Naruto fanfiction
Even the Cold Burns - Chapter Eight
[Sasuke's POV]
How did I know that he was in danger? This I kept asking myself as I raced up with forested hillside, towards where my intuition was telling me Naruto was.
I was sitting at home, trying to read (thoughts of the kiss still fresh in my mind) when I suddenly felt a chill run deep into my being. I was overcome with an image of Naruto, shackled to a wall, a hovering dark shadow looming over him. I glanced around to see if anyone was feeding me this vision but I could find none. All I knew at that moment was that my precious person was in danger.
Rushing out of my house, I closed my eyes and concentrated on finding his chakra. I found it, heading up a hillside outside the village. I raced to get out there.
I cursed myself because it took me well over ten minutes to find him. I got lost for a brief moment, but a moan drew my attention in the right direction. My ears perked up when they heard my own name.
"S-Sasuke..!! Y-yamero!!! Please, stop.....!! I don't want this..!!!"
My eyes widened. Me?! How could..?
Gaara. He's doing this.
I looked around a bit more and found Naruto. And Gaara as me. My eyes narrowed in rage as I saw what he was doing to my Naruto. I could feel the Sharingan in my eyes get ready for a battle. That bastard had NO right to be doing that to Naruto in MY body! He wasn't aloud to have Naruto pushed up to a tree like that... And what the hell?!? Was Gaara kissing his neck?!? Holy hells, what does he think he is, seventeen?! I swear, that kid has the libido of a rabbit...
The bastard finally removed his mouth from Naruto. Yet I still couldn't move until he was back in his original form. It would confuse Naruto to no end to think that there were two me's. And if Naruto had to pick one of us, that would be a predicament. Naruto sighed and offered a brief thanks. He tried to move, but my copy wouldn't let him. The blonde tenshi* looked fearful.
Gaara/me smirked. "You may not want it, Little One, but I really do. Quite a bit, actually." Was he planning on raping Naruto?! He'd better not be, or there will be hell to pay... The little shit will never get another chance to even LOOK at my Naruto-chan. I surprised myself. Chan?
Gaara/me continued. "Because I'm not the Sasuke you want me to be." With a poof of smoke, Gaara was himself again, gourd strapped to his back and all.
Naruto panicked. "G-Gaara?!? Wh-what the?!?!?! Lemme go!!!!" he cried. I wanted to move, oh how badly I wanted to, but my legs seemed frozen in place. Rage was shaped like flames around me as I witnessed Gaara rubbing his head into Naruto's neck. All I wanted to do at that moment was rip his head off and shove it up his ass but still I couldn't move. When Naruto whimpered, it had to be a god that held me back.
He whispered something to my precious one causing him to whimper again. It added a fuel to the flame of rage. His hand seemed to ghost across the kitsune's neck, before pressing down swiftly. Naruto slumped over and Gaara simply threw him over his shoulder and stared to move even further away from the village.
I finally ripped my legs from the ground and shot out to stand in front of Gaara, blocking his path. I glared at him, knowing that my Sharingan was plainly visible.
I growled. "Put him down, Gaara."
"Let's think on that..." he sneered at me. "Never. He's mine." His one arm around Naruto seemed to tighten its grip.
"He is NOT yours, nor will he ever be." I moved to a fighting position and readied for battle. "I told you that if you touched him again, you wouldn't live to see another day."
He snorted. "Are you threatening me?" He laughed, as if the very idea was funny.
I glared hard. "Don't take me lightly. Or I'll kick your ass."
He stopped laughing and glared back. He moved Naruto into his arms and set him down softly on a patch of moss. He didn't want to move his fingers it seemed, but he wouldn't touch Naruto again after this night. He stood up again and faced me. He glanced at Naruto again then moved away again. I took one last glance at Naruto as well, before following him deep into the forest.
"I do not wish to disturb the Sweet One," I heard Gaara say softly. I could understand that; Naruto looked like a tenshi when he slept.
We walked a ways before he turned and looked at me in the eyes. "If you wish to fight me, we will have a battle to the death." He smirked. "Unless Naruto doesn't mean all that much to you and you're afraid. Because in that case, I think I'll just take Naruto back to the Sand with me now. Screw the chuunin exam, I can take it next year."
"Enough talk," I stated. I wanted Gaara dead NOW. I didn't want him to still be alive when Naruto awoke. After this fight I would take Naruto home and tell him how I feel. Then I would apologize to him for not keeping my promise to protect him.
I fell into a back stance and faced him, glaring. He too fell into a fighting stance, an odd one in which I have never seen before. He was in a forward stance, yet his hands were in shudo's (A/N: kinda like when you go to chop something). I shook my head and lunged towards him with killer intent. I aimed a punch at his head but he blocked it.
Suddenly, we were off, kicking and punching each other like there was no tomorrow. Finally, after many a blocks and punches, I managed to land a kick to his side. What I thought was his side anyway. As I looked closely, I saw a small layer of sand covering the place where my foot connected, almost, with his side. He smirked at me and motioned to his gourd with an elbow. My eyes widened. The sand came from inside the gourd on his back!!
Using my super speed, I got to face his back and aimed a kick at the clay jar strapped to his back. He blocked the strike, but jumped away from me to glare. His eyes told me to back the fuck off, but of course I wouldn't now that I knew how important it is to him.
We kept on fighting and I kept on trying to smash that gourd. But everytime I would get close, he would block the attack and get even more pissed off. He managed to land a punch right to my jaw, which made it crack. I stumbled backwards. I put my hand to my jaw and felt a warm liquid. Pulling my hand back I saw that it was blood. My blood. Damn!
I lunged at him again and again aimed a kick at his gourd. He once again blocked it and turned to punch me in the face. I knocked his hand out of the way and kicked him in the chest. He seemed winded so I hit him on the back of the neck with a fist. He swayed forward and fell to his knees. I moved to hit him on the back but his hand came up and grabbed my wrist. He then stood up and flung me across the clearing. I grunted as I hit the ground.
My right leg nearly gave way as I got up. I couldn't go down now! I couldn't let Naruto down like that, I HAD to keep fighting, if not for myself then for him! I love him.
Vigor renewed, I lunged forward again. My arm came out to strike Gaara but he swerved out of the way. I cursed him.
He landed another hit to my face. My jaw felt like it was going to fall off, but I didn't care. All that mattered was winning this fight so I could finally tell Naruto. I had to tell him, so I couldn't die!! I wouldn't die.... I still had to kill my brother as well. I couldn't let that go either.
Another burst of speed came to me, and I don't think he was expecting it. The look on his face proved that. I got behind him again and managed to land a kick to his gourd. It made a sickening cracking sound. Gaara froze and looked back over his shoulder to where I kicked that fruit shaped thing. I was surprised to see a large crack forming, small pieces falling from it.
Gaara looked homicidal.
He came at me like a rabid wolf. His eyes started to sprout tiny veins, and he snarled as he lunged at me. He grabbed me by the throat and picked me up off my feet. His eyes never left mine as he spoke to me menacingly.
"Never touch this gourd, EVER!!" he snarled. "Just for that, I am going to make your precious Naruto suffer. As much as I love him, I love watching you writhe even more..."
My eyes widened and I kicked at his arm. He dropped me and punched him in the face. "Don't you ever threaten Naruto in front of me. You don't really love him; he's just an obsession of yours, something that you wish to possess. An obsession that will end NOW!" I went to punch but it got deflected.
He held onto my arm as his foot came upward towards my chest.
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*=angel
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