Warning:Torture. Don't like it, don't read it.
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Eventually, I blink and go to my room for the night.
I wake up, and get ready for the day.
There isn’t much food left, so I scrape together all the good food on plates.
Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara come downstairs.
“I apologize that there isn’t a proper meal for you, however, there is nothing left to eat. I would beg of you to allow me to go buy food, so as to fully serve you to the greatest extent.” I whisper shrinking slightly.
“Sure. It’s fine. Here’s some money, go easy on the shops, ‘kay?”
I blink, shocked.
“Y-yes, miss! Thank you, miss!” I breathe.
“Is there any coffee?”
I jump to making Temari her coffee.
“Mmm… coffee. Drink of the gods, eh?”
I tilt my head at her.
“You ever had any?”
“No, miss.”
She lets me try some.
I stick my tongue out at the taste.
“You don’t like it much.”
“I… Ah… No.”
She chuckles.
Kankuro’s smirking at me.
I smile, and his eyes soften a little bit.
Gaara doesn’t say anything, just eats.
I wait for them to finish, then wash the dishes.
“If I may take my leave?”
“Yes, of course.”
I leave the house and go to the market.
I buy the necessary foods, then start back.
The dunes look pretty, so does the sky.
I like it best, however, when it rains.
I walk through the alleyway to the main street, when a man beckons me to follow him.
I do, it is time for me to be tortured.
He shackles me to a wall, bringing out a blacksnake whip.
“Do you know why you are tortured? Do you?” He snarls at me, starting my beating.
“I am a filthy neko who deserves to die. I am not worthy of servitude, and should be used as a sacrifice in the next war.”
“Exactly. It looks like I don’t have to talk then.”
He continues beating me, lashing the whip.
It sometimes curls around one of my limbs, and he pulls hard.
The pain is intense, leaving tendrils that spread, until my body is numb.
I don’t scream, it doesn’t feel much different from other times.
Eventually, he leaves, letting me bleed out onto the floor.
The bandages on my tail have long been ripped away.
My tail aches a bit, it was lashed too, more than most of me.
I can’t tell how long he leaves, there aren’t any windows here.
It feels like eternity, before he returns.
He beats me again, criss-crossing over the first time’s wounds.
It hurts, but when he hits one along the same line as before, it hurts more.
I don’t utter a sound.
It makes them angrier then, if I cry out.
He gives me one last solid thrashing, then leaves again.
Once more, I don’t know how long he is gone.
When he comes back though, it is ever worse.
He brings dogs.
They tear at my flesh, ripping at what is left.
It hurts, but I don’t mind.
It’s not their fault, I am a filthy neko, not worth the thought.
Something feels different though, in the air.
There are vibrations that mean someone is using the Wind Blade.
Sand is shifting beneath me, and I know what is going on.
They have come for me.
Sure enough, sand rips the door off it’s hinges.
Gaara is standing there, and I smile feebly, fighting off waves of pain.
Kankuro and Temari are standing there too, but I don’t have the strength for another smile.
Temari runs for me, horror written on her face.
The man escaped as soon as the sand started moving.
My eyes are half closed as Kankuro breaks the shackles.
I sigh softly, unable to move.
Gaara picks me up, and my eyes flick to him, before shutting.
Temari is hovering, worried.
“How can you stand this pain? The blood loss? You should be dead!”
I smile softly.
“I wish.” I croak out, loosing consciousness.
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Gaara's Neko
FanfictionA Neko is found on the streets of Suna. She is timid and shy, despite the fact that she used to be a Jounin. Soon, she works as a maid and cook for the Subaku siblings. This is her story. (I'm working on the rewrite for this finally, so bear with...
