Author's note- Thanks for the support. Well, when I tried to paste the link the formating is being pasted correctly so the name of her story is His Doll. It's also under my favorite authors and favorites list.

Her story will have Keiko in it thus revealing information I haven't introduce yet to this story. They are basically Keiko's side stories so you don't need to read this story to enjoy this one. Again as mentioned in previous chapters her story is about Sasori/OC. It is rated M for sexual content.

Also, I started college today so my updates will depend on how much work I have.

So thanks again and hope to see you again soon.

Keiko's Pov

"You're going to help me change," he spoke his voice rough and dark completely different from when he spoke with the waitress. I stared at his chest complementing on what to do, I was certainly not going to help him change.

"I am not going to help you change. If you seek help ask the waitress she'll be more than happy." I spoke my voice angry and bitter. I was confused as to why I kept bringing up that waitress. I just disliked her, I hated her stupid blonde hair, big doe eyes, big boobs, and long legs. She wore too much makeup and her clothes were too tight as well. "Now unhand me."

"No, now help me change," he commanded his hand snaking around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip in warning if I were to refuse him again. I had very little choice and I brought my hands up to his collar to undo the first button. My hands were inches away from undoing the first button and I hesitated, remembering it was the same coat that covered me yesterday morning. And then I had to remember that terrible heat from that day too, the one he had caused. It was the worst time to remember especially when I sat on his lap unable to escape him like I did at the training grounds. There was also that time he forced me on his lap and he used his fingers...

He grew impatient and he dug his fingers further into my waist and with shaky hands I undid the first button all the while feeling my face heat up. At least he couldn't see my face but I was sure he could feel how frantic my heart was in my chest. I really didn't understand these feeling I got when I was near him it was a mix between hatred and something else but I couldn't place that other emotion. It was not love, I was certain of that because love from what I read and had witnessed was the purest affections for another. What I felt towards him was not love and what he felt towards me was definitely was not love, it was revenge he even said it himself yesterday.

I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and I started undoing the other buttons with haste wanting to quickly be off his lap and back in my seat looking out the window again. All I should think about is my goal and that was freedom and I would achieve that once I faked my death. I would be free of all these troublesome things I didn't understand.

"I'm curious as to why you keep bringing up the waitress?" he asked me his fingers easing up from their previous bruising hold.

"No reason really," I informed him trying to speak the way I did before I came to this forsaken land but it was hard to do because I had forgotten how I did it. I lacked something before I came here but what was I lacking?

"There must be a reason, tell me, Keiko," he ordered pronouncing my name slowly in my ear. I shuddered as his breath tickled my ear and neck.

"No...reason" I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? I was so confused.

"Tell me," he said in my ear again causing me to shudder again.

"I don't know okay," I snapped letting that bitter feeling override my rational being. I undid the last button of his red coat huffing from my outburst my face redder than it was before. I was beginning to hate myself more for being unable to control my emotions something I used to be so good at doing before. I never let myself be distraught to such a degree.

"Do not dare" he warned before shrugging his coat off. 'Do not dare what' I thought. Did he mean do not run? Even if I attempted to I wouldn't get very far and I wasn't in any position to knee or kick him there again to escape. How I wish I could control my chakra when I was near him because If I could he would not treat me like this. I still never discovered the reason why my chakra was unreachable when I was with him, perhaps my ex-clan gave him something to interfere with it.

"Good," he praised me which angered me but I completely forgot my anger after his next command, "remove my shirt". I didn't respond and he took my hands in his own making me lift his shirt off with him. When I lifted his shirt off I glanced up accidently meeting his eyes with my own, I quickly look down not liking the darkness I saw in his eyes, his eyes were dark like they were yesterday reflecting that same emotion I could not place yesterday. My eyes currently stared at his naked chest and feeling uncomfortable I tried to find something other than Gaara for my eyes to stare at. But I failed miserably when my eyes landed on the scar on his shoulder.

I looked at the scar unsure what I was seeing was indeed real since the stories I heard said he was protected by sand, impenetrable sand. I reached out to touch the scar fascinated, my fingers brushed it lightly tracing the outline of it. I felt him shiver under my touch causing me to pull back in fear that it had hurt him since my scars occasionally caused me to spasm in pain when they brushed against something or were touched. I also hated when others touched me because when others touched me it wasn't for anything but to deliver pain. The only exception was Gaara, his touch was nice but in the end, it was just revenge.

"Sorry," I mumbled looking down at my hands. I really didn't understand why it bothered me that I caused him pain and I also didn't understand why I apologized for causing him pain.

"What for?" he asked his breath shaky. It was obvious by the way he just spoke it hurt so why did he need to ask me?

"When I touched you it hurt didn't it?" I asked my eyes still focused on my hands, I played with my fingers nervously expecting him to hurt me for causing him pain.

"No... It felt good, continue," he spoke utterly confusing me. 'It felt good?' I thought but I wasn't allowed to ponder exactly what was happening because when I didn't continue he picked up my hand laying it on his scar, my eyes followed my hand confused by everything. I hesitantly looked up at face after he sighed with relief when my hand made contact with his skin again, his eyes closing in relaxation.

He confused me yet... I was curious about the scar on his shoulder and again my fingers went back to tracing it. And again I felt him shudder but I didn't stop because he had said he was not in pain. I was so intrigued by the old wound, dozens of questions floated around my head about the wound.

"What happened here?" I asked lifting up all my fingers except for one stopping in the center of the scar, poking it before trailing all my fingers downwards. I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.

"Chunin exams" he groaned his abdominal muscles contracting as if he was ticklish. A voice in the back of my head told me to stop but I didn't listen and continued to skim my fingers along and over his skin.

"Chunin exams" I mumbled still fascinated by how I was making his skin quiver by my touch, my attention no longer on his scar but his reaction to my touch. He must be ticklish I thought remembering the Hairball was ticklish too and took my other hand and ran my fingertips along his side. Before I could tickle him any further I heard footsteps nearing our compartment which snapped me out of my disgusting behavior.

'How could I?" I thought and pulled back immediately not wanting whoever was coming to see me like this with him. I was so mad now about how I had forgotten I currently sat on someone's lap that detested me as much as I did him, I also forgot I was angry he forced me onto his lap too, and then how could I forget he forced food in my mouth. I was forgetting and also remembering too much when he was concerned.

He grabbed me by waist digging his fingers back into my skin before jerking me back to him and roughly positioning me on his lap so I was straddling him. I struggled to get away, trying to push myself off him but to no avail. He pressed me down on his lap and I felt something hard...No, I panicked and that's when there was a slight knock on the door before it slid opened.

I turned and looked feeling myself freeze up, there stood the waitress from earlier with a cart with dirty dishes. Why didn't she wait for someone to tell her to come in?

"I'm so sorry" squeaked the waitress slamming the door shut to their compartment.

Gaara's eyes and attention had briefly strayed to the waitress before returning to Keiko who was stunned by being caught in such a compromising position. Keiko straddled his lap with both of her hands on his unclothed chest but he cared not if the waitress had seen them and was more focused on his current problem. He readjusted Keiko on his lap over his aching erection and a low frustrated groan escaped his throat. He wanted her and cared little about what she wanted at the moment especially after yesterday events at the training grounds. He didn't understand why she rejected him yesterday when she melted like putty every time he touched her. Kieko shock of being caught by the waitress wore off as she began squirming on his lap trying to get off of him.

"A little bit more to the right and harder," he said shuddering in pleasure. Keiko stopped her struggles at a loss on what to do, confused more than ever because never had she had been in a situation such as this one. Never had she had a mission like this and never had she felt emotions like she did now so she did not know what to do. All she had for information about situations such as these was that book she read and some details the hairball had given her.

Flashback

Keiko slept under the cherry tree, a soft breeze blew knocking loose flower petals from the tree. She watched as a single petal floated slowly down ultimately landing on her nose. She was so tired and didn't bother brushing the petal from her nose. All she ever wanted now was sleep and she closed her eyes but it was not long until a familiar touch woke her from her nap.

She opened her eyes, "Furball", she mumbled her vision still blurry from just waking.

"Are you okay, Keiko? Lately, all you been doing is sleeping," she asked her voice filled with worry while she picked the flower petal off of her nose and the others that had fallen while she slept.

"I'm fine" Keiko muttered and she stared at the woman in front of her. No longer was she the furball she knew but a namuh, it saddened her but she was still furball to her even if her appearance had changed. Well, not completely namuh but close enough, enough where she could be with that namuh man, Fuzen.

"If you say so, I'm just worried that I'm the cause of you being..." she said pausing at the end of the sentence.

"No, I'm just tired and right now hungry" Keiko lied. She would not worry her only friend with her condition.

"By any chance are you pregnant?" she asked Keiko causing her to wake up fully caused from her question.

"Course not," she sputtered causing her friend to laugh at her.

"Well, you been tired lately and now you are saying you are hungry," she said laughing amused by Keiko's reaction.

"As if," Keiko snorted through her nose.

"I thought you might have become interested due to my wicked stories and just a little bit I thought you might have frolicked with another. It is quite an experience, ~Keiko~," she laughed.

"Never," Keiko said rolling her eyes but then she detected the sound of a second heartbeat and lowered her eyes to her friend's stomach trying to forget how terrible she felt right now and how little time she had left with her friend. She wanted to know more and leaned forward and rested her head against her friend's stomach.

It was faint but Keiko heard the unborn baby's heartbeat, this namuh process always fascinated her. "Again" she whispered sadly because she would not be here when the baby would be born. She wondered if the child would look like the furball or that man.

"Really," the furball squealed in a shrill voice.

"Not so loud, it hurts my ears" Keiko groaned shaking her head. 'This hairball. How often do I need to tell her my ears are sensitive?' Keiko thought annoyed.

"I'm so happy, I'm going to be having another. I hope its a girl this time," she giggled holding her stomach. She looked at Keiko brimming with happiness. "Mhhh, I want you to name my child," she said. Her request threw Keiko off but a slight smile tugged at her lips at the same time, this creature was always surprising her.

"A lily or a rose" Keiko asked closing her eyes waiting for her friend's response. Her question derived from an old tale if the pregnant woman chose a lily it would be a boy and if she chose a rose it would be a girl.

Flashback Ends

"Let me go," Keiko panicked her eyes going from right to left frantically looking for something to get her out of this situation.

"No," Gaara simply stated before grinding her against him forcefully, he wanted to be in her but he wanted her begging first. He then looked at her in wonderment as he grinded her against him, she was beautiful, he especially liked her long, black cascading hair. During her struggle with him, it had moved away from her neck, revealing the hickey he had given her.

'So that's why she wore her hair down today, to cover it up.' he thought before leaning down to nuzzle her neck, tormented by his need his breaths were heavy and slow. He saw how much it had healed in a day and decided to give her a new one. His tongue swiped out licking the mark he had given her tracing it much like she did with her fingers with his scar. He could feel her breaths grow heavy too with each flick and lick of his tongue which only spurred him on.

He kept grinding her against him finding a rhythm, her fingers digging into his chest her nails cutting into his flesh causing him to bleed. Shukaku was also present liking the feeling of her nails scratching Gaara's chest craving her to do the same to his host's back. Gaara seemed to like the feeling as well and liked the idea of her marking him, the feeling of nails on his skin was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

'Push her down, boy' Shukaku demanded to Gaara becoming needy wanting the same thing as his host.

'Not yet, I want her begging for me to take her' Gaara said finding it difficult to form a coherent sentence for the sand demon.

Gaara lips locked onto her neck nipping her neck gently causing small moans to pass through her lips. He felt her relaxing in his hold but suddenly she renewed her struggles again, her mind fighting what her body desired and he bit down on her neck reminding her that there was no escape this time.

"Please," she whimpered when she felt his teeth sink into her sensitive flesh. He withdrew his teeth from her flesh when she stilled in his arms again.

"Please what?... Tell me I want to know so I can give it to you," he responded, back to kissing her neck softly in between sentences. His breath tickling her neck and the constant grinding causing her to shiver non-stop. She felt light-headed, every touch and whisper sparking a carnal desire within her that she was unfamiliar with.

"Please, let me go. I'm not copulating with you, not now and not ever" she yelled smacking one of her palms against his chest.

"Copulating?" he asked still kissing her neck, skimming his teeth against the spot he just bit seconds ago. She flinched from the feeling. "You mean sex?" he asked finding her ear and nibbling on the lobe.

'She spoke so strangely sometimes' Gaara thought still nibbling her ear but he liked how she talked.

"Just stop, will you? It hurts and if you want revenge just beat me," she snarled in his chest.

"Revenge? Beat you? " Gaara asked ignoring her request and continued to lay kisses upon her neck. "I don't understand". He was confused and her words about revenge confused him even more. He didn't understand why she thought what he was currently doing to her was revenge.

"I said it hurts" she growled annoyed how heated her body felt, how frustrated she felt from his revenge, and how he wasn't listening to her. She decided it wouldn't end unless she made it black and white and pressing her lips against his neck she sunk her teeth into his flesh.

He stilled after she sunk her teeth into his skin and she hesitantly withdrew her teeth and looked up at his face. His eyes looked into hers, and she knew she had made a mistake because his eyes were flickering from his usual pretty cyan color to that ominous black and gold like the last time she had displeased him. The moment she bit him, it was like a switch had been flipped in him, a switch she never wanted to flip in the first place. He brought one hand that was previously grinding her against his erection to her face, his thumb wiping away his blood from the corner of her lip before colliding his lips with her own.

It was rough and animalistic, he did not hesitate to use his teeth to gain access to her mouth when she tried to deny him. She could taste her own blood from her bleeding lip and his blood from when she bit him when they kissed. She felt powerless now as he dominated her, his lips consuming hers while his hand slid underneath her kimono. His tongue felt odd again, it had a rough and raspy quality to it like it did last time when Shukaku had surfaced but she did not find it unpleasant.

His hand was feeling and learning her underneath her kimono and was not in the less gentle because his dull nails were sharp claws now scratching her soft skin and drawing blood with every touch. His hand eventually found one of her breasts and began roughly groping it. Her moans were stifled in the kiss and she began subcombing to lust she was so unfamiliar with. His unoccupied hand found one of her hands grabbing it and leading it to his arousal. Resting it on his arousal his hand began unzipping the zipper to his pants with haste.

The train whistling brought Keiko back from her lust induced haze, it whistle was informing all onboard they had arrived at their destination. She found the strength to pull away from him but not completely causing him to fly with her into the table with their uneaten food on it. She took the chance to scramble away from him, stand, and wipe her mouth free of the blood before fleeing from their compartment. She slammed open and closed the door much like the waitress did.

Gaara laid on the ground seething along with broken plates, food, and silverware. Shukaku was annoyed with his host for a lost opportunity but was laughing at him for the position he was in.

'Should have just bent her over from the start, boy. You can't even take a cold shower to get rid of your problem' he crackled.

'Shut up' he growled at the tenuki.

'Sensitive, eh' the demon crackled again before Gaara forcefully shut him up in his cage.

Gaara quickly threw on his shirt and jacket before someone came rushing in due to the crashing noise. His shirt and coat were still wet but it was better than having others see his current problem. The door slammed open and Kankuro stood in the doorway out of breath.

"I heard a noise are you okay?" Kankuro asked looking at Gaara and then at the mess on the floor. "Where's Keiko?" He asked then he looked up at his brother, "And what happened to your neck, it looked like something bit you."

"It was nothing, tell them sorry for the mess" Gaara spoke walking past Kankuro.

Kankuro stood there confused as Gaara walked past him. Temari missing Gaara came up behind Kankuro.

"Glad we are finally here. Too bad that we couldn't all sit together and what was that noise just now?" she asked and then saw the mess in front of Kankuro. Before Kankuro could explain anything she spoke, "Did you do this?"

"No, why would you think that? Gaara.." Kankuro said becoming irritated Temari thought he was the cause.

"Don't you blame Gaara, Kankuro," she said starting to yell.

"Don't start with your harpy screech," fired Kankuro back at Temari.

Their bickering started to draw the attention of the train employees and other passengers. A waitress attempted to diffuse the situation but failed miserably and the fight wouldn't end until Temari noticed the crowd they had attracted. In embarrassment she ended up punching Kankuro's head forcing him to kneel in front of the waitress apologizing for the mess he made.

Meanwhile, Keiko was running down the train aisle towards the nearest exit while she kept rubbing her lips furiously as if to smite the whole memory of just now from her brain. Her whole mantra while she ran was 'that bastard'. Elsewhere but close by, a man known for being constantly late with lame excuses and also reading Icha Icha Paradise was wandering around with a group of noisy and excited Kohana ninjas.