Hinata woke up to the red glow of the sun hitting her closed eye lids. She slowly opened her eyes to the blinding light of the sun and she turned her head quickly to shake away the colored blotches the light gave her. She rolled over to her side and sighed; it was the beginning yet another bad day.
After a moment or so she became quite aware to how uncomfortable she was. Her feet hurt and she realized she fell asleep with her shoes on and fully dressed. She couldn't remember how or when she got home or even to her bed.
She rolled to the end of her bed and swung her feet off the edge then she slowly slipped each shoe off. She threw them out of the way toward the general vicinity of her closet and slowly stood up. She gingerly padded toward her bathroom, grimacing at the pain in her feet.
When her feet met the cold tile of the bathroom floor, she turned, closed, and then locked the door. She moved up to rug at front of the sink and mirror. As she took one look at her reflection and almost stopped breathing. There was dried blood all over her shirt and some on her face. Almost immediately the memory of the previous night rushed back to her like a ton of weights.
Gaara, he was covered in blood and kissed her! Hinata put her hand over her mouth and stiffened at just the memory of kissing him. She glanced back at the blood; it repulsed her. She quickly tugged the shirt off and gagged as she felt the dried blood stick to her skin and peal off.
She threw the shirt away from her and placed it in the waste bin; she would never wear it again. She quickly pulled off her bra, pants, and underwear and stepped into the dry shower.
She turned on the water and let the warmth encase her. She took the soap and scrubbed until her skin turned pink. She just wanted everything to go away, the blood, Gaara, the kiss.
She wanted Sasuke to come and be with her, she missed him.
She sighed as she turned the water off and nearly slipped on her way toward the door when she remembered something else about that night. "Now you are mine." What did that mean? Hinata stopped and gave herself a minute to breathe. She walked out of the shower into the freezing bathroom to dry herself off.
Gaara looked down at the whimpering Inuzuka who was breathing hard and obviously trying hard to fight back tears. The death of his mutt hit the dog boy hard. Gaara guffawed at the watering eyes of the fool; such emotion tied into a dog, how idiotic! Gaara crouched down so he was eye level with the boy, who was currently bound to the metal chair.
He chuckled again, a foul sound only matched by his sickening grin. "What's wrong Inuzuka? Did I hurt your feelings?" Hatred and mock sympathy dripped from his tongue.
"You're a fucking freak, fucker, damn you to hell!" The Inuzuka screamed his voice cracking from the tears leaking from his eyes. Gaara laughed, silly Inuzaka. "Well, I'll let that one slide, seeing as there is no point in holding a grudge against a dead man."
Gaara stood up and placed a hand in his pocket seeming looking for something. When he found the desired object he pulled his hand out of his pocket with a box of three inch nails in his palm. Gaara chuckled when Kiba began to struggle from his seat.
It's not fair, Kiba thought frantically. Hinata was the only girl I ever really liked and now I'm going to die for it! He looked for a flicker of humanity in the monster's eyes, the slightest sign of hesitation, and saw nothing.
Suddenly Gaara's left hand shot up and then slapped down, whacking his left cheek with a sound like a breaking stick of kindling. Heat flooded his skin; it was as if someone had turned a sunlamp on that side of his face.
More stinging tears begrudgingly leaked down the sides of Kiba's swollen eyes. Gaara picked up a hammer that was lying on the floor and gripped it. Gaara walked over to Kiba and leaned down eye level to him "Have anything to say?" Kiba glared at him and spit in his eye. Gaara smiled slowly as he wiped the spite from his face. Then Gaara suddenly had an epiphany.
Gaara let the smile rest of his face; this one might be the most fun yet. Gaara slowly, almost reverently, placed the hammer and put the nails on the floor. Gaara reached for the head brace and tightened the Inuazka's head restraints. Kiba closed his eyes in agony for a moment; the brace was too tight and his head felt like it was going to rupture. Gaara leaned down and picked up the hammer and nails. Kiba hastily closed his inflamed eyes.
Gaara leaned over the Inuzaka and placed the sharp nail tip on Kiba's closed left eye lid. Kiba whimpered and tried to move his face but the brace kept him in place. With one swift swing the nail and its entirety was lodged in Kiba's eye going straight through his pupil.
Crackling screams of absolute agony ripped through the room.
That's it; scream for me and no one else, Gaara grinned, warm crimson tears mixed with the Inuzaka's vitreous humorous fluid dripped down his busied cheek.
Next Gaara chose the slightly longer; six inch nails and set the tip of the nail at the beginning of Kiba's knee cap and smashed it all the way through. New screams ripped from the already torn and sore throat of Inuzaka and Gaara continued hammering. He put down the hammer and once again marveled at the beauty oozing from the six nail wounds. Gaara cupped his hands under the blood flow and let it fill up before he slicked his hair with it.
Kiba watched the monster walk to the other side of the room and come back with something bottled like beer, Kiba couldn't tell, and something shiny and edged; a knife. Gaara set down the bottle but kept the knife. He walked over to Kiba with a barley concealed bounce in his step. He set the knife over Kiba's shoulder and stabbed there then dragged the weapon all the way down to his wrist.
Bloody streams of sweet crimson spurted out everywhere. Blood sprayed in endless jets, hot and sticky all over Gaara's whole body. Kiba's screams were endless and almost as gushy as the blood. Gaara licked the blood from his lips and the blood he smeared in his hair dripped down the sides of his head.
Gaara shoved the knife back into Kiba's shoulder and then back out again. Gaara repeated this until the knife hit bone. He then gripped Kiba's shoulder and pulled viciously until there was a loud crack and he ripped most of the arm from him. The blood-glistening twist of gristle that was still connecting it to the rest of Kiba's body made a squelchy sound, like a wet dishrag when you wring it out.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Were the only discernable words that came out of Kiba's mouth.
Kiba began to do a funny twitching fit. It made Gaara throw a fit of laughter. "Hey Kiba! Need a hand!" He threw it behind him. It landed against the wall with a wet smack that most people could have lived without. The monster stood back to really admire his work this time.
"It's amazing how such simple tools can bring so much pain, huh? I do hope your pleased Kiba." He took the knife and threw it over his shoulder. "What's next?" This time he picked up the bottle and matches. Gaara smiled and unscrewed the cap. He took a swig of the dry alcohol and spit out over the Inuzaka's bare feet, and then he struck a match and dropped it.
Kiba's feet instantly caught fire. Gaara had to hold his sides to keep from falling over in his joy.
"Wow you're really on fire!" Gaara's laughter raised like the agony filled screams of Kiba. When the fire started to spread, Gaara left the room for a moment and came back with a bucket of freezing water. He dumped it on Kiba's feet and put the fire out. Kiba continued to scream. His feet were burned to a point where you weren't even able to tell they were once part of the human body. The sickening smell of burned flesh heavily filled the room.
Kiba still screamed and then he began to seizure. Then he didn't move he just sat there probably unconscious.
For a moment Gaara just stood there, looking a Kiba, thoroughly bored. Then picked up the hammer and knocked Kiba across the face with it. When Gaara was sure Kiba was conscious he put the alcohol bottle into Kiba's mouth. Blood from Kiba's ruptured nose slid down his throat. Then alcohol filled his mouth, cold and strong.
"Swallow it!" Gaara shouted now more excited then ever. "Swallow it, you bitch!"
He swallowed. One mouthful, then two, then three. On the third his throat seemed to clench shut. He tried to breath and couldn't. His windpipe was blocked by a nightmare of bloody alcohol. Then he felt something ice cold cascade onto his lap. Afterward, he realized it was more alcohol.
I can't breathe! Why this happening to me? Kiba wondered and not for the first time.
With all that on his mind, it's no wonder Kiba didn't notice Gaara's pale fingers striking a match, or the maniacal grin he had on his face while doing so, the heavy smell of blood, his burned feet, or the pain in his face.
He continued concentrating on trying to breath, and he still did so, even after his lap was set on fire.