Disclaimer: Keep on walking, because I don't own it.
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: Suspence. Stuff That isn't Good For Little Kids. Foul Language. Pretty Much The Norm.
Tear My Stiches.
'Lock the door lock the door lock the door!!' Gaara thought as he ran into his bedroom, Shukaku hot on his trail. Shaking hands fiddled with the doorknob before it finally clicked, indicating it was locked.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Gaara leaned against the door, pale hand gripping his chest, desperate to slow his pounding heart. Seafoam green eyes slid closed, focussing instead on his ragged breathing.
"You had better open this door, love." Shukaku said darkly from the other side of the thin piece of wood.
"Just let me go! I hate you! I've always hated you!" Gaara sobbed. Why did bad things always happen to good people?
A sudden 'thump' brought Gaara's attention to the door. Backing up, he stared at it, watching in terrified awe as the wood began to splinter, the frame shuddering. And then all at once, Shukaku crashed through, Gaara taking a few steps back in order to place as much distance between them.
"I want you to listen, Gaara. You are never getting out of here, not as long as I can help it." Shukaku replied, taking a long stride forward, followed by another, and another. Soon, there was less than a foot between the two, Gaara forced up against the wall.
"No," Gaara whispered, shaking his head back and forth, tears whipping from his cheeks. "No, it's not true!"
"Would I lie to you, Gaara?" Shukaku asked, taking Gaara's tear stained cheek in his hand.
"Yes!" Gaara shouted, fingernails digging into the wall.
Gaara's face suddenly stung, and he open his eyes to see the side of the room. "Wrong answer, love."
Slowly, he turned his head back to face his captor, pale hand reaching to touch his red cheek.
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"Question." Tayuya stated, munching on some chips. The whole gang was having a sleep over at Sakura's house. They had stayed up late decoding Gaara's message, and everyone decided that they were to lazy to go home.
"Hm?" Sakura asked, turning her attention to the orange haired girl.
"What are we going to do if Shukaku is there?" Tayuya asked. Everyone exchanged glances.
"Well." Sakura started, her eyes staring at the ceiling as if it held the answer.
"We'll rescue him anyways." Naruto finished for her.
Everyone nodded.
"I-I feel a-as if we already kn-know h-him." Hinata murmered, face downcast.
"I know. It's as if we've been great friends with him for a long time." Sakura added, hugging her purple haired best friend.
"When really," Naruto began. "We've never even seen him in person."
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"Alright, so you're saying this guy, This...what was it?" Kankurou was talking on the phone, getting some help for the re-test he was going to take the next day. He hadn't done that well on the test that day.
Shikamaru sighed on the other side of the phone. "Tanuki, Kankurou. The family name is Tanuki."
"Right right. So this Tanuki guy could like, turn people into dolls?"
"Yeah." Shikamaru replied.
"Alright. That's creepy. I remember reading this this morning, it must have flown right out of my head." Kankurou replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "Must of. So, I'll quiz you; What happened to his family?"
Kankurou thought for a moment. "They all died of, didn't they?"
"Right, now. What happened to the villagers when they tried to kill him?" Shikamaru asked.
"He turned them into dolls and burned them...I think." Kankurou mumbled.
"That's right. Now, last question. What was his family's name?"
Kankurou smirked. "That's an easy one. His family's name was Kitsune!"
"No you idiot! It was Tanuki! How hard is it to remember three sylibles? Ta-nu-ki!" Shikamaru shouted through the phone. He was tired and Kankurou had phoned him for help, which Shikamaru did not feel like giving.
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Gaara raced down the hall as fast as his legs could carry him, Shukaku tearing down it just as fast. Huffing from trying to outrun his captor, Gaara slid around the corner.
"Please Shukaku! I want to go home!" Gaara pleaded, chest moving up and down franticaly from running and fear.
"This is your home! Here with me!" Shukaku yelled, rounding the corner.
Gaara backed up, shaking his head as he found himself in the kitchen. "This isn't my home! This is my jail!"
Shukaku kept moving forward, causing Gaara to move back until he bumped into the stove.
"Tell me, Gaara; do you love me?" Shukaku asked. He was grinning, as if daring him to say 'no'.
"No! I hate you!" Gaara screamed, tears pouring from his seafoam eyes.
"Then I'll force you to love me." Shukaku ground out. Gaara shook his head, placing his hands on the stove. Shukaku shot his hands out to cover Gaara's, which moved a little bit, causing one to be forced down over a burner. A burner that had been left on. Crashing his lips together with the red head's, Gaara tried to scream as his right hand was forced to keep contact with the hot metal. Attempting to move his head to break the kiss, Gaara felt Shukaku's grip on his hand become stronger, the heat more intense.
After a moment, Shukaku broke the kiss and released the younger's hands. "Do you love me yet?" he demanded.
Gaara began to pale even more so than usual. It had finally dawned on him; Shukaku was going to keep hurting him until he told him that he loved him.
"No! You're a monster!" Gaara screamed, slapping him hard across the face. He didn't care anymore. Not about anything apart from those words. He refused to say them, they were all he had left to give.
Growling, Shukaku grabbed Gaara by the front of his shirt, dragging him towards his bedroom.
"No!" Gaara shouted, trying to break free of his captor's grasp.
"Oh yes. At this point I say you deserve to be ripped in two from the inside. I do what I do out of love, Gaara. Just don't expect any mercy." Shukaku replied before chuckling darkly. "And remember, you brought this upon yourself."
"Nooo! Fuck, let me go! Let me go you fucking bastard!" Gaara screamed, tears cascading down his face and off his chin. Kicking and clawing like an animal, Gaara was dragged into Shukaku's bedroom.
Throwing him roughly onto the bed, Shukaku locked the door. Turning around again, he pounced on the boy, ripping his clothes off as easily as if they were paper. Taking Gaara's clothes, Shukaku tied his arms and legs to the bedposts. Leaving Gaara naked, bound and terrified.
"Please," Gaara murmered, trying to hide his manhood from the pedophile. "Please, don't do this Shukaku."
Shukaku chuckled darkly as he removed his own clothes. "Say it."
"Never." Gaara spat, pulling helplessly at his binds.
"Fine then, have it your way." Shukaku said. "I'll have you screaming my name anyways, before and during the time that I fuck you like an animal."
Gaara's eyes widened and his struggling became more frantic. "No, please Shukaku, please don't." Gaara's sobbing became silent though tears still poured from his seafoam green eyes.
Shukaku ignored Gaara's pleas as he removed his boxers, smirking sadisticly. Squeezing his eyes shut, Gaara turned his head. Climbing onto his prey, Shukaku ran his hands up and down the boy's sides. "Open." He ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Gaara shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tighter.
Shukaku growled low in his throat. "Open your eyes, Gaara. You're only making this worse for yourself."
Gaara swallowed hard, slowly opening his eyes. Shukaku grinned, kissing his forehead gently. "Good boy. Now, I'm going to make you scream."
"I don't want this!" Gaara yelled, staring up at his captor with pleading eyes.
Once again ignoring the redhead, Shukaku ran a skilled finger along the boy's cock, smirking when the organ began to harden. Rubbing the pad of his thumb over the head, Shukaku chuckled as his prey shivered violently. Running a sharp nail along the vein that had popped out, Shukaku felt himself harden even more as Gaara squirmed and panted ightly, his face flushed. "So pretty." Shukaku muttered.
Shaking his head, Gaara clenched his fists. "Please, I don't want this. Stop! Please stop!"
Silencing Gaara with a bruising kiss, Shukaku moaned, loving the pure innocent taste that the boy possessed. Breaking the kiss and climbing off of him, Shukaku walked over to his dresser. After searching for a moment, Shukaku came back, straddling Gaara's petite waste once again. Pulling the item from behind his back, Gaara's eyes widened, shaking his head back and forth.
"Oh yes." Shukaku chuckled, pulling the ductape and breaking it with his teeth. Placing it firmly against Gaara's mouth, Shukaku smiled, looking pleased.
"Do you love me yet?"
Gaara's eyes leaked tears, the liquid sliding straight over the ductape. Shaking his head 'no', he watched in horrorfied awe as Shukaku's smile deteriated from his lips.
Without any warning, Shukaku plunged into the boy beneath him, smirking like a sadist as the boy produced muffled screams. Giving Gaara no time to adjust what so ever, Shukaku pulled out, only to stab viciously into him again, his smirk growing as the redhead leaked crimson, staining the sheets. Shukaku continued his ruthless pace, savoring the screams that he knew left his captive's throat painfully raw.
"Do you love me, Gaara? Do you?" Shukaku demanded, the squeaking of the bed combined with Gaara's noises of pain music to his ears.
Gaara violently shook his head, flakes of teal narrowing. Shuddering as he felt Shukaku release into him, Gaara began pulling again at his binds.
Grunting as he pulled his cock out of the redhead, Shukaku's eyes roamed openly across the body below him before narrowing dangerously. "Why do you refuse to love me!?!?!" Shukaku roared, grabbing Gaara by the shoulders and shaking him mercilessly. "Why?! Why?!"
Removing the ductape and cutting Gaara's binds, Shukaku took a deep breath, shaking his head. "It's alright, Gaara. I'll always love you, even if you can't say the same."
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Authoress's Note!
Sorry! Gaara got raped...Again. But he had to be violated, this chapter shows how really crazy Shukaku is!
I'm also sorry about the late update and short chapter. Next chapter will be the next day at school.
Also, I might do a few more requests, so feel free to ask. )
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-FullMoonAtMidnight.