Unstable Love
Chapter 2: Unrelated Family
The insomniac jinchūhriki looked down at Konoha from his perch on Kikyo Castle. It was so peaceful here, the temperature was more stable than Suna's was. The sun shined down on the energetic city as people bustled about doing their business. Just then a gentle breeze ruffled his blood red hair as an odd shiver ran down his spine. He didn't like this wind in the slightest. It had a stale scent to it.
'What's wrong, kit?' A deep voice in his subconscious asked.
'I don't like this wind, Shu-sama,' he answered. 'What do you think it means?'
Gaara of the Desert often talked with the Bijuu that resided in his body. Shukaku was the only one he felt that he could trust; many betrayals had led him to this decision. Shukaku was more of a father to him than his biological father, which was kinda sad when one thought about it. Suddenly the tanuki spirit froze.
'Shu-sama, what's wrong?'
He felt the being within him shudder. 'He's here. I can sense his loathsome energy close by.'
'Who damnit!?'
'The lord of Bijuus... Kitsune no Kyuubi.'
That piqued Gaara's interest. Lord of Bijuus, huh? Suddenly he had the urge to meet this Kitsune no Kyuubi. How much did they have in common?
'Where is he? You wanna check it out?'
'I'm too curious to not check it out. This way.'
A fading puff of smoke was all that was left of Gaara's presence as he left to follow Shukaku's lead.
Slowly he opened his eyes and yawned, stretching out his stiff legs. How long had he been out? Rolling onto his back he looked up at the dark ceiling. Life was so boring. Was there nothing that could entertain him? He sighed and turned onto his side. He really hated the existence that lived in him, it made his life hell.
"Kela," he growled at the existence.
There was no answer. He hadn't expected one. The being never seemed to want to talk to him. Never seemed to want to give him an explanation of why he was in him.
"MANKOI NAA LLE SINOME?!" He yelled in anger, hoping to rile the creature within him.
Still no answer.
His keen hearing heard something click and suddenly he screamed in pain as light flooded the room, blinding him. Quickly he closed his light-sensitive eyes and curled into a ball as he felt hands grab him. Whatever they were going to do to him now he could not stop, they had weakened him. That's when he felt the being in him stir. Desperately he struggled, but could do nothing against the people in white, they were too strong and they had taken his sight.
They were talking in that strange language again. He wished he knew what they were saying; wished he knew what they were thinking. It was dangerous to be here but he had no choice. He didn't know how to escape.
He felt himself being placed in an object and tied down tightly. Why so tightly? It wasn't like he was going to be able to get away; he was weak and was wearing a strait jacket! He couldn't do anything against them! It was then that he felt something being placed on his head.
NO!
They were going to that to him again. A deep shiver ran through his body as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. A deep growl entered his head; now the creature would show signs of life. Anger and fear tore through him as the voices talked on, not caring about his well-being. Another click and all thought flew out the window.
Blood filled his mouth as his ear-splitting screams tore his throat raw, choking him. Tears flowed down his cheeks as his body violently shook from an unnatural force.
Pain was unbearable. He could do nothing about it. Why?!
Suddenly he found he couldn't breathe; he choked, trying to clear his airway so he could get oxygen to his lungs. But it proved to not work. Slowly but surely his vision grayed, was this it? Was he going to die?
Then as quickly as the pain had come it stopped, but it was too late; he'd already welcomed the darkness.
Gaara looked at the lady with a hard stare as she stared back disbelievingly.
"The man you're asking for, whose name you don't know, is your brother and you wish for him to be discharged. Right?" She asked.
He nodded. "Yes. I only found out about him a few days ago. I wasn't given a name, but was told he resided here."
The nurse just stared at him and turned to leave. "You will tell me his name and help me get him discharged."
Gaara felt pleasure as the growl scared the nurse into looking at him with wide black eyes. Fear was clear on her face. He still had it.
"Right away, sir. His name is Uzumaki Naruto. Please follow me."
Shukaku chuckled in his head at the manipulation.
'What?' He asked the demon innocently.
Or rather, as innocently as he was able to be after all those years of almost being assassinated by his father.
'I say nothing. But you are evil.'
'Just helping my own kind is all.'
The red head followed the brunette down a hall and into an elevator up to the second floor. Down another hall and they entered a dark room. Immediately the nurse flipped the switch and the light came on with a low buzz.
"Over here, sir. It's quite dangerous to be in the same room as him unless he's sedated."
He walked over to what was apparently a one-way window and looked into the pitch-black room beyond. It was so dark beyond that it took a second for his eyes to see the room properly. It was so bland; white walls, white floor, white ceiling. The entire room was padded too. This shocked him. Was the other jinchūriki unstable?
That's when he saw him. Long, dirty blond hair hid his eyes and he was curled up in a far corner as if to protect himself, but resigned to the fate that he had no protection.
'Is that really him, Shu-sama?'
'Yeah, I can feel Kyuubi's presence in that room. This is who we're looking for.'
Gaara growled deeply and the nurse trembled.
"Where are the papers that I sign so he can be released?" He asked her.
"Hold on a moment, sir. I'll go get them."
She hurried off, leaving him there alone to watch the poor guy just sit there. It was as if he had no life to him. It was saddening to watch. Soon the nurse came back followed by a doctor. The evil side of Gaara grinned sinisterly. Oh, they were going to try to stop him from getting what he wanted, huh? Wrong idea.
"What seems to be the problem here?" The doctor asked.
"All I want is to take my brother home, is that a crime?"
"I'm sorry, sir. But we cannot give in to your request. You see, patient number thirteen has no family."
No family; patient number 13? Is that what they called him, as if he wasn't a living person? The sadistic devil within him reached the surface and he grinned, revealing sharp canines.
"He's my long lost brother. You will show me the papers that I must sign to get him out of here. Now," he snarled.
The doctor shuddered. "Yes, sir. Right away. Here they are."
The nurse handed him the clipboard with the papers and he signed on every line that the doctor told him to. When he finished he gave the papers back to the nurse and walked out of the room; the doctor in front of him hurrying to unlock the door and let him in.
Swiftly he strode over to the blond and realized that he was unconscious. Pushing away the anger he gently picked up his comrade and disappeared in a swirl of sand. They were going home.
Kela-go away
Mankoi naa lle sinome-why are you here?