Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Senjo no Ai ❯ Heart in thorns ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Warning: Rated T Naruto is a whore. Gahhh! Incest! If you didn't catch that, Naruto, Sasuke, and Itachi are related! Don't like incest? (Not ItaSasu) Or Yaoi? Get out oh here! Hurry! Before I kill your innocent mind! Only they don't know. One day I will write a non-AU. One day.

This is my lame attempt to write a story that focuses on pure romance. However, the evil side of me will always rear its ugly head- making this fic demented. As always. Ahh hell I tried. So yeah, enjoy the new chapter!

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Xx Chapter Two xX

Heart intertwined with thorns

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The force of the blades hit at once.

Sasuke found that he was now retreating, trying his hardest to block and attack at the same time; only it was damn near impossible with Naruto's speed. The blond waved it around with one hand with ease. His face was twisted up in terrifying daze as if he went on an auto-mode—attacking on what seemed like pure instinct.

After minutes of fighting, Naruto realized that Sasuke was not going to back down anytime soon. Sweat pouring down his face, the raven-haired boy was actually keeping up with him!

Frowning, Naruto picked up the pace, swinging harder, faster and stronger. Sasuke was slim; he wore a coat in the height of French fashion, with matching trousers and a wine-red waistcoat. The exquisite tailoring made his frame powerful, his broad shoulder narrowing to his lean hips, and muscles that was more apparent with the tight pants. Naruto was lucky to have rags on, not even fully covering his legs. So if Sasuke even grazed him, even a little, he would be wide open.

With more effort, Sasuke moved with the grace of a god, knocking the sword into the air and out of Naruto's hands. In two seconds flat Sasuke's own blade was at Naruto's throat. “I think this counts me as the victor,” Sasuke said between gasps as he pressed the point of his blade harder against Naruto throat, a bead of red blood welded forth from the man's flesh.

Swearing loudly, Naruto stepped back with clenched fists. “You still have much to learn, Uchiha. If I actually wanted you dead…it would have happened already.” His right hand blurred as he grabbed a hold of the shocked boy's blade. Sasuke pushed down with trembling arms, trying to cut off or at least wound his hand. Naruto charged, angled his left shoulder at Sasuke, and slammed himself into the man's breastplate as hard as he could.

Sasuke lay on the ground where he had fallen, still as a statue, looking up at Naruto with a cold gaze. Naruto reached over, grabbing a handful of the Uchiha hair, and pounded his elbow into his right cheek. A spray of blood littered the grassland. He pulled Sasuke up and not at all to kindly knees Sasuke so hard the boy coughed up blood. With the same repeated movements Naruto grew tired, and let the boy fall to a helpless pile on the ground with a thump.

“I bet that's the first time you ever tasted your own blood. What's it feel like to have your pretty face pounded in?” Naruto asked with an accusing smile, hands at his hips, he was having too much fun. “Are we done playing?”

But Sasuke wasn't listening. “My…face! My beautiful face!”

Naruto could feel his eyebrow twitching; he narrowed his eyes at the young Uchiha who was rolling around on the grass like an infant throwing a tantrum, cradling his face screaming unthinkable curses. You gotta be kidding me...Naruto rolled his eyes. This is the future commander? Heaven help Konaha.

"You bastard!” Sasuke whispered. “I am nothing without...my beautiful face!"

Grow up! Naruto felt like yelling but he was too dumbfounded to utter a single word.

Haku watched in horror, crouched low behind the wall, as his master tried to get up from having his face punched in like that. His fists clenched, anger burned inside but he could do noting. He was ordered to say behind and watch Gaara, who was soundly asleep when he left Gaara behind.

Sasuke reached around and grabbed his blade. “I will not…” Droplets of his blood fell on the floor. “ I will never lose to a common-blood slave!”

Naruto sidestepped barely dodging Sasuke blow. With more effort, Naruto reeled around and picked up his sword. The blades swooshed together. Clank, chank. For a second there was…

Naruto blinked.

Sparks?

- Five years earlier-

They stood together watching the green pasture, the breeze nipping through the wheat field. The sun rolled over and then the fog came. Naruto leaned all his weight on crunches, his body heavily damaged and bandaged up from head to foot.

Gaara stood tall beside him. Like a true hero. He wore pure leather armor, with black gloves, and dark brown, almost black, boots that went past his kneecaps. “Naruto,” he said suddenly after the long hours of silence that lingered between them.

Naruto looked up and didn't reply.

“You stupid reckless idiot.” Garra declared taking out his blade.

Naruto gritted his teeth together. He still didn't answer or refuse Gaara's clam.

Gaara sighed. “You know when you battle long and hard enough, with a fierce adversary,” he swung the blade back and forth at an invisible enemy. “The blades rub together, and for a second you get sparks. Every time I battle, I see those sparks and I can't help think of you.”

“Are you going to lecture me? Because I thought that was...” Naruto shook his head. “And no matter what you say…I don't regret anything. General.”

“I'm sure you don't. But you're not listening to what I have to say.”

Naruto sat down on the grass, kicking his legs out, and tried not to hurt his shoulder. “Well then, get on with it.”

Garra held the blade in his hands, inspecting the tiny cracks and scratches from its previous battles. “Everyone lives for only a moment Naruto. Humans and sparks, they only last for a second then disappear forever.” There was a strong smell of earth around them. The trees, the ripple of the water from the nearby river, the sweet smell of flowers. “I guess in a way that's what makes life precious. Nothing but a blink of an eye to eternity. Everyday, every minute, every second, is a gift and we should cherish every moment.”

Naruto laughed, his joyous masculine thunder always made Gaara happy inside. “I never took you for a poet.” He wiped an invisible tear. “That was beautiful. No really it was. But I don't think it counts for Bandits.”

Gaara smirked, or was that a smile? Naruto couldn't tell at the angle he was sitting at. Gaara always manages to have a stone cold face; he hardly ever smiled or showed some sort of human emotion to anyone. That was before Naruto met him though. They have a secret bond and both had changed a great deal.

“Don't do anything as stupid as try to save my life again. Are we clear?”

“Crystal. Next time your life is in danger I will just sit back and watch you die.” Naruto looked at his hands. Just thinking about Garra almost crushed by a flying boulder made Naruto's body tense up and feel sick. “No, I…I didn't think. My body moved on its own.”

Gaara folded his arms over his chest. He has such pale skin; Naruto would always make fun of him like call him a panda with its head on fire. Only that line always managed to lead him straight to the infirmary. A broken rib here, a dislocated shoulder there, Gaara was never one to hold back.

“Naruto,” Garra lifted his hand to feel the gentle breeze slip through his fingers. He turned away from Naruto. His words, though spoken slowly as if to grasp the meaning himself, were with tremendous truth.

“I love you.”

He didn't stutter. He didn't blush. He told it like it was.

And Naruto couldn't help but admire him for that. When it came to matters of the heart, Naruto was completely clueless dolt. If he needed to pleasure his physical desire it would be in the arms of willing wenches. But he felt nothing for any of them.

Naruto grabbed a hold of Gaara's hand pulling the red head to his chest. Gaara didn't resist. Nor did he want to. It was nice, being loved, and loving back.

“I feel...” Naruto said, holding Gaara tighter. “The same.” Gaara held him closer. And they kissed. For hours, for seconds, Naruto was lost in time.

“We have changed so much, you and I. Do you remember?”

Naruto grunted. He didn't want to talk about it. No mater how true it was. Before they met, they where nothing but merciless killers—finding the meaning of life in death. Looking in all the wrong places, blind, like a broken oil lamp in the dark.

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But in the end it became a love that was…

Lost.

Forgotten.

Disappeared like a flame in the wind. Or faded away like the early mist on the open hills.

No! Naruto would never let it go. One day he will find Gaara's heart. Then everything will be as it was before.

“You fool,” Tsunade the river witch said, even three years later Naruto could hear her raspy voice clearly in his mind. “Take Gaara and live in a secluded area, leave peacefully, together. Always protect him. You can still protect him.” No. Never. Naruto wanted everything, including his heart. He will be the one to find it.

“You stupid fool. Do you not understand the meaning of insane?” she sighed, the wrinkles on her forehead creased. “His mind snapped. The Gaara you once knew is gone forever. You can't blame him, what happened to him was terrible. I am surprised you even managed to be sane.” Maybe, maybe Naruto lost it with Gaara.

“I am begging you Naruto. Forget it. Forget trying to reach the impossible, if you don't…the demon inside you will awaken.” She sighed again. “Even if you do manage it. To get back his heart…I mean. Do you think he wants to remember? Is that what he wants?” Naruto doesn't care about what he wants. Gaara will take back his heart even if he has to shove it down his throat.

Even now, Naruto desperately clung to a love that was once too good to be true. A love that will rip him inside out. Because of his weakness. His failure to protect the one thing that was precious to him.

-Now-

That one second that Naruto blinked there was a slash of blinding pain. Sasuke's blade had grazed him, it wasn't a deep cut but it was enough to send him momentarily shocked. Okay, maybe that brat Sasuke did know more about fighting then was first apparent.

“I realize now what your problem is,” Naruto murmured, speaking more to himself rather to Sasuke. With a wave of his hand Naruto knocked Sasuke's sword away, it flew in the air, spinning, landing in the hollow end of a tree trunk, this time far from his reach.

Sasuke looked up at him and their gazes met and locked. Sasuke's anger radiated from him like heat from a forest fire. Naruto was a man, a big man, and one easily capable of doing harm with his fists alone.

Naruto grinned. This was a first. Never did he meet someone so not willing not to get him into the sack. No matter, when they fall—they fall pretty damn hard. Sasuke will fall for him; he would just have to work his manly charms.

A shiver of fear ran down Sasuke's spine as Naruto moved toward him, one arm curving around his waist to draw them together. The blonde's face inched closer, his lips tight. Sasuke was completely shocked. What the hell! He was going to kiss him? Well, Sasuke had no intention of ever kissing that blond blubbering idiot! Not if he had a say in the matter. No way in hell!

But Naruto didn't kiss Sasuke. Instead he just stared at him with those blue eyes, so close their noses could have touched. Naruto was handsome that was sure. Sasuke met his eyes boldly even if his heart skipped a beat and he felt a blush creep across his face.

Beautiful. Intoxicating.

“You see Sasuke, I just realized you have your head so far shoved up your ass you can't see the beauty of humankind. Slave or no slave, we are equal.” Sasuke quivered as he felt Naruto's hot breath on his ear, he couldn't understand him, why should he? He is a prince goddammit! In pure anger, Sasuke put his hands on the blonde's chest to push him away, but it was like trying to stop a moving train.

Gently, Naruto caught both of his hands in his, then placed a finger underneath Sasuke's chin and tilted the his head back to better gain access to his lips. Sasuke opened his mouth to object but then—Naruto kissed him—driving away any form of protest from his mind.

Naruto's face covered his; he broke the kiss briefly, and then claimed his lips once again, only with more aggression. If there was anything the blond knew; it was how to kiss. Sasuke could feel his bones melt and respond to his touch. Despite his mind yelling at him to never touch a fitly slave, his body wouldn't listen. Naruto's tongue exploring his mouth, his hands moved over his back, and then suddenly, Naruto pulled away again.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Sasuke practically shrieked, covering his mouth with both hands hoping it would act like a barrier—although it wouldn't do him any good if Naruto did decide to take him by force.

Naruto cocked his head to the side and gave Sasuke a look of pure innocence, as if to say, me? Kiss you? Never! He stuck his tongue out. Despite him being a full-grown man he acted like a child. “I win.”

“You didn't win.” Sasuke growled. “I won.”

Naruto waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, you won whatever. Pussy. But I got my prize.”

Confused, Sasuke decided not to argue on. What for: he won. Right?

“Oi! Haku! I know your there! Gaara and I need a bath! I can smell myself here.”

Haku's head perked up from the bushes. How did he know? And why is a slave giving orders. He should learn his place. Ohh well, Haku ignored Naruto and looked at his master, he could tell Sasuke was not at all pleased with him. But he nodded his approval and that meant that it looks like Naruto is getting a bath.

“My prince,” Haku bowed. “I apologize.”

“I will look past it this once because you where only worried for my well being, correct?” Haku nodded. “Good, now live me alone.”

“Sire?”

“I am going to see Itachi.”

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Naruto sighed as his naked body hit the warm soothing waters. Tch, they don't trust me enough to let me wash my ass by myself? Naruto scowled as one of the two guards gave a much longer then necessary side-glance at his naked body. The second they left, he relaxed, and was up to his chin in one of the cooling barrels, the excess liquid spilling over the sides and splattering on the stone floor. Gaara sat next him happily blowing bubbles in the water.

Naruto cupped Gaara's cheek and with his left hand started to rub away the layers of filth with a clean washrag. Gaara started giggling at Naruto's touch, he beamed up at him. Looking at him like an older brother, all traces of the love they had shared gone, for now anyways. But like a child, he couldn't say in one place for long. Gaara waddled past Naruto and pulled out of the tub.

When he got out, the droplets of water splashed to the floor, his red hair slicked to the side of his face. He was not short for a man his age, nor was his build exceptionally delicate, and yet in more ways then one he was so much weaker then he was.

Naruto closed his eyes and decided to not look at Gaara's nakedness. His skin has always been a pale milky white color, with perfect curves, well made muscles from his hard days at sea. There was a long vivid scar that snaked crossed his ribs on the left side. Even with that one flaw, Gaara was beautifully made.

After drying his body, and getting dressed in the most uncomfortable dry-wool clothes, Naruto dropped the towel on top of Gaara's head, who was still very naked and refused to wear what the guards brought. “You idiot,” joked Naruto. “You'll get sick.”

As Gaara was twirling around drying himself, Naruto couldn't help but gaze at the sex dangling between his legs. Tormenting him, taunting him: as if to say, `Nana Naa you cant have me! Look all you want but you will never be loved by me again!'

But that couldn't be possible. Gaara doesn't even know how to eat properly by himself so he wouldn't have a clue about pleasure. It still excited Naruto's male member and it suddenly swelled and rose, as if it had a mind of its own. He can't. It's wrong. He had promised long ago that he wouldn't take Gaara by force. But now…

Naruto didn't care.

Gaara turned around, stunned, he saw the blue twinkling eyes of a stranger, a violent stranger, bent on causing him harm. Just like them. The ones who hurt Gaara before. The ones who made him this way. Naruto barred his teeth at Gaara, giving him a predator's smile. Like a cat eying a mouse before it tears it apart with its viscous claws.

“You're mine. No one can touch you but me.”

He pounced on Gaara. Crushing the frightened man to his chest and savaged his mouth.

the pain…

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Sasuke slammed the door. The one thing good about being a prince—You have your own kingdom, not as big as the one his father has, but it's nice either way.

“I hate him! I hate him! I hate him more then anything in the world. Making a fool out of me like that! That bastard!” Sasuke put a hand to his lips, he had the nerve. Sasuke knew that Naruto only kissed him to piss him off, and sadly, it was working. Every second he thought about the kiss; the angrier he would get. The more he wanted to make Naruto beg on his knees. Why would he get so angry?

“What troubles you little brother?” Itachi asked not looking up from his book.

“Nothing, you should get some rest. The doctors said—“

“That I will go blind and paralyzed by the time I reach thirty, only if I don't take it easy on my body. I know what the doctors said. You don't need to tell me twice.”

“You should take your medicine too.” I worry about you.

Itachi stared at the open book in his lap. Not reading, just starting. His mind was elsewhere: The fox pendent with the diamonds, the one Naruto wanted from the guard back at the prison. He had seen that fox pendent before. Itachi was sure of it. Only, he couldn't remember where exactly. Naruto…That Name was familiar too. But why? Naruto…that name. It was eating at him, making him frustrated. Why was every thing about that man so familiar?

Itachi closed the book and put it away. He sat down and watched Sasuke look at his battered face in the mirror. Sasuke shouldn't walk in his room so freely. The truth was Itachi had a weak spot for Sasuke, well obviously, his younger brother would have been dead long ago if he didn't.

“Come, tell me why you are angry.”

“It's Naruto. I hate his guts.”

“You should, little brother. He mocks everything you are. Everything. But that isn't the only reason.” Itachi almost purred. “You are angry because he kissed you…”

Sasuke turned to look at his brother, mouth dropped open. How did he know?

“I was watching on the balcony.” Itachi answered as if he was reading Sasuke's mind. “I saw everything.”

“I wanted my first time to be—”

“Special?” Itachi answered for him.

Sasuke glared, then nodded slowly. He got up and walked past Itachi. “I am going to train, call me if you need anything.”

Itachi chuckled once he heard the door shut. “My foolish little brother. The hopeless romantic.”

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The smack reverberated of the walls and Naruto looked down at Gaara. The red-head glared at him like he would a stranger, blood flowed from his nose and down his chin, his lip was already swelling and bruised, the fresh bite mark over his nipple. It was at that moment Naruto wanted to curl in a little ball and fade away. He was overwhelmed from his own actions. He never hit Gaara; never hurt him in anyway, ever. Did his desire for passion make him do this?

”I wish, “ Naruto spoke once everything processed through his brain. “You could just tell me how much you hate me, how much you blame me for what happened that day. My lack of strength…was what…” He smiled, but it didn't hide the pain inside that burned in him like a fire from hell.

“All I have ever wanted was to be happy with you, all I ever wanted was to be loved. We planed to grow old together. I had planed to make love to you hundreds, no, thousands of times. But-“ Naruto was hurting inside. Possibly more then Gaara ever could. “But all you are doing is hiding! You hide in that empty shell and at times I wonder if you are even alive! I have suffered too! Do you forget that! I have suffered too!”

Naruto reached out his hand to touch Gaara. He would rather stab himself then see the hurt and pain in Gaara's eyes again. “Maybe I am the one who selfish. Maybe, I don't deserve love or any emotion from you. But I can't help what I feel. I wish I could forget you, but I cant, because you are a part of me.” Naruto bent down to Gaara's eye level, his face inched closer. The loud shrills of screams stopped him from moving.

More pain for him, more hurt, more…

Unrequited love.

Gaara dug his nails into Naruto's skin, and trembled like a frightened puppy. Shocked, Naruto backed away; he had never seen him so scared in his life. It took him three fucking years for Gaara to even start to trust him. He could repair what happened right?

But it was too late.

The damage was done.

Naruto stood up turning around. He had screwed up big time. He needed to leave. Now. He couldn't stay in that cell for a second longer. Naruto walked to the door and pounded on it with the end of his fist. A few moments later the guard on the other end slides the eyehole open. “What the hell do you want?” he asked groggily.

“Take me to see the older Uchiha. I need to see Itachi.”

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Not long after Naruto left, the cell door swung open. “Is this the one?” A new foreign voice asked. “Is this the new house slave? Gatou?”

Gaara sat up from his bed, the pile of hay, and eyed the new strangers. One was young, the other dirt old with frizzy salt and pepper hair, round shiny shades and a metal walking stick. He poked Gaara in the ribs with the walking stick .

“I believe it is. Take him to the cutting room. We are going to play doctor.”

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Sasuke wiped the sweat out of his eyes. He was sore everywhere; his arms, legs. He griped the sword so hard his hands turned white. A year of learning the best swordsmanship from the best teachers in the world and nothing was good enough for Naruto. Well he was older, not by much though.

But that would change. He will have his revenge. Sooner or later.

Naruto would regret ever touching his face.

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Itachi stilled for a moment, barked orders at his servants, who hurried out and shut the door behind them. He turned and faced the stranger, amusement quirking the side of his mouth. “Well, well!” He sat back into his Gothic chair, crossing one leg over the other. “I would have never guessed you would have come to me so…freely.”

Naruto remained silent, his eyes glued to the floor. He looked grim—almost as if he was sent to get executed.

“I take it you know why you come? What I want from you.” Naruto didn't answer. Itachi reached around and pulled the ribbon that held his hair and let fall down. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

Naruto looked up. “Once,” He bit his lip. “Only once. I have been with plenty of women. More then I could remember.” Naruto smiled at the thought of the last woman he gotten freely in bed. He shook her shrilly moans out of his mind. The feel of her breasts in his hands. The softness of her skin. When was the last time? A week? “I count myself as being experienced.”

Itachi raised a thin eyebrow. He sat up from his chair and walked over to where Naruto stood. He moved with the gracefulness of an bird in flight. “It may have only been once, but I could tell it was with the person you loved.”

Naruto felt sad. Itachi was right. "Now you tell me, how many servants or maids have you ordered to strip naked for your own pleasure?”

Itachi's eyes widened at the question. “None, believe it or not.”

The truth was Itachi couldn't even if he wanted to. His childhood was lonely. For countless years Itachi was always locked away into a room looking dryly at the green pastures outside his window—that became his world, never able to leave, because of his sickness. But not tonight. He won't allow his disease to restrain him tonight.

“You are the first. I am an ambitious man, Naruto-kun. I have dreams, goals, and a future. But—” Itachi flicked a strain of black hair out of his face. “You are one of those exceptions. When I first saw you, you glowed like an exotic beast. I had to have you.”

“Itachi,” Naruto rested his forehead on Itachi's shoulder. For some reason he felt so tired and drained, pushed to the limit, and didn't care about anything anymore. But deep down that was a lie. He could still see Gaara's face—hurt and scared. But more then anything Naruto wanted to find rest—even if it was in the arms of another man.

Without thinking, Itachi took Naruto by the shoulders and pulled him up against him, pressing his hot cheek to the slave's shoulder. Naruto submitted stiffly, his first hint of awkwardness. There was a trace of vulnerability in Naruto that Itachi could feel and it stirred a sense of protectiveness that he didn't even know he had. Mine and only mine. His to shelter, his to keep, his to have. Naruto was his and he will always keep it that way.

With a heavy soul, Naruto placed two hands on Itachi's hips and pulled the man closer to him; crushing him against his hard stomach and chest. When they kissed, his lips where so hot it sent a shiver of anticipation up Naruto's spine. This isn't so bad. Maybe I can find love elsewhere?

More lies. This is a one-time thing. It always is. It meant nothing, right?

Itachi looked up into Naruto's slanting, piercing blue eyes. There was a dangerous glint in them. A hungry stare—and a bit empty. Naruto's touch inside his mouth was slick and firm, intimate, making him gasp against his mouth. It felt so wonderful, and so right in a way that went beyond reason.

When Itachi pulled away, all too fast, Naruto wasn't ready, and he stumbled back, panting and fighting for a breath.

Itachi sat back down in a couch by the fireplace, the long purple and black robes loosely over his shoulders, silver rings on each of his fingers, black eyes that seemed evil and cold, it make him look ...something delicious and ready to eat. In seconds Naruto was at the couch, by his side, his hands on Itachi's shoulders, his face drawing closer ready to kiss him again. Itachi lifted a hand to Naruto's lips. “Patience, my beloved one. There is no need to hurry.”

Naruto stepped back, impatiently brushing his blond bangs out of his face. Itachi sank back into his chair, and relaxed. “You are to do a show,” Itachi said with an dangerously playful note that seemed to go out of tune with the dark intent in his eyes. “Now undress, everything off, don't be shy. I want to see the goods you have to offer me.”

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“Do you have the poppy juice?” Gatou asked his apprentice, with all the kicking and screaming they have no choice but to tie him up. Gaara was naked, strapped spread-eagle to a long table in the middle of a room. His head rolled to one side, tears falling, and tight lipped.

“W-we're all out sir.”

“Ah no matter. He is nothing but a slave anyways. Why waist all the good stuff?” It has been awhile since Gatou had to castrate such a, beautiful, slender man, most of his patients where babies chosen by the parents to become house slaves, rarely- if ever- did he get a grown man. Not only that but a red head. Gatou decided he wanted to savor every moment. Out of all the knives he picked the dullest one.

“Sir! You cant…it's inhuman!”

“I am the doctor fool!” The old man hissed. “I know what I am doing!” He placed the blade firmly on the lower balls. Gatou ran his tongue over his chapped lips, savoring every moment.

This was the reason why he got the job. He loved the screams and blood that flowed down his patient's legs. Screaming…screaming… Scream all you want because no one can save you.

No one.

Gaara trusted his head back and cringed when he felt the cold touch of the blade. “Ahh!” He screamed on top of his lungs. “Ahhhh!”

“Shut him up!”

The apprentice did as he was told and shoved a iron ball in Gaara's mouth and strapped it tightly together. Gaara looked at them with pleading eyes, so sad that the apprentice thought his heart would burst.

Drool dribbled down his chin...

“Are we ready?”

The apprentice closed his eyes. The first time he seen the `operation get rid of man balls' done and already tears flowed down his face. But he needed the job to feed his family. He couldn't screw this up.

“Yes…everything is ready sir.”

To be continued...

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What will that happen next? Can you guess? Next chapter (that I didn't even start to write yet! You are going to have to harass me for it.) Don't worry, this is still going to be a NaruSasu. It wouldn't be fun if they liked each other so fast, would it? And thank you to evey one who reviewed! I love you all xD

Preview 3: revenge: Like two sides to a coin, there is good and there is evil. This evil however, was born from hate and despair consumed with a fiery rage that is not flesh and blood. It has a name…kyuubi.

yes another edit.Well, because I can't make up my mind...here is a new VOTE: It's nice when readers get a say once in a while.

A. Someone save Gaara.

B. No save, hell I am evil and proud.

C. What the hell! You tell me. Let's see what happens!

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