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Summary: Seven deadly sins. Four missions gone wrong. Sometimes things don't always go the way they're planned. Sometimes you have to deal. Some people do it differently than others.
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Also, I doubt any of these characters will "deal" the way you may think they do. I wanted to show that bad missions affect each of them in a way no one would expect.
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Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 1: Lust
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Lust: luxuria; Unlawful sexual desire, such as desiring sex with a person outside marriage.
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Things don't always go right. In fact, things barely ever went right in Gaara's life, but missions went right. He was Gaara. He was a mistake, yes, but his missions always went right.
This time, the mission didn't go right. He felt like exploding. But future Kazekage don't explode, so he didn't. He walked to his private training grounds and swung his arm out, a large wave of sand obeying his will, and crushed a large boulder a few feet away. What was it that he felt…?
Disappointment…
Shukaku taunted him in his head,
-HAHA! Let me out and I can fix it for you…let me out and you'll never be defeated again…-
The voice was quickly shut out by a wave of cold, which would have had Gaara shivering were he not more controlled than that. He closed his eyes for a moment before they flew open and he smiled viciously, "Thank you…mother."
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His cloak hood up and his gourd covered, Gaara walked into the first bar he saw. Smokey air mixed with the smell of sweat engulfed him and he walked to the bar counter and ordered a warm sake.
Five cups later he wasn't feeling any better.
Gaara rested his head on his folded arms and groaned when there was a soft tap on his shoulder. His lightening fast reflexes had the hand twisted back—a little more force and the wrist would easily snap.
He had worked on his taijutsu and speed ever since his near defeat at Lee's hands. Nonetheless, his sand had quickly hardened around him as a second-skin-shield.
The girl was young, only his age, and she whimpered slightly as she bent her knees to lessen the pressure.
"What do you want," Gaara snarled, bringing his face closer to hers so she could see the wide, frenzied eyes. The girl opened her mouth to answer but could only whimper again, so Gaara dropped his hold on her, though he was still wary.
"I-I thought you were drunk. I was wondering if you needed any help. You had your head down…"
Gaara's eyes flashed. She had seen him in a moment of weakness. He was lucky she hadn't recognized him yet. Deciding to humor her, he got another cup of sake and downed it in a gulp, giving her a manic grin and whispering, "Bad mission."
The girl nodded and sat in the stool next to Gaara, her shaking subsiding to a mere tremble.
"W-would you like to talk about it?"
Gaara downed another cup and leaned forward, trapping her between his two arms, his body, and the bar counter. He moved closer still so that his body was almost against hers and brushed his lips by her ear, "Not really."
His eyes lit up at the fast beating of her heart and he absently wondered how much faster he could make it go. He pressed himself flush against her and smirked as her heartbeats, as well as her breath, quickened even more. It distracted him from the dropping sensation of disappointment that was still in his stomach.
Gaara lowered his head to meet her dark gray eyes and his lips crashed into hers. He could feel the need to take her and he fought for some semblance of control. He didn't win.
Everyone needs to lose sometime. There is no such thing as perfect control. Perfection is flawed…
His eyes bored into hers and his tongue forced her lips apart, tasting her, enjoying the heat that rushed through him. The girl's eyes slid closed and she wrapped her arms around his waist and moved them up his back. Gaara's fingers moved downwards and dug into her hips and his sand enveloped them, bringing them to the alleyway at the back of the bar.
His sand slid back into his gourd. Gaara moved from her lips to her neck and took note of the rapid breath and moans that followed when he nipped and sucked at different parts of her neck. Slowly, he moved further down and had ripped off her shirt.
He took her right there against the wall.
Carnal desires are natural…carnal desires need no control…carnal desires allow release…
The girl screamed the fourth time in half an hour and dug her nails into Gaara's back. Her breath was coming in fast pants, as was Gaara's, and she let her lips trail down to his collar bone. If he could do this here, what could he do in an actual bed?
This could help him forget. He wouldn't need to feel disappointment; he wanted to feel something else, anything else, everything else…
The sand swept them up again and she was about to find out.
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Gaara brushed his teeth and took a long, hot shower, making sure to scrub himself twice over as usual. When he wiped himself dry, he donned his usual fishnet shirt, black shirt and black pants, jounin vest, and his wrappings and sandals.
He couldn't kill. He couldn't maim. It was an outlet. He had to let go some time. Missions didn't go wrong. Missions don't go wrong. Missions wouldn't go wrong. But now he had a form of release.
He toweled his hair dry quickly and strapped his gourd onto his back before he walked into the kitchen and sat at his usual seat to eat a piece of toast and drink a glass of juice. The last month had been fun, as had been the forty-nine girls, but now he was over it and ready for another mission.
'Until next time, then.'
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A/N: OMG! This chapter was so hard to write! I kinda wanted to skip this sin. --0 I put it off until after I had finished Gluttony and Envy, which were a LOT easier to write They're also a lot better. That's why this chapter is so short. Well, none of my other sins will have limes in them so NO WORRIES! This fic was inspired by Elizabeth Culmer's Rituals, which is an excellent story. Please review! Also, the definitions in the beginning ALL COME FROM WIKIPEDIA.
BTW! This story isn't supposed to offend anyone, so sorry if it does. I myself am an atheist and this is only a STORY.
