Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Primitive Instincts ❯ The Escape ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Primitive Instincts
Author: Dagger Stiletto
Summary: Naruto as half-fox, half-human, is a pet to abusive Gaara Sabaku, & Sasuke as half-wolf, half-human, from the forest. What happens when they meet?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no own*eyes widen*What?!
Warnings: OOC, yaoi, a lot of stuff IDK about yet. A little Gaara-bashing, even though he’s my baby.
Dagger: Ello, I’m back to torture you once more, yay!
Cross: That’s not nice you know.
Dagger: I’ll sic Knives on you.
Cross: Shutting up now*closes mouth*
Dagger: Yay! Silence! READ PLEASE! P.S. Cross is a fellow writer, not related to me and Knives.

The golden, orange-tinted fox dashed across the lawn towards his master’s home, knowing that the redheaded ninja would be peeved that he was late. He panted as he scrabbled up the porch steps and through the small cat door on the front entrance. He raced down the hall into the kitchen and skidded on the linoleum as he turned towards the pantry, where he sensed another presence. He slid to a halt and sat at the door, tail curling slightly around his haunches as he panted.

Gaara stepped out of the pantry and rose a nonexistent eyebrow. “You’re late, Naruto,” he said lowly.

Naruto quivered and yipped in apology. He came over to sniff at Gaara’s leg, then squealed and yelped when he was kicked in the chest. He whimpered as Gaara’s sand surrounded him and started to suffocate the little fox. He stayed still, not wasting energy or oxygen until he was finally released; he was then kicked in the ribcage so that he slid across the floor and hit the cabinet under the sink with a hard thump.

That thump seemed to break Gaara out of his enraged assault. He cooed sympathetically at the tiny fox, coming forward as Naruto tried to catch his breath through broken ribs. He whimpered at the soothing words murmured in his ear.

Once he felt the fox was properly apologized to, Gaara settled the small furry creature to curl around his neck. “come on, Naruto, we have to meet Temari and Kankuro at the bar tonight.”

Naruto refrained from letting out a low whine. Back to the bar so Gaara could get drunk and beat the crap out of him again in an intoxicated rage. Then, when Gaara woke with his hang over, he’d travel through the house, find Naruto huddled somewhere, coax him out, and proceed to apologize over and over and promise that it would never happen again. He’d keep that promise for two to three weeks before he broke it once more.

The rest of the night at the bar was full of smoke, dirty floors, drunks, hookers, fighting couples, greasy food, spilled alcohol, and a trembling fox huddling between his owner’s feet, praying that Gaara would be the only one to beat him up tonight. He stared longingly through the legs of chairs and tables at the door that opened and closed occasionally with the comings and goings of people entering and exiting. Every now and then, Gaara would hold a piece of the food on his plate down to Naruto, who would delicately take it from the slender, pale fingers and eat it to keep his master’s wrath at bay.

Shino and Kiba suddenly came in, and the hyperactive, brown, shaggy dog immediately came streaking to where the fox was. Naruto let out a shriek of pain as the dog more than twice his sizewhich was really the size of a small catpounced on him. Gaara reached under and gripped Kiba to drag him back before scooping the whimpering fox up to comfort him. Once his shaking ceased, he was placed back on the floor where Kiba came over and apologetically nosed at Naruto’s chest. Needing the comfort, Naruto laid close to the dog for the hour that he and Shino spent at the bar.

Naruto sensed his master getting more and more agitated. He crawled a little away from Gaara’s legs. Staring at the door fifteen feet away, the need to escape grew and grew until it became almost unbearable. His eyes widened when he saw the door being held open for a busload of people to come in; he took two deep breaths, tensed his muscles, waited a moment, and finally shot out at top speed, dashing out the door. Gaara’s voice called out after him, but he ignored it with all his might, racing into the forest.

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Dagger: Oh my Satan, I think this is the shortest chapter I’ve ever written. I’m ashamed!*bows head in shame*
Knives: Satan worshipper!*points accusingly*
Dagger: No I’m not! I just rather take Satan’s name in vain than you-know-who. Offends a lot less people that way.
Knives: That’s what you’ll say until the cults come knocking on your door.
Dagger: ……..Girl Scouts?