Red

(A/N: I am currently sitting on the bathroom floor writing, cuz I wanted to listen to music, and couldn`t find my headphones.. oh I live for music(and yaoi ;P.) )




Waves roll over little grains that dance in the current, flowing over the beach and swallowing it, before they rush back into the awaiting ocean. White foam left in their tracks. Creating patterns in the sand.

If he stick out his tounge he can taste the salt in the air. Soul cleansing air.. the wind is ghosting over pale shoulders, making goose bumps stand out on his bare skin. He shivers before he snuggles closer down into the little sand nest he has made. For some reason he feels
safer here than he has felt since the day he woke up.

The day he woke up to world a so foreign and hostile he wished he could go back to sleep. To just shut his eyes and drift of to a new world million miles away from here, a world he knew, and never wake up again. He shivers again, but ignores it. He feels like an empty shell, only a screaming monster resides within. A monster he has learned to ignore, and as each day pass the mocking voice grow smaller. And is now only a tiny whisper echoing in his mind.

He`s been sitting in this same spot for two days straight now.. watching the world pass by. Ignoring his bodys scream for food, water and heat. He is sick, but don`t care. Why should he care? He has nothing.... no one to live for.

He was released from the hospital over a week ago, and for the first dour days out in freedom he wandered the filthy streets of Konoha. Hoping someone would recognize him, but he had no such luck. And he didn`t find anything familiar looking. Nothing quirked his dead memory. Streets long forgotten was searched, and places so unfamiliar to him now, was visited.

The only response he had gotten from the world so far was foul looks now and then, but nothing more. He had asked people if they knew him, but no one did, or admitted to it anyway, sometimes he would see fear in their eyes when he asked, but he nimbly wondered if he imagined it.. so he wandered on, asking no more questions.

But then there was the boy, he frowned to himself, he didn`t understand...

He had seen one of the citys many lost souls standing on a street corner looking all but healthy. Gaara had approached him. At first the boy didn`t even notice him, his eyes had this glassy look.. like he wasn`t present in this dimension, but had drifted of to somewhere else.

But when gaara reached out and gently nudged his shoulder, the boy had lifted his eyelids just enough to see him, and the moment he actually saw him. He had screamed. A heart wrenching scream, before he had dropped to his knees and started crying. Mumbling incoherent to himself. "No,no! Please.. I-I`ll get you your money..j-just please give me a couple more days. I`m working now, see.. so please.. " the whole boys frame was shaking and he was sobbing into the dirt.

"Y-you know me?"

Then the boy had looked up, shock in his face. His eyes wide, tears still running.. he stayed silent for a while mumbling something like.." So it`s true.." before he shook his head violently. "N-no. I`m so sorry. I`m sorry.. I`m so high right now.. I`m sorry, I thought you were someone else. Please don`t mind me..I`m just too high right now..I-I thought you were someone else.."

Gaara hadn`t said anything to this. Some part of him told him that the boy had lied, but he didn`t like the aura coming from this boy, this broken aura sickening him. How could anyone sink this far down, so far down he was beyond dead, a zombie? So he backed away. Later he regretted this. What if he had pressed on? Asked the boy more... maybe he could have found out more about his past. But why had the boy been so scared? Maybe... just maybe the real him, was the demon locked within?

Gaara didn`t want to think about that. The monster was a liar anyways. He didn`t help him.. wouldn`t help him...

He had killed a girl on his second day on the streets, for the monster. She had been standing on one of the street corners. Gaara had been intrigued by her beauty. Raven black hair flowed down to her ass.. she was only wearing a black bikini top and a miniskirt so short you could see her ass cheeks. Her black high heeled boots reaching her upper thigh.

He had only ment to ask her, if maybe she knew who he was, like he did to all the other strangers on the street. But she had been so ignorant to the question.. she had the same empty eyes as the boy. The devil coursing through her veins.. but then those eyes had lit up, as if she had remembered something. And her sweet sweet voice had asked him if he wanted to play. If that was what he really wanted. Because silly him didn`t need to ask so akward.

He hadn`t known what to say to that.. so he had just nodded his head. And then, she had taken his hand and led him into the backstreet, into the shadows, behind a green dumpster. It smelled foul there. rotten..the kind of stench that lingers in your clothes. She had turned around here, spread her leggs and hiked her skirt up.. revealing a glistening pink pussy to him.

He didn`t do anything, he just stood there, watching her finger herself , talking dirty to him."Come on baby, don`t be affraid. This is what you wanted right? You rotten snake.. come on.. it`s okay, you can do whatever you want baby. I`m a real cheap slut you know, fuck me like the whore I am. You know you don`t have to pay, just fuck me." The blood coursed through his veins, faster, faster.. blood lust coming to the surface. His monster bubbling inside his head `kill her..slit her throat.Listen to the way that dirty whore talks to you, it`s almost like she want`s it..kill her!` So he did..

A broken vine bottle was lying not far from her, by her feet. Broken in two, with sharp unruly edges. He had walked over and bent down to pick up the top part, his hand brushing against her long feet on the way down. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she pressed closer to him..panting as she did so. "You know, I always wanted to fuck a snake." She giggeled at her joke and wiggeled her ass suggestively. He stood up and squeezed her ass once before he leaned in and licked her ear. "I`m no snake, just a monster.." He pressed the green glass against her alabaster skin and eased the glass in, she didn`t even flinch as the dark liquid seeped down her breasts. Her breath coming out in strangled puffs as the red liquid ran down into her lungs.. her body shaking in spasms as the last drop was spilled. He tasted the blood, the sharp metallic tang thrilling his monster, howling in pleasure..

But the monster had lied.. had still refused to tell him who he was... after the kill, the monster had subsided, and didn`t talk to him. Only humming and giggeling. Obviously finding the blinding confusion engulfing his host much to thrilling to end.

The sun creeps up the horizon, making hidden crystals in the ocean sparkle with each step up the red sky. Casting warming rays on Gaaras chilled skin. His normally pale skin, an angry red in his neck and upper arms from the burning sun, his lipps chapped and throat parched.

The sound of barking dogs catches his attention and he turns his head towards the sound. But there is no image to match. He can only see the seagulls walking lazily around the sandbanks. Then he sees it, the little mutt, followed by three, no four other bigger dogs. They are all playing around. Barking at each other, rolling in the sand and yapping in bliss.

The little one though, it seems to have found an interest in him, and is storming towards him as fast as his little feet can carry him.It suddenly comes to an abrupt halt, skidding on the loose sand, only inches away from him. His little nose sniffing the air around him. He looks so happy, his little tail wagging back and forth, brown eyes glowing. Looking intently at the stranger before him. His whole body jumping in excitement now and then, as he has found something new on the familiar beach.

Gaara offers him a hand, and the little dog laugh in his own dog language and licks the fingers all over. Snuggling his head on Gaaras cold skin, loving the attention, and soon Gaara is surrounded by attention seeking, oh so happy, dogs. Four at once leaning in on him, licking his hands, his face, one even tries to lick his shoes. So happy.. so, so happy to have found a new friend. (1)

"Pakkun!" Gaaras head twist towards the sound and see a familiar mop of silver hair runnnig towards him.. two other dogs running blissfully around his feet. The mismatched eyes widen in shock as he recognize his dogs new toy. The frail form sitting in the sand, globbered by four, no... now five of his dogs.. is Red-kun.

The lost angel from the hospital, and he looks, if possible, even worse than the day he arrived. But it doesn`t matter, he is alive. And Kakashi knows then, that he just have to bring him home. Just like he knew the first time he saw Pakkun, and all the others of his beloved dogs..
`oh god, I`m comparing him to a dog..`

"Red-kun, how nice to see you.You disappeared from the hospital so fast I never had the opportunity to talk to you again.`

the boy sitting in the sand, doesn`t answer, he just strares at Kakashi with those eyes, that amazing pair of jade, no teal eyes. Tired eyes, he notice.. the black around the rim even more profound now.

Kakashi sigh and sitts down next to Red-kun, the cold sand hard against his warm skin. he can see Reds skin now, a sheet of fever hanging heavily over him. he reach out a hand and putts his palm against Reds cheek. The skin burning hot, despite the cold wind.

"oh my, youre sick Red. How long have you been sitting here?"

"...."

"Come on, you can`t stay here.." Kakashi rise up and offers the boy a hand, but still no response. Red has taken to pet a wery happy Pakkun with languid strokes to his beige fur. Not responding to Kakashi s pleas for attention.

Gaara feels a strong hand wrap around his right bicep with demanding, but not hurting force. "Either you come willingly, or I`ll force you.. " Kakashis voice is stern.

"Where should I go then? Back to the hospital? I`ll rather die.. I don`t belong here. I don`t belong in this world. I`m..." Gaara stops himself. He can`t tell Kakashi what he is. Or what he did to that girl.

Kakashi doesn`t say anything, he just tuggs Gaaras hand carefully.

"come on, youre staying with me." Kakashi leaves no room for argument as he pulls the tired boy to his feet.

Gaara rises carefully, his joints heavy and stiff. His muscles cramping as he stands for the first time in fourty eight hours, the world is swimming around him. and then he fades out and feel his soul fall into the back of his skull.



(1) I absoulutely love dogs..

come on people R&R!!! Why? why don`t you R&R? Am I scary? Haha..yes I know. I begging, and it`s pathetic. But thats just the way I am.
Hehe.. so if you want any kaka/Gaara lemons.. R&R!!! You can even flame me..