A Demons Tears
Darkkinkachu: wow people actually liked this? I am shocked. I'm not trying to promote my own stories or anything but it may help to read 'The Real Sandman' since 'A Demons Tears' was actually a spin off of that one. And just so ya'll stop asking me, no Gaara is not dead. I wouldn't kill that lovable lil' psycho XP He plays an important part in this story (As you will find out) Tanuki and Kyuubi are natural enemies :
WARNING! Very dark chapter! Should have been rated M but for some reason FFnet wont let me post M stories. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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Old, half-forgotten memories muddled through Shukaku's mind. The warm bliss of a full belly and his mothers soft fur. Tumbling over his brothers and sisters as the played in the golden sand. Sleeping in the cool darkness of the burrow, tangled in the limbs and tails of his den-mates.
No…
These couldn't be his memories. And yet they were…had he really forgotten? Comfort, happiness, love…had he really had these things? Yes. Yes and he had forgotten them…but why?
New thoughts crept into Shukaku's mind, choking out the joy and warmth. He clung desperately to them, begging the good feelings to stay. They slipped between his claws like grains of sand as new, more violent and dark, images assaulted his mind.
A smell of smoke, the scent of charred flesh and fur making him gag. The shrieks and wails of his little sisters and bothers as they were clubbed and burned. Tall, dark creatures loomed over him as he quaked and quivered, mewing pathetically for his mother. But she wouldn't come. He knew that yet he couldn't stop crying, howling, wishing…
Why? Why had the strange, gangly creatures come to wipe out his family? He had heard scary stories of these things that hated his kind. These things had killed his father. They were afraid of him. The thought had seemed so absurd when he was a cub…
Shukaku could only watch in horror as his oldest brother was beaten to death before his eyes. Then they turned to him…the only one left. Tears trickled through his fur and off his whiskers. A new feeling was replacing the fear…hate. Kill. Kill the monsters that had destroyed his life and mangled his soul. Kill the Humans. Blood, pain, he would make the wretched Humans of this place 'Suna' pay…
Anger, bitterness, hatred…it had been all he had known for so long. Shukaku had almost forgotten there were other emotions. He had risen up, the last of his kind, and rained vengeance upon his tormentors. When they captured him and sealed him away his hatred only grew.
And then he had met the boy. The boy who also had no mother. The boy who was hated and feared. The boy that no one loved…so Shukaku had helped the boy, so like himself in so many ways. He had warned him against loving any one but yourself and had givin the boy power beyond reason. He had almost been happy again…
But, yet again, his world was turned upside down. The Kyuubi…damn the fox and his brat container. Everything had been going fine until they showed up. Suddenly the boy wasn't sue killing was the answer anymore. He didn't want to listen to Shukaku and worked to gain the respect of those that had once feared and hated him. It had stunned and pained the demon to see the boy accepted.
How could they just forgive him after all he had done? Shukaku had withdrawn into the boys mind, licking his wounds and trying to understand. It was all so…unfair. No one would ever think to forgive a Tanuki when it was their own fault in the first place and yet they had accepted this boy and made him a leader among men? No…Shukaku just couldn't take the cruel irony of it all.
And now he was wrapped in darkness, lost, alone, frightened. At first he had been angry. He had lashed out against the cold blackness and tried to brake free. Now that he realized he was caught in the jaws of death he was afraid. Shukaku cried out, whimpering for his mother, begging for his father, desperate to not be alone any more. Even the boy would suffice…any one…any one…
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Green eyes rose slowly to meet the angry and hazel ones before her, "I…I thought since he was wearing an Akatsuki cloak…" she trailed off, mentally kicking herself.
"Sakura, I don't know what that…thing is, but according to my examinations it's a form of demon." As much as Tsunade hated to scold her favorite student, this was very bad, "You have brought back and healed some kind of mutant human-demon hybrid."
The girl hung her head, "Gomen Tsunade-sama…"
A small smile made its way onto the older woman's face, "But…I'm very impressed with your healing skills. I don't think even I could have fixed it up that quickly."
The beeping of a monitor interrupted the sweet teacher-student moment.
The two medics rushed into the dark room, careful to avoid the various IV's and life monitors scattered around. Their patient was trashing around emitting faint grunts and growls, straining at the chains they had tied him down with.
"What's wrong with it?" The hokage asked over the din the creature was making.
"I don't know!" Sakura said, laying charka enhanced hands on the lean, pale chest, "His vitals are spiking and he's gone into REM. I think he's having a nightmare."
"Well do something about it!" Tsunade was forced to yell over the shrieking of the demon.
"What?" Sakura screamed back, "I cant wake it up! What should I do?"
"ANYTHING! JUST MAKE IT STOP!" The older woman bellowed, struggling to hold down the fighting beast.
Sakura reached for a sedative but before her fingers could even touch the needle, sand came bursting in the window and door. The grains swirled around the two women, pinning Tsunade to the wall and encasing Sakura in a deadly cocoon.
Strange, gold and black eyes snapped open and all went still.
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Alive? I am…alive? Yes…I feel my heart beating once more. I want to shriek with delight but the pain in my throat prevents it. Hm…this is not the forest. I am in a white room filled with human machines and…sand. My sand. Ah so that's what woke me.
I look over and blink. I caught something. No, two things. I am not interested in the one behind me though. Here in front of me is…her. What is going on? I sit up slowly, trying not to show how much pain I am in. I remember now. This girl is a healer. She said so when she visited the boy. It was why she visited the boy, I think.
I stand, wobbling slightly on these accursed weak legs. My tail swishes back and forth as I peer down into the wondrous emerald eyes. Such beautiful eyes…and hair. Really, I've been alive over a thousand years and have never seen a human with natural pink hair before. It looks soft. I bring a paw up to touch the rosette locks but she flinches away. I frown. How rude…I should crush her. But…I don't.
Instead a slowly walk over to the shattered window and look out. I wonder if I broke this…oh well. Hm…this isn't Suna. This is…Konoha? Yes, that would make sense. The girl is from The Hidden Village of the Leaf after all. I turn back to the girl, tapping my claws on my chest and frowning.
I can understand Human but I don't speak it well. I was always more interested in ripping out, than speaking in, the Human tongue. I gather what I can remember of that langue. Most of it is insults and threats. Not what I'm looking for. Hm…I think…
"Water."
My voice is thick and croaky. It hurts to talk. But that should be the right word for what I want. The girl looks at me with a mixture of sheer horror and slight fascination. I realize my sand is holding her there and order it away. It stays hovering at her feet, just in case.
The girl keeps her eyes on me as she stumbles back and grabs the picture of water on a near by table. Hm…I guess I could have gotten that myself…but oh well. She steps forward carefully and hands me the glass. Cool, delicious waters slides down my throat. Ah…I have never tasted anything so good.
I drag the back of my paw across my mouth and sigh. Straightening, I look down at the girl, my ears poised forward and twitching slightly, "What happened?" good. My memory of the Human language is coming back. My voice comes out in a smooth, low rumble. Better.
"I…you…" odd. She looks more stunned than frightened. But then again, I always considered this girl rather…different. She is speaking again.
"What…who are you?"
I feel the skin where eyebrows would have been rise up. Don't they know? Don't these foolish little humans know what they have done? I shall tell them…
"I am Shukaku, Great Demon of the Sands."
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Darkkinkachu: Ok so now your like 'eh? How does Shukaku know Sakura? And what's up with him not killing every one? And why isn't Sakura afraid(she still is just not as much) of him? And when do we get to see some Demon/Human romance?' OK STOP! Jeeze…so many questions. And there's the ever-so-annoying 'where the hell is Gaara?' THIS ISNT A GAASAKU! Holy monkeys people, I'll answer most of these in the next chapter…but that's not important. This, however, is…
Very important note! Please read!
Ok so…I'm putting this fic on Hiatus or what ever. I really love this story and want to write in it but its hard when so few people read it and even fewer review (That's right, I know your out there reading this and not telling me) Normally that wouldn't bother me, but I've got to many stories in the air and this seemed like the best choice to put on hold. I'm going to start work on an AU High School fic with all the Biju so you can read that instead. To the 3-4 people who actually liked this story, I am very sorry. I will update some day, I just wanted to warn you it wont be fore like…a couple months…Thank you.
I know you now hate me but I could really use some reviews…my self-confidence has taken a nosedive as of late and I really need a word of encouragement or two.