Red Leaves Fall

Author's note: >D
AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK!!  *Coughs* I bring you THIS!  A potentially
epic ficcie starring everyone's favorite demon infested boiz from Naruto! 
That would be Naruto...  And...  Gaara...  Yush...  Um.bsp;bsp;
Anyway this is gonna be pretty dark, just a warning, love, friendship, happy
bunies and dancing froggies, that kinda thing!  I like them so if you don't
you can just SHUT IT!  I'll TRY and get in some disturbing scenes,
sexuality, boy on boy action blood and gore in for all of you who enjoy the
lighter side of life!  But it won't be EASY!  Um that said... 
ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Cute
widdle Gaara-chan, Naruto, Sasuke-teme, Orochimaru, Kankurou, Temari, Lee,
Sakura etc etc duuun belong to me, all I get is a little bit of time with them
to torment them and rape their souls and devour them for my own pleasure so
enjoy!!  >D

Red Leaves Fall

Prologue: In
which someone dreams

In the starless night a red moon
rose over a deep bloody river, crimson burning leaves rained in torrents from
the twisted crumbling trees, screams filled the air and pain lashed and bit
savagely at every fragile limb as the young boy ran.  He fled from the blood, he
fled from the fires and destruction, but it reached in gnarled ravenous hands of
darkness out toward him and seized his body with icy claws that rent his body
and soul as one.  He screamed until his lungs burned, clawed at the ground
though his nails split and bled, and sunk gradually into the icy ground which
choked and enveloped his body utterly.  Wild panicked eyes stared at him from
the black with disembodied voices howling and begging desperately for help, the
eyes red and unforgiving despite the desperation in their cries.

“No…” the boy whispered, tangling
his hands in his ebony tresses, “NO!  I didn’t do it!  I can’t help you!  LEAVE
ME ALONE!”

He fell slowly suspended in the
thick stifling grip, he scraped and tore at his scalp and hair and continued
sava dow down the sides of his face, feeling his soft cheeks split open and gush
hot blood onto his hands.  The feeling of thick fresh blood only incensed and
excited the voices and as they finally rose to a painful crescendo, the young
soul finally could take no more.  He screamed, whimpering and sing ing to cry,
howling with an unfelt wind and a single voice that resonated deeply above the
rest with spiteful laughter.

With it the voices began to
change gradually from screaming and crying, each one slowly starting to laugh as
gnarled, deformed, and wicked hands pressed from the walls of the black miasma
and emitted a deadly red light.  The members strained out to touch him, seized
his body in their tight grasp and he moaned in anguish as they caressed his
body, picked at his flesh and ran their jagged nails through it, tearing and
ripping at him hungrily.

“NO!  STOP!  DON’T TOUCH ME!!”
the boy shrieked hoarsely, thrashing in the vice grip, but all that answered was
a roar of laughter.  He struggled on until wide lamp-like yellow eyes with a
tiny black slit of a pupil opened in front of him, narrowed deviously and
glinted before vanishing with a trail of purple vapor.

The tongue of a snake flicked
forth from it and tasted his face experimentally, the thick forked organ
exploring his bloodied tear stained cheeks, beast hissing in anticipation as the
great scaled head reared from the darkness.  Its jaws opened menacingly, fangs
folded forward and locking into place and dripping with potent toxin, and
wrapping the young man in its serpentine embrace, caressing his body
seductively.  The boy closed his eyes and looked away but the thick cold body of
the serpent continued on, the ribs beneath the armored flesh rippled over his
soft skin, breath reeking of death hot upon his frigid face, the tail crept
slowly around his naked legs, and he finally began to tremble.  His mouth opened
and closed in silent screams, his body draped limply and frozen in the massive
coils, feeling cool slick scales caress him, penetrate his body gently and
explore.  A soft moan escaped his lips as the attention of the reptile gradually
began to bring him pleasure, the sound driving it even further, hissing madly in
dominance and squeezing him.  It probed furiously deeper to claim the boy’s body
as its own, bright yellow eyes lined in purple flickering and flashing as it
watched him writhe and gasp, driving into him and crushing downward on his
fragile pale body.  The boy was helpless as his body exploded with bursts of
pleasure and pain and his voice was suddenly cut off by the crushing coils of
the snake, reaching out weakly against the darkness that closed in slowly around
him and the deafening rush in his ears.  It pounded, beat and thrust against his
very consciousness until he could bear no more, all of it shattering into
nothingness with a brilliant white flash and a deafening scream of sheer horror.

The boy sat bolt upright in bed
with that same scream, black hair matted to his forehead, shapely adolescent
body glistening with sweat, sheets tangled around his legs, dark ebony eyes wide
and staring.  Unable to move he simply sat, gasping for breath and holding
himself, trembling violently with how real the dream had been in his vulnerable
subconscious state and how intensely he had felt ever moment of it.  A sharp
stab of pain from the back of his neck shot through his body the instant he
calmed however, and he cried out sharply in pain and collapsed weakly back into
the warm safety of his mattress.  He lay unmoving, gripping the throbbing cursed
seal on his neck, breathing in deeply the silence and stillness of his dark
bedroom and letting the lingering feeling of the snake caressing him wash over
his body in dulled pulses of remembrance.  No more sleep would come for him that
night as he lay in bed, staring emotionlessly at the ceiling, stroking the black
seal on the back of his neck, and thinking of the pair luminous eyes that seemed
to beckon him and call his name.