Kyuubi

The shot made Gaara jerk in surprise. Making the demon startle, blue eyes going wide before a second shot was made seconds after the first.



Kyuubi stumbled back, his clawed hand automatically flying to his stomach where the first sting had hit him like a burning bullet. The second shot got stuck in his shin, sending fire through his veins, constricting his heart. A soaring pain fighting down the pulses of energy he was releasing in quick intervals in an attempt to fight back the numbing heat overpowering him. He tried to stretch his mouth into a snarling smile, but found that the muscles was going slack, refusing to follow his wants, what the hell was this? He felt confused as he stumbled back, his legs getting heavy, a distinct nausea drifting into him.



He felt it when he tumbled down over a dresser, dragging it with him as he crashed to the floor. The connection with Sasukes mind broke. That little string that pulled the raven towards him snapping like an angry whip. Kyuubi had to use every ounce of energy left in an attempt to break free from the settling fog. ‘What the hell is this?’ He knew that that was what he was trying to say. But what came out sounded more like a moan of “Hell”. Fitting really, since that was where these puny humans would be going as soon as his energy wore down the drugs. Yes, he understood it now. Now that he had managed to turn his head down just enough to see the red dart sticking out from his stomach. “Fuck..” Silly, silly humans. Did they really think they could keep him out of it for long? Long enough to run.



He felt drowsy, eyes drooping low. The room was turning a dimming grey around him. The colour of nausea and sickness.



Already now; while losing consciousness, feeling himself losing control over his vessel, while he felt how the other desperately tried to claw himself back up to the surface off his own consciousness. Already now - he could feel his energy beating the drugs, his demonic powers wearing it down ten times faster than any of the dogs this was meant for.



“Idiots!”



He felt a slight of triumph when he managed to say that single word with a smiling snarl before he let himself fall free.



Gaara whirled around the second he saw the demons eyes lull back, a shudder going through the limp body before it fell silent.



He spotted Kiba on the floor. The boy looked worse than ever. So fucking broken. The skin on his back turning a sickening yellow, with liquid running from open gashes, the skin sweltering. There was a dart gun in his limp hand, and Gaara couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of admiration for the boy. Through it all, despite the immense pain he could see so clearly on Kibas face, he had managed to crawl his way over to a black hard plastic case standing by the bed.



He had somehow.. managed to get a dart gun out, loaded it.. and sent two of the tranquillizers into the demon. And now, he was loading up the gun with a new round with his clumsy fingers. Tears streaming down his swollen face. He was cursing loudly, shaking.



Gaara glanced over to the limp body on the floor, making sure it was still there.. still not moving.



He had this nagging feeling that it was suddenly going to jump up and bite of his legs if he turned and walked away, but he forced himself to do just that after that one glance. Turn away and grit his teeth, taking a shallow breath while chanting a little happy chant in his head ;- before he walked over to the broken boy sitting awkwardly on the floor, fiddling desperately with the gun while he sobbed.



Gaara crouched down beside him, unsure of what to say. Gaara had never been good with things like these.. feelings and such. He knew he should say something to Kiba, do something. But what? One thing was for sure, they needed to get out.. before the smoke hanging in the room made Sasuke or Kiba faint. Gaara tugged his hoodie more secure over his nose. Scrunching his watering eyes as he looked over to Sasuke.



Sasuke was staring at the unconscious demon. A look of loss etched into his face. A soft murmuring slipping from his lips. “But-but why did he shoot him? It wasn’t.. It was Na.. oh god, he was so close.. I almost had him, almost.. I-I don’t know. What happened? He.. he was so close. I almost had him. Did he.. what?” Black eyes turned to Gaara, anger and confusion so clear in them, but he seemed to realize something when he saw Kiba. Something important. His eyes cleared and he shook his head, once, twice... “Oh god! Kiba..”



Kiba didn’t resist it when Sasuke kneeled down next to him and took the gun from him. Loading it for him. He watched Sasuke work the gun, loading it while being careful not to nick himself with the needle sharp points of the black darts.



“You need to keep pumping him full with these...I don’t know how long they will keep him out. Probably not long. And I only have four left..I would have taken one myself if I had more left.” Kiba shook his head, sniffling hard, moaning out in pain when he tried to roll over to lie on his side, sobbing, coughing violently into his hands. “I’m so fucking stupid Sasuke.. so, so fucking stupid. I should have listened to you. Fuck! even Akamaru tried to warn me. But I just had to go and listen to my dick. I should have seen that that thing there...” He gestured over to the still blond on the floor. “....wasn’t Naruto. Naruto wouldn’t want me..he always wanted you. You know that? He-he had the biggest crush.” A new scream tore it’s way from his sore throat when he tried to sit up. Sasuke shhh`ed him silently, his hands automatically shooting up to support him, but he remembered in time. Leaving his arm to just hover over Kibas shoulder, not knowing where it would be ok to touch.



A violent coughing fit tore it way through Kiba’s lungs, seconds before Sasuke felt himself spit out violent mouthfuls of air, coughing hard.



First now he noticed the heavy black smoke hanging in the room, seeping into his lungs with every breath. He looked over to Gaara, the redhead had pulled his sweater up to cover his mouth, and Sasuke couldn’t remember if it had been like that earlier. He swallowed thickly, bitter with the knowledge that the demon had managed to pull him under again. “We need to get out in fresh air..” His throat was tickling in an uneasy way, making his palate ** shudder in distress.



They had to go two trips. Taking Kiba and the dart gun on the first, carrying him so, so carefully between them. Sasuke had taken a clean sheet from the closet and let it soak with water from the hose before he carefully wrapped it around Kibas torso, knowing all too well that he was very vulnerable for infections in the leaking gashes of his back. But Kiba said it didn’t hurt that much. Not really, not in the middle anyway.. said that it hurt more on the outer sides of his back and on his hands.. down his thighs. Where the skin was blistering and leaking a clear fluid.



Sasuke knew that the black skin covering his friends back didn’t hurt because the nerves were dead, but he didn’t say it. Kiba probably knew too.



The second trip was far more nerve wrecking than the first.



The demon lay so, so still on the floor.



Gaara was just waiting for the fucker to jump him. So he kept his gun steadily aimed at the blonde’s head. He didn’t care what the demon had said about only killing Naruto, not the demon itself. But why the hell should he care? Gaara had no relations to Naruto. All he wanted, was to give this demon a hard time. Payback for the hell he had gone through a couple of summers ago. But, he had to admit that really truly exorcising the damned thing would be the best thing. He frowned when he noticed the demons mouth move.. ever so slightly. A hushed whisper going unnoticed by Sasuke.



The raven was looking for something to tie the demon with. Gaara didn’t know why he even bothered. It wasn’t like it was going to help if the damned thing woke up... but if it made Sasuke feel better about the whole situation, Gaara wasn’t going to deny him that.



Sasuke nearly threw himself on the floor when he had managed to rip out the cord from Kiba’s clock radio. Doing quick work tying Naruto’s hands together. “Fucking shit” he cursed when he couldn’t seem to get the knot right, not strong enough. The cord was too thick to really tie hard. So he moved down even closer, knitting his eyebrows in concentration while he tried to keep his coughing fits back, desperately working with the cord.



He froze when he heard a soft murmur.. “Jiraiya.. call Jiraiya, Orochimaru.”



He jumped back while he stared at Gaara, feeling instant anger when he noticed that Gaara was holding his real gun aimed at Naruto, not the dart gun like they had agreed. He didn’t have time to yell at the red-head though. Not when a new murmur was heard. “Dad...save..dad.”



Sasuke was staring transfixed at Naruto, a shudder travelling through him. `His dad? Oh god.. Naruto’s parents!` Why hadn’t he thought about that?



‘Shit, shit, shit,` Sasuke huffed angrily before he tossed the fucking cord in a corner, giving up getting a real knot. The ambulance would be here soon, and he really didn’t feel like having to explain why someone had tried to have a barbeque in Kibas room, with Kiba as the main course.. ‘And why is Gaara still aiming at Naruto with the real gun?’ “Gaara.. change the fucking guns.. you can shoot him when we’ve used up all the darts, alright?” He heard Gaara curse before there was some fiddling, and Sasuke knew he was changing the guns. He glanced back to confirm that, indeed- Gaara was now aiming the dart gun at his friend, and not a loaded semi automatic.



“What is holding you up Sasuke? Get him the fuck out of here, I’m not too keen being trapped in a small space with him if he wakes up, and this smoke is really starting to fuck up my vision.”



“He’s talking..”



“Huh?” Gaara frowned, taking a step closer.. and indeed, the blonde’s lips were moving slowly. His face still slack, like in sleep. “He’s sleep talking? I don’t think that should be even possible on strong tranqs , maybe we should hit him with a new one?”



“Well..this is Naruto..” Sasuke said, like that explained everything while he bent down to pick the blonde’s body up from the floor. Gaara just shook his head before he went over to the window. Gun aimed at the blondie in Sasuke’s arms. “No.. don’t shoot him yet, wait till he’s almost awake.. that way we’ll have longer..we need to get him to Jiraiya’s, and that’s a two hour ride from here.”



Naruto felt so light in his arms, with his head resting on Sasuke’s shoulder, a soft breath washing over the sensitive skin just over his pulse. There was something highly unnerving about having those canine sharp teeth so close to his throat that made him shudder slightly as he adjusted Naruto’s weight in his arms. Naruto was still murmuring .The voice was silent, almost not audible.. but Sasuke could hear it. It was murmuring the same thing in a slow mantra, repeating the same words.. “Jiraiya, call Jiraiya.. Orochimaru, Jiraiya, call Jiraiya, Orochimaru.”



They could hear sirens in the distance when they rounded the corner of the house. The dogs were still barking, pacing back and forth in their pens.. One, the one from the open pen, had walked over to Kiba’s sobbing form and was licking gently at his master’s face while whimpering. Desperately trying to soothe him. Ears lying flat against it’s head. Almost like it was begging Kiba to stop crying.



Sasuke moved swiftly to Gaara’s car, dumping the blonde in the backseat before he ran over to Kiba, Gaara was starting up the engine. “Kiba.. the paramedics are here soon, just.. please. Don’t tell them what happened. Okay? Remember that that thing is not Naruto. But Naruto is the one who’ll get jail time if they find out just what happened.”



“Don’t even fucking tell me this.. you think I don’t know? I’d never sell him out like that.. just, please.. fix him okay?” Kiba was too tired to really sound insulted. His voice was hoarse, scraped.. Sasuke just nodded in response before he ran into the car. The tires spitting gravel as Gaara floored the pedal, zooming past the paramedics. Gaara knew he’d get questions later.. if they managed to get his car plates down. But he didn’t care. He knew Kiba would say he had only helped him.. besides, he already had a record for being dodgy and on edge, they’d understand why he hadn’t wanted to talk to them. Hopefully.



Right now.. they needed to focus on the situation. The demon was already stirring in the backseat. And it had only been ten minutes since they shot him up with two rounds. ‘Shit!’ the second the demon started laughing Sasuke stabbed him in the foot with a needle. Chills ran up his spine when the demon murmured.. “Three down.. three to go. Then.. I’ll play.”



They needed to get to Jiraiya’s.. and fast.



“Gaara, do you have anyone you trust? Someone that can go to Naruto’s house and check if his parents are there? Someone that will know what to do if..” Sasuke shook his head. The smiling faces of Naruto’s parents floating to the front of his mind. He couldn’t think that.. oh god.. what the demon could have done to them. Sasuke was very close to Naruto’s parents, especially Minato. The man had been like a second father to him, before he and Naruto had started drifting apart. He swallowed thickly. He hoped they were alright. He really hoped they had been late from their business trip. They often were..



But he had no time to go over and check up on them, he was waiting for Jiraiya to pick up his phone. He really, really hoped he had the right number. Jiraiya had slipped it to him. Just in case he changed his mind about modelling for him.. that’s what Jiraiya had called it anyway.”Modelling” ‘Sneaky old perv..’ he didn’t even draw, he just wrote. Lord knew what he needed Sasuke to model for.



He absentmindedly noticed Gaara fishing out his own cell when a deep but cheerful voice answered the phone. He barely had time to introduce himself before Jiraya interrupted him with a confident laugh. “Ah..I knew you’d call me. No one is able to resist the sexual power and allure that is me.”