned down, way down and caught the boys lips with his own. Gaara didn't know how to respond. He clawed at Faust's arm, most surely leaving marks behind.

Faust pulled away from the boy's mouth. He had tainted him in the simplest way and the courting had begun.

Faust realized that he had kissed the boy without knowing his name yet. It was an amusing thought and Faust laughed to himself.

"Gaara," the boy replied and released his death grip on Faust's arm.

Faust turned away, he had his answer and walked a few feet, stopping to bend down and pick up his discarded weapon.

"There's no use going to the fight now," he said. He didn't look back but he knew that the green eyed boy bore his eyes in to his back. Faust snickered. Whether or not he would see the boy known as Gaara again remained to be seen. Though he did admit, he would enjoy it.

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Alone in the comfort of his laboratory, Faust rolled up the sleeve of his white lab coat. He saw the bruises, where Gaara had held so tightly.

It seemed as if the boy hadn't wanted to let the doctor, the man known as Faust VIII go.

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Temari sat alone on the couch. She was nervous. Nervous for her brother. The meeting today had seemed as if it was fate for her baby brother. A fate that she didn't want to condone.

The man that Gaara had encountered today was eerily similar to Gaara. The heavy sleep-deprived eyes, the calm coldness of their voices. The frightening ability to deliver someone to their maker in mere seconds. All of that paired with the blatant interest Gaara had expressed towards the man known as Faust, gave her the chills.

Temari also knew that Gaara's demon would be ready to mate soon. That she wasn't that worried about because she was most certain that Shukaku was male. Kankuro showed no fear on his face. He stood there pensively.

And Gaara?

He was tracing characters in to the fog of the window, then destroyed the with the side of his fist. Temari caught a glance of the first character etched in to the fog, it was an 'F'. Temari deep down knew what it meant. Her head fell down, so that she was staring at the floor.

It wasn't a good thing. And it certainly wasn't debatable with Gaara either.

"Gaara," Temari said. She was taking a bold risk and her voice was shaky. "Please don't - for the world - don't," she added. She was almost to tears as she pleaded with her brother.

"You don't control me," Gaara answered coldly and left the room.

"Hmmph," muttered Kankuro. Temari stared at him. "What?" she said.

"The boy has got what's coming to him," Kankuro answered. He offered no explanation to his statement and disappeared out of the room as well.

Temari fell to her knees and placed her hands upon the floor. Alone in the room her emotions fell out in the form of salty, bitter, inconsolable tears. She had tried so hard to protect him and it was as if her intentions were unnecessary. Gaara was right she couldn't control him and she never could.

That revelation had frightened her the most.

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The light from the moon trickled through the panes of the only window in Faust's laboratory. It was a large window that had thick black curtains which could be drawn across for added privacy.

Faust had sat at his desk for the majority of the evening. Arms propped up on the table, submersed in deep thought.

Faust was usually never caught off guard for anything so today was particularly interesting to him, however.

He was on his way to a shaman fight and had encountered the boy and his siblings in a clearing of the forest.

Looking in to the boy's eyes was like looking in to his own. They held the same pain...loss. A feeling Faust knew all to well.

Faust rose and listened to the sound of his joints reassuring themselves of movement. The desire of wanting to take a stroll in the foggy night was quite overwhelming.

His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his white coat. His long legs striding at an equal pace. A considerable chill presided in the air and the flickering lights of the street lamps cast shadows upon the ground and collected water in the gutters that rippled with the gentle breeze that bit at the skin.

The image of the boy was in his thoughts. The possibility that the boy fascinated Faust was great...and yet it wasn't a possibility it was a slow oncoming reality. He never though that he could ever give his heart again to anyone because so much of it was still reserved for one soul and one soul only.

Faust smiled as he made the decision that the red-headed boy named Gaara was to be his. "Gaara," he muttered. He would wait for him.

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Gaara had been wandering aimlessly outside since he had left his siblings. He had no purpose really to be there, walking the street and watching his breath form clouds in the dark air. Maybe he had a purpose...he couldn't sleep. He truly feared sleep. He didn't fear the look of the enemies eyes as they glared in to his or even the look of terror and waning confusion on his victim's faces as they were crushed by a coffin of sand to death. He didn't fear none of those. He feared closing his eyes at night.

His ears picked up the echoing sounds of his footsteps against the cobblestone paved street. A street that just seemed out of place in the ever evolving world. an old-fashioned reminder of human ignorance.

His ears once again tuned in to the sound of feet against the street. Feet that were not his own. He turned his head around and behind him was the man he had met earlier. It was a strange coincidence, a definite strange one indeed.

A timid chill shot up Gaara's spine. This surprised him because normally he wasn't so affected by people and this tall eerie man was just so...different. His eyes studied him up and down and all Faust could do was smile that gentle yet sinister smile.

"Gaara," Faust simply said.

"Of the sand," Gaara added.

"That does not matter," Faust responded.

"How so?"

"Simply because where you come from does not always define your personality."

"Where do you come from?" Gaara asked. He was intrigued now.

"Germany," Faust said without hesitation.

"What's it like there?"

"Hmm...cruel."

Gaara opened his mouth to respond but ended biting gently on his lip instead.

Faust stepped towards the boy and once reaching him, he placed a glove covered hand on top of the boys head.

Gaara had become motionless but inside his heart beat like a frenzied bat trapped in a cage. His pulse thumping wildly.

"I bet that where you were from...you were shunned because you had this beautiful red hair," Faust said in a quiet voice which surprisingly happened to be the normal tone of his voice. His hand slid from Gaara's hair and down the smooth column of white skin that was Gaara's neck to his shoulder. He grasped the boy's shoulder gently and in a quick fluid motion spun Gaara around so that he was facing him. Faust's hand remained on the boy's shoulder while the other had found it's way around the boy's waist.

"You want to fall don't you? Just fall on down and never let yourself feel...do you not want that?" Faust muttered in to Gaara's hair.

Faust kissed the scar on Gaara's forehead tenderly.

Gaara was letting his defenses slip, the walls that he had built up around his heart were crumbling with every touch. He was the Kazekage, a symbol of strength for the people of the village of sand. Yet here he was, tears falling on to Faust's lab coat his hands gripping tightly in to Faust's back.

Faust grazed his lips over the scar again.

"Then let me fall with you," Faust said.

In that moment it was all Gaara needed to stay alive. He hadn't known Faust for very long...not even a full day but here was a person that he felt as if he needed him for his life blood.

"Please don't let me fall at all," Gaara choked out and Faust pulled him closer the fog surrounded them like a veil or a shield even that could protect them from anything.

In reality Gaara had fallen and he had fallen hard.

END Part 1