Your golden eyes narrowed as the sun shone into them cruelly. Wind whipped around your head, sending your thick waves of ebony hair into a frenzy. Beside you, Sabbath rolled over onto her back, her wide tongue sliding over her razor-edged teeth. You sighed, smiling down at her, clutching the handle of your sword. It was too early to be sent out on a mission, but work was work, you decided, going anyway. The Village Hidden in the Moonlight was your home, the center for obnoxious missions. You didn't mind... sometimes.
"Come on, Sab," you called out to the sable wolf, making your way down the road. The canine yawned, finally standing and trotting off behind you.
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The mission was simple: get info. That couldn't be too hard. Your destination was the Village Hidden in the Sand, an endless landscape of sand and more sand. Did you mention sand? Yes, sand. You weren't used to hot weather seeing as you had always lived in the Moonlight, which was lush and green. But, Sabbath had; she was the last of her species, the type of wolf that could survive the desert. So, yes, you had some experience on your side. More wind rained down on your small figure, making you duck. Why wind... well, you were in the Wind Country... you guessed that could be it.
"Whatever," you mumbled to yourself, stomping on the dirt beneath your feet. Sabbath bared her fangs, her vermilion eyes scanning the terrain. "What is it, Sab?"
The black wolf growled lightly and shot off, leaping into the trees. You stopped, staring out to where she had disappeared. She would come back, you reasoned, continuing your journey.
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"More sand?" You stood, looking out upon the expanse of desert before you. Sabbath smiled, her luminous eyes sparkling happily. "Yes, I know you love this, but I don't." You scowled and made your way down the dune, sliding on the fine material beneath your feet. Already, the sun bore down upon you, causing sweat to drip down your face and arms minutes after you began trekking around this place. "Why does it have to be so hot," you complained, watching Sabbath prance around in the red-hot dunes. "At least she's happy..."
Mirages popped up, sending you on angry rants about how the water was torturing you. Sabbath lopped along next to you now, rubbing her head against your hip every now and then in consolation. You smiled and patted her furry head, trucking on.
You reached into your pocket and pulled out an elastic, smirking. "This hair is so hot, time to put you up," you muttered, gathering the mass of inky locks on the top of your head. Your chalky bangs hung around your face in spikes of bleached hair, framing your cheeks in an appealing way. You reached up to rub your snowy wolf ears, trying to relieve them of all the sweat.
A bird flew overhead, catching your attention immediately. What bird was that big... and that color? It stretched its beige wings out to their full expanse, gliding to the ground only yards away. A gust of wind from the movement sent waves of sand into the air, and you ducked your head to avoid going blind. Sabbath crouched, her ears flat against her head. You reopened your eyes as the sand cleared, revealing the bird to you. It stood stock-still in the clearing grit, eyes blank and unseeing. Two people hopped off its back, starting toward you.
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There was a silence as the three of you stared at each other. After a bit, a smile broke out on one of their faces. "Hello, un," the man said, pulling off his hat. You blinked at the man before you. Blond with this intense blue eye staring at you, only half of his face visible. The other pulled off his hat, revealing spiky red hair and lazy maroon eyes. Sabbath sniffed the air, her scarlet irises glowing. "Are you Kida Ookamiko, un?"
You glanced at the blond, "Yes..."
"Good, then we finally found you." You noticed the other man staring at your ears and tail, which was in total view despite the consequences of doing so.
"You must be Akanee," the redhead said slowly, voice smooth and indifferent.
"Yeah," you said again, backing up a bit.
"The nine-tailed wolf demon," the blond muttered to himself, pulling out a lump of something... clay? You gasped as Sabbath launched herself at him, clamping her jaws down on his wrist. The man screamed in pain, falling to his knees with the canine still latched onto him. Blood poured out onto the sand, staining it a violent red. The other man merely stared down at the struggling ninja.
"You know, Deidara, if you had just waited, the wolf wouldn't have bitten you..."
You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing the writhing man on the ground. "You're not gonna help him," you asked the shorter one. He looked at you, sighing.
"No, he can deal with his own mistakes." Sabbath crunched down harder, a sickly snap resonating through the air. Deidara yelled again, ripping his arm out of the she-wolf's mouth. Blood spurted as he stumbled back, gasping and clutching his broken wrist. With a single azure eye, he stared at you.
"Control your dog, un," he said in a deathly quiet voice. You looked from him to Sabbath, who was licking the gore from her face.
"I have to go," you said suddenly, glaring at the sun, which was getting lower in the sky by the second. The redhead tilted his head slightly.
"Really?"
"Yes." You beckoned the happy wolf over to you, bending down to her level. "Never again," you said shortly, making her look at you. She let out a small whimper of apology and slung her tail down between her legs. You stood again, smiling eerily. "I really have to go." With your sword hanging heavily on your back and your wolf following at your heels faithfully, you set out across the sands once more.
The redhead sighed, looking over at the raging blond.
"Her wolf bit me, un!" He zoned a wide eye on the other man. "Sasori-danna, do something..." Sasori sighed again, looking back at your receding figure against the sun.
"Not now, Deidara, not now." He walked over to the bird and jumped on, waiting for his partner to do so as well. "Let's go," he called to Deidara, who was watching you walk away.
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Your tail wagged spazzily as you looked out over the village. "Finally," you yelled, stretching your arms over your head in joy. Sabbath also wagged her tail, looking up at you with glittering ruby eyes. You ran a hand over her snout, flashing a wide grin.
The gates were huge and metal, a very foreboding entrance, you thought. The guards let you pass, seeing your Moonlight headband. More sand met your feet as you stepped beyond them, looking up at the towering buildings; which, to you, looked more like big blobs of sand, but you didn't really know...
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People strolled through the streets, chattering on about such and such. A large building rose up in front of you, literally screaming "This is where the Kazekage is!" You bit your lip and continued the trek toward the door, avoiding all the staring pedestrians. Sabbath growled at a group of passing boys who smirked at you.
More guards let you pass, glancing at your wolfish features warily. You ignored them and headed up the stairs and to the office of the said Kazekage. Sabbath yelped a little when she came upon the door, you following right after. They were huge and wooden, almost as foreboding as the front gates. You knocked soundly against the hard surface, stepping back.
"Come in," someone said quietly from beyond the walls. You grasped the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open with slight gusto.
"Hello, Mr. Kazekage," you said happily, pushing your hands into your pockets. The man at the desk looked up at you, frowning slightly. His sea-foam eyes, lined in black, eyed you intensely, pupil-less. "Uh, sir?"
"Who might you be?" His voice was low and alluring, but young as well.
"I'm Kida Ookamiko, ninja of the Village Hidden in the Moonlight." The scarlet-haired man stayed silent. "I'm here to get a scroll from you, the secret jutsu that was given to the previous Kazekage under false pretenses." You watched him cock an eyebrow. "It's very old, so it might have been put into storage somewhere..."
"I see," said the stoic man, looking at you head on. His pale eyes flickered in the dimming sunlight cascading through the window. Suddenly, his features turned grave. "You have ears?" You blinked, biting your lip.
"Uh, yeah, and a tail." He grimaced.
"You're a demon?"
"Yep," you clasped your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. Sabbath sat down, licking her paw pensively.
"Just like me..." he whispered, standing up. You watched him step around the desk and over to a nearby closet, shuffling through the contents. Finally, he pulled out a scroll the size of Sabbath, placing it on the desk once he had re-situated himself behind it. You stared at it in shock, god, it was huge! How were you gonna get that back?...
The Kazekage sat down again, folding his arms on the desk top. "Is that what you need?"
"Uh, yeah," you said non-communally, cocking an eyebrow at it. "It's kinda lar-"
The door swung open and a guard stepped in. "Kazekage-sama, we have a security proble-"
"QUIET, YOU FOOL!" roared a voice which shook the building, sending the occupants reeling in confusion. "HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY MASTER!?" The guard yelled in shock and fear, falling to his knees, eyes clamped shut.
"I-I'm sorry, Kazekage-sama! I-I didn't mean to interrupt your g-guest." The flame-haired man stood, looking around silently.
"That wasn't me, or my demon..." He looked over at you, his quiet tone leveling out. "But, you..."
You rubbed your neck. "Heh, sorry, that's just Akanee. She can be kinda... loud..." You smiled bashfully, mentally smacking yourself. Way to make a good impression, Kida...
The Kazekage blinked, eyes widening slightly. "Really," he murmured, stepping around the desk once more. To the man on the floor, he said, "Out. Deal with it somehow." Then he proceeded to stare brutally. The poor, innocent guard yelped somewhat like a dog and got the heck out of there. The Kazekage sighed, looking at you-- a mere ten feet away. You smiled back nervously, hoping to god he wasn't that angry. "Akanee," he muttered, surprising you. "I've never heard of her."
"She's sort of an un-sung hero, er, demon. You know, one of the more ancient ones that is more of a legend that people know of than a demon people fear." He tilted his head slightly. "She's rather loud, as you could tell, but usually she's pretty mellow. I guess she's in a bad mood..."
"What does she look like?" His tone had gone from unfeeling to tinged with curiosity.
You rested all your weight on one foot thoughtfully. "Um, she's black with red markings on her legs, face, neck and sides. Her eyes are red as well, and she has these broken chains on two of her legs as a sort of symbol..." You pursed your lips in thought. "Oh yeah, she has seven tails, but it's hard to tell the difference from one or the other, so they all look like one huge tail." The Kazekage nodded, leaning back against the desk.
"What is her personality like?" Again, his voice had changed from just tinged with curiosity to dripping with it. You snapped your fingers, trying to come up with the right wording.
"Well, she's controlling, that's for sure. And she has to have things her way, if they're not, she gets angrier. Her element is shadow, so she is obsessed with riddles and mind games... you know, like how shadows are elusive, she's like a shadow. It's hard to find her, though. Only I've ever seen her, ever." You smiled. "But we get along." The man nodded again. "Kazek-"
"Gaara," he corrected shortly.
"Um, Gaara, why do you want to know, if I may ask?" The eyes of the silent man closed, forming thick stripes of sable on his face that reminded you of pain, just the way they sat.
"... I'm just interested in you," he said blankly, reopening his lids. "You are just like me..."
"Really," you asked, skeptical. He was beginning to sound sketchy with all the questioning. You coughed. "Well, Ga-"
"Will you allow me to take you to dinner, Kida-san," he asked in a low, almost demanding voice. You stifled a gasp.
"Uh, sure, I suppose. I don't have to return until tomorrow anyway."
"Good," he said softly, eyes boring into yours. Sabbath nudged you with her nose, trying to say something. You merely smiled down at her, tearing your glowing flaxen irises away from the enigma standing before you.
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The night passed eventfully, what with all the talking and eating and trying to act normal. Gaara wasn't much of a talker by any means, but you found ways to get him to open up; like the way you asked him so many questions that were so deep, he took most of his time thinking about the answer than actually talking. You enjoyed the outing anyway.
Stars glimmered overhead in the most dazzling way, attracting your eyes. Beside you, Gaara-- in all of his stoic-ness --stood silent as he stared at you. You intrigued him to the max. The way you talked so freely with him, even the way you weren't the least bit fazed when the waitress began hitting on him in the most blatant way. You were definitely interesting. Your ears and tail, especially, drove him crazy. He had a demon, but he didn't have ears or a tail... Not that he wanted them, but still. You said that it was because Akanee always wants to be recognized for her power and no one will recognize her if no one can see the effect she has on her container, or 'master,' as Akanee calls you. Gaara sighed, biting the inside of his lip: you baffled him.
Sabbath raced around in circles, kicking up dust clouds big enough to cover the village. Your long hair brushed softly against your thighs as you walked, tugging on Gaara's sleeve slightly. "Say, Gaara?"
"Hm?"
You smiled, "How old are you?" The Kazekage blinked, eyes softening.
"15."
"Oh, I see..." You crossed your arms, looking at Sabbath, who looked back playfully. "What's your demon's name?" Gaara froze, turning to stare at you. His pale irises searched your face painfully.
"Shukaku," he said plainly after the silence had wore off.
"Oh, so he's the big squirrel-type thing with one tail?" A nod. "Cool." Your glittering eyes scanned the horizon, admiring the setting sun and oncoming night. Two small silhouettes were standing near the corner of your peripheral vision, ominous. You quickly glanced at them, frowning. It was those two from before, the redhead and that blond guy, Deidara. The blond saw you staring and smirked, waving with his bandaged hand cheekily. The redhead merely stared, a look of slight content written on his flawless face. You watched them silently until Gaara stepped closer to you.
"Something wrong, Kida-san?" You noted the small amount of worry that tinged his voice.
"No, nothing's wrong... sorry." You turned to look at him, pulling a sincere smile. He nodded lightly, grabbing your sleeve. You stared down to where his pale fingers clutched the fabric of your silken top. Things didn't necessarily register too fast either when he pulled you closer, somewhat forcefully, and kissed you. His lips were freezing, a shocking cold that swept your breath right out of your lungs. Behind you, Sabbath lay down, watching closely. You felt the hands of the now-affectionate man wrap around your waist, pressing you to him. "Ga-Gaara," you managed to get out, feeling his tongue slip softly down the length of your lips.
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"What is he doing!?" Deidara stomped his foot on the muffling sand. Sasori rolled his eyes, shushing him.
"Quiet, don't draw any attention to yourself."
"But, Sasori-danna-"
"No." There was a silence as Deidara struggled not to yell once more.
"But how come he gets to kiss her, un?" Sasori looked over at the fidgeting blond, whose eyes were locked on the couple.
"You're jealous?" He sounded rather incredulous.
Deidara laughed softly, "And you aren't?" There was another silence.
"Let's go grab her."
"What?"
"I said, lets go grab her. She has a demon and she's beautiful, un." Sasori stared at the pony-tailed teenager beside him. "Even if you don't like her like that, Leader-sama still would want her for her powers..." He zoned his single, shimmering azure eye on the older puppet. Sasori looked back at the two people kissing in the distance, looking very much content in their own little happy bubble. Sure, he was jealous, but reputations were more important than desire. And, yes, the leader did tell them to collect her...
"After," he said in his velvety tone, still watching. Deidara blinked owlishly.
"After what?"
"After they're done." Deidara once again stared over at you and Gaara, in the other's arms.
"But we don't want them to... you know... do it, do we?" Sasori sighed, repositioning himself.
"If we do wait until after that, she'll be weaker, having used so much energy." The blond made a face at his partner's logic.
"It's kinda weird, Sasori-danna, but..." He slid his gaze to the couple again, frowning. "It should work."
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"Gaara," you gasped lightly, feeling him drop you on the bed. It had been hard, having to find your way to his house and into his room without making a scene, but you had done it. The mattress was a welcoming sort of soft and fluffy, seeing as you two had been making out against a wall previously. Gaara slammed the door, again turning to you.
"Kida," he murmured, climbing on top of your body. You allowed him to kiss your neck, sliding his tongue over the contours your throat had to offer. Hot hands made their way to your shirt, tugging softly. You sighed against the warmth, shoving the piece of clothing up and over your head. Beautiful jade irises stared lovingly down at your face and body, caressing it with their gaze. You reached up and lightly tore off the clothing encircling the boy's body, leaving him bare. The heat from his chest radiated toward you, making the air heavy and your vision blurry.
"Let me..." he said softly, motioning to your chest. You nodded blankly and sat up, wrapping your slender arms around his neck. He kissed you again, slipping his searing hot tongue into your mouth with ease. It tickled your own, rubbing lightly along the corners of your mouth and leaving you breathless. You felt his unusually gentle fingers tamper with the clasp on your bra, attempting to pull the article off. To no avail, of course. You reached around and helped him, seeing an embarrassed blush spread over his pale cheeks. Your naked chest was visible to his eyes, now, tantalizing him to no end. A hand found its way to your breast, softly running the fingers over it. You could feel pleasure build up in your chest, beginning to feel good. Gaara leaned forward and enveloped the nipple in his mouth, sucking roughly. You felt his other hand toy with your other breast, blushing madly. Your fingers found their way to his hair, digging into the mess of scarlet.
Gaara kissed his way back up to your face, licking the hollow beneath your ear and along your jaw. His hands pulled at his own pants, the erection already full. Your body was wrapped around his, wanting to go deeper and needing to feel completed. The emotions were mutual.
Your long fingers grasped his manhood, now without covering. Gaara gasped and threw his head back at the sudden wave of pleasure. Wetness built up in your panties, watching your hands feel his shaft up and down with such deliberation. The skin was so soft and so hot, such a secret place. You smiled, letting him tug at your pants himself. You reached around and helped him, unbuttoning the front while he pulled down the back. Your red panties stood out shockingly against the white sheets, and Gaara could barely hold himself back from ravishing you right there.
You bent your head down and pressed your tongue to his tip, hearing him let loose a deep moan. The skin was silky and your mouth watered at the thought of him coming. "Gaara," you said softly, voice muffled by his manhood. "Lean back." He stared down at you with wide, glittering eyes, laying his body down dutifully on the bed. You reached out and dragged your nails down his chest and across his legs, feeling the skin thoughtfully. Your mouth engulfed his penis, not holding back anymore. You roughly sucked on the appendage, tasting the semen that dripped out, a product of his want. Gaara's back arched violently, his mouth letting loose a pleasured gasp and a just as pleasured scream. You smiled, closing your eyes and letting you primal instincts take over. Your teeth grazed the shaft, driving the man above wild.
Gaara dug his fingers into your hair, mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Saliva dripped down his chin as he screamed again, giving in to the endless waves of delight. Your mouth was heavenly against his manhood, making him struggle not to attack you in gratification. "Ki-Kida," he mumbled through the gasps, clenching his eyes shut.
"Hm," you said around your current distraction.
"I..." He moaned loudly. "I'm coming..." You smiled again, teasing his inner thighs with your fingers. Gaara's back arched again, this time more violently than before. A thick, tepid liquid poured into your mouth quickly, making you want to gag at first. Slowly, you sat up, looking the sweating man in the eyes. His irises shook with happiness and more need, a hand reaching out to stroke your leg thankfully. You felt the semen run down your chin, sticky and slightly uncomfortable. You swallowed the fluid quickly, licking your lips. Gaara sucked in a deep breath and beckoned you closer.
"Yes," you said once you were mere inches from his face.
"Get on me," he said quietly, still struggling for air. You smiled lightly and kneeled over him. His now-cooler hands held tightly to your waist, gripping with an overwhelming force that made you cringe inwardly. Your opening was very close to his tip, you noted with a small smirk. Gaara watched your own fluid drip down onto him, making his mind spin with intense need. He slammed your body down on him, hearing you cry out in shock. His penis pumped in and out of you at a moderate pace, seeing as he was already too tired to go faster. You rolled your head around on your shoulders, pushing your ivory bangs out of your face. You stared down at the man below you as you gasped for breath. He filled you almost to your limits, stretching you in a seemingly impossible way. His deep red hair looked gorgeous against the pale pillow, eliciting a smile from your mouth. You placed your palms flat on his sweating chest for balance, letting his thrusts rock your body.
Inside your head, Akanee smirked, her glistening fangs visible in the darkness. You frowned at her sudden appearance, wondering why she was there. "Master," she said in her low, rough voice.
"Yes," you mumbled, eyes closing as more pressure built up in your core.
"Beware the danger." You scowled.
"Wha-"
"Just beware." She smiled like a sadist and slid out of your thoughts. You blinked slowly, feeling Gaara tense.
"Kida," he muttered, opening his eyes.
"Yes."
"Get off me..." You nodded softly and slid him out of you, feeling your back arch slightly. You came onto your hands, taking deep breaths. He watched the clear fluid drip onto the sheets, rubbing a hand up and down his shaft. His own back arched wildly for a split second before he relaxed, coming as well. You smiled to yourself, in the midst of thinking. Gaara lay very still and breathed, watching you crouch on his bed, naked in the moonlight. Your long waves of sable hair cascaded down your body and to the mattress, and your white bangs framed your face in the most angelic way. The ears that adorned your head and the tail that adorned your back were silky looking and shone slightly in the dim light.
The two of you smiled, looking at each other in a caring fashion.
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Deidara kneeled quietly on the rooftop, looking in through the window. If they were gonna house the Kazekage in a normal house, than they might as well give it some security, Deidara reasoned, smiling. Sasori sat on the opposite side of the roof, looking in through another window. You were sitting on the bed, legs swung over the side. Beside you lay the Kazekage, sleeping lightly. "I guess it isn't dangerous for him to sleep with anther demon around," he whispered to himself, pondering the scene. You had on a long, gray kimono which was tied tightly around your waist with a wide black ribbon.
Deidara reached out and let a centipede crawl out of his palm-mouth and onto the window pane. He lifted two fingers to his lips, smiling behind them. "Katsu," he mumbled, looking through the glass at Sasori in the other facing window. The centipede exploded, sending tiny shards of glass in every direction.
You snapped your gaze to the window where you saw the blond climbing through, a wide smile scrawled across his cheeks. You stood, almost tripping over something on the ground, totally unprepared to fight. Deidara looked past your shoulder at something, prompting you to do the same. Your eyes caught sight of Gaara in the grasp of a large being wearing a black cloak. Sasori stepped around the thing, a serene look on his face. "Got him," he said softly, tilting his head slightly. You gasped and swung around to meet Deidara's arm.
"Gotcha," the teen said happily, grabbing both your wrists in his hands. You attempted to rip yourself out of his grasp, to no avail. He chuckled lightly, mouth by your ear. "Come with us, un," he asked in a politely smooth tone. You grimaced, still staring at Sasori and his creature, with a struggling Gaara in its grasp. The redhead smiled very unnoticeably, walking toward you.
"Kida Ookamiko," he said in a subdued voice, looking you in the eye, "we'll make a deal with you." You eyed him warily. "You either let us take you or him." There was a deafening silence as you glanced between him and Deidara and back to between him and Gaara.
"W-Why?" Outside the door, Sabbath growled, smelling the intruders.
"Both of you carry demons that are necessary to our organization's goals," the redhead replied patiently. You stared past him at the thing that was holding the angry Gaara back.
"What is that... thing?" He turned to look at the said object, eyes softening slightly when he looked at you again.
"A puppet." You blinked your glimmering eyes, confused and losing hope. A... puppet?
"Sasori-danna's also a puppet, un," the blond said, his voice loud next to your ear. You flinched, feeling something wet swipe at your wrists. Sabbath growled again, slamming her body against the door. Gaara muttered something under his breath, eyes blazing.
"Let her go!" he yelled angrily, struggling against the wooden bonds of the human-like puppet.
"No chance, unless she lets us take you, un," Deidara said smugly, nuzzling the back of your neck with his nose mockingly. You froze at the touch, cursing yourself in your head. Sasori frowned, feeling jealousy well up in his chest.
"Let's just go," he said plainly, eyeing the seething Kazekage.
"But I'm having fun," the blond whined with a large eye.
"Yes, but we got the stronger demon already." He looked pointedly at you, catching your gaze. You stared into his maroon irises for a long moment, feeling helpless.
"No! Don't you dare take her with you!" Deidara looked at Gaara joyously.
"Oh well. Let's go, Sasori-danna." The redhead nodded shortly, moving his fingers the slightest bit. The puppet that confined Gaara reached out with a spindly hand and whacked him in the neck, making him go limp.
"Gaara..." you murmured, frowning. Deidara smiled widely, pulling you out the window with him. Sasori eyed the door, where the sound of an angry wolf vibrated the door. He looked around the room once more, picked up your sword from a nearby chair and hopped out the window, taking his puppet with him.
Well, romance stories always do have happy endings...
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Look! It's... fanservice!...
Heya! Yeah, it was a little sketchy at the end, and I might make a second part, but I don't know. Anywho, I really hoped you enjoyed it... lots. Rate and message!
~Panda
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