Keiko's POV

I woke up cold, very cold. I couldn't stop myself from shivering. I rolled over in a sitting position cradling my body trying to stay as warm as possible. I eased one foot onto the ice cold floor and slowly stood up but when I did my joints and bones cracked painfully because I had fallen asleep in a weird position at the end of the bed. But I felt strange something was different.

I glanced around the room still shivering and realized I must have awoken early in morning since the first hints of light were streaming through the window. Maybe that's why I felt strange because I am not normally awake at this hour of the day. However, I still felt off and continued to look around the room before my eyes landed on the mirror on the dresser.

I looked strange and I realized the whole time I could see. Immediately, I covered my eyes with my hands and after standing there for what felt like an eternity, I peeked between my fingers looking at myself in the mirror.

I looked different now from what I used to look like in the past. I appeared delicate, soft, and fragile but I was none of those things. Maybe I was now but I never used to be. I walked closer to the mirror until one of my fingers was touching my reflection in the glass. I looked at the creature in the mirror which was me but not me, I had become this for her.

'Is this what friends do?' I thought and was instantly rewarded with pain in between my eyes, forgetting the thought I just had. A headache was blossoming because I was trying to recall a memory I had lost when I changed. I pulled my hand away from the mirror and cradled my aching head, and when I looked back up I found myself staring at mismatched eyes, one light green and one dark blue.

They were the only things that did not change, I don't think they would ever change. My memory was foggy as to why I covered my eyes in the first place, I just couldn't remember. I just knew I never used to hide my eyes or be like the creature I saw in the mirror.

'When did I change and why did I change? I think it was for her' I thought and once again I was rewarded with a sharp pain in between my eyes. I closed my eyes the pain making it difficult to think and see straight. An uncontrollable rage filling me as I fought to remember and with my other hand I threw everything off the dresser and then smashed the mirror.

Still cradling my head with one hand, I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the broken mirror. A memory from the past freeing itself.

'Look at its hideous eyes it's a monster' a man yelled.

'Kill it' another man yelled.

'Hurry before it escapes' a bunch of men are screaming now.

I'm running, I'm scared, alone, and lost. Why do they want to hurt me, why are they calling me a monster? I never hurt anyone so why do they want to hurt me? I'm tired I want to rest; I don't want to die.

The trees whipped past me as I ran, the men's voices becoming distant the further I went into the dark forest my legs propelling me to go even faster. I turned my head to see if I could still see the light from their torches, but I couldn't see any. In the split second I turned my head to look behind me I slipped and fell, tumbling off a steep cliff.

I tried to dig into anything but it was too wet and slippery and I was going to fast now. Unable to stop myself from rolling down the cliff I hit rocks and trees on the way down which sliced and tore into my body. I reached the bottom of the cliff quickly and found myself submerged in fast moving water.

I tried to reach the surface but the rapid moving water pulled me under and began tossing me around like a ragdoll. I continued to be smashed against more things and finally the need for air became too great. The moment I breathed in, water flooded my lungs and I started to choke. Instinctually, my hands clawed at the water in a fit of rage but I became tired quickly, darkness swallowing my vision.

'Was this how I was going to die?' I thought but fate had other plans for me as a log smashed into me sending me back to the surface. I hit the surface and immediately started expelling the water from my lungs while kicking and flailing my limbs about.

The rest of my time in the raging water was a blur but I ended up on a sandy beach at some point. I was tired and wanted to close my eyes but I had to get away from the river, if I were to be pulled in again I would not resurface. I was shaking like a leaf but I crawled to the safety of the tree line, my body collapsing underneath a big oak tree. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and my last thought was 'if they find me I won't wake up again' but it didn't seem to matter, I didn't care anymore.

When the memory ended I was in the bedroom on the floor my back against the dresser, blood dripping from my hand most likely from smashing the mirror. I couldn't remember how I ended up on the floor but the memory was all too real. I stood up on wobbly feet, the flashback had drained me emotionally and physically. I knew I couldn't find any rest here; the only place I could was there even though my mind fought the idea.

Gaara entered his office surprised by what he saw, on the couch was Keiko sprawled out sleeping. He could feel Shukaku waking up from its slumber when he mentioned Keiko name in his mind and he should have ignored her presence like he did so many times before because something about her drew the tanuki to the surface. However, some unworldly force was compelling him and his eyes continued to travel down her body. He noticed she wore a black long sleeved shirt, his shirt and hearing his comment about her wearing his shirt pleased the rage monster for some reason. His eyes traveled even further but he stopped where the shirt ended, she had no pants on just his shirt. He wanted to look but he hesitated.

This seemed to egg Shukaku on, he goaded Gaara to look where the shirt began to bunch up on Keiko waist. When Gaara refused Shukaku, the tenuki started wrestling with him for control. It wasn't the first time the Shukaku fought him for control concerning Keiko, back in the arena when she fought and her blood was spilled the tenuki clawed at the surface in a rage desperate to kill the one responsible for harming her. There were also several other times the tenuki surfaced in Keiko's presence and he had to do everything in his power to silence the sand demon.

'Why fight me boy, I know you crave the same thing as I. Right now you want to look as well.' Gaara refused to reply, he wanted to look but he refused to listen to the perverted demon. 'she's ours, made just for us boy' the demon rumbled from the depths of Gaara's mind growing more and more agitated with his host's refusal.

'Ours?' Gaara questioned the tenuki. 'Yes, ours' the demon hissed.

He beginning to lose the battle with the sand demon unable to find a good enough reason not to look. His eyes were slowly drifting back to where the shirt bunch up on her waist. When his eyes drifted lower, Shukaku immediately honed in on her backside making lewd comments which Gaara pushed away. Although, he didn't generally make it a habit to look at other females he didn't need Shukaku to inform him how nice, round, and pert her arse was compared to other females.

'She could use to gain a couple of pounds, feels better when you fuck' the tenuki crackled. Gaara wanted to face palm himself. He kicked the coffee table in agitation sending an array of stuff to roll off it all the while the tenuki was still crackling in the recesses of his mind.

The noise alarmed Keiko causing her to sit straight up, nails digging into the couch her eyes wild. Her eyes searched for danger before settling on Gaara, he stared into her eyes. It was not the Keiko he knew but something more feral and animalistic was staring at him. He kept staring as her as the wildness slowly receded from her eyes and her breathing went back to normal. The Shukaku like Gaara was entranced by her eyes.

"Gaara?" she asked unsure what was happening snapping them both out of their trance like state.

Although, she asked him a question he didn't hear it due to the tenuki's pestering. 'Look, look, look, look, her hand' Shukaku urged him. He was no longer fighting for control and Gaara's eyes refocused on her hand. He stared at it, her right hand wasn't like that last night. The hand was bandaged and it was done rather sloppily.

"What happened to your hand" he asked.

"Fell" she said her eyes narrowing at his interrogation.

'She lying' the demon growled.

"You're lying" he said his voice becoming raspy.

"Not" she growled back. Shukaku was displeased and so was Gaara with her continued lying, 'Punish her boy' he growled.

Kieko watched as cyan blue eyes flickered ominously to gold and black and decided she was in some sort of danger. She tried to flee but it was too late Gaara was on top of her pinning her to the couch. Her back was against his chest, her uninjured arm bent painfully back in his grip while her free hand gripped the arm of the couch.

She was struggling trying to throw him off but he firmly pinned her to the couch ending any possibility of escape she had. "Why are you lying to me" he growled in her ear, he wasn't sure if it was Shukaku or him anymore. When she didn't answer him he dug his nails or actually what were now claws into the wrist he held puncturing the skin. His other hand captured her injured hand.

He brought the injured hand to his face and tugged the loose bandages off. He noted the wounds covering her hand were not caused from a fall liked she said so she really was lying to them like Shukaku said. "Answer me" he growled out again but yet again he wasn't sure if it was him talking or Shukaku but still she refused to answer him. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against her ribcage like a frightened animal, her breaths heavy and erratic.

However, her continued silence irritated him, maybe Shukaku, or perhaps both of them Gaara wasn't really sure at this point. He flipped their position's so now they were both sitting up, she was on his lap her back still firmly pressed against his chest. Again Gaara wasn't sure who was in control now him or the sand demon. He brought his face to the junction of her neck closing his eyes and breathed in, her scent was intoxicating. It was a mixture of smells; he could smell the desert after a rain storm on her skin but he could also smell underlying smell of death and blood mixed in.

He opened his eyes and placed his chin on her neck and look at her sliced and cut up hand. He could tell the wounds was fresh, the blood was still oozing from the cuts. "Well" he hissed while he brought the injured hand back up to his face. Again she refused to answer him and tried to wrestle her injured hand away but he quickly squashed her rebellion by pulling on her other hand which was still bent awkwardly behind her back.

It pleased them when she became still although, oddly enough both he and Shukaku liked when she rebelled against them. Seeing the injured hand just in front of his face with blood dripping from it gave him an idea which Shukaku insisted he acted upon. Again in this daze like state he could not find a good enough reason not to listen to the sand demon.

Keiko flinched when she felt something wet and rough lap her wounded hand. From her peripheral vision she saw his tongue flick out greedily lapping up the blood from her hand. It felt weird on her skin, it was rough and bumpy much like a cat's tongue and when it came in contact with her skin it hurt. She flinched again when the tongue swiped across her hand once more not only lapping up the blood but scrapping the skin off with it.

She was completely shocked; her mind was unable to grasp what was happening to her. She had to get away and was about to struggle again until his eyes which were previously focused on her hand glanced up at her locking contact with her own. She froze when his eyes captured hers and she watch as a cruel smile spread across his face.

He slowly took one of her fingers, of course the one with the most cuts and scrapes and put it in his mouth but not before nipping the tip of it with his teeth which earned him a small whimper. He paused for a second before he decided he liked the noise she just made. He wanted to hear more so he rolled his tongue around the finger playfully and he would occasionally nip her finger trying to earn another sound from her.

He had forgotten about his original objective, he just wanted to hear more of the same noises issuing from her mouth, the noises he caused. He also liked how she fought to hold the noises in and he wondered how long it would take for her to give in.

She couldn't hold it in anymore "Ahhh" she moaned out loud. She was embarrassed a noise like that came from her and she bit into her lip when she felt a similar noise tickling her throat wanting release. He was making her feel weird and she didn't like this feeling, it was strange and unfamiliar. "Okay, Okay" she pleaded the sensation was returning in waves and she was having trouble holding back more of the odd noises she just made.

"I waszz annngrry so so angry I broke the mirrroor and the glass shhhhatereed and hurt myyy hand. I'mmm so so sorry" she whimpered and pleaded before she bit into her lip again.

He gave a final suck and slowly pulled her finger from his mouth his tongue trailed along the underside of her finger as he did. She shuddered and gave a slight moan as her finger left the heat of his mouth.

"See, how easy that was" he whispered in the junction of her neck, he let go of the hand behind her back but still kept a firm grip on her injured hand. Although, he let go of one of her hands she didn't make a move to escape.

She sat there on his lap unmoving still somewhat in shock over the event that just took place. She was still in a daze and watched as a first aid kit floated through the air transported by his sand. When it reached them it clicked open and with his free hand he grabbed fresh bandages from it and quickly went to work wrapping her hand up. She sat patiently on his lap while he did it.

"You are not allowed to wander around without someone with you which means Temari, Kankuro, or myself must be with you." He spoke, his voice was now somewhat normal she noticed. Still traumatized, his words had yet to fully sink in her head but it probably wouldn't change anything though.

There was a brief knock at the door before it swung open and in walked Kankuro. It looked like he had something important to say but his face changed drastically when he spied both Keiko and Gaara on the couch.

"Umm, I hope I'm not interrupting anything" he said unsure what he was looking at.

"I'm just wrapping the wound on her hand." Gaara stated, pushing her off his lap and onto the couch beside him. He was annoyed he had to leave the warmth of body but Kankuro was here. He got up and walked over to his desk, sitting in the chair behind it. Kankuro looked to Kieko then to Gaara trying to figure out what had happened before he walked in but Gaara interrupted his train of thought

"Yes?" Gaara asked.

Kankuro began talking about the Chunin exam but he had a hard time listening to what his brother had to say. The tenuki was being rather difficult ignore at the moment. To indicate he was listening he would nod his head every time Kankuro paused.

'Imagine her boy, her voice strained from screaming your name, her eyes half lidded in pleasure, her nails digging into your arms when you have her bent over…...' He immediately silenced the sand demon. He disliked how much Shukaku liked her and especially hated that he himself didn't find what the tenuki suggested a few seconds ago repulsive. He also didn't find the moment they shared earlier disgusting like he should have.

He could feel her staring at him, probably confused at what had perspired moments ago. After a while her body sagged until she flopped back down on the couch closing her eyes, he figured she didn't understand what had happened and gave up trying to figure it out. He really didn't know what had happened either.

After Kankuro left one of her eyes peeled opened and she stared at him waiting for him to do something. He smirked and gave her something to think about, "Don't disobey me next time otherwise you'll find yourself in a similar situation. Although, we like it when you're disobedient. I doubt you'll listen to me without some needed ramifications on my part." He stated, he knew he was right she would never obey him which pleased him for some reason. He also knew she heard and understood him when she made an angry sound affect with her mouth and rolled over so her back was now facing him which meant her uncovered ass too.

In the dark corners of his mind he felt Shukaku appreciating the view she given them but he had to agree with the rage monster on one thing, they both disliked it when she was hurt. Resuming his normally routine he felt oddly contented even though he was behind schedule. While working he would steal glances at Keiko watching the raise and fall of chest and realized something new. He liked being close to her, it soothed him like Shukaku. However, he still had to listen to the demon's complaints about how he failed to get them any further action for the rest of the day.