Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune to Tanuki ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“Naruto-nii,” the blonde kunoichi sighed, “Give it a rest already. You know we’re not getting out of here unless Gaara wants us to.” Tsuin plopped back onto the bed, having finished the book she’d been given ages ago.
Her ‘brother’ was currently pacing back and forth, stopping every few feet to tap the wall, looking for a weakness or door. “I know that!” he growled, “He only does that when he wants you or to take me on a mission.” He grimaced, eyes flickering red and narrowed. ‘How dare he force my sister to sleep with him!’ he snarled inwardly.
Tsuin sat up, sensing what was going through his mind. “It’s not like I have any choice nii-chan. It’s either let him do what he wants or sit and watch him kill you.”
“I still don’t like it!” he whined, “I want ramen!! Hey out there!” he yelled at the wall, “Lemme outta here!!! I want my ramen!!!”
“Naruto-nii,” Tsuin said, sighing again. “We just ate.”
“Yeah, but they didn’t give us any ramen this time!!!” he pouted, “I can’t feel full unless I get some ramen in me!”
The blonde kunoichi shook her head. That was one of the few differences between her and her original. She never could understand his obsession with the noodle dish. Sure it was darned good, but there was soooo much more out there. Another difference was that she knew when to give up. She figured that the jutsu sealing them in was unbreakable a few hours after their initial imprisonment after doing exactly what her twin was now doing. The final and most undeniable difference between the twins was that Tsuin had an abundance of patience while Naruto on the other hand… well you know.
She had figured out weeks ago that escape had been futile. And her beloved ‘brother’ still hadn’t given up on looking for a way out. “I wish you’d really stop that Naruto-nii. You’re beginning to give me a headache.”
Naruto shot her an apologetic look, but still refused to stop his pacing. “Gaara you bastard!” bellowed the blond, “Open that damned door before I kick it down!!”
As if on cue there was a ripple of chakra and an outline of a door appeared on the otherwise adobe wall. There was a grinding sound as it swung open on hidden hinges to reveal the redheaded newly appointed Kazekage.
“About time!” Naruto snapped, glaring at him. “C’mon sis, we’re outta here!” He didn’t wait for her to follow. Instead he made a mad dash for the doorway only to slam face first into a wall of sand.
A hint of amusement glinted in the otherwise hard teal eyes. He never ceased to be amused at the former Leaf shinobi’s attempts at escape. He glanced approvingly at the other blonde who hadn’t gotten off the bed. At least one of them had some sense in them.
“Come,” he commanded, ignoring Naruto’s constant attempts to strike him. His sand could handle her twin.
Tsuin said nothing, just quietly obeyed and went toward her ‘mate.’ Inwardly she was plotting the Sand shinobi’s, very nasty, very painful, and very slow death. Gaara’s eyes flared with lust as he took in her lithe form. A small smile appeared on his lips as he noticed she had deigned to wear what he had given her the other night.
The blonde kunoichi was dressed like an ancient desert princess or genii. She had a blood red band that barely covered her still developing chest, gold coins hung along the top rim. A pair of matching harem style pants covered her lower half, barely. The legs themselves were made of a fine mesh like material that left nothing to the imagination. A gold silk sash hung loosely around her hips, held in place with a gold chain studded with the darkest of garnets. Another chain of gold coins hung on the opposite side. Gold and garnet studded wrist cuffs adorned her tiny wrists matched by a plain gold armband on the opposite arm that still held her Anbu spiral tattoo and gold ankle cuffs tucking the pants at the bottom. Several necklaces of gold and precious jewels hung around her slim neck and several gold and blood red ribbons were intertwined in her longish sun silk hair.
“You wear that well,” Gaara said, smirking at the blush he received. “As my mate should.” He pulled her forward crushing her against him and giving her one of his more dominant kisses. He snuck a glance at Naruto who was now just standing there bug-eyed and slack-jawed. He smirked, not breaking the kiss for an instant. He knew what was going to happen next.
“Get off my sister ya pervy tanuki!” he bellowed, crashing yet again into a wall of sand.
The Kazekage’s smirk broadened. He loved watching the blond shinobi fume, unable to do a thing as he asserted his possession of his ‘sister’. Tsuin’s crystal blue eyes rolled in Naruto’s direction, silently pleading with him to back off. The blond glared at Gaara, but went over to the other bed against the farther wall, grumbling all the way.
“It’d be best if you’d learned your place,” Gaara said emotionlessly. “Your sister has already accepted her fate.”
“Screw you!” spat Naruto, eyes blazing red and slitted now.
The redhead chuckled. “Tempting,” he said, teal eyes roaming over the boy’s form – this was his mate’s twin after all. “But I need only one mate.” With that he left the twins’ room, pulling Tsuin along with him.
Naruto, being Naruto, he growled and rushed the doorway again only to have the heavy stone door shut in his face and melt into the wall. “Damn you Gaara!!!” he screamed.
“I wish you wouldn’t tease him like that,” the blonde kunoichi said once they had reached Gaara’s private suite of rooms.
“He amuses me,” the tanuki jinchuuriki said, pushing her down onto his king sized bed, “That is the only reason he remains alive. That and your obedience.”
Tsuin glared at her ‘mate’, pushing against his chest as his hands began to roam over her torso. “Let Naruto-nii go,” she pleaded, “You have what you want. Besides I can’t go back to Konohagakure. I won’t.”
“You do not give orders,” he said icily, a deathly warning blazing in his teal eyes. “Your ‘Naruto-nii’ stays.”
“Please, Gaara,” she tried again, refusing to add the –sama he always insisted on. “He had a life back there. It may not have been the best, but at least he wasn’t alone.” She hoped that if she played upon their similar backgrounds he might give in. That was the sole reason for her continued obedience.
Once she learned that he had a demon sealed in him, like her beloved Naruto-nii, she secretly vowed to help him out of the darkness he’d buried himself in, just as the blond had for her, either that or kill him the first chance she got if he ever hurt her twin.
“Nice try, my mate,” he said pinning her hands above her head, “He stays. Only a jinchuuriki can accept another. He had no life in that village.”
“You’re wrong!” she yelled, kicking him in the stomach with both feet and sending him flying from her. “He had friends! His team was beginning to like him, accept him! You had no right to take him from that!”
Teal eyes hardened in anger as he rose to his feet. “It seems I was wrong,” he said dangerously, “You still need to learn your place, mate.” He was protecting them! Why wouldn’t she see that?! All he wanted was to save them from a life of further scorn and persecution.
“The hell I do!” she spat defiantly, though she was trembling from the sudden killer intent he was giving off.
Tsuin stared as he formed a few hand signs before murmuring “Playing Possum Jutsu.”
’Oh no!’ she thought. She knew that jutsu! She’d learned about that while going over the scientists’ research on jinchuuriki. Apparently, the demon sealed inside such a person would constantly vie for control of the body, causing the host to force him or herself to stay awake as long as possible. It was obvious that was what Gaara had been doing all his life – the black around his eyes was the mark of an incurable insomniac.
To use a jutsu to put himself to sleep meant only one thing – he was going to do the one thing he had sworn never to do the day he had first brought her to his bed – he was handing her over to the tanuki demon!
“Well, well, well,” the demon said, using Gaara’s voice, “He finally decided to share did he?” The now demon possessed Kazekage leered at her as if she were a five course meal plus dessert.
“Just try it demon!” she snarled, her more kitsune like features appearing.
“Now, that’s much better,” he purred, “I like a mate with a bit more fur. I shall enjoy this.”
Tsuin slashed at the advancing demon only to have her wrist snatched in Gaara’s larger one. Amusement shone in the redhead’s eyes. She stared as he brought her claws to his mouth and licked off the blood she had managed to spill.
“My ‘host’,” he spat the word with great hatred, “was right about you. You are feisty. It’s a very good thing I happen to like feisty. This is going to be a night to remember for a very, very long time,” he purred before knocking her face forward onto the bed.
Tsuin laid there, the wind having been knocked out of her. When she had recovered enough to start to push herself back up, it was already too late. Before she knew it, the tanuki was laying on top of her, crushing her with his weight. She growled and struggled when she felt him rip the flimsy pants off with claws of his own. Shukaku chuckled, enjoying himself immensely, feeling himself grow harder with each and every kick, slash and growl the blonde was giving him.
The demon didn’t bother to waste time with idle talk or foreplay. He wanted this vixen and he would have her. He tore at the pants covering the redhead’s lower half and proceeded to mount the girl. Tsuin howled in pain as she felt Shukaku begin to take her more roughly than Gaara ever had.



It had been hours before the tanuki demon had been forced back into the deepest recesses of Gaara’s mind. Tsuin moaned as she woke. Her entire body hurt like nobody’s business, no thanks to the hundreds of scratches, bruises and bites littering practically every inch of her skin. The demon had wanted to make sure she’d get good and pregnant and had only let her go once her scent had changed, indicating she was carrying his cub. Once he had told her that in Gaara’s sneering voice, the blonde had broken down and cried herself to sleep.
“Are you alright?” the redhead asked, having stirred at the girl’s movement and stifled sobs.
“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, when he reached to place a somewhat sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “Haven’t you done enough!!?” Her eyes were red and slitted, the kitsune ears flat against her head and the tail lashing about agitatedly.
“It was wrong. I should not have done it.” It had been a rather stressful day for the red haired Kazekage. Once again the council of Sunagakure had fought against him at every possible turn whenever he tried to run the village as he saw fit. Plus there had been a couple failed attempts at his life – obviously the council still wanted him dead. That combined with no sleep for almost a week and a half had put its toll on the Sand shinobi.
She growled and slashed his cheek with her claws, leaving several red lines behind her wake. “You think?!” she spat angrily, “You’ve got what you wanted! Now leave me alone!” Tears streamed down her cheeks again as she grabbed the sheet and ripped it before wrapping it around her still naked form; her clothes were nothing but scraps now.
“Tsuin,” he attempted. If it had been any other situation, she would have been happy to have him use her name, but not this time. She was too distraught by all that had happened only just a few hours before.
“I can get to the infirmary by myself,” she said coldly, practically freezing the air around them. “I hope you’re satisfied, Gaara-sama!” She then limped from the Kazekage’s rooms, not bothering to look at the redhead as he went to release the chakra lock for her.
There was a yell from the hall then a shout, “Yeesh! I was only trying to help!” Kankurou’s voice bellowed from the other side of the door. “Crazy kitsune, I just wanted to help,” he muttered under his breath, miffed at yet again at receiving more bruises from the blonde kunoichi.
Gaara sat back on his ruined bed, and for the first time since his uncle died, he cried.



“I just can’t believe Gaara would do that!” Temari said as she placed iodine disinfectant on the younger blonde’s wounds. Tsuin had burst into the infirmary just as the Sand blonde was leaving after checking up on the daily reports of Suna’s wounded. One look at the smaller kunoichi spoke volumes. She needn’t ask to know that her little brother had set the demon on her. “He loves you so.”
“Humph!” Tsuin spat venomously, wincing at the sting of the ointment, “He sure has a funny way of showing it!”
“You may not believe me,” Temari said sympathetically, “but he really does care. I’ve never seen him dote on anyone so much. Not since Uncle Yashamaru.”
“How can you call raping someone every damned night ‘doting’?!” she spat, growling.
“I meant the gifts,” the taller kunoichi said, grimly, “not to mention making sure you had every comfort available.”
“That doesn’t make up for what he does to me every night!”
“No it doesn’t. But he acts that way because he’s scared,” Temari said, finishing with the iodine.
“Scared?! Ha! That’s a good one!”
“He’s scared to love you, or to be more precise to let you know he does. When Gaara was a little kid, he grew up without the love of a single person. Not even our father cared for him, in fact he sent assassins after him almost every day. The only one who did care was our uncle, Yashamaru.” Suddenly curious at the sadness in her dark eyes, Tsuin looked at her, silently asking for what happened. “Like I said before, Gaara doted on him, always hanging around him every chance he got. But then came ‘that’ day. Uncle Yashamaru was ordered to kill him.” The younger blonde’s eyes widened in shock briefly before going back to angry, fiery red pools. “It broke him, Gaara that is. Before he tried to blow him up with him, Uncle Yashamaru told him that he never loved Gaara; that he was only trying since he was all that was left of our mother. His last words to Gaara were, ‘please die.’”
“Poor kid,” Tsuin found herself murmuring, remembering the same pain she had growing up. “You’re just making excuses for him!” she said again, hating herself for even feeling the slightest bit of pity for that monster.
Temari sighed, “Maybe so, but I’m trying to help you understand. Why Gaara’s the way his is.”
“I don’t want to understand!” she screamed, “I want nothing to do with him! I’d leave if I knew Naruto-nii was safe!” She then broke down and cried for the second time in twenty-four hours. Temari looked at the brokenhearted girl pityingly then wrapped her arms around Tsuin, letting her cry against her shoulder.
“I-I want it gone,” the smaller blonde whimpered once she her uncontrollable sobbing had slowed down to sniffles.
“What?” Temari asked.
“The thing growing in me!” Tsuin growled, “Get rid of it!”
The Sand blonde’s eyes bugged out in shock. She was pregnant with Gaara’s child?! “Why would you want to kill your baby?” she asked, “Can’t you see, if you had a kid, then maybe Gaara’ll change for the better.”
“I don’t want that monster’s brats!” she screamed. Tsuin shot up and grabbed the nearest bottle, not caring if was toxic or not.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Temari demanded as the blonde pulled the stopper out.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?!” she spat back, “Getting rid of unwanted garbage!”
The Sand blonde glared furiously at her. Temari rushed over and slapped the bottle away, sending it crashing to the floor and shattering into a million shards, its contents staining the tiled floor. But she had been too late; Tsuin had already taken a drink from it.
The younger blonde began to feel faint and light headed, a sharp pain emanated from her abdomen and a wave of nausea hit her with the force of a fifty foot tall tsunami. She immediately emptied the contents of her stomach, unable to make it to the nearest sink and then promptly collapsed, unconscious.
“Gaara! Get in here!” Temari screamed in the hall, before rushing back over to the fallen kunoichi.