Serenity: I'm happy to report that the first place winner of the oneshot contest was German-Shaman-Kaint. Well, she won the longer oneshot, anyway. She chose Naruto. I am always willing and able to oneshots for my beloved reviewers! I LOVE YOU, FRAU-KAINT! Anyway, she suggested several oneshots, and I chose ShukakuxKyuubi. I need to use these names, and most of you should know why. But the pairing is the original. You know...I love all my reviewers. You rock. Oh, by the way, it's Gaara's POV.
Remember...
Who?
I turned, and I was shot several times with memories I took in willingly. A name, a face, stood out among them. What was so unique about this one?
Joyous and determined, the ball of light that was the memory entered my chest slowly. It filled me with warmth, as if I had eaten the sun and it was contented to stay there and satiate my loneliness.
I felt something one could only describe as moderate happiness.
'Well, I suppose you do. Hm, this proves more interesting than I FIRST thought...but, than again, every I think, You DO everything I think, anyway...'
I turned once more and was pushed against an invisible wall. Claws, sharp and distorted, pushed slightly into my throat, all rational thought leaving as I slumped and panted for air to revitalize my crushed lungs.
I looked, dared to stare into the cold, merciless eyes of myself and a stranger.
Who...
'Boy, how dare you say who to me? You know who and WHAT I am...'
Oh.
Shukaku.
Why are we...?
'It's more like...WHERE are we...Anyways, I need you to do something for me...'
What could I possibly do for you? This is honestly very ridiculous...
The grip on my neck was tightened as a clawed hand was laid to rest lightly on my chest.
'You...you know what I want...because you want it also...'
The hand, without warning, pushed against my chest, and my eyes back into my head.
Pleasure as I had never felt it coursed through my body. I moaned and writhed, pressing myself up against the hand, trying to gain more of what it was giving to me. Desperation flooded my veins as my breath became irregular and my body tightened.
Suddenly, my release came and both hands pulled away as I sunk to the ground, shuddering and panting.
As my breath slowly returned to me, and my eyes fluttered shut, arms cradled me, and slowly rocked me back and forth as a gentle voice from so near and so far whispered:
'Take...the...Kyuubi...'
Do I smell a sequel? If you want a sequel, let me know in your reviews! However, now I must work on the other one-shot I promised!