Disclaimer: Sigh, not mine
If: Woo, another chapter done. Have any of you seen a "The Omen" tailer? I just noticed something. The mark of the devil on Damien, looks suspiciously just like Sasuke's curse seal... coincidence? ... maybe. But seriously, why are they remaking that movie? You can't beat the original! It had Gregory Peck! Gregory Peck! ... oh well. But anyway... here's yet another Angst ridden chapter for you.
Warning: VIOLENCE! ANGST! Hateful words!
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Gaara was asleep without incident (aka: Shukaku coming out and torturing/molesting Sasuke) for a total of ten minutes before he woke up. Sighing, the red haired boy just stared at the ceiling for a moment. Coming to a conclusion, he untangled himself from the boy sleeping beside him and began to stand up. Wincing a little, not only were his new wounds aching, but the wounds he had gotten from his near-death experience not that long ago was throbbing as well. Gaara knew that the best thing he could do would be to lie down and go to sleep. Gaara knew however, that if he went to sleep his half of the mind may rest but the other half would take over and no good things would happen. So Gaara needed to keep himself awake.
As he stood, Gaara felt the warm, formally cold compress, slide down his leg. Gaara twitched. Look what he had become… sighing, he felt his way around the room until he found his dresser. Kneeling down, he opened the bottom drawer. Digging around, he finally found his small flashlight. Gaara flicked it on. Surveying the room, Gaara went to the door and snuck out.
Making his way down the hallway as quietly as he could, Gaara made his way to the stairs. He tip-toed his way down the stairs and opened the door. He froze. The lights were on.
"Come on in… son," came the sickeningly cruel voice of his father. Gaara found his feet moving on their own. He wanted to turn and run back up the stairs, to find some sort of shelter in his room, to be anywhere but where he was going. Maniacal laughter filled his head.
Gaara walked into the living room. His father was sitting in the lazy boy in front of him; he could see the back of his fathers head.
"Come stand before me," his father ordered. Gaara shuddered, took a deep breath and moved to stand in front of the man known as his father.
"Good boy… now sit down," his father said. Gaara's body automatically obeyed. His father smirked at him.
"I couldn't help but notice that you have some… company… over tonight," his father spoke. Gaara's heart froze and he stopped breathing. "I've never seen any of your…friends before so I was taken by surprise."
Gaara couldn't help but notice that his father was putting a stress on certain words. It could only mean one thing: he had heard them talking and had looked in his room. No matter when he looked in it would be bad. His father wouldn't hesitate to lash out at him.
"How long have you two been friends Gaara?" he asked, his tone sliding into a repressed anger form. Gaara gulped. "How long!"
Gaara opened his mouth but no sound came out. His father bent over and backhanded him. Gaara's head snapped to the side. He could only stare at the wall for a while before he turned to face his father, mouth firmly set.
"How long have you been fucking some man! I won't have some fag living in my house!" his father exclaimed, standing up. Gaara's eyes widened and his heart started pounding as he caught sight of the butcher's knife held in his father's hand.
"It wasn't enough for you to kill the only woman I ever loved! It wasn't enough for you to live while she died! It wasn't enough for you to murder your own uncle! It wasn't enough for you to just be the spawn of the devil! No! You had to be some man fucking fag! What more will you do? How much is enough! Haven't you done enough you fucking demon from the deepest pit of hell!" his father started to scream, getting upset to the point of madness. Gaara was backing up, trying to get away from this man who would surely kill him, but his father followed him as he backed up. Gaara bumped into a wall, belatedly noting that it was the same as back then… it was the same…
"I'm sending you back to where you came from! I've dealt with you for too long as it is! You've started corrupting my precious children with your taint! I will not have you bringing them down to your level!" and with that said Gaara's father brought the knife down. Gaara barely had time to dodge out of the way, the knife grazing his left arm, just like it had in the past.
Gaara screamed.
Sasuke shot straight up in Gaara's bed after hearing that tortured, pain filled scream. His eyes instantly darting to where Gaara was supposed to be: Gaara wasn't there. Sasuke's eyes widened and he looked to the door, finding it open. Sasuke stumbled out of the bed in his haste and dashed out the door, nearly running into Temari and Kankuro on the way.
"Where's Gaara?" Temari asked anxiously. Sasuke shook his head, rushing with the two siblings down the hallway.
"He's not in his room," he replied. Kankuro cursed colorfully and Temari panicked. She nearly fell down the stairs in her haste and threw open the door, Sasuke and Kankuro close behind her. The second the got out of the stairwell they stopped in their tracks at the sight that was before their eyes.
Gaara was pulling desperately at the front door, not noticing in his panic that it was locked. The Sabaku's father was laughing maniacally and slowly advancing towards his helpless son. Sasuke was the first to act.
"Gaara!" he shouted, rushing forward and instantly feeling as though he were moving in slow motion. He tried his hardest to run as fast as he could, get there quicker, to stop what he knew was coming, but his feet just couldn't move, his body was going too slow.
The knife was raised, and Gaara looked over his shoulder. His eyes grew impossibly large and he tried desperately to get away, but the knife was already lowering, moving far quicker than everything else, which seemed to be in permanent slow-mo. Sasuke cried out Gaara's name again, and the knife hit flesh.
Temari was pacing the floor outside of the operating room. Kankuro was tearing apart magazine after magazine. Neither of them was speaking. The shock was too great, the pain too near. They just couldn't comprehend it. After that…
Temari had screamed she couldn't stop. The blood had been everywhere. Her father was laughing and trying to dislodge the knife from the flesh it was buried in and the bone that was holding it captive. Kankuro had run into the kitchen and had thrown up. He had grabbed the phone and called the police.
Kankuro had shook Temari, trying to get her to snap out of it. She was still screaming.
"We have to get him away!" Kankuro had shouted. "Or else…!"
Temari had snapped out of it and nodded solemnly.
"On the count of three," Kankuro said. "One… two… three!"
The two of them had rushed forward and pulled their father away. He struggled, trying to break free. He cursed his children, he cussed. He kicked and bit and squirmed, but it was all to no avail. Temari and Kankuro were pulling him into the living room.
"Let! Me! Go!" he screamed. "I have to kill him! He has to die!"
Temari and Kankuro exchanged a look. They continued to pull their father into the living room.
Sirens were approaching. Temari could see the flashing lights, and in a moment of distraction, he father broke loose. He tore his arm from her slightly loose grip and decked Kankuro. Kankuro went crashing to the floor. He father turned to her and slapped her so hard the world began to spin and she fell to the floor.
"I'm finally going to finish you, you demon!" Temari had heard her father cry out.
"Stay away!" she heard Gaara shout in return.
The police crashed through the living room window, scaring Temari and she screamed again.
"Where is he?" one of the swat team asked her. Temari could only point towards the front door. The swat team rushed to the door.
"Put down the knife!" she heard them yell at her father.
"He has to die!" came the screech from her father.
"Sir, put down the knife!" came the order once again.
"I'm going to kill him once and for all! There's nothing you can do to stop me!" came the reply and her father started to laugh again. Any sanity he had had was now gone.
A shot rang in the house. Temari started crying hysterically.
"Get the paramedics in here quick!" the swat leader shouted and one of his subordinates rushed back outside.
Temari felt a fresh cascade of tears run down her face. They had killed her father. He was dead, but that wasn't what was making her cry. That wasn't what made her heart ache as though someone had put it in a vice. No… the reason she couldn't stop the tears was Gaara.
"Kankuro…" she said hesitantly. Her brother looked up at her, his face blank.
"What…" he said dully.
"How do you think…" she started.
"He'll be fine… but…" he said and looked up and the operating room.
Temari faced the room herself, worried to death about her youngest brother.
Gaara was having a hard time understanding anything. All he could see, all he could think about…
Gaara turned to see the knife rushing towards him in the exact way it had done that time as well. Gaara's eyes grew impossibly large before he shut them tightly, embracing his fate. It was his punishment after all, his punishment for being born and killing the woman that had borne him.
The impact never came.
Gaara was restrained in a bed at the hospital and drugged to keep him from rushing off. The doctors had labeled him insecure, and with good reason too.
Gaara could only stare at the limp and bleeding body now lying in his lap. What had happened? What was going on?
"Sasuke?" he had asked hesitantly. The boy in his arms wasn't moving, he wasn't replying and his breathing was shallow, the knife buried into right shoulder. Gaara's hands shook. He barely registered that his siblings were pulling his father away.
"Wha…? Why?" he had asked. Dull black eyes had looked up at him, and the tiniest of smiles graced perfect pink lips. Sasuke was unconscious seconds later.
Gaara had tugged the body to his chest, holding on to his savior tightly.
"Why? I don't understand… why would you give up yourself for someone such as me? What are you doing to me? I don't understand! Tell me why!" Gaara had whispered to the unconscious man in his arms. Tears were running down his face, but Gaara didn't notice.
Gaara stared at the hospital ceiling.
"Why Sasuke?"
