Filler!! Yes, this will be a horrible filler chapter just has more to do with gaara's background. I felt like I was being cheap the way I just stumbled along and thought to further explain how he ended up controlled by Baki. Not so much his body count. But really how does a pimp control a murderer? Read on….
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:P stupid spacers and not working….
Gaara denied Sai's extended hand and stepped out of the car. The wind rippled thru his curious bright red hair. He inhaled the scent of distant cherry blossoms and nearby gun powder. "You are mine, Gaara. Remember that." Sai murmured into his ear, his hot breath sending sparks of anger on Gaara's neck.
Gaara started to fuzz out. His vision danced in grey's and fire, blurring all reality around him. He shook his head roughly. Pull yourself together man, you can do this, he cursed himself. Shadows lifted from the ground and danced before him. He blinked hazily, still shaking his head. This isn't happening, he tried to dismiss. His limbs trailed icy sweat. It dripped off his body and hit the bricks beneath him in soft pitter patters. A tunnel of black closed in on him. He put up his arms to defend but found they would not lift. Looking dumbly at his useless arms, he started to sway drunkenly. Tremors shook thru his emotionless body but he could not feel them.
He didn't even feel when his body hit the ground.
6 Months earlier. December 14th. 8.09 pm
"Baki. You are aware of me and my expertise. I have come seeking protection in exchange for my skills." Gaara's head was bowed but he kept his eye contact with the leech. His guts stirred in his shame. How could he ask such a lower creature for help. 'Because you only have enemies, no allies,' his logical brain reminded him. He had no friends, no family. He only had the streets and an arsonal of knives.
Earlier in that fateful day, he had been arrested for suspicion of several murders that had happening around downtown. It was only supposed to be routine questioning .It soon took an ugly turn as they started laying evidence on the table .None of the investigators survived Gaara's rage.
He had barely escaped and fled into the night, his broken cuffs dangling off his wrist, sick blood embedded in them. He had wandered down winding alley ways, searching for isolation, listening to the walking dead as they spoke their gibberish. His ears were tuned instinctively to every sound. In a short hour, he found that there were 3 gangs dominant in this town.
One was SI, short for Scattered Ink. It sounded like the most trouble, ran by a mystery man who had his greedy hands in every bit of the underworld. Arms trades, heavy narcotics, human smuggling. Whoever the ring leader was, he was smart and ruthless. The people spoke in hushed whispers as if something fearful was lurking behind them, their twitching eyes darting around. Gaara shook his head at that. SI was most likely not hiring any new blood.
The second was a group called the Water Snakes. They were mainly delinquents, too young to even know the basic construction of an actual gang. The member's rotated hierarchy based on who got out of prison and such. Gaara didn't even give them a consideration.
The last was a gang that had no name. Gaara liked that and went searching for more information. He found that the gang was in its early stages; just now start to get a vibrant following and a handful of collectors. They mainly dealt in small drugs, like pills and coke, and dabbled on the side with prostitution. It was small but had enough notoriety that it would not be hard to hide. He decided to settle, figuring he could offer the only gift he was blessed with.
Now he stood in Baki's office, wondering what exactly the other man was thinking. Baki puffed his cigar thoughtfully behind a rich mahogany desk, his beady eyes running over Gaara's body. Gaara felt uncomfortable but stayed bowed anyway. Baki laid his cigar in a crystalline ashtray and stood. He sauntered over to Gaara, a menacing bounce in his step. He swung in front of Gaara and bent into a mock bow. A stupid grin was smeared across his greasy face. Gaara with held his sneer as hard as he could.
Baki straightened and moved behind Gaara. His head moved slowly over the teens narrow back and small hips. "Yes. You were smart to come here." He leered as he reached out to grab him. Gaara, sensing something wrong, twisted around quickly to see Baki lean away from him. Baki held up his hands defensively and exhaled a lustful sigh, the same dumb smile plastered on his face. "Tho the services you are going to be offering are going to be a little different than what you expect." He stepped closer. Gaara backed up slowly until his hip jabbed the desk. Wincing and confused, his eyes implored the strange man.
"You have a cute ass, gaara. Business man like me can't let that go to waste," Baki said darkly as his long arms encompassed around the now shaking Gaara. "Fuck. You." Gaara spat as he bought his legs up and slammed Baki in the chest with all his force. Baki reeled backward, landing sprawled across the floor. Gaara started to run, but quick thinking Baki reached out and grabbed the fleeing boys leg. Startled, gaara tumbled to the floor. He realized he was falling but it didn't compute in his rage filled brain. He landed hard, every bit of air knocked out of his body.
Baki jumped at his chance. Swinging his legs around the fallen man, he sat on Gaara's lower back, successfully pinning the other down. Gaara clawed at the floor, desperate to escape. His finger nails broke against the hard wood and started to streak the floor in blood. "No! Ugh…get off motherfucker!" Gaara screamed. Every bit of his body was fighting to get away, to run and just be on his own. Baki reached out and clutched at Gaara's wrist. He loped a finger in one of the cuffs and twisted it behind his back, bending the elbow the opposite intended direction.
Gaara slowed in his struggle. He tried to calculate his next move. This called for strategy, not his usual brute force. He stilled. Baki leaned forward, his victory glinting in his now sweaty face. Gaara felt hot breath on his neck."You are mine now." He slurred tiredly.
The thick doors swung open and two large men entered. They were in plain suits but they were somewhat intimidating in their square shoulders and bulging chests. "You require assistance boss?" The one on the left grunted."Take him down stairs. Must be kinky. He came to us in cuffs." Baki held up gaara's arm by his dangling wrist, twisting his arm further. He sucked his lips in to prevent any sound from escaping. Bastard, he cursed. Baki got off him and immediately air drifted back into gaara's lungs. Meaty paws hooked under his shoulders and lifted him up.
He was slung over a shoulder, his bruised legs dangling like a tired child. He knew he didn't stand much of a chance against the muscle; his blade was strapped to his leg and was currently inaccessible. Just gonna have to wait this one out, he thought painfully. He wasn't accepting defeat this easily, no; he needed better options.
The two men stopped and knocked on what sounded like a stone door. Gaara didn't bother to turn around. He figured Baki thought he was some big shot and had some sort of 'torture chamber' underneath the compound. The heavy sounding door scraped open and the two soon were going down concrete slabs positioned as stairs. They followed a tunnel. Gaara lifted his head to study his surroundings. Moisture clung in the air. He was deep underground, he knew that much. Shit shit shit, he cursed as he saw what looked like jail cells passing by.
The hallway seemed to grow warmer with each step. Heat wafted up off the floor, curling in the air. Gaara blink away the seat that was threatening to fall in his eyes. He started to slack, the heat softening his anger and making him drowsy. The two grunt men continued as tho they didn't feel it at all. They stopped at a cell and wrenched the bar laden door open. The man bounced the thin boy off his shoulders and slung him in the cage.
Gaara's back cracked against the stone wall, sending new streaks of lightning down his nerves. He could only glare at his captors, hoping to transfer any bit of pain to them. Safe behind the closed gate, they chuckled shortly then left. The cell was steaming; his clothes started to stick to him from the sweat. Is the sick freak cooking me, he imagined in his semi-delirious state brought on by the warmth. He slumped forward, his palms pressed onto the somewhat cooler ground. He lay down and tried to collect all the tiny bits of cold from the concrete.
Time past, how much he wasn't sure. His stomach had been rumbling for what seemed like hours. He was weakening and he hated himself each time his belly rumbled it's selfish groans. Plastered on the ground, he awaited his death. Grim Reaper must be busy today, he lamented as his eyelids started to lower.
Sharp footsteps echoed off the walls. Gaara perked up, barely lifting his head off the floor. The foot steps stopped before his door. He didn't have to look to know it was Baki. "Well, look who has calmed down. Are you ready to play nice now, pretty boy?" baki elated at being able to bend such a strong willed creature. He fashioned himself a demi-god, ready to surpass his shadow-like rival of the SI. He just needed a little more money and this pretty boy was going to bring it in.
"Stand boy. I have a treat for you." He grinned devilishly as he swung open the gate. Gaara tried to push up but his arms were too weak from dehydration. He flipped over, breathing desperately. "C'mon boy. I've got you." Gaara vaguely felt an arm loop around his waist and lift him off the ground. He faded in and out of darkness as the older man carried him. The hallway seemed to get even hotter, if that were possible. Gaara started to whine pathetically.
"Shhhhh. Be a good boy, sweet Gaara. Can you be good for your present?" Baki shushed the whimpering boy. Baki stopped at another concrete door. Gaara heard chirping of something electronic before the door swung open. Benign steam billowed out the door and engulfed the two.
Gaara lifted his head, each second regretting so as pain trickled down his neck. He spotted a furnace nearby, the flames dancing in its dark belly. Baki set Gaara down on the ground gently. He brushed away the hair that was stuck to the boys forehead. "There are those pretty eyes," he purred as he continued to stroke Gaara's head. Gaara jerked away from the invading hand, insulted at the touch. Baki stood up and motioned to one of the shadows.
A small man emerged, his clothes spotted with ash from tending the boilers. "Apply the new ones. Remove the old ones." He ordered. The small man nodded, understanding the command. Gaara could only watch thru blood shot eyes as new steel cuffs were clamped and tightened around his wrists. The man tinkered with the police issued ones until they opened and fell to the floor loudly. He weaved a chain into the cuffs and pulled. This brought Gaara's arms closer to his body, not allowing him to move. Not that he could; he was still weak and was drifting in and out of consciousness. The man handed the chain to Baki and walked off quickly back into the shadows.
"Are you ready for your present, my new pet?" Baki squat in front of his prisoner. Gaara could not protest, tho his body screamed every obscenity and vile thing that came to mind. Baki flitted his fingers across Gaara's flushed face. The boy was beautiful in this near death state. Baki took Gaara's new chains and clipped them to a loop in the wall. He tugged on them to make sure they were secure. Satisfied he swaggered over to the small man and muttered another order. The man stumbled closer to the fiery pit and withdrew a long poker.
"You are beautiful, Gaara. Remember that." Baki wrapped his arms around the barely alive boy. He gripped Gaara's head and held it still. Gaara blinked, trying to make sense of why the strange man with the glowing stick was getting closer to him. "Be still. I love you, Gaara. Now be good…"Baki held Gaara's head tighter. The man pressed the branding iron to Gaara's head.
Gaara screamed in agony. His skin sizzled and popped, pain blossoming like nothing he'd ever felt before. The smell of burning flesh filled the air and sickened him. As he screamed he vomited, choking at the same time. He heaved again and again and could not stop his shrieks. "Be good. That mark means I love you. Remember that. You are mine." Those were the last words Gaara remembered before he passed out from the agony.
Gaara opened his eyes only to see black ones staring back at him. "Are you okay?" Sai asked, stunned. He had knelt down beside Gaara. Had held his hand as he watched his prize convulse. Kiba had been sent to retrieve the medic and hadn't returned yet.
Gaara blinked, brushing the memory off him while adorning a new scowl. "I'm fine," he growled.
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Wow what a LONG filler chapter. Yes, this is the longest chapter for any of my fanfics and its filler. Go figure. I blame Maury Povich and his distracting show. Fun fact- while Gaara was being branded I was listening to Hot Air Balloon by Owl City (strawburry17's version). Song so doesn't match the mood. Well, see you next Sunday, I suppose.