Lost and Found
By: Junsui Kegasu
A/N: …I know what's going to happen in this chapter…Just…keep….reading…
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Haven't you figured it out? …You haven't? Okay, then you just keep thinking I'm Kishimoto.
Wednesday morning trudged by so slowly for those unable to sleep because of restless demons residing in their souls.
In a less vague sense, Gaara was very excited about his first date, nearly childishly so, and time had decided to play its game and seem like it wasn't moving at all.
It had seemed that he had checked the clock every minute from midnight to five in the morning. As soon as he heard the digital alarm go off in Temari's room, down the hall, he launched himself from where he had been laying on the floor, staring at the clock, and hurried to go find clean clothing.
Gaara dug through his dresser, searching for something that wasn't torn as a result of his father's assaults. Finally, he discovered a pair of black pants lined with what looked like thick, silver thread, but on closer inspection, seemed to be thin chains that hardly made a noise when you moved.
He had hardly worn them since they were bought in Hot Topic, since he had gotten into the habit of changing clothing only when it was beginning to draw attention that he didn't. Therefore, his father's callused, cruel hands hadn't so much as touched these pants.
He got a lime green shirt out that said in childish font 'I can 2 spel!' and changed in the room, finishing quickly, as if speeding up everything he did that day would bring him closer to his date with Neji.
When he had finished adjusting the chains scattered around his pants and securing a belt around his waist (he was still losing weight and hadn't eaten in a day and a half) he checked the clock, very disappointed to see it was only 5:05 AM.
'Well…only nine hours, twenty minutes, and sixteen seconds left…'Temari woke up that morning with an odd feeling in the air. It seemed like…something was going to happen that day. She thought about it for a moment, still in bed, and remembered with a jolt that Gaara's first date was today. Their father wouldn't be homefor it, thankfully, and she really hoped he would have fun, even though all they were doing was studying for Gaara's math test.
When Gaara had told her, she had at first not believed him, but all doubt disappeared within seconds.
"T-temari?"
The blonde teen looked up from where she was rapidly conversing with her friend, Ten-Ten, a girl in her lunch. "Yes, Gaara?" she responded towards him, feeling it best to never put the redhead off.
"I…uh…I h-have t-t-to tell you so-something…" he said quietly, playing with the sleeves of his sweatshirt and giving Ten-Ten a suspicious glance that Temari didn't miss.
"Alright…um…Ten-Ten? Look, I'm sorry, but I'll be right back, okay?"
The bun-haired girl nodded, big amber eyes curious as to what was going on.
Gaara led her over to an area where the crowd hadn't infested, though since everyone was clearing out to go home, that wasn't hard to find.
"Okay, so what do you need to tell me?" Temari asked pleasantly, knowing that if she acted casual, it would be easier for her brother to admit things.
"U-um…w-well…K-Kankurou already kn-knows…but…y-you know Neji?" he said, very quietly.
Oh, of course Temari remembered Neji…she had stopped calling the younger teen 'sex-offender', but that was only because he stopped calling her 'sibling'.
"Yeah…what about him?" she asked casually. Neji was, so far in life, Gaara's first and only friend, so she wondered what could be going on right now that Gaara was so nervous to tell her.
"U-uh…w-well………W-we're…" he took a deep breath. "nejiandmearetogetherandkankuroualreadyknowandyouweretheonlyonelefttotellandimsorryifyoudontlikeit!" (A/N: For those who don't feel like reading that through: Neji and me are together, and Kankurou already knows, and you were the only one left to tell and I'm sorry if you don't like it!)
"WHOA, whoa! Gaara, slow down! It's okay, whatever you have to say, I won't hate you for it!" she exclaimed, holding an arm out to stop the boy.
Gaara took several deep breaths and started again, panicked sounding, but slower. "M-me and N-neji g-got together…and-and K-kankurou already knows…y-you were the last one to tell…I-I'm sorry…"
Together…?
"You mean…like…as a couple?" Temari asked for clarification.
"U-um…yes…"
She saw Gaara flinch back, expecting to be hit and grinned, embracing the small redhead and squishing him against her chest. "KYAH! GAARA, NO, THIS IS GREAT!" she told him.
Ah, of course, that was what was happening that day. Something in the back of her head wasn't convinced, but she kept it where it was, telling it to go away.
She grinned mischievously. Today was such a good day Kankurou should wake up early for it!
Kankurou was beginning to wonder if he had insomnia like his brother did. He hadn't managed sleep until three that morning, but now was absolutely passed out, sprawled all over his bed. He was having a strange dream in which he and Gaara were chickens and Temari was a giant rooster determined to eat them.
Brow furrowed, he rolled over onto his stomach, because the rooster-Temari had threatened to castrate him, now.
Faster…
Faster!
Oh, no! He had left Gaara in the dust! However, it seemed that Temari was only going after him. She was getting closer…he couldn't escape…and then…
"KANKUROU, WAKE UP!"
"NYAAH!" he yelled, jumping from the bed. He stared in the direction of the call: Temari.
"Damn rooster! I was sleeping!" he told her in a mumble/growl, rubbing all the sleep from his eyes.
Temari raised a blonde eyebrow. "What did you just call me?"
Kankurou blinked. "Oh, that was nothing. Never mind it…" he said, yawning. "Ugh…thank you, Temari…two hours of sleep…joy…"
"Oh, stop it! Today's Gaara's first date! It shall be a good day!" Temari protested with her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, and it would be better if I could've slept the full three and a half hours I would've had the luxury of getting!" the younger teen whined, pulling his blanket over his head and laying down.
Temari wasn't pleased with that. She went over to the bed and jabbed two merciless fingers into Kankurou's side, being sure to tickle him. When her brother shrieked in such an ungodly fashion that she was pleased, she left, being sure to switch the light on so it would filter through Kankurou's thin and worn blanket.
'Damn bitch…Mm…bed…warm…'"Kankurou, if you fall back to sleep, I'll castrate you!" he heard from the hallway.
Dear god, it really was rooster Temari!
Sabaku no Kazekage thought of himself as an otherworldly being, mostly because all his power as the leader of Sunaga had gotten to his head. However, although he would be leaving in three hours to go out, he wished to have at least two more of sleep.
"KANKUROU, WAKE UP!"
Growling, Kazekage rolled over, ready to go back to sleep. If those brats didn't pipe down, he'd have to move to hit them. That took too much effort this early. Tch. It was probably the murderer's fault anyways.
In all truth, Kazekage hardly remembered why he hated Gaara. He just knew that his wife was dead and had left him with three kids, and one of them was very fun and easy to hit.
In the beginning, he had even had some regrets about what he was doing. That had been in the beginning, and in the beginning, beatings were only done in a drunken stupor.
Now, however, he just wanted to bash their faces in and claim it was a burglar. It wasn't helping one bit that his older son had gotten very good at fighting, from where, he had no clue. He had never put him in any classes for it.
The last straw was broken when he heard squealing from Kankurou's bedroom. Growling menacingly, Kazekage whipped off the blankets, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. What the fuck were those whores doing up and active at this time of the morning?
He stood up and walked across the hall to the older boy's room, hearing the bathroom door close next to him.
Of course, it was quiet now.
"Kankurou, if you go back to sleep, I'll castrate you!"
Two auburn eyebrows skyrocketed. What the fuck was going on here? Whatever. He didn't give a fuck. And now that he was up, he was up. Feh. Coffee sounded very good at the moment.
Gaara blinked from where he sat in the corner of his room. What was happening with his siblings? He had heard Temari try to wake Kankurou up, some squealing that he recognized as his older brother being tickled, and then Temari threatening castration on him.
Why was she waking Kankurou up at this hour, anyways? It was only 5:15, now. He was beginning to get bored sitting in the corner, so standing up, he made his way over to the door, walking out and quietly stepping down the stairs.
He had reached the kitchen, thinking that he was the only one down there. Temari was in the bathroom and Kankurou was likely to have fallen back to sleep, no matter how much Temari threatened him. The threats were empty, anyways.
"What the fuck are you doing out of bed?" came a voice from the table, tired and menacing sounding. Gaara jumped, turning to face his father.
"Answer me!" the man said when he got no response from the teenager.
"I…I uh…I al-always get up this early…" he stammered, which was true. Usually, though, he was in the living room, never out in the open kitchen, where his father normally sat.
"Pfft. As if, you lying son of a bitch." Kazekage's voice was very calm, but it was scarier than the scream at times. This was the voice that scared Gaara the most.
"S-sorry…" Gaara told him, trying to sneak off, unsure of what the man wanted from him.
"No! You're not 'sorry'!" he shouted, slamming the coffee cup that had been in his head on the table. Gaara winced at the noise, inching towards the door.
"Don't you go anywhere!" he shouted. "Get yer ass over here!"
Gaara flinched, debating. Kankurou wasn't here to protect him; he didn't have any choice. Slowly, deliberately so, he made his way over to where his father sat, twiddling with his fingers.
"I bet it's your fault I'm up this early, you slut!" he yelled, but didn't reach out to hit him.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry!" Gaara apologized, bringing up his hands to shield him out of instinct.
"Get your hands down, you pathetic murderer!" This time, he did reach out, yanking Gaara's left hand away from his face and twisting it so the teen's wrist screamed in pain.
However, the redhead had learned long ago not to make a sound and instead gasped, rather than whimper like he would've liked to. This was apparently also displeasing.
"Shut the fuck up!" he poured the small amount of coffee left on Gaara's hand. It was still very hot and burned him, but the man didn't care and instead slammed the porcelain cup down on matching-colored skin.
However, just then, Kankurou walked into the room, frowning at the situation. Glaring at his older son, who glared back like a mirror, he removed the cup from Gaara's hand, which had turned pink from the pressure and burning sensation.
Gaara thought Kankurou would say something to trigger his father away from him, but he didn't, instead pouring himself some coffee. The tension in the room was very thick, Gaara found himself hardly able to breathe, which was silly since the humidity was low.
While Kankurou and their father busied themselves in another glaring contest, he snuck out, seeking out Temari. He found the older girl coming down the stairs, her bag in hand.
"Hi, Gaara! Is Kankurou up?" she asked with a giggle, looking at the clock. It was only quarter 'till six.
"Y-yeah…he's in th-the kitchen…wi-with Dad…" he added.
"Oh…" Temari replied, somewhat sadly. If Kazekage was in there, she might not be able to pack the small teen a lunch, and she didn't want Gaara's perfect day marred by anything. "Hey, what's wrong with your hand?" she asked suddenly, pointing to Gaara's arm.
Gaara flushed darkly, pulling his hand behind his back and wishing for long sleeves to hide. "I-it's nothing…" he tried to assure her.
"…Gaara, did he hit you in there?" Temari asked slowly, knowing well the pattern of their life.
"N-no!" She waited a few seconds. "…yes…"
"Oh, Gaara…I'm sorry…" Temari told him, wrapping her arms around his thin frame. She had gotten used to having the abstinence of pain around the house with Kankurou being the defense, now to have it come back scared her.
She had been foolish, however, to think that it would stop forever just because Kankurou was protecting them. The brunette couldn't be there all the time…
Temari sighed, but didn't press the matter, knowing Gaara wouldn't want to talk about it, and she wanted this day to be as perfect as possible for him, and disappeared into the kitchen. Gaara took a seat in the corner of the couch, curling up to make himself small and staring at the blank screen of the television, trying to will himself not to if his father came out, since that was considered 'watching television', though it wasn't on.
Heaven forbid he waste his father's electric.
Neji woke up on Wednesday morning feeling as if he was on a cloud. Not only had he woken up on time, but it was Wednesday Sure, most students would only see that Wednesday was only another day – and one in the middle of the week, at that! But, no, Neji was looking forward to what was after school.
His date with Gaara was today. He was so happy, he launched himself out of bed without even trying to battle the horror that was his alarm clock and later, his aunt, beaming as he picked out something to wear.
When he jumped in the shower, he was terrified by the fact that there was still hot water left. There was a lot of people living in the Hyuuga household and most of them got up earlier than Neji's six in the morning for work, showering and usually wasting all the hot water.
Today was too perfect. It was surreal, almost scarily so. It almost gave him a nagging feeling, but he forced it out of his brain before it could even be translated into something Neji would think about.
Nothing was going to ruin this day. Nothing at all.
He turned off the shower water and stepped out into the mist, towel drying himself thoroughly before getting dressed with a towel wrapping up his hair. It looked funny, like he was wearing a turban that slipped off to one side.
Neji scrubbed his teeth so hard, he thought his gums would bleed, but they didn't, and just to check if they were clean (though there was no doubt about it – his smile could almost match his classmate, Lee's, in glamour.) he wet his finger and scrubbed at his teeth, pleased when a very audible, clean sounding squeak sounded.
Satisfied, Neji undid his hair and began the long and complicated process of brushing waist-length, knotted black hair to a straight neatness. (Ugh, the horrors of long hair…(glad she cut hers to her shoulders…even though she's letting it grow out again))
When he exited the bathroom, he was very surprised to see Hanabi staring at him.
"…Neji, you take forever in the bathroom!" she told him, shoving past him with her things. Neji grinned when he heard the water start running and counted it down.
"UGH, NEJI! YOU USED ALL THE HOT WATER!"
Snickering to himself quietly, Neji walked downstairs to go get something for breakfast. Today was a very good day indeed.
At school, Neji stood near the picnic table where he and Gaara had first really spoken. He hadn't originally planned this; it was comfortable to sit down right now, and get away from the overly large crowd.
He finally spotted them, seeing, for once, not Gaara's bright head in the sea of blonde, black, and brown, with a couple of green (wtf?) scattered in there, but Kankurou's spiky, unkempt one, which towered over a good portion of the school, except for the basketball players, who Neji swore must've been half-giant.
He stood on the bench, gesturing for them to come over and smiled when they started fighting their way through the sea of loud (though it was only 7:30) high school students. Finally, they made it to where he was, which, amazingly enough since it was a place to sit, was empty.
Maybe it had to do with the fact that it was old, the wood rotted, but Neji didn't care, and neither, apparently, did the Sabaku siblings.
"Hey, Neji," Kankurou greeted casually.
"Hi," he said, looking at Gaara. The younger teen was blushing darkly, but in his eyes…Neji had never seen those jade orbs so happy before. Usually, it was a fake happy with pain and scars hidden beneath. This was a genuine euphoria.
Neji jumped down from the seat and embraced his new boyfriend, smelling his hair.
"Whoa, you smell good!"
Gaara, if possible, blushed deeper. "R-r-really?" he asked in a tentative voice. Neji found it adorable.
"Yeah! Like…like strawberries. I like it." He went back to the red locks, inhaling deeply. Today was perfect.
Eventually, however, the bell rang, separating Gaara's small form from Neji's arms while Kankurou and Temari either watched or looked around, amused by the entire thing. Neji usually liked school, but right now, he hated it with a fiery passion for separating him from his human strawberry.
He did, however, walk Gaara to his locker and his first hour class, almost making him late for his own, but he didn't care.
'Please…please make it busy today…I want it to go as fast as possible!'Normally, Gaara hated gym. It wasn't because he hated exercise; he couldn't exercise. His bruises were usually in places that hurt to run, or walk even, sometimes, and because he was so thin, he had no stamina whatsoever.
He tried, he really did, and he knew that Genma respected his efforts. Today, they were doing fitness stations, as an exercise. Gaara was happy for this. Because the stations were set up all around the gymnasium, separated by cones and the equipment scattered around, they wouldn't have to do laps around the area.
Laps were harder to do than anything else. They were to either jog or run for three minutes straight. Gaara couldn't manage that, he'd collapse, but Genma was usually adamant about it.
He walked into the boys' locker room, surprised when he met face-to-face with Uchiha Sasuke.
"I heard you're going out with Hyuuga Neji," the taller boy spat, cornering Gaara.
"U-u-um…y-yes…" he stammered, bringing his hands up and fiddling with them.
"You faggot!" Sasuke told him, bringing his arm back to hit him.
It was pure instinct that Gaara acted on. He ducked at the last moment, making Sasuke's fist hit the solid stonewall behind him. As the raven-haired teen cried out in pain, Gaara ducked out under his arm and ran into the bathrooms, where he locked his stall shut.
What had he done? He never ducked; he just took the hit. But then again…now that he thought about it, his father had always held him in place to ensure that any flinching away was impossible.
Unfortunately, Gaara didn't have his gym outfit with him, so he unlocked the stall and peeked out. The room was deserted; everyone must already have been outside, doing the fitness stations.
That was good. Now, not only could he avoid Sasuke, but he could also change without worrying about people seeing him. This wasa relief,so he walked over to his locker and unlocked his stuff, changing in silence.
Why had Sasuke done that? Sure, he had picked on him a few times during the time he had been going to school in Konoha, but nothing like this. It was more a verbal thing, which Gaara tried to ignore. This, however, was proving difficult. He couldn't even ignore his father, not after eleven years, and Uchiha Sasuke was no different.
Finishing, Gaara made sure his lock was locked and stepped outside. The rest of the class had already started, so he picked the station closest to him and looked at the jump rope. He had never learned how to do this. Next to him, some girls that he didn't know were doing it very fast.
He decided it wasn't a good idea to mimic them, and instead started swinging the rope slowly, managing to jump it when it came in front of his feet. Gaara beamed; he could do something right!
Neji was extremely antsy in his seat. 2:20…2:21! Four more minutes! He thought the clock would be completely stopped all day. That's what it seemed like, anyways. Now, he was in his ninth hour class, art, but he had already finished his project, thus having nothing to do for forty whole minutes.
This meant that he had nothing to distract himself from his anticipation. He had asked the teacher, since he had been the only one done, if he could help her with anything, but she had refused him and told him to just sit in his seat for the entire time, doing something quietly.
Neji had already completed all of his homework, and now, those four minutes – three now, actually – were taunting him, ever so slowly…they kept moving…ticking…never getting anywhere.
No, he wouldn't depress himself with that. Humming a song in his head quietly, Neji waited somewhat patiently for the bell. When it finally rang, he jumped from his seat, put the chair on his desk very quickly and grabbed his things, darting from the room.
He made it to his locker faster than ever, owing to the fact that he shoved everyone in his way aside. They wouldn't be too happy with that, but right now, Neji didn't care. Not one bit.
He had already done all of his homework, so there was no point in taking anything home, he thought, shoving his books and binder into his locker compartment, which was a tight squeeze. He managed it, though, and slammed the locker door shut, running down the hall to Gaara's locker.
It appeared that the younger boy did have homework, and he was busy trying to cram three books and a binder into his old looking book bag. Neji smiled and bent down to where he was, crouched on the floor, giving him a hug from behind.
Gaara jumped, as if not expecting that, and Neji instantly felt bad. "Sorry, Gaara…" he apologized, nuzzling his face into those strawberry locks again.
"It's okay," Gaara told him, managing to cram everything into his bag, but now having difficulty zipping it up. When he finally managed the task, Neji stood up, allowing room for the smaller teen to do the same.
Gaara stood up with some difficulty, the weight of his bag pulling him forward, and just barely managed to swing the black package onto his back. Neji frowned, seeing him start to sway with the weight.
"Here, do you want help with that?"
"N-no, I'm fine!" Gaara protested, but even as he said it, Neji saw that the weight was pushing him down. He wouldn't be able to walk home with it.
"No, no, it's nothing. I don't have my bag on me, so I can carry yours for you," he told him, gently untangling it from the smaller teen's arms and hefting it onto his own back.
It was very, very heavy. Gaara wouldn't have been able to carry this home by himself. Neji, however, decided that he would.
"Let's go, alright?"
"Um…Neji?" Gaara asked him, his gaze going to his feet. "I…uh…I have to go home alone first…there's something I need to do before you come over…you know…a little clean up…"
Neji's brow furrowed. "But…I don't mind if it's messy…" he told Gaara.
"N-no…no…I'd rather do some clean-up…okay?" Neji was surprised that Gaara had refused him, it wasn't something the redhead normally did. He must've felt very strongly about cleaning up his house.
"Well, couldn't I help you? It could be part of the date…" Neji said. He wanted to help.
"No…no…I think it'd be be-best if I d-did it alone…" Gaara insisted in a mumble. "I-I should g-get going for that…do-don't worry, it's Wed-Wednesday…just…pl-please tell T-temari and K-kankurou, okay?" he asked, looking up through his red fringe to meet Neji's gaze.
"Well….alright…when should I meet you over there?" Neji asked after a bit of consideration. For some reason, the idea of Gaara being home alone wasn't appealing to him well.
"U-um…abou-about a half an hour. Sorry…I just…d-don't want you t-to s-see the mess…"
So that's what this was about. "Gaara…I don't care about the mess, but if you're adamant about cleaning it up…and you're actually sticking up for it and refusing me, I'll let you go."
Gaara blushed gently at Neji's words and nodded, turning to head for the door.
"Th-thanks Neji…"
"…No problem…" But there was a problem. Neji couldn't place it, but he felt that there was something wrong.
Gaara sighed as he exited the building. He didn't want to leave Neji like that, he really didn't, but he also didn't want Neji to see the mess of beer bottles and other things lying around his house. He would get disgusted and want to leave him.
Gaara knew he couldn't face rejection from Neji. It would be the final straw, snapping him in two and leaving him broken like he should be. Neji was the change in fate that he wanted to keep where it was.
He went to adjust his book bag on his shoulders, but remembered that Neji had it. The thought of Neji carrying his things made Gaara blush; Neji didn't need to do things for someone like him. He was so kind to him…kinder than he should've been.
He wasn't worth Neji's kindness. But Neji accepted him anyways, despite his unworthiness and his filth. Maybe…maybe Neji could purify him; take him away on shining wings of dove-soft feathers and hold him in his arms, keeping him safe forever…
In his thoughts, Gaara realized he was right in front of his house. Out of habit, he took a glance at the driveway, relieved when there wasn't a car in there. Of course there wouldn't have been; it was Wednesday. Their father wouldn't be home until noon the following day.
Feeling more secure with these thoughts, especially because what he was about to do was especially bad, Gaara went up to the door, silently turning the knob (they never locked up) and stepping into the living room.
It was just as they had left it; beer bottles strewn all over the floor and some places in the carpeting stained with alcohol. He sighed and decided he'd better get going before Temari, Kankurou, and Neji came.
Gaara found his way to the kitchen and pulled out a garbage bag from the cupboard, where Temari kept them. He made his way back to the living room and began picking up the numerous bottles, tossing them into the white plastic bag in silence.
He had been about half done with the room when he heard it; a car coming into the driveway. Gaara stood, frozen, bent over the bag with a particularly large vodka bottle in his hand. There was nowhere to hide.
The door opened and slammed loudly. That gave away who it was immediately; Kankurou and Temari closed the door with as much silence as possible in case their father was around.
That only left…
"You fucker, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
…his father.
"D-d-dad! I-i..I w-w-was…w-was j-just cl-clea-cleaning u-up…"
"I w-w-w-was just cl-cl-cl-cl-cleaning up!" the man mimicked, crossing the floor in a few short strides and grabbing Gaara by the collar of his shirt. "Where the fuck are your brother and sister? Aren't here to save you now, are they?" he sneered, grinning.
Gaara could smell no alcohol on his breath. His father was sober. He knew what he was doing. That was extremely dangerous.
"Yeah, your precious Kankurou isn't here to stop me, now, is he?" his voice was softer now, more dangerous. It took Gaara a moment to realize where his father's other hand was – the back of his thigh. "I don't think you understand just how pissed off I am at you three whores right now. I don't think you understand how badly you need to be punished." As he said the last word, his hand snaked up a little higher, groping the redhead.
Gaara gasped; this couldn't be happening. Not now! He tried to struggle, attempting to kick, but Kazekage growled and slammed him against the wall, glaring at him while grinning maliciously.
"I could do it right here…no…too many windows. Very well, then, bitch, I have to drag your filth up the stairs just to make you hurt," he said, as if accusing Gaara of there being too many windows in the living room.
Without any warning, he was wrenched from the wall and dropped, landing on his arm. He lay there, afraid to move.
"Get the fuck up!" was the command as his arm seared in pain – his father had grabbed it and wrenched him upwards. "Get the hell up the stairs!"
Shaking horribly, Gaara knew he had no choice but to comply. He had no sooner reached the stairs, however, when his shaking became so bad, he couldn't manage to climb the wooden staircase, crumpling to the ground in front of it, instead.
"What the fuck's the matter with you? Fine, I'll drag you!" Kazekage yelled, going ahead and grabbing Gaara by his hair, dragging him up painfully. Gaara tried very hard to get his legs to hurt, surely his father would scalp him like this, but he couldn't will them to become anything more than jelly.
After the stairs came his father's room, where he was thrown unceremoniously into the other wall. Kazekage made swift business of closing all the blinds – the neighbors were already beginning to suspect, locking the door, and rummaging around, finding a piece of cloth.
He made his way back over to where Gaara lay, shaking too hard from fright to move. "On your knees," he said in that dangerous voice. Gaara whimpered and obeyed, shaking, but managing to stay upright.
Without expression, Kazekage tied the cloth around Gaara's eyes. "They say that without sight, pain becomes magnified. I think we'll test that theory today," he said in the same voice.
Gaara bit his lip, whimpering loudly, still shaking. He didn't know what was happening, but he heard the rustle of clothing and something hard pushing against his lips.
"Suck. And if you bite, you'll regret it more than you've ever regretted everything in your pitiful existence."
Oh…my…god…I'm such a horrible person…so horrible….so, so horrible….oh, god, I'm crying…I'm so horrible..
Just as a thing…some of you may say that the rape thing was stolen from Shu with Vindicated. This is wrong for several reasons:
Although her rape scene came first, do keep in mind that Lost and Found was the original story.
Also, way back in the beginning, when Vindicated was maybe only 2 chapters into it's first circulation, Shu and I were talking online about our stories. She said that she was considering doing a rape, and at the time, I had been as well. We found it weird that we shared brain waves.
Also, just to let the world know, Lost and Found has been an idea since August of 2004. I just hadn't bothered typing it until March of 2005. The rape idea had struck me when this story was still an idea.
That is all. I'm sorry…I'm just…I don't know…I knew I was gonna do it, but I'm so horrible for doing so!