Disclaimer: Ah, Naruto's not mine by a long shot... the only thing I own is two ninja bands...

If: Bwa ha ha... the 111 review is next (dun dun dun...) so that's still on. Woo... this is so exciting. Review relies are at the end of the chapter. And due to my evilness, this fic just went up in rating, partly to be safe, and partly because I have a twisted mind some times...

Warnings: Torture-ish. Blood.


Sasuke had the feeling that this 'Shukaku' was expecting him to be afraid, or something. In all actuality, Sasuke was apathetic at best. He didn't know anything about this Shukaku and so didn't realize just how deep in shit he was. And so, Sasuke just gave Gaara's so called 'inner demon' and apathetic look after his initial shock. Shukaku's eyes narrowed.

"Why aren't you afraid?" that icy voice asked. Sasuke just raised an eyebrow.

"Should I be?" he asked ignorantly. Shukaku grinned ferally and Sasuke shuddered.

"Why don't you find out first hand," Shukaku responded. Sasuke's eyes widened again, suddenly regretting his words and nearly afraid.

Shukaku's hands brought both of Sasuke's up above the black haired boys head and held both wrists easily in one hand. Sasuke tried to squirm away, to get his hands free or to dislodge the body above his. Shukaku only grinned larger.

"Now now, don't get impatient," he purred. Sasuke shuddered.

Shukaku's free hand reached over the edge of the bed and resurfaced with a role of duck tape. Sasuke was officially afraid. Grinning like a lunatic, Shukaku grabbed the tape's end between his teeth and rolled a decent sized piece. Using his teeth again he tore off the piece. Putting down the tape and grabbing the piece, Shukaku placed it firmly over a struggling Sasuke's mouth.

"We wouldn't want anyone to hear you, now would we?" Shukaku asked his mouth next to Sasuke's ear. Sasuke tried to move his head away from that mouth, but his ear was firmly bit onto. Sasuke groaned into the tape. Shukaku's grin grew. Using the same method as before Gaara's inner demon tore off a large piece of tape. Firmly holding Sasuke's wrists, Shukaku managed to tape Sasuke's wrists together. By now Sasuke was struggling as if his life depended on him escaping, and it just might have. Shukaku decided right then that it would be nice if the raven haired boy wasn't struggling. Drawing back his fist, Sasuke barely had time to register what was going on before he was knocked unconscious by Shukaku's fist to his face.

Grinning manically, Shukaku climbed off Sasuke and the bed. He stood a ways back and surveyed the scene before him. Sasuke's hair was fanned out around his head, his face to the side and a beautiful black and blue mark was already appearing on his cheek. There was a trickle of blood leaking from the raven haired boys lip and Shukaku felt his blood lust rising. Slender, pale arms were taped above the near-angelic face, and a slim, ivory abdomen was barely peaking out from the black t-shirt from Gaara's closet. Lean legs were covered with clingy jeans, and narrow feet were bare. Shukaku wanted to make this body his greatest work of art.

Meandering over to Gaara's dresser, Shukaku grabbed a pair of scissors. Holding them up and cutting the air a few times, Shukaku's grin went from feral to wicked. He stalked back over to the bed and snapped the scissors a few times before straddling Sasuke's waist. Putting the bottom hem between the cool metal, Shukaku began the task of cutting off Sasuke's shirt. Cutting up to the collar, and then to the sides and through each sleeve, Shukaku set the scissors down to pull off the fabric that once was Sasuke's shirt. Grinning at the pale skin, Shukaku ran his fingertips down the front of Sasuke's torso, delighting in the shiver it produced from the prone boy. Crawling off Sasuke's waist, Shukaku crawled to the edge of the bed, pulling Sasuke with him. He pulled the dead weight over to his closet, firmly closing and locking the door. Stretching Sasuke's arms above his head, Shukaku put his bound wrists over the door handle. Grabbing the tape again, Shukaku made quick work of firmly binding Sasuke's bound wrists to the door handle. After satisfying himself that his new 'toy' wouldn't get away from the door, Shukaku bent down and unfastened the pants Sasuke wore. Unzipping the pants, Gaara's inner demon quickly shucked them off. Shukaku admired his 'canvas' for a moment. He certainly had a lot of work to do to make this boy perfect. He was a beautiful, blank canvas.

Shukaku looked around Gaara's room, searching for his various 'paints' and 'brushes' so that he could truly create a work of art that would be appreciated. Spotting a black box by the side of Gaara's bed, Shukaku smirked and walked over to it. Crouching on the ground, Shukaku opened the box and his smirk grew. Inside were all the old razors that Gaara had used before that sunny freak Naruto had corrupted his beautifully painted mind into something different and he had stopped using them. Shukaku was an artist of the body's canvas. He knew what looked best on the body, and blood and scars were definitely the lines he loved to draw. Standing up with the box, Shukaku walked back over to Sasuke and set the box down next to the raven haired boy, but far enough away so that the bound boy wouldn't be able to reach them. Shukaku then decided that anything else he would want would be in Gaara's closet, but that they could be found anywhere else.

Shukaku walked to the door and opened it, taking a final look at his canvas before walking out the door and shutting it quietly behind him. Sasuke took that moment to moan in pain. His head was killing him, his jaw hurt and his mind was swimming. What had happened? What was going on? Where was Gaara? Blinking his eyes, trying to get the room to stop spinning, Sasuke searched for 'Shukaku.' He wasn't in the room apparently. It was then that Sasuke realized that he was looking at the bed, and wasn't on the bed. Sasuke frown. He tried to move his arms to rub at his eyes, but found that they were firmly secured over his head. Sasuke looked up and had to blink a few times in disbelief. His hands were firmly bound with tape to the door handle to Gaara's closet. Sasuke looked around the room again, his eyes finally losing most of the blur that had been clouding them. There was no one in here, but there was also no way to escape. Sasuke looked to his right and saw the open black box. It was then that the fear hit him. Cold, metal razors stared back at him. Sasuke tried to struggle, tried to free himself, he tried to scream, but the tape around his wrists and across his mouth prevented him from doing anything.

The door opened and Sasuke froze, this was it… the moment of truth. Shukaku walked in, turned his back to Sasuke and closed the door with his foot. He turned to Sasuke and Sasuke screamed, but only a muffled sound escaped him. A demented smirk appeared on Shukaku's face, and Sasuke was afraid. Shukaku had apparently gone down to the kitchen and had acquired some new 'brushes.' There was a butchers knife and some other assorted knives, there was one of those mallets for pounding meat, a peeler peeked out from between the knives, and there was a frying pan. Sasuke tried inching away from the sadistic creature standing by the door. Shukaku just set his utensils down on the ground in a specific order with the razors being nearest to him. He reached inside the black box and pulled out a particularly rusty looking one. Sasuke's eyes were permanently wide and he desperately tried to free his arms. Shukaku clicked his tongue at the raven haired boy.

"Tisk tisk Sasuke-kun," he purred. "I went through all the trouble of finding all these wonderful tools and here you are backing away from me. What kind of canvas are you?"

Sasuke just muffled some unintelligible words through the duck tape. Shukaku grinned.

"I suppose we'll have to tie your legs down, it wouldn't be good if you kicked the artist that is going to improve upon your beauty," he said. Sasuke blinked. 'Artist?' What the fuck was this guy talking about? But Shukaku had already begun his search for something to tie down Sasuke's legs. He looked at the duct tape, but realized he needed something to attach Sasuke's legs to. Gaara's room was so bare. So Shukaku bumbled back out of the room, leaving Sasuke panicking.

Sasuke had to get free, who knew what this crazy lunatic would do to him if he didn't get away? Sasuke didn't want to know what would happen to him if he staid tied up to this maniac's closet.

Shukaku re-entered the room, carrying a heavy chest. Sasuke twitched. The chest was placed by Sasuke's feet before Shukaku went back to the door and closed it. Keeping the handles for the chest up, Shukaku grabbed at one of Sasuke's ankles. Sasuke whipped his legs away. He kicked at Shukaku as he tried grabbing his leg again. Shukaku scowled.

"Co-operate!" the demon growled, punching Sasuke's face again. Sasuke would've gasped for air if he could have. Shukaku grabbed his right ankle and made quick work of taping it to a handle of the chest. Sasuke came back to his senses and tried his best to keep his other leg from being attached to the chest, but in the end he failed. Sasuke screamed, only a muffled sound escaping, not loud enough for anyone outside of the room to hear. Shukaku's smirk grew to gigantic proportions. It was then that Sasuke noticed that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Thoughts flooded his mind, and he was sure that this creature would torture him and rape him.

"Now then, let us begin, yes?" Shukaku said. Sasuke's eyes were wide as saucers as the demon picked up that worn razor again. Sasuke struggled, his body barely moving at all due to his restraints. "Why don't we start with these pretty, unstained legs?"

Sasuke screamed. The razor caressed his skin before pressing down harshly on the sensitive skin on the inside of his calves. Sasuke kept screaming, even knowing that no one would hear him, and that it was probably music to Shukaku's ears. The razor cut a small line. Shukaku picked it up and dragged it perpendicular to the other mark he had made, swirling it in a decorative curl. Shukaku watched in fascination as blood ran down the inside of Sasuke's white calf. He bent down and ran his tongue along the marks, and lapped up the blood. Sasuke both moaned and hissed at the contact. On one hand, it felt good, but on the other hand, it hurt so much. Shukaku set the razor down and settled on biting the inside of Sasuke's thigh, higher up than the fresh blood, before moving down and lapping at the red liquid again. Sasuke involuntarily arched his back and moaned.

Shukaku grinned. This canvas was so responsive, unlike his own canvas. Picking up the razor again, he pulled back, locking eyes with his new toy. He caressed the skin of his wrist and neatly sliced it length-wise right over several other marks. Sasuke just tilted his head back. Shukaku licked his wrist once before pressing it to Sasuke's face. Sasuke's head snapped back, his eyes once again going wide. Shukaku ran his wrist down Sasuke's face and neck, leaving a trail of fresh blood in his wake. He reached over to his left and picked up the meat tenderizer. Sasuke blinked uncomprehending eyes before they shut tightly in pain as the tenderizer slammed into his side. Sasuke screamed in pain. Shukaku admired the new mark on his toy. Not only was this a bruise of beautiful color, since the mallet was spiked, there were many holes bleeding. Shukaku attached his mouth to the mark and sucked. Sasuke screamed again, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him.

The song replaying in Shukaku's head was becoming softer, but he didn't notice, too preoccupied with his 'art' to pay attention to such things. Gaara consciousness was waking up, and when it opened its figurative eyes, it scrambled to take control of its body. Shukaku had now cut both Sasuke's legs, had decorated his chest with several bruises cuts and bites, and his face only held one large bruise. Gaara pulled, he tugged he fought, and slowly, too slowly, he started to regain control. Shukaku went down fighting, mentally biting and clawing the whole way to the back of his mind. Gaara's darker side was in control for the moment and he couldn't help himself from suckling on the freshest of cuts that was high up on Sasuke's left thigh. Gaara struggled some more and was finally able to gain full control over his errant body. He instantly pulled back from Sasuke's leg.

"Sasuke!" he nearly shouted. Sasuke's half lidded eyes blinked and opened all the way. Gaara's concerned face appeared before him. Gaara's face… not Shukaku's. Sasuke nearly cried, so happy was he that it was Gaara before him.

Gaara grabbed a razor, and Sasuke flinched. Trying his best to ignore the panic written all over Sasuke's face, Gaara clasped the raven haired boys bound wrists and cut the duct tape. Sasuke slumped to the floor and Gaara cut more duct tape to free his wrists. Sasuke immediately brought his hands down and wrapped his arms around himself. Gaara felt a large twinge of guilt and turned around hurriedly to cut the binds from Sasuke's feet. As soon as Sasuke was free, he curled in on himself in the fetal position. Gaara flinched and stood up, walking to the door.

"I'll go find the first aid kit," he mumbled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.


LETmeCRY: Waahhh... :big hugs: Thanks thanks,its going by so fast. My baby is already 17 chapters old. It makes me proud. Ah, and a fellow ANGST lover! Yay! I love ANGST, and I'm pretty decent at writing it. AGNST!

Gaara'siceprincess: Mwa ha ha ha... I couldn't help myself. I had to give y'all a cliffie, I normally am not that bad. But it makes you want to find out what happens soooo much more. Thanks for the review!

sei mong: He he he... I couldn't help myself, I felt like being evil. 0:) Totally. I just couldn't being myself to torture Sasuke too much. I hate raising my rating, and I totally suck at any form of lemon. Thanks for the review.

xX-Angel.Eater-xX: He he he... technically there's still a chance to be 111 :) but if you really want me to write a fic for ya, I'd be happy to try. I'm INSPIRED lately. Woo. And thanks so much for all your reviews!

Ninee Kisuragi: heh, if anyone lived like Gaara they'd be pretty messed up. Poor Gaa-chan, he leads such a hard life. Heh... but yeah, thanks for the review!

puptastic25: Yeah, I guess it is a bit of a random pairing... Heck, I don't even know how I picked it up. :shrug: I hope ya liked this dark chappie. Thanks for the review!

Brooklyn'sGurl: Yesh! Gaara fought back! Yay! But it will most likely lead no where good, his father's one evil SOB. Hope what Gaara did to Sasu wasn't too horrible for ya. :) Thanks for the continuing support! Much luv!

Jenanien: he he he... yes, Sasu got it, prolly not what you were thinking, but he still got something nasty. Gaara's not a totally evil devil, but he's pretty bad, ne? Thanks for the review!

ChibiChaolan: Ah but reviewing always helps, even if it's just a random emoticon. Reviews can inspire, or encourage the author. If its constructive criticism then that author can try to improve their craft. All reviews are nice (except flames, those are not cool). And wow, my little baby of a story helped you like Gaara a bit more? That's pretty awesome. :) I feel special. Thanks so much for the review!

YINGYANGBLOSSOMS : Heh... not humor in this one. Much Angst. I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I got inspired to have Sasuke molest Gaa-chan at dinner thanks to you. Inspiration my friend. Its all good. Thanks ever so much for all your support and reviews!