Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Jinchuuriki Flower ❯ Be Careful What You Wish ( Chapter 5 )

(A/N: Warning! Contains rape, not suitable for young children).

 

 

Chapter Five

Matsuri: Be Careful What You Wish

 

 

She wasn't sure how she was going to do it, but Matsuri always got what she wanted when it came to the Kazekage. Ever since she heard of his return, nothing and no one could have known that her heart skipped a beat, or that her body went rigid hot, or that she loved him. From the very moment she set eyes on him in the training grounds, she'd fallen for him. He was everything she could have ever wanted, not that training to become strong wasn't one of them, but he sure topped the cake. Tonight, on this very moon, all she could prey was that he'd take her to a place no other man has taken her before, and hope the outcome would ensure her safety in his life towards the end of their days.

 

When she came to a halt before his door, all she could do was smile, "Gaara-sama." She said knocking gently.

 

"Come in." Was the reply she was given, a cold one, but something.

 

Entering, she bit her lower lip and started walking toward his dark figure by the window. She'd made sure to dress up especially for tonight, wearing a dark red kimono; knowing red was his favourite colour. And as he stated once to her before, 'she looked lovely with her hair down', so as to appetize, she left it out, where it stopped just above her shoulders, and blew with the cool air in his office.

 

"What do you want Matsuri?." Gaara asked when the girl he'd taught to wield her very first weapon didn't speak.

 

Matsuri shivered, "Umm...i need some help Gaara-sama." She said in the cutest voice she could muster.

 

Gaara turned with a curious glance, "What is it?."

 

Under his cold eyes, Matsuri didn't know whether or not to be pleased that he was looking at her, or afraid because of what he might do to her if he found out what she really had planned.

 

"I-i...Gaara-sama..." She paused, lowered her gaze to the ground, then tried once again, "...I-i want to..."

 

'First Hinata and now her.' He thought growing annoyed.

 

Knowing she wasn't going to complete her sentence, Matsuri threw caution to the wind, and decided to let her body do everything. Either out of pure need or instinct, she didn't know, but she moved, closing the gap between them within seconds. When she saw Gaara's eyes widen, she pressed herself against him more firmly, hoping that when he came through from the shock, that he'd take the hint and do to her what she could only dream. It was amazing to see him and feel him up this close; it was like she was in a Genjutsu that someone had casted over her. His scent was intoxicating, like sand and death all in one, his build was hard, taut, and tense against her fragile body. Who knew she would've been the first girl to accomplish such a thing without getting killed.

 

"I've wanted you for a along time Gaara-sama..." She purred, knowing it sounded sexy enough to make any man want her, "...I've dreamt of it, and tonight I'm finally going to do something about it."

 

She stood on her tip-toes, closing her eyes as she did, and planted a shy kiss on his rather chaste lips, "Please take me Gaara-sama." She whispered with her eyes still closed.

 

Gaara didn't know what to do, or how to react. This was his student for crying out loud. The girl he grew protective of during his years as a genin. Now, he was reduced to having to feel anything but anger because of what she was doing. Being the older and much more mature of the two, Gaara reached for her wrists gently, and pushed her away from him.

 

"Stop this." He said, holding her at bay alittle longer so she'd get the point. But she didn't.

 

"Please Gaara-sama, take me, i don't want anyone else..." She said rather childishly, "...you're the one for me, i know it."

 

'Persistent little runt.' Shukaku offered with a hiss.

 

'Mind your business.' Gaara sneered in return, "I said stop this Matsuri." He said in a cold voice.

 

Matsuri blinked back her surprise. She hadn't expected this type of response from him, not from her Gaara. If he didn't come to terms with what she wanted, then she'd simply make him. Sighing like a sad little puppy, Matsuri removed her hands from his grasp and fell to the floor in a heap.

 

To cover the smile on her face, she lowered her head, "I-im not good enough, is that it? Are you going to treat me ill like the rest of them? Why won't anyone ever listen to me? Why can't they ever give me what i want?." She cried, letting out a sea of fake tears. "Was i not mean't for happiness?." She whispered sadly.

 

Gaara was beyond furious now. He bent down to the girl's height, lifted her chin up roughly, then slapped her hard across the face. One thing this girl should've learnt when she was under his name was that no one could outsmart Sabaku no Gaara. Before her head connected to the floor, Gaara made sure to grab her again and throw her against the wall. With his sand there to steady her without mercy of crushing her bones, he growled, and slowly approached the girl like a man ready to pounce. Stopping just a short breath away from her, Gaara grabbed her chin again, and without a care slapped her again.

 

"You dare try to trick me Matsuri?." He snapped, eyes blazing furiously.

 

Matsuri could barely see through her blurry eyes, "N-no Gaara-sama." She whimpered.

 

Gaara slapped her once more, "Explain why you're here, if your answer doesn't satisfy me then I'll kill you, understood?."

 

Now her tears were real, they were so real she could feel her heart going crazy with fear. Her body felt numb and her cheek stung from the violent impact of his hand. Another one of those and she was sure her blood would stain his already tainted hands.

 

"I-i want you..." She simply said, daring to look into his eyes which weren't his at all, "...and I'd do anything to have you."

 

'Persistent.' Shukaku strangely purred.

 

'And mine for the taking.' Gaara replied as he slammed his lips ruthlessly against hers.

 

Matsuri gasped and struggled to keep up with the fierceness of his kiss. His hands automatically came up to squeeze, touch, stroke, but not with love Matsuri learned quickly, he was merely giving her what she wanted. His lips moved from hers, breathy and angry. He spread kisses along her jaw-bone, her neck, under her earlobe, and all these sensations together had Matsuri mewling like a cat in heaven. Gaara, on the other hand did not find anything spontaneous about her, all that mattered to him was that she was sacrificing herself to him, and he would take what she was willing to lose, because he was always one to break what he had.

 

"G-gaara-kun." She said hoping 'kun' would make him alittle less rough.

 

"Silence." He hissed, ordering his sand to crush her some.

 

Matsuri squealed painfully and quivered when she felt his cold hands rip her entire kimono off with a single pull. His gaze was the most terrifying, it sent alarms to her head, telling her that what he was about to give her was anything but love. And now she knew what she had gotten herself into. Gaara clawed at her right breast, while lapping the other greedily, and as he done this, not one ounce of him felt pity for the girl writhing in pain beneath him.

 

(A/N: I've always liked that saying: Be careful what you wish for...it's so true).

 

"Gaara-sama, please stop, it hurts..." She whined, "...please, release me."

 

Gaara paused from his ministrations and growled when a set of familiar white eyes flashed before him, "Release me." He remembered Hinata saying.

 

'Continue boy, this girl needs to be taught a lesson.' Shukaku growled.

 

Gaara smirked and resumed his onslaught. Her nipples were starting to bore him, but the screams he was receiving from her; were priceless. Slowly and reluctantly, he let his hand travel lower, between the small patch of hair that hid the girl's womanhood. It almost startled him to hear her go so stiff and quiet. When he raised his head to look at her, their eyes met, and it was there that he saw the fear in her eyes escalate.

 

"You asked for this didn't you?." He snapped, "Why stop now? We've gotten this far."

 

"I-i change m-my mind Gaara-sama." She whispered frightfully.

 

Gaara glared at her, "Is that so? Then I'm going to have to change that thought."

 

Matsuri's eyes widened when she felt his hand smooth out the hair between her legs, before he started rubbing a more sensitive part of her body. Throwing her head back, she moaned loud at the sensation she was receiving. Gaara's excited face fell from hearing this, and with uncaring vigour started working his lazy finger around her nub, while his middle finger shot into her moist valley, setting off more moans from Matsuri then was expected. When he got to the point of actual boredom with just listening and watching Matsuri shuffle with pleasure, Gaara removed the finger rubbing on her hardened nub, and with no restraint, brought his mouth down onto the girl's womanhood. This action made the girl scream like she was in pain, shocking Gaara instantly when she suddenly came in his mouth.

 

"G-gaara-sama." She murmured under heavy-lidded eyes.

 

'Foolish girl, let me out of this hell hole so i can finish her.' Shukaku ordered. 'LET ME OUT!.'

 

Gaara barely ignored Shukaku's desperate pleas, and to distract himself he slowly began to untie his robes. All the fussing with Shukaku was making Gaara tire, but that didn't mean he'd let Matsuri go without getting something in return for his work. He was only at the stage of getting hard, and with his member hard and ready, he was going to rip his young student to pieces.

 

"(Suna bunshin no jutsu - Sand Clone Technique)." He summoned, bringing fourth a replica of himself that was made out of sand, "Hold her." He ordered it immediately.

 

The sand replica nodded its head and wrapped its arms around her, holding Matsuri completely immobile as she tried to struggle free. Gaara smiled at her, a cruel and twisted one that sent shivers down the young girl's spine. She didn't have time to think up another plea, for something rock hard and painful entered her small womanhood. A scream tried to break its way free from her mouth, but Gaara's sand replica covered her lips with the palm of its hand. Gaara grunted when he broke past her barrier, then he concealed a groan when she tightened around him. He looked into her eyes, seeing his reflection in them as she cried her misery.

 

"You should be happy...." He growled thrusting in and out of her hard, "...many pathetic girls like you would be happy to get this from me."

 

She couldn't reply even if she tried, the pain was too much, and when Gaara had his fill of her, he released her. Matsuri collapsed to the floor, bleeding from the thighs down that clenched under her painfully. She didn't so much as look at Gaara, no, she instead crawled away to his door, taking with her what dignity she had left, and was gone in a flash. As for Gaara, he was standing at his window once again, fully clothed and silent, just like he had been when she'd come to him. The blood on his floor was erotic, hell, it had almost given him a hard-on just thinking about it. No worries, he'd get Temari to clean it up in the morning, so for now, he was going to continue thinking of his lily, the lily who knew what he was like, inside and out. His lily.

 

'Hinata.' He thought somewhat ashamed, 'I don't deserve you or anyone in the matter, i am but a monster, could you ever love a real monster?.'

 

*~*Meanwhile in Konoha*~*

 

"Are you listening Hinata?." Her father Hiashi snapped as he watched his daughter's attention turn to look out the window.

 

'I'm almost sure i heard Gaara just now.' She thought frowning. "Sorry father, please, continue." She replied trying not to look so worried. 'What have you done now, Gaara?.'

 

 

(A/N: The End. You wouldn't guess how many slaps on the head i got for writing this. I sort of got the idea from this gross movie i was watching. Next chapter I'll bring the two of them together again, and this time it'll be longer. Naruto and Sakura will be coming up too, that and some more fellow Jinchuuriki's).