Chapter three! This is a good one, trust me. Here you get to actually find out what happened to our dear Isakso-chan.
You also get to see some, hopefully not to ooc, bonding between her and our fave raccoon kid.
BTW: i dont know if i clarified this well enough but Gaara and Isakso are both 16. I changed his age based solely on the fact that you can't exactly have an awesome in depth romance between 13 year olds.
Chapter Three
She, remembered, she had defiantly been attacked, by several men. They had been from Suna, not enemy ninja looking for information. Just some disgusting drunks who got angry when she rejected them.
Isakso was walking home from work. She worked at a small dango shop in the middle of town. Business had been slow ever since the news of the Kazekage's death. Which was expected, people didn't want to go out and have fun and spend money when tragedy had just struck their village. There was also the constant threat of attack from enemy villages making people more wary of traveling far from their homes.
Civilians had been assigned a curfew due to recent events and it was being imposed in about a half hour. She'd have to hustle if she was going to make it back to her small apartment on the shadier side of town. That unfortunately, meant cutting through the bar district which she normally avoided.
She shuffled her feet, reluctant to go through there. The men coming out of the bars always cat called her in the most crude ways, it was quite annoying and made her very uncomfortable.
"Well gotta go either way" she thought dismally.
As Isakso made her way past the first couple bars she gained more confidence. There seemed to not be many people here tonight, probably due to the curfew in a few minutes. Her relief and confidence was short lived however when four guys stumbled out of the bar, obviously wasted.
"Ara, Ara! There were no girls here tonight! How boring" one exclaimed.
"Ha, they were all avoiding your ugly mug!" another retorted causing the other two to howl with laughter while the man who had been insulted glowered.
Somehow one of them spotted her, surprising since she was trying so hard to blend into the background as she made her way past them. But, seeing as she was the only other person on the street it was to much to hope for.
"Damn if only I was a ninja!" she cursed internally.
"Hey baby, where you going? Home? Wanna take us with ya?"One man slurred drunkenly as he made is way over to her, the others trailing behind enthusiastically.
Isakso continued on her way giving no sign that she had heard him, while internally chanting, Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking. Like a kind of mantra.
They caught up to her, surrounding her like predators while keeping pace with her. They kept propositioning her, getting louder and cruder as she continued to try and ignore them. What she had always figured was, if you ignore them long enough they get bored and leave.
Suddenly one of the men grabbed her wrist and yanked her into his body. "You should come back to my place, we can play doctor." he laughed.
Isakso cringed away as his breath wafted across her face, nearly gagging at the smell.
"No thank you. I have to get home, my family is waiting for me," she lied. Of course there was no one waiting for her, but hopefully if these men thought that there was they would be less inclined to bother her.
"Aw you're a big girl, they should let you stay out later," he said trying to wind his arm around her waist.
Isakso stepped back abruptly, feeling fear rise in her throat.
"I have to go, sorry." she turned trying to leave but found the path blocked by two of the men.
"You ain't goin anywhere sweetheart."
She hesitated slightly before pushing her way past the drunks. She set a brisk pace away from them, hoping that they wouldn't try and follow her. Luck was not with her. She could hear them stumbling after her.
"God, they're going to follow me home!" she panicked, imagining all the horrible things that could happen. There was no one around, the streets were deserted. Curfew must have already gone into effect.
As soon as she could, Isakso turned a corner and ran.
Gaara looked over at the girl in the bed next to his. It was night time and most of the hospital staff had gone home. He thought back to the conversation between the girl and the member from interrogation.
Although uneducated in the area, Gaara could put together what had happened. It hadn't been enemy ninja, but people from their own village. After realizing what had happened to the young woman, he wondered why he even felt the need to change when everyone in this village was obviously trash. It was disgusting, worse than murder. The young psychopath had never expressed any interest in that area, only lusting after screams and blood. But something told him that he would never stoop that low. People who did that didn't deserve to exist.
He didn't know why he was getting so angry about something that happened to a girl he didn't even know. Why he would feel incredible urges to murder the people responsible for her pain. From what he could see she was just a weak civilian, couldn't take care of herself.
"Weak" the shukaku whispered in his mind.
He should just kill her himself, to validate his existence, that he was stronger and deserved to live.
Gaara looked over at the girl again, she was awake. She was awake and looking at him.
"I remember who you are." she stated bluntly.
For a moment Gaara was confused. She claimed to remember who he was but still showed now fear, just like before, when she had no idea he was a monster.
"Then you should be afraid." Gaara stated, to set her on the right path. His dangerous eyes narrowed at her. He knew she was just like the rest of the villagers. She was probably just hiding her fear to get something to manipulate.
It wasn't that she was no longer afraid of him; Isakso just couldn't imagine anyone being scarier than the men who had hurt her. She knew that this boy in the bed next to her was the sand village's Subaku no Gaara, the rumored weapon, the murder that carelessly killed anyone who got in his way. As a child she had been told to stay away from him and like an obedient seven year old, she had listened.
The thought that he might kill he crossed her mind briefly. That scared her truthfully, but not as much as what happened. She had never heard of Gaara doing anything of the sort to anyone so her fear was lessened.
"My fear of what you could do to me, pales in comparison to what's already been done." she replied scrunching the eyes closed at the memory. She felt dirty talking about it, but he already knew, he had been in the room during her conversation with the official.
"I'm Isakso by the way" she introduced herself with a big smile to get her mind away from the horrible thoughts.
He felt like he was going to go blind, no one smiled at him like that. They scowled or grimaced in fear. This girl obviously didn't understand just who he was. Before he could even think of showing her just what he could do to her, or how scared she should be, the door to their shared room opened.
A male medic walked in closing and locking the door behind him. He was a good looking man in his mid-thirties and looked very professional and official. As soon as the door closed Gaara noticed the girl in the bed stiffened.
"Ah, Isakso-san, I was just coming to see how you're adjusting. I wasn't expecting you to be awake." His voice made her want to vomit, she knew that voice. It was sickening sweet and sugary, even the way he used her first name sounded dangerously false.
"You should come back to my place, we can play doctor." She shrank back into the bed as she remembered the voice, and all the other terrible things he had whispered to her during the assault.
The doctor approached the bed, and grabbed her wrist to feel her pulse. It was heightened. He sighed, "And I was hoping you wouldn't remember." his smile turned into a mocking smirk.
Isakso tried to jerk her hand away, but the doctor tightened his grip and pulled her closer.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you now. I can't have you running around this hospital ruining my reputation, now can I?" he whispered in her ear while running his hand up her arm.
She jerked away violently and broke his grip, rolling off the side of the bed for the second time during her stay. She picked up the closest thing she could find and chucked it at him while retreating against the wall. The object, which happened to be the T.V., remote caught him in the side of the jaw.
The doctor recovered quickly and advanced on the terrified young woman. After a brief struggle he had her pinned face first against the wall with her arms twisted behind her back. She was trapped, he was so much stronger than her. This man was a doctor working the late shift, no one else was in the vicinity. There was no one to come save her.
Isakso's eye flickered over towards the other occupant in the room, he was just out of her field of vision but she knew he was there. She didn't know what he was doing. Gaara was a murderer, for all she knew he could be enjoying the violent show. But he was her only hope.
Before the doctor could act Isakso let the air explode out of her lungs at a volume that surprised even her. He flinched back not expecting such a loud sound to come out of such a small girl.
She used that to her advantage and got out of his grasp once again, making for the door. Just as her hadn't was about to touch the handle she was tackled from behind, smacking her head against the door in the process of going down. As she lay there stunned the doctor turned her over, straddled her small hips, and pinned her arms down with his knees. He used his hand to cover her mouth not making the same mistake again.
"You know, you're a damn pain in my ass." he huffed, slightly out of breath. "But not for long. I'm going to kill you. No one will be the wiser; after all you're sharing a room with that monster. What did they expect to happen?" He pulled a scalpel from a pocket in his coat. "Unfortunately there's no time to play with you first."
Isakso struggled fiercely but could not dislodge his weight from her body. The scalpel glinted slightly as it swept a gracefully arch towards her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see her end heading towards her, but kept struggling hoping to disrupt the path of the scalpel if she could jar him slightly.
The pain she had been expecting never came, but the rush of blood did. Isakso slowly opened her eyes in confusion only to have something warm drip into one of them. She pressed her now free hand to her eye and it came away red. That's when she looked up and realized that the rush of blood dripping onto her belonged to the doctor who was suspended by the neck with a tendril of sand.
She slowly traced the path of sand back to its owner who had climbed out of bed, and was standing stoically as if doing nothing more casual than taking a stroll.
"Ugh...you...you won't get away this," At the sound of the doctors voice Isakso leapt to her feet to scurry behind her unlikely savior.
Gaara glanced at the terrified girl behind him, the girl who clutched the back of his shirt like a lifeline. He had just saved her from definite death. Her pathetic struggles had accomplished nothing, and the blade had just about pierced her neck when Gaara released his sand like a whip towards the unsuspecting villain. He couldn't explain why he had saved the young girl; he only knew that he had become very angry at this man. It was the same feeling he had gotten earlier when hearing Isakso tell the interrogator about her experience. It wasn't the usual anger he felt towards all the villagers when they looked at him with fear or contempt, it was anger on behalf of the seemingly helpless girl who had shared a room with him for a few days.
It felt good to cause harm to this man. Almost too good, intoxicating, creating the feeling of not being in control. The blood dripped from the doctor's mouth into the sand which eagerly soaked it up, creating a need for more. Gaara took a deep breath to rein himself in. He hadn't killed anyone in a while, and the excitement was going to his head and making his resolve waver.
"It'll be murder, they will hunt you down." the doctor stated boldly trying to scare his way out of the situation. Gaara was surprised the man could even talk. He was coughing up blood due to the pressure of the sand. Perhaps he should tighten it a bit more. The many gurgled out a scream in response. It was like music to Gaara's ears.
"No...they won't. Gaara...Gaara-san came to my defense. He saved me and I'll tell that to everyone." Her voice surprised him. It surprised herself.
Gaara glanced back at Isakso once again, and she gave him a small grateful smile. She smiled at him, again. Even said she would take his side against the word of this man. He didn't understand.
He turned his attention back towards the male slowly drowning in his own blood. He wouldn't get a chance to claim that the monster had gone crazy or turned on him. With a quick twist of his wrist Gaara had the man fully encased in his sand.
"Sand Coffin!" With a clenching of his fist the man was dead and his sand was soaking up the sweet red nectar. He felt an almost euphoric feeling come over him, reminding him why he enjoyed killing so much in the first place. It also soothed his anger, that man would not be walking the streets of Suna again. Underneath those feelings though Gaara felt, not regret, but a different feeling that told him he shouldn't have done that.
Isakso watched with detached emotions as Gaara ruthlessly killed the man in front of her. She slowly sank to the floor that was being stained red with stray droplets of blood. He was dead. He couldn't hurt her. She was alive. She let her head fall into her hands and for the second time she cried in front of Subaku no Gaara.
Good lord that turned out so much more agnsty than i wanted. I hope you guys didn't feel like i went overboard with how she was attacked. I however felt like it was more realistic.
Anywho, review tell me your thoughts!