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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: Molestation. More Plot. Cussing.
Tear My Stiches.
Gaara groaned as he sat up in his bed, all the pain from the previous evening returning tenfold. Amazingly, he had actually managed to get some rest, that is, if you consider passing out from really violent sex sleeping. Slowly, he turned his head to check the digital clock on the bedside table beside him. The red letters read 1:47 p.m.
The young redhead noticed that there was a piece of paper beside his digital clock. He shifted slightly so that he could reach the note, but he soon regretted it as a wave of unforgiving pain washed over him. Biting his lip, Gaara picked the note up.
Gaara,
I've gone to another meeting with that Tsunade lady from the highschool that I'm going to be teaching at for a few days. Take some painkillers and soak in the tub for a while, that should help soothe the pain in your arse.
-Shukaku.
Gaara glared.
So the bastard rapes me and he doesn't even have the decency to leave some painkillers on the table or even apologize!
Pulling himself from the warmth of his bed, the teen quickly noticed that his sheets were stained heavily with his virgin blood. Grimacing, he sighed and stripped the bed, before tossing the sheets into the laundry hamper on his way to the kitchen.
Limping painfully over to the medicine cabinet, Gaara strained to reach the painkillers, which were inconviently placed near the back.
Hopping up, Gaara managed to reach the bottle, but the pain that resided in his bottom decided to spring up strongly, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the floor.
Stifling a scream, the redhead sat for a moment, watching almost curiously as red liquid seeped through the thin material of his boxers and onto the floor.
Rising to his feet, Gaara decided he'd clean it up later. Opening the small white bottle, he allowed four painkillers to fall into his hand before he popped each without water.
Deciding he'd better bring the bottle with him, Gaara made his way out of the kitchen and into the washroom, making sure to close and lock the door behind him. After setting the water to the right tempurature, Gaara turned it on, and in no time the bath was filled with hot water, the steam rising only to float aimlessly around the washroom.
Removing his now bloody boxers, the young redhead climbed into the tub, ignoring the sharp stinging that he recieved when the water made contact with his torn muscles. Leaning back, he sighed. The stinging was fading and the pain itself was almost gone, though he knew it would return once he left the water.
Relishing the soothing feeling the hot water provided, Gaara allowed his mind to wander.
Hmm, so Shukaku's out with a meeting about that doll making workshop at that highschool. What was that lady's name? Tsunami? Tsunadi?
Gaara's eyes widened considerably as he remembered.
Tsunade. Konoha High's principle. My principle.
This was the chance he had been waiting for. The chance to leave these detectives a clue.
The shocked look on Gaara's face was quickly replaced with a grin. Shukaku would definetly bring Gaara. After all, he was the man's best work, or so his captor claimed.
Smiling contently, Gaara sunk lower into the welcomed warth that seemed to envelope his body like a tight embrace.
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"Fuck. We're right back where we started." Sakura swore before clenching her teeth until they hurt.
Hinata said nothing and instead lowered her head, her dark blue, near black, hair covering part of her face.
"Well," Naruto deadpanned, "This sucks."
Sakura and Hinata both turned to look at him.
"N-Naruto." Hinata stated.
"Hm?" Naruto said, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully.
"You don't have study hall with us." Sakura finished.
"Oh! Right. Well," Naruto glanced around quickly, "This is awkard."
Sakura banged her head on the table from the complete and utter stupidity of her best friend while Hinata giggled.
"Uzumaki! Why are you here?" the teacher, Asuma, asked.
"Oh! Right! Iruka-sensei asked me to deliver this to you. So, um. Here you go?" Naruto said, producing a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
Asuma gave Naruto a strange look before nodding and making 'shooing' motions with his free hand.
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"What's up Tem?" Kiba asked, plopping down beside her.
Temari sighed, "It's just. I don't know. I got this really weird feeling last night and it won't go away."
Kiba looked interested, "Really? What do you mean by weird. Do you, do you think it has anything to do with Gaara?"
Temari nodded, "Yeah, I do. I'm not sure why though. And this feeling, it's like a ravage hunger eating away my insides. Something's not right, I'd bet my soul on it."
Kiba looked to be thinking.
"Well, whatever it is, Tem. We're behind you all the way." Kiba smiled at his friend before they both decided to get to work. Iw was study hall after all and they both had some tests and such coming up.
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Kankurou was currently sitting in history, completely bored.
Seriously.
He was sure that he would have traded his left arm to get out of the room. Unfortunetly for him, no one was very interested in his left arm, or in helping him out of the mind numbingly boring class.
Kankurou stared at the clock as the teacher droned on about something that had happened in the desert a long long time ago.
He really only caught a few things, something about a mysterious amulet and a man that could change people. Into what, Kankurou wasn't sure, he hadn't been listening.
Deciding it probably wasn't important, Kankurou returned to his clock watching.
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The door slammed closed, which only meant one thing.
Shukaku was home.
Gaara's heart rate increased shockingly as he heard the older man climb the stairs. When silence followed briefly, Gaara assumed that Shukaku was checking his room for him.
"Where are you Gaara?" Shukaku's smooth voice drifted through the thick wood of the door separating them.
"In the tub." Gaara replied shortly, listening carefully the whole time, hoping to somehow gather what the man would do next.
A dark chuckle was heard and Gaara shuddered slightly as memories of the night before returned so vividly, that for a moment Gaara thought it was happening again.
"Sorry about your bottom there, Gaara. Couldn't help myself though, you're just so..." Shukaku's voice drifted off as the sound of a lock being picked was heard, and suddenly, the door burst open.
"...innocent." the words were spoken in a tone barely above a whisper. As Shukaku walked over to tub, Gaara's heart rate increased not shockingly, but dramaticly. Fear sunk into as if he were some kind of sponge.
Shukaku walked over to the tub, and the closer he got, the more aware Gaara became of his nakedness. Pulling his legs to his chest, Gaara prayed to all the gods and goddess' that history would not repeat itself.
"Well, come here." Shukaku said, gestureing with his hands for the redhead to approach him.
"Why?" Gaara asked, shooting him a dirty glare.
Shukaku ignored the look, "So I can check how badly you're hurt."
"I don't want you to." Gaara replied, wrapping his pale arms around his legs as if they could somehow restore his tainted innocence.
"Did I ask you if you wanted to? You belong to me, Gaara. You'll do as I tell you." Shukaku's voice held no room for argument as he reached his arms into the hot water and picked the small redhead up bridal style.
Gaara began to wriggle and squirm in his captor's steel grip as he was carried out of the bathroom and into Shukaku's room.
Shukaku carefully put the boy onto his large, comfy bed before walking back to the bathroom and returning with a small tube in his hand.
"Spread your legs." Shukaku ordered, as he kneeled on the floor infront of the bed, which would make him shoulder level with Gaara's manhood if he complied to his captor's orders.
Swalloing the small lump that had formed at the back of Gaara's throat, he shook his head, fear present in his teal eyes.
Shukaku sighed, "I'm not going to rape you Gaara, just trust me."
At that Gaara snapped.
"Trust you!? You fricken kidnapped me for god's sake! Oh, and then there's that tiny little thing that happened yesturday, what was that again? Oh yeah, you did rape me!!" Gaara spat, before he kicked his foot at Shukaku, who simply caught it and sighed.
"Such a stubborn one you are." Shukaku said, still holding Gaara's foot in his hand.
"Let go." Gaara hissed, attempting to pull foot from his captor's grip, although it was in vain.
Shukaku did let go, but that was only so that he could grab the boy's knees instead.
"Hey! Stop, what are you doing?!" Gaara cried as Shukaku forced his knees apart.
"I already told you, I have to see how badly you're hurt." Shukaku replied, ignoring the boy's shouts and threats.
"Gaara, it'll be over sooner if you'd quite struggling," Shukaku said, making eye contact with him, "Or, if you don't stop, I'll have to tie your legs down."
Gaara's eye widened slightly before he quickly murmered, "Fine."
"Good," Shukaku responded, before taking the small bottle he had taken from the bathroom and squirting a bunch of the clear substance onto his finger. And, unknown to Gaara, who was lying down and couldn't see, Shukaku stuck his finger into Gaara's swollen, red entrance.
"What are you doing!? Stop it you bastard!! That hurts!" Gaara shouted as he attempted to scoot back on the bed, hoping to pull the finger out.
"This is special ointment that'll help heal your torn muscles." Shukaku answered, before pulling his finger out of Gaara's heat and squirting some more of the ointment onto his finger.
"I can do it myself! Stop it!" Gaara protested as the finger was once again shoved into his hole, only this time it went even deeper.
Shukaku ignored Gaara again as he pushed deeper, only stopping when the redhead produced a muffled scream. Shukaku pulled his finger out only to find it covered in blood. He sighed before licking the red liquid off, savoring the taste of the boy's sweet virgin blood.
The process continued like this for a few more minutes, until Shukaku decided that he had applied enough of the clear healing substance onto Gaara's torn muscles.
Rising from his postition on the floor, Shukaku saw Gaara's face. The young redhead had his eyes shut tightly and his whole body was shaking. The teen's legs were still spread, as if Gaara was to engulfed by the throbbing, now worse than before, pain to even realize it.
Licking his lips, Shukaku was very tempted to take the boy again, but then he remembered the pain Gaara had been in the night before, and with him bleeding again it would most likely leave permanent damage if he raped him again.
Ignoring the tightness of his pants, Shukaku picked up the shaking teen and carried him into his own room before placing him onto the bed and pulling the covers up as far as they would go.
Shukaku smiled as he left the room and closed the door, but the happiness was short lived as he realized that his cock was even harder than before, a result of carrying the naked teen.
Sighing, he walked into the washroom and drained the bathtub before turning the shower's cold water on.
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Naruto walked into the band room and picked up his blue WarWick RockBass electric bass guitar that he had gotten from Sakura and Hinata for his sixteenth birthday. Before that, he had some crappy one that he couldn't even remember the name of.
As Naruto tuned his guitar, he thought back to Gaara. They had been so close in finding him. Or atleast they had thought that they'd been so close.
Sighing, Naruto started to play the bass part for So Cold by Breaking Benjamin.
Once he had finished, the whole band was in the room and ready to go, finding his fingering, Naruto started to play the bass opening for the song they'd been learning.
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"Have mercy, my lord!" Sakura wailed from where she sat disoriented on the floor.
"Thou shall not see thy light of thy holy sun once more!" Kankurou shouted, drawing his sword.
Hinata stood before him, dressed in what young boys would wear in the sixteen hundreds.
"Ah, but thou has overlook one minor detail." Hinata words came out as clear and easy as a dove's beautiful song. The most amazing thing about Hinata had to be her acting ability. When she was onstage, her stuttering vanished, along with her timid nature. Born with a gift to change her voice, Hinata could play almost any role.
Kankurou shouted a surprised, "Ahhh!" as Kiba and Lee, Hinata's character's loyal friends jumped the king and proceeded to slash at him with plastic swords.
Hinata let out a throaty laugh, "It seems as though thou shall not be graced by thy sun's holy radience."
"And scene!" the drama teacher, Kureni called from the seats below the stage, "Wonderful! simply wonderful. Unfortunelty, that's all the rest of the time we have."
The students all congratulated each other on their superb acting skills as they gathered their stuff and headed towards the theatre door.
"Wow, Hinata. It never ceases to amaze me how gifted you are!" Sakura shouted as she hugged her best friend.
Hinata blushed, "W-well, I-I'm no-not that g-good."
"Are you kidding me?! You're like, the Leonardo DaVinci of acting!" Kankurou said as he caught up with the two.
"You w-were r-really good Kankurou. Y-you too S-Sakura." Hinata said, deciding to change the subject.
Kankurou and Temari were friends with the two girls, which was rather convient as Sakura and Hinata were trying to find their brother. Naruto didn't know the two Sabaku siblings personely yet, but the two young super slueths were sure they'd all be great friends, especialy when they found Gaara. Or rather, if they found Gaara.
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Gaara winced as another wave of white hot pain rippled up his spine.
Damn Shukaku.
It was all his fault.
Gaara glared at the white wall in front of him, as if it were the wall's fault. As if the wall had somehow convinced Shukaku to kidnapp the poor boy. As if the wall had insinuated the idead of raping Gaara into the bastard's mind.
"Gaara." Shukaku's voice snapped the redhead's silence in two like a twig.
"What?" he snapped as he continued to glare at the wall, it was better than even glancing at his captor.
"You know I have that doll making workshop in a few days," what Shukaku said came out as more of a statement than a question, "You know you're coming with me."
"I know." Gaara replied, turning to face him.
Shukaku nodded, "I've been thinking that maybe if you're good," he walked over and sat on Gaara's bed, " I'll change you back into yourself."
Gaara knew what he was talking about. Shukaku had meant that he might change Gaara back into his human form on his lunch break or something.
The perfect time to leave a clue.
Gaara nodded and smiled slightly. Grinning, Shukaku leaned down to capture the unsuspecting boy's lips in his own.
Licking Gaara's bottom lip, Shukaku silently begged for entrance, even though he had gotten used to forcing his tounge in himself when the redhead didn't comply.
And jsut like always, Gaara's lips stayed shut tight. Shukaku grinned into the kiss as he got an idea.
Snaking his hand under the covers and into Gaara's boxers, he slowly stroked the boy's length, which caused the redhead to gasp and jerk back.
Unfortuetly, Shukaku had forseen this, so before the kiss could be broken Shukaku placed his free hand onto the back of Gaara's neck. Breaking the kiss for air, Shukaku rammed his lips back onto Gaara's before the redhead could protest. With his other hand, Shukaku roughly rubbed the head of Gaara's cock, causing him to gasp again. Taking the oppurtunity, Shukaku's tounge passed throught the now open lips to explore the teen's mouth.
Gaara, still week from the earlier pain and the violent raping he recieved the night before, didn't have enough energy to stop Shukaku. His pushes and struggling didn't make a difference, unfortunetly.
Gaara clenched his toes as the strokes and rubs applied to his nether regions became rougher and more violent.
Shukaku smirked into the kiss as he felt the boy's balls convulse randomly as he applied more pressure to the rough treatment he was giving the redhead.
Gaara knew it. He didn't want to know it and he didn't want it to happen, but he knew it would if Shukaku kept this up, he wouldn't last much longer. He was too weak to control the orgasm that would follow soon enough. Gaara could feel his inner thighs and balls clenching and unclenching and he could feel Shukaku smirking as he applied more pressure to his hard cock's head.
Gaara knew he had reached his end. One more violent movement, Gaara was sure that'd he'd cum and it sickened him to no end. Sqeauzing his eyes shut, Gaara waited for the orgasm to shake his body, but instead, he felt nothing.
Shukaku had removed his hand and his mouth and was currently looking at the redhead with something in his eyes.
Lust.
Fear struck Gaara as his captor stood and began shedding his clothes. Soon, the room's floor was covered with his captor's attire and panic raced up and down Gaara's spine.
Shukaku's manhood stood erect proudly, precum drippling from the tip slowly.
Shukaku grinned as he approached the bed once again.
"Don't be so frightened, Gaara. As much as I'd love to encase myself in that delicious heat of your's, I can't. Your hurt to badly, it'd leave premanent damage and then I'd never be able to fuck you again. So instead," Shukaku said, as he stopped in front of Gaara's bed, cock bouncing slightly as he walked, "Instead I want you to do something for me."
Gaara felt like he was going to throw up.
Was he serious?
Chuckling darkly, Shukaku scooped Gaara up from the warmth of his bed and removed his boxers, tossing them onto the floor somewhere before placing Gaara on his feet.
"Get on your knees." Shukaku said, smirking.
Gaara looked away, "No."
Shukaku's grin faded away, "What did you say?"
"I said 'no'," Gaara replied, "I'm not going to suck you off, bastard."
Shukaku chuckled again, "Really now? You're not? That's funny because I thought you were."
"You thought wrong." Gaara spat, folding his arms. He didn't care anymore. Shukaku had already stripped him of his innocence, what could he do to him?
Shukaku growled, anger mixing with the lust in his eyes. He took a step closer to the redhead, who's back was to the wall. As he took another step forward, Gaara took one back. It continued like this until Gaara's back was to the wall, Shukaku meerly inches away from him.
"On your knees. Now." Shukaku growled. Gaara was slightly taken back by the demonic tone Shukaku's voice held.
When Gaara still hadn't complied to his orders, Shukaku grapped his neck and forced him down. Gaara, being the weaker, smaller and lighter one, couldn't fight back, ecspecially since the pain in his bottom was nearly overwhelming.
Gaara grimaced as he face was pushed forward. Shukaku's cock was pushing against his cheek, the precum now drippling onto his face slightly.
"Open your mouth, Gaara." Shukaku ordered, pushing the boy's face more. When Gaara didn't open his mouth, Shukaku reached down and plugged his nose.
After a moment, Gaara opened his mouth to capture some air in his lungs, and at that moment, Shukaku pushed Gaara's hot, wet mouth onto his swelled cock. Moaning at the pleasure he recieved, Shukaku looked down.
"Suck me." Shukaku said, digging his nails into the back of Gaara's neck as a warning.
Feeling the claw like nails tearing his skin and pushing his mouth onto Shukaku's erection, Gaara was forced to comply, lest he recive Shukaku's wrath. Gaara knew Shukaku would rape him again if he didn't. He had said it would leave permanent damage, but Shukaku had his sources. He'd be able to get something that would make Gaara fuckable again. They both knew it.
Disgusted at what he was doing, Gaara sucked lightly on the hard organ in his mouth as Shukaku moaned throatily.
"Harder." Shukaku demanded, digging his claws in further. Those would scar.
Tears sprange to his eyes as he sucked Shukaku's cock as hard as he could. He hated himself.
"Ohhh, oh god! More!" Shukaku moaned out as he thrust forward into the redhead's mouth, almost causing him to gag.
After a while, Shukaku reached his peak, and he moaned his release to the word as he came in Gaara's mouth.
Pulling his limp cock from the hot cavern that was Gaara's mouth, he smirked as he looked down at the naked redhead.
Gaara coughed and spat all of the salty white liquid from his mouth, more disgusted than ever.
Gaara decided that the gods and goddess' all hated him with a passion.
Well, that or they were all 'Let's-ruin-Gaara's-life-whores who got off on watching him suffer.
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Authoress's Note!
Ahhh!
I'm so truely sorry Koneko-chan! I wasn't planning on doing another rape scene! (Even though it's not rape. Just really bad molestation.) Please don't be mad!
-Goes and angsts in her emo corner of emo angsty-ness-
Anyways. I dropped another hint, find it?
Please review!