This is the chapter that I left off on in the original. I amped it up and made it better. It's not to long, about 10 pages typed. But I know your all waiting for the next chappie so I'll do my best with this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ok? I don't own the 3 sand dudes who look identical. Nor do I own the 2 blonde sand dudettes. I do however; own Kiriko and her inevitable gaining of knowledge….
Notice: People against Servants bonding with masters daddies should not read the first half of this chappie! Ok? Ok. Let's go.
While walking down the stone staircase leading to the living room, Gaara considered the 6 pairs of footwear on the entrance's tatami mats. 'Six? Is he back from his mission already?'
Cursing quietly under his breath he made his way to the kitchen, musing to the scent of cooked food along with the nagging thought of explaining the new addition to the household.
Unfortunately for the esteemed redhead, he found himself in the company of both the younger ninja and his father. "Gaara."
It was only a word to speak of acknowledgement but the adult's expression clearly read, explain. Ignoring his unspoken question, he replied with an evenly monotonous, "Kazekage."
The youngest of the three smiled and bowed, stepping away for the oven that gave off an aroma, a baking sheet at hand. "Good morning, master. I made breakfast." He gave her a nod and if alone in her presence, would have even thanked her; he was starving, and asked her to make less for breakfast.
He shrugged it off as she giggled and gestured to the tall brunette that gave of a weary stare. "I was very surprised to see him. I thought you suddenly grew over night! You look very much like your father."
The sentence was spoken and nothing could be done. Still the two men tensed and the breathing patterns increased sharply. Both were uneasy as she began serving the poultry onto the clay plates, the crimson on his head wisped along his face as he looked down. "Kiriko. Do not say such things."
A flash of surprise crossed her face but she nodded, no longer fearing his tone and replied with a brief "Mm."
The blonde stretched and gave a yawn in her florally pattered futon. The fuchsia orchid designs were crinkled as she stood, her loose pajamas equally untested. The door to the bathroom was opened as she prepared for a shower. Clothes clumped in a messy pile, she stepped in the tub, adjusting the water temperature. She closed the curtain and basked in the flowing water, the delightful steam rolling from her skin… "AAAAAAACCCCK! Kankurou!"
The latter was found on the ground rolling in fits of laughter. A thread of chakra was secured on the tap that had an H on it. "Oh my god Temari! You are so… AHH!"
"Kankurou! Korosu!" Getting the picture, the puppeteer bolted down the hallway and stairs, a towel robed demon chasing like the fires of hell.
Green liquid poured into the tea cups while listening closely to the voices, "Your 13 now right?" spoke the older, deeper one.
"Hmm."
"It is already mid February, but I did get you something."
Milky green eyes watched carefully and his strong hand tensed on the porcelain cup holding his beverage. "O-oh?"
"I found it while preparing for the mission. On my spare time I fixed it." Dark eyes widened and a dry voice responded to seeing the small plush bear.
"Shunanen…"
There was a heavy silence that was not broken by any until Kiriko let out an anxious, "A teddy bear? Its sooo cute! What did you say his name was? Shunanen? Its so cute master!"
Internally smiling, Gaara nodded and let her hold the bear and noted how she instantly started to fawn over the plush material. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a hooded figure went rampaging through the kitchen, wailing. "Help me! The she-devil is here for my soul!"
Temari was angrily stomping behind him, a pale yellow towel wrapped tightly around her waist. "Kankurou! You really did it this- K-Kazekage-sama!" Her face flushed an angry red as she lowered her head for a bow. "Sir. Forgive me on my entry. He provoked me."
Kankurou raised his hands, in an almost defending mannor, while he laughed nervously. "It was all in good fun!"
Temari glared darkly and snapped at him while shouting, "Fun! You nearly burned me alive you damn basta-"
A deep voice was quick to silence the argument. "Quiet." The tall man was standing and his neck crooked backwards, looking Kankurou with the same disgust he usually held for Gaara.
Both of his older children replied in unison, stuttering aligned, "H-Hai."
"Kankurou." A dangerous voice narrowed with each syllable.
"H-Hai?"
"Show some respect to the female species." Although it wasn't necessary, and wasn't directed at him, the tall brunette directed his gaze to Gaara with a deeper frown. "Your mother would be appalled."
The three siblings froze instantly and flinched. "Gomen nasai, Kazekage-sama."
An awkward silence fell among the family. Feeling the anxiety, Kiriko once again chirped in, a smile on her face, "I made enough for everyone. Please eat." She gestured to the steaming poultry and turned for a chair.
Gaara was silently thanking her for snapping himself out of his guilty gaze.
Later on that day, the eleven year old found she was cleaning the home once again. Knocking on Kankuro's door to avoid embarrassing awkwardness, she let out a small murmur to try to rouse the boy from any activity he may have been part taking.
She waited for another moment and then sighed. Finding no answer, she turned and went to the room on the far end of the hall. Again knocking, Kiriko listened to the shuffling of falling footsteps and swishing of clothes.
Mahogany doors slid open, the tall tanned brunette staring down at her expectantly. She sheepishly bowed and held up her cleaning supplies. "It will only take a moment."
He sighed and stepped out of her way, a silent, "Come in." Her eyes arched with a smile. Almost immediately, she headed to the pictures, wiping of the sand and neatening the frames to an even form. The man behind her sat on the foot of his large bed and watched her, in a mistrusting way.
"I saw this picture last time I cleaned this room." She paused, reading his reaction, waiting for a sign to continue. He nodded, his hands tense, "I was disappointed to only see this picture in the negative. I was sort of trying to find a story with each one, but I couldn't. Not with this one at least."
He looked her over and finally asked the question that had been haunting his mind the entire morning. "Why are you here?"
Kiriko look at him, a confused face masking her features. "Im cleaning your room Kazekage-sam-"
"I know of the births of each child in my village. I have never seen or heard of you. Why are you in my Sunagakure? Why are you with Gaara?"
She stared at him, noting his tense, almost angry eyes for a moment. It was well past 2 minutes before she finally decided to speak. And throughout the entire tiem, he watched her face as she watched his. "I… was given to Gaara-danna… as a gift."
A cold voice replied monotonously, "A gift?"
"Hai." She lowered her eyes for a moment and then looked up with a sheepish smile, "Sir… you seem like I intruded on you… your village. Have I?"
"No. Why are you a gift?"
She smiled sadly and responded with a less than enthusiastic sentence, "I was a slave since birth. This is not any different."
"Since birth? I never thought there was a black market in Sunagakure. What clan are you from? I'll eliminate it and you will be fr-"
"No! I'm from Kirigakure, thus my name. My mother and father were also slaves, there masters wouldn't keep me and I sold to other families."
"You were sold? How did you arrive in Suna? With Gaara."
"One of my masters was not pleased with my performance. He was a scientist experimenting with numerous amounts of ninjutsu's for a man from somewhere north of Fire country. He used me as a test subject."
The man gave her an incredulous look that beckoned for her to continue. "He infused a summoning technique with a shadow and mind control ninja power. He said he got all the information from the client."
She held out her arms clad in the black metal bands. "These are the result. I am a failed subject."
The Kazekage felt uneasy and decided to not press the subject. He couldn't control anything out of Wind country and decided that he didn't want to know anything further.
He turned his eyes on the negative photo on the wall and gave out a weak smile." That woman was- I my wife. She died giving birth to Gaara. He has the original picture."
Kiriko said nothing more and to that the man was glad. A wave of nostalgia broke over him when she spoke about 'test subjects'. It reminded him of his monster son. It reminded him of the betrayal to his wife.
Kiriko left the room at a moments notice and the brunette sighed and stared sadly at the photo in his hand. "Aishiteru, Kara."
It was nearing midnight when Gaara entered his room aquiet ruffling greeting his ears. Closing the door, he curiously stepped behind the girl who was rummaging through his closet. "Kiriko. What are you doing?"
The said girl jumped a the sudden sound from the silent teen behind her, causing her to nudge the shelves and lean against them. The corner of a sealed box tipped over the edge and hit a shield of sand above her flinching head.
Gaara moved his arm from above her head, after lingering only for a moment, to grab the pot covered in sealing papers that broke through the box in the tumble. "Kiriko.", He began again, moving from her to rewrap the metal teapot with a cloth of hide.
The girl regained senses after a brief pause and scrambled to him. "Master! Are you hurt!"
"No."
"But you stopped a-"
He looked up with a brief amount of irritance, "I am fine." He paused his speaking to fasten the knot on the container and then began again, "Kiriko. What were you doing?"
"I was… I was looking for something. "
Gaara gave her a dry look that urged her to continue, a faint blush painting her skin, "I was looking for a picture." She said quietly.
He was astonished by her. "What photo?" He asked suspiciously.
"Of your Mother."
Creamy green eyes narrowed and a loud groan escaped his lips. "What!" It sounded like a question but she knew it was a restrained growl. He stood, a deep glare forming on his face. "How do you know of her!"
Was he mad? No. Was he surprised? Most definitely. Unfortunelty, Kiriko was not of his mind.
She shook on the spot, knees buckling, hands in a instinctive defensive form and tears beginning to form on the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry! I saw the other one… with the other pictures! I just wanted to…"
Her voice instantly stopped when Gaara took a step closer to her. Her eyes shut tightly and he shaking increased. She winced when a sharp object touched her skin, and began to withdraw farther back.
Ten seconds passed before she looked up and was staring at the corner of thinck paper. "W-What is it?"
"Didn't you want to see it?"
She smiled, her fear replaced with relief.
Gaara had been sitting in his corner his eyes closed. "You have her eyes."
He smiled to himself, "Put it away. I don't need to reflect on the woman who breathed me life."
She apologized quietly and smiled. Gaara grunted in response and used his sand to turn the bed side lamp off. "It's late. Got to sleep."
She nodded and turned from him, quickly changing into a t-shirt that was supplied by Temari. Sitting back down on the bed, she couldn't help but hint a smile. "Your face is red master."
Disgruntled and embarrassed, Gaara placed a hand over his mouth and turned his face away. "Just go to sleep."
She giggled and shut her eyes and opened her mind.
Intermission!
The first half of the chapter is done. And well now were going to give you a break and let you take this opportunity to bash my head in with the keyboard for making you wait even longer.
Ring ring ring ring! Banana phone! Ring Ring ring ring Banana phooone!
Intermission is over now!
It was March 14th. Day of the full moon. Gaara was nervous. The previous full moon his mother was exceptionally demanding of new friends.
He was, on the other hand, especially pleased that his father was leaving on another mission. What was it again? A trip to sound…for a treaty.
He also noticed how passionately fatherish the Kazekage was acting lately towards Kiriko No that he was jealous. Of course not. 'Baka ki…'
'Uresei! I'm not!'
An amused voice let out a chuckle. Kiriko had yet to wake and Gaara felt an urge to test something. 'What are you doing brat?'
Ignoring the voice, he stroked a hand over the girl's cheek. 'I want to use your theory again.'
The voice in his head bellowed with laughter. 'The more you kiss her, the more attached you'll get.'
'I'm not kissing her. I'm only… investigating.'
'Che. Boy, you'll eventually get her pregnant if you don't watch yourself.'
Gaara's eyes snapped open and he shouted in his mind. 'This investigation will make her have a baby!'
'Boy! Quiet now. Kissing does not impregnate women, you moron!'
'But you sai-'
'Sex does! Kissing leads to babies! Don't your siblings teach you anything?'
Gaara's face was flushed with a red hue. None the less, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her slightly parted mouth.
Again, he ignored the voice in the back of his head, it was washed away, as he re-entered the dreamy daze, unbeknownst that the girl was beginning to wake.
What is he…? Yoko-sama? Iie! G-Gaara! She let out a small moan and began to stretch, and action trying to snap him out of whatever fantasy he was imagining.
Startled, he jumped back, his cool demeanor returning. He looked at her evenly, trying to think of anything to say. Instead, he walked past the bed and out the door. He last thing that she heard as he began his decent from the stares was, "Make breakfast."
She turned away, a full blush and a giggle flashing her face.
It was mid day.Gaara and Kiriko were walking along the village stores, the pane glass windows slightly cracked and very dusty. Unlike the usual occurrence, where Gaara found himself watching her, she also peaked at him from the corner of her eyes until the other turned to do the same.
They were next to a jewelry shop when the girl spoke, "Gaara-sama?"
As he immediately he responded with, "Nandayo, Kiriko-chan?" both pairs of eyes snapped open.
'Shimata... '
'He used… an honorific!' "M-master? You called me…"
"I… I called you by your name." almost in a way that he was trying to convince himself.
Her hopeful smile faltered as she nodded. She looked at him sadly when fine, bleached sand moved the stray strands of hair from her face. "That is your name, ne, Kiriko-chan?"
Her smile appeared again, larger than before andshe agreed eagerly. "Yes, Master!"
The night came quicker than expected but the perfect, bright, sphere in the sky appeared as it usually did each month. His body was agitating him. Mother wanted blood. She wanted to hear cries of agony and she wanted to seetears flowing from men's eyes.
He repressed it and growled when a deep voice urged him to steal from the other occupant in the room. This thought was dismissed instantly, however and he grew dark to the deep voice. 'I don't take orders from you.'
It was half past nine, and Kiriko was quietly tinkering with an old doll that Temari gave her. Every 5 minutes or so, she would whisper a question along the lines of, "Master, are you leaving again?"
He wouldn't answer.
At ten, the braces began to glow as she stood. "Kiriko-chan? Does it hurt?"
He watched the blue markings curiously. She smiled and shook her head. "Only if it's against my bodies capabilities."
Although Gaara sounded interested, he shooed her off. "Go get my food." She nodded and quickly stepped out the door.
He smiled to himself and leaned against his bare wall, a dreamy look plastered on his face. 'Intriguing.'
'Kill someone dammit! Kill!'
He clutched his head and moaned, a strike of pain shooting up his cranium. As he stood, he leaned on the window shutter for support. Sweat pooled on his face and he cried out a loud monstrous growl.
The door was slid open to its fullest and Kiriko stood, a worried expression glued on her face. Her hands slid off the tray, the glasses falling and instantly shattering. She swept across the floor towards him, cracked porcelain shredding into her feet.
Bloody footprints were left as she approached him, wrapping her arm around his shoulder while holding him up from the wall, "Master! Are you hurt?"
His knees buckled and pulled them both down in a tumbled heap. "Get out!"
She was crying now, but she shook her head defiantly, "No!"
He let out one last pained gasp before sand began to eagerly pour from his gourd that sat beside him. The thought of using his power over her left his mind and the sand gripped each of her limbs, forcibly lifting her onto her bleeding feet.
She was quickly pushed past the passage way and the door slammed shut in a final attempt to keep from losing control. The sand returned to Gaara slowly after absorbing the blood that stained the carpet.
His other was in charge now. And he was set to killing mode.
Tears were flowing and blood was staining. Kiriko listened closely to the door through choked sobs. 'The shutters' she thought.
From the staircase, she saw the Kazekage and Temari chatting amongst themselves on the couch. 'Unbelievable! They couldn't hear him?'
She began down the stairs when the tall man tilted his head up to her in a way that said, I do. But I don't care.
A blue streak mad e her pause for a moment. It was of her own will however, something was telling her to follow him. Not her voice. Not even Yoko's. It was Gaara's voice.
She smiled to herself and turned on her heel to dart back into the room. Clumsily stepping over the broken glass again, she stepped over to the flapping shutters. For the first time that night, she saw the moon. A smile crept on her lips. It was beautiful. It reminded her of a distant voice that had spoken to her when she was younger.
She climbed onto the ledge before jumping passed the window and onto the spiral staircase that encircled the building. She was already chasing her master and she decided she would search all night until she found him.
...End Ch....
Crappy ending… But I already wrote the next chapter and will type it tomorrow.
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