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Full Summary: In our modern day society, the abnormal and the unatural tend to be shunned and locked away from mortal eyes and used instead as bedtime stories that mothers tell to their children to frighten them. But, what if one of those whispered secrets were to emerge from the dark shadow of mystery, to hide in the perfect spot. Plain site.
Warnings: Teenage Drama. Bitchyness. Molestation.
Tear My Stiches.
Gaara glared.
He refused.
No matter what Shukaku did to him, he would not eat that thing, whatever the hell it was.
"Come on, Gaara. It's not going to kill you, and you havn't eaten in days!" Shukaku purred, pushing the substance under Gaara's nose.
"No." And that was it. Plain and simple. Gaara would not eat it.
Shukaku narrowed his eyes slightly and growled a low, feral growl.
"You will eat it, Gaara. Or else I'm going to have to make you."
Gaara was slightly startled by the animalistic tone in his captor's voice. And suddenly, he remembered something he had done a few months ago.
"No." Gaara said, pushing Shukaku's hands away from him. Gaara's torso was bare, and Shukaku had him cornered.
"Leave me alone, I'm not doing anything you tell me to, and you're not going to touch me!" Gaara shouted at him, trying to press himself into the wall.
"You willnot deny me what is rightfully mine." Shukaku growled, before reaching out and tugging the boy to the ground, where he then proceeded to straddle the younger, careful not to crush him.
Gaara shivered slightly at the memory. He had ended up with a couple large bruises from struggling, and Shukaku had gotten off on watching Gaara squirm under him half naked.
With delicate hands, Gaara reached out to grab the stuff, for lack of a better word as he most certainly would not classify it as edible.
Shukaku grinned. He loved it when Gaara started out defiant and ended up submissive. It filled him with lust.
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"You bitch! Get away from Sasuke!" Ino screeched from Sasuke's side as Sakura walked up and backhanded him.
"That's for the street whore comment, you son of a bitch!" Sakura shouted before walking away.
"Oh Naruto, your friend thinks she can just get away with anything she wants. Well, you're going to pay the price in our fight later." Sasuke said to no one in perticular.
"W-wow, Sakura. I-I can't b-believe y-you just did th-that!" Hinata said, her face filled with adoration as Sakura returned to the group.
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Sakura replied simply, "And he called me a street whore, so he got what he deserved."
"I-I wish I could b-be b-brave like, y-you." Hinata said softly, suddenly finding her feet very interesting.
Sakura gave her best friend a big hug.
"Hinata, you are brave! You're a detective remember! Only brave people can be detectives." Sakura reassured her.
Hinata blushed and looked up at her friend.
"Y-you really th-think so?" she asked timedly.
"I know so!" Sakura cried, giving her friend the biggest bear hug ever.
"C'mon you two, we've got art in a few minutes." Naruto said, grabbing his two friends by the wrists.
"R-right." Hinata stuttered.
"To class!" Sakura shouted dramaticaly.
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Kankurou doodled silently in the back of the class, finding the teacher's lecture unimportant.
He was in English class, which, like Sakura, he wasn't to fond of.
Why did he even have to take English? What was he speaking? Mandarin? German? French?
Sighing slightly when he realized what he had drawn, Kankurou turned his attention to the teacher.
On the corner of his paper was a drawing of his younger brother.
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"Close up shop early, I'm not turning back into a doll." Gaara said. His tone holding no room for argument.
"But Gaara, that's not up to you, remember?" Shukaku drawled out slowly, watching the redhead's reaction to each word.
A flinch.
That was it.
"but I suppose for you I could," Shukaku added, grinning, "On one condition."
"And what would that be?" the sixteen year old asked, knowing he wasn't going to like this.
"You have to entertain me." Shukaku replied, smirking sadisticly.
Gaara twitched.
Feverously.
"What do you mean by that?" he chose his words carefuly. You had to do that when dealing with Shukaku.
"Oh you'll see."
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Temari glared at the teacher.
She was currently in Math, and she had forgotten her homework. Again.
And the teacher was not to pleased.
This no ordinary teacher, either.
This teacher disliked Temari very much. And Temari disliked her even more.
"You forgot your homework again, Temari?" Anko wasn't happy, and you could tell from the tone in her voice.
"It would appear so." Temari replied, watching the teachers every facial expression. She had a knack for getting on the teacher's nerves.
Anko sighed, "Temari, really.This homework habit is discraceful. It's your responsibility to be a good role model, what with being the oldest of three. And with this kind of behaviour I wouldn't be surprised if you're youngest brother was retarded."
Temari snapped.
Jumping from her seat, she glared the most venom-filled glare ever.
"Take.That.Back." she ground out, pointing an accusing finger at the teacher.
When Anko did nothing, Temari stormed from the classroom.
Anko would be fired.
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Deidara sighed.
"Girls, I know art is a bang, but try to keep the paint on the canvas, not each other." Deidara was the art teacher at Konoha High.
Sakura and Ino stopped their paint throwing escapade momentarily before comencing fire once again.
Naruto rolled his eyes and grinned, those two hated each other with a passion. And art class was the perfect time to take out some of that hatred as Deidara was the most easy-going teacher in the school.
Naruto turned his attention back to his painting, he wasn't great at art, but he was better than most people. CoughSakuracough.
The canvas was painted a mixture of navy blues and grays. In the middle were two teal eyes ringed in black staring back at him. The eyes were crying tears of blood and Naruto had painted the background to look like spirits floating around the eyes.
Suddenly the realization hit him.
Those eyes.
Gaara Sabaku.
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Temari stormed into the principle's office. Ignoring Shizune's cry of protest the whole way.
"Principle Tsunade!" Temari said. Her cheeks were flushed with anger.
Tsunade sighed, "Yes Temari, what is it this time?"
"I demand you fire that sorry excuse for a math teacher." Temari replied, sitting in one of the two chairs in the room, besides Tsunade's.
"What happened?" Tsunade asked. Temari often got in little fights with Anko, but this was the first time she had come to the office. Anko usually just embarresed her or gave her extra homework.
"She insulted me and my family." Temari nearly growled.
"What?!" Tsunade was slightly shocked. This was below even Anko.
"She was going on about my bad homework habits and how it must reflect on my family," Temari said, pausing for breath, " She said with my role modeling skills and bad homework management she wouldn't be surprised if my yougest brother was retarded."
Tsunade's eyes flashed with anger.
Gaara had been one of her favorite students.
On days that he wasn't hungry at lunch he would often come visit her.
Tsunade was quite fond of all three of the Sabaku children.
"Shizune, get Anko in my office. Now."
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"You're insane." Gaara said, crossing his arms.
"That's not very nice, Gaara." Shukaku replied, glaring at the boy. He had to much clothing on for his liking.
"I'm not going to sit around in my boxers with a fricken boner!" Gaara said. Twitching slightly.
When Shukaku had said that Gaara was to entertain him, he had requested that Gaara strip to his boxers and let him touch him until he was hard. Shukaku was a damn kinky bastard.
"Yes you will." Shukaku purred, grabbing the boy with little to no effort and plopping down onto the couch.
Gaara struggled in his iron grip, but it was useless.
"Alright, I changed my mind! You can change me back into a doll! Just, don't!" Gaara shouted as his captor began pulling his shirt over his head for him.
"I was going to do this to you anyways, Gaara." Shukaku grinned and licked his lips. Gaara's shirt had been removed and thrown carelessly onto the floor, leaving the boy shivering with his arms crossed over his chest.
Reaching for the hem of the boy's pants, a pale hand stopped him.
"Come on, Gaara. Games are fun. Let's play a game." Shukaku leaned forward to nip at a sensitive area on Gaara's neck, causing the boy to loosen his grip on his captor's hand.
In a flash, his pants were off and on the floor, leaving a very nearly naked Gaara.
Gaara blushed crimson and glared at Shukaku, who, then reached a hand out to stroke the younger's manhood. Recieveing a gasp in return.
"See Gaara? Games are fun." Shukaku said, rubbing his thumb along the boy's clothed shaft.
"Stop it!" Gaara tried desperetly to push the hand away, which caused it to instead grip onto his cock.
"It's alright, Gaara. I'm not going to hurt you." Shukaku purred, sqeauzing lightly.
"No! Stop it! I don't want this! I hate you!" Gaara shouted, shaking. He was on the vurge of tears. This monster was going to strip him of everything he had eventually.
With his free hand, Shukaku pushed Gaara forward slightly, so the boy was resting his head on his shoulder.
"You don't hate me, Gaara. And even if you did, it wouldn't matter, because I love you." Shukaku spoke as he began to pump to hardening erection in his hand.
"See? Doesn't that feel nice?" Shukaku whispered, continuing his actions.
Gaara cried silently into Shukaku's shoulder. Focusing all of his will power into controling the orgasm that would attempt to overtake his body momentarily.
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Hinata giggled at her friend.
Sakura and Hinata had excused themselves form class, and there was good reason for that to.
Sakura was covered in paint.
In fact, she was coated with so much of the sticky substance, it was almost like a second skin. And Hinata couldn't help but giggle.
Pulling some paper towel from the dispencer, Hinata wetted it and began to help her friend rid herself of the horrible menace that was paint.
After about ten minutes, they were done, and Sakura walked into one of the stalls to change into a clean pair of clothes she had grabbed from her locker on the way down.
Stepping out a moment later, the two walked back to class.
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"Anko, I'm putting you on probation, as I can't fire you," Tsunade said, frowning, "No other math teachers are available."
Anko smirked and Temari frowned as she noticed it.
Anko bowed and left the office, grin still in place.
Temari fumed silently.
That bitch would pay.
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"Such a shame our game had to be cut short," Shukaku grinned, "But I have some very important things that need to be taken care of, no matter how much I wish they didn't. But don't worry, Gaara. We'll play again soon."
Shukaku left the house, locking it on his way out.
Gaara raised one shaking hand to wipe his cheeks, which were quite damp.
Standing on shaking legs, Gaara began putting his pants back on, followed by his shirt. Although soon he regretted it, seeing as his cock was still hard and throbbing. But he decided it was better than cumming for the bastard.
Sighing, Gaara made his way up the stairs, towards the shower. A nice cold one would fix his problem.
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Authoress's Note!
Responses to Reviews:
LadyJadeBlaze: Oh! Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapters, and thanks for the review!
Vaishin: Oh, I will write more! You just try and stop me! You collect dolls and you're reading this story? Interesting. Veeeeery interesting. Don't turn into a doll!
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