Naruto fanfiction
Even the Cold Burns - Chapter Four
[Gaara's POV]
I definately gave him the right nickname. Amai, sweet. I can still taste his blood in my mouth and I am loving it.
But only one thing is standing in my way of me and my beloved....
Uchiha Sasuke.
I had my little kitsune in the right place, oh did I ever. Sweet, sweet contact... His back was fully pressed against my front. Torso to torso, hips to hips, neck to neck, my arms wrapped around his chest. It felt like heaven.
But I think he was a little bit surprised to find that I had become aroused by our little... foreplay, if you will. The demon inside me makes me go through things a bit faster than normal boys would. I had thrust my hips into his backside slightly, suggestively, and he started to panic. When he did that, it created the most pleasurable friction onto my groin. I had nearly moaned aloud, and if I hadn't bitten him, I think I would have. But his blood was almost too sweet to be blood. I just couldn't help but lap it up. Now I had marked him as my own.
He continued to wriggle but he couldn't get away from me. After he was too tired to struggle anymore, I was planning to bring him back to my 'new house' and there he would stay until I was ready to leave. Which would be just after the Chunin exams. And he would leave with me, his consent or not.
But then, HE came. That accursed boy, the Uchiha. He had snapped a twig in his haste to get to my Naruto and had gotten my attention instantly. I had looked over, in mid-lick, and saw him standing there, eyes wide and angry. My eyes had narrowed and I released my hold on Naruto, letting him slump to the ground. I growled before I backed up and gave a muttered, "Ahou," before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
I then landed on a nearby branch, to watch what Uchiha would do. The boy immediately went to my kitsune's side and shook his shoulders. I gritted my teeth and seethed; no one was allowed to touch him! He was mine...
Their lips were suddenly moving and I strained my ears to be able to make out what they were saying.
"-out of his grip on me-- I didn't know what to do--!!" That was Naruto's voice, a bit panicked. He looked into the face of Uchiha. The darker one looked angry. He then reached out his hand and stroked along the kit's neck. Jealousy ran through my veins like a drug. I listened again when Uchiha started to speak.
"Naruto," I heard him say, "I promise you, I will protect you from Gaara. I swear it." I snorted slightly. Him? Protect Naruto from me? Not even if a ball of snow survived with Hades. Naruto was mine, whether HE accepted it or not.
Fire coursing through my veins, I lept from the tree and proceeded to go back into the house. It was out of pure luck that the elderly lady I had killed was the one who always cleaned the stream up every other day. I was merely meditating when I had felt the blonde's chakra. I had immediately gotten to my feet to search for him.
It had been just my good fortune that his whole team was with him, as well.
He had gone off on his own, into the forest. I had smirked at my own fortune; him, totally alone, and extremely close to me. What more could I have asked for? I had then pounced. You know the rest of what happened.
I sneered as Uchiha left with Naruto. My eyes narrowed as I watched him put his arm around the kit's shoulders. How badly I had I wanted to simply throw a shuriken and end his pathetic life? Quite a bit. It seemed that he had a lot to learn in the ways of love. Naruto was mine. He had no right to simply do as he pleased to the boy! He needs to learn a lesson, the hard way.....
The rest of my day was spent thinking murderous thoughts about Uchiha. He must have been the one the fortune teller warned me about. He would NOT get Naruto. The kitsune belonged to me.
Night fell sooner then I anticipated. I had been hoping to be able to hunt for food before it became dark. Oh well. I must go and warn the Uchiha. He will not be touching Naruto any longer. For if he does, I will be forced to take action.
It took me longer then I thought it would to find where he lived. I assumed that Naruto was staying with him because the kitsune wasn't at his own residence, and there was only so many places that he could stay. It was quite sad how the people hated him, because of the power that they were afraid of. But that is the way of the world; people will always fear what they do not know about, thus spitting upon it and loathing it.
But I would not, no, will not do that to my precious kit, for we are alike. We have many differences, and yet it is that one similarity that binds us together forever. I believe it was a thing called destiny that placed us together.
Now, I must get back to the task at hand...
I saw him through the window of his home from my position on the building beside it. He was reading, a book on tactics if my eyes proved correct, which they always were. There was only a little bit of light resonating from a lantern beside him, but as far as I could tell, the window was open. Perfect.
I leapt, landing soundlessly on the small window sill, yet he knew I was there regardless.
"What do you want?" he asked, not looking up from his book, his voice carrying a trace of hatred. For me, obviously.
"You know exactly what I want," was my reply. "I want him, Uchiha. My Naruto."
He glared at me suddenly, his book on the floor, him on his feet. I was unfazed. I was expecting as much. He was about two feet from where I crouched before he spoke again. "He is not yours, Gaara," he spat. "He never was, and never will be." If it was possible, his glare intensified.
"So he is yours?" I mocked him.
He lowered his head. "He's no one's, unless he gives himself to them."
I broke out into laughter. Dark, malicious laughter that sent a chill down the Uchiha's spine. I could tell. No one shivers unless it does. "You just do not get it, do you? Him and me, we are the same. That is why we are meant to be. I will have him, his consent or no, and he will be with me forever. That is the way it will be."
His head snapped up and I swore I could see a change happening in his eyes. I would have raised an eyebrow, if I had one to raise.
"Yes?" I taunted. "Is something the matter?"
"If you touch him again, I will see to it myself that you never live to see another day." I could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant it. I simply smirked. I found this situation so amusing.
"Funny," I stated. "I was going to say the same thing to you." My smirk disappeared and I glared at him. "So let that be your warning. Touch what is mine once more, and you will face the wrath of the Sand. It is something that you will not want to see." With that said, I leapt from the sill and into the night to hunt.
I felt his eyes following me the entire time.
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