Yep. I still don't own gaara or Sai or anything except these banal words I've thrown together. Enjoy!
Sirens wailed past them as the Mercedes calmly rolled on. Sai straightened beside the strangely stoic man. The flashing red and blue lights cast shadows on Gaara's hardened face. "What's wong? I have rescued you from hell and here you sit upset. Do not be mad at me, Gaara. It had to be done." Sai said, his soft voice melting into the air around them.
Gaara stiffened in his seat. As much as he hated the brothel, the auctions, all that came with it, he could not bring himself to thank Sai. The name alone ran pellets of sweat down his back. Sai, the mysterious Mofia Lord, was renowned for his secrecy and cruelty. Anyone unfortunate to see his face never lived to keep the horrible secret. Gaara did not want to believe the slight man layered in robes beside him was an unforgiveable nightmare.
The chaos that blazed behind him quieted his doubts. His makeshift home was really gone, engulfed in flames and ash.
"Why did you do that? You could've just paid my fees or never retuned me. It's much more dangerous to bring attention to the underworld with such an extreme." Questions of rage and confusion bubbled within Gaara. His butterflies of nervousness had desintigrated into wriggling worms of disgust.
Sai flickered his eyes over the man, his eyes twitching slightly; his look of concentrating on a puzzling question.
"Gaara, do you understand that monster Baki? Do you know what he wouldv'e done once your 'debt' was paid off?" Sai began to relax, stretching his arms across the back of the seat. Gaara tightened, still not wanting to touch the vile man beside him.
"I was to be released. The debt keeps growing tho…." Gaara said, avoiding the smug grin spreading across Sai's face.
"No, Gaara. Your 'debt' was a lie. So was you promised freedom. From my hidden sources, Baki was weighing out his choices. It was either kill you once you no longer drew out a profit or –and this is why I saved you- turn you in for the bounty still on your head."
Gaara's head snapped to face Sai, a brilliant shade of astonishment blooming across his face. "No! The bounty was withdrawn, Baki said he bribed the DA-" Gaara stopped, unwanting to believe. He inhaled, resting his head on the window.
His heart weighed heavily in his chest. So his was still a wanted man. A part of him was curious of how many of Sai's men had been infiltrated Baki's two-bit mob. Had they been annihilated in the explosion? Gaara's current worries pushed out the thoughts.
"How many counts are still on me?" Gaara asked, fighting the words past the expanding lump in his throat.
"17. They found more bodies in the past month. Baki could only keep you underground for a certain amount of time. Your days were numbered. They will extend if you stay with me." Sai purred, tucking his arm around Gaara's unsuspecting waist.
Gaara stifled the shiver from the man's touch. Baki was low profile, not nearly as sought after as Sai. It was one of the reasons Gaara had sought him out. Granted he preferred to hide out on his own, he had no connections, no one he could influence. If he were caught, he would have to continue his killing spree to escape; the body count against him only piling. Gaara had offered himself as a man of black cloth, a skilled executioner. But Baki had other plans….
"What do you intend to do with me?" He asked bitterly. Sai brought the man closer to him, his arm clenched around Gaara's waist painfully.
"You will obey me."He whispered in his captives ear. "You will do anything I will command or I will eliminate you. Is that understood?" Gaara could only nod. His brain, however, was whirling with multitudes of ideas.
The car began to roll up a driveway, past a series of locked gates that had opened longingly for them. The house, behind the mazes of steel and trees, commanded respect in it's neo-architectual design. Built of brick and marble, Gaara remained unimpressed at the greatness before him. His brain was busy cataloging possible routes for his escape. He could deal with Baki's bullshit. He didn't want to continue it with a madman.
Perched on every balconey and infront of every possible passage way, he spotted suited gunmen. It was going to be trickey, but Gaara remained grounded at his hopes of success.
The car stopped abruptly, jerking Gaara out of his plotting. Sai smiled and extended his hand.
"Welcome home. Here you will be reborn, my beautiful fire-bird."
Yes, I know this seems like it's going to be a pairing. However, I really don't ever know where I am going with my stories until the mood strikes me. So, what are sai's intentions with Gaara? We know a little of gaara's past, but not much. Do you want to know more? I do but until my brain starts it's sickness stay tuned!!!! And I'm out….