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Love Me When I'm Gone	By : KittenCobra Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (the manga or anime) or any of the characters included within it. I only own the original characters in this story including the main character Utako Mizuke. I do not make any form of profit off of this story.

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10. Nightmare
DARKNESS… The world is nothing but darkness. My head hurts as if I’ve been bashing it against the stone floor. My body hurts also; pain and fire everywhere. My skin feels damp and sticky, and my wrists are bound.
Bound? Where am I? I struggle to orient myself, but I’m lying on the stone floor. My wrists are tied, and there is a gag in my mouth. I whimper… trying to remember… anything. A door creaks open. Light floods from the doorway and blinds my eyes. Haruko stands there, his handsome face staring at me. I remember now and I begin to panic.
He is going to sell me! Sell me for my curse! I trusted him! I thought he was going to help me! No! I begin tearing at the bonds on my arms, but it’s no use.
My arms grow smaller, weaker – my body younger. My hands are no longer tied behind me, but out to the sides. My feet are too. I am strapped to a table as a young man with blood red locks stares down at me with dead brown eyes. I scream.
“Orochimaru-sensei!” I struggle wildly, desperate to get away from him. “Orochimaru! Help me! Please!” I call desperately for my first guardian, the man who has raised me for so long. Where is he? Why has he left me here?
“Why hello there, little one.” The man with the red hair chuckles darkly. “Calling out for your sensei are you? Don’t be foolish child. Who do you think brought you to me?”
No… No it can’t be. Orochimaru saved me… he protects me. You Lie! I send pain shooting into the depths of his mind, but I am too slow. He flinches, and then slaps me hard across the face. I see stars, and then I begin to cry. I am so afraid. Afraid of this man. Afraid of the dark.
“Hmmmmm…” The man with red hair is close to me now. Is leaned down close to my neck, taking some kind of measurements. I can feel his hands slide along my skin, and I can see in his mind that he’s deciding how best to turn me into a puppet! I feel bile rising in my throat. I am going to be sick.
“Sasori.” I hear the sweet but angry voice of my sensei cut through my terror. “What are you doing?”
Save me! Orochimaru-sensei, please help me! This man… he is going to hurt me! I call to him desperately in my mind again.
“Why… I was just inspecting this little desert flower you’ve brought to me Orochimaru,” the man named Sasori replies. “She is beautiful – despite her youth. When her beauty and talent reaches its peak, you should return her to me. I could save her from decay… she would make a breath-taking puppet… don’t you think?”
He is crazy! He is completely mad! Sensei!
“I will do no such thing.” Orochimaru states in a sickly sweet voice. “Her single most important feature is her ability to grow. Why would I halt such a gift?” He clicks his tongue, as if in disapproval. “I think you just want her for yourself, to hang on your wall. Her gifts would be of no use to anyone then. You cannot preserve them the way you’ve done with the Kazekage.”
“Yet… you just want to block them anyway,” Sasori replies coldly.
“Now, my dear sweet child,” Orochimaru croons beside my ear. “I need you to hold very still for our friend Sasori here to do his work.”
“I don’t want to be a puppet!!” I scream with tears pouring down my face.
“Nonsense, dear one,” he attempts again to soothe me. “I’ve already explained to him that he cannot turn you into a nasty old puppet. No dear one… he is going to help us.”
“Help us?” I ask hesitantly, responding at last to his voice.
“Of course, sweet flower. You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone again would you? You wouldn’t want to hurt your dear sensei?” I shake my head no. I remember… the field of blood… the dead faces… the smell of decay – the day he found me.
“Do you trust me, dear one?” Orochimaru asks in his most soothing tone.
“Yes, sensei. I am sorry,” I sniff. “I am just so afraid.”
“There, there my sweet.” He kisses my forehead gently with his cold, wet lips. “Now… when Sasori does this work for us… it may be painful. I need you to try very hard for your sensei to be very still. I will not be able to help you in this. Do you understand?”
I nod my head yes, close my eyes, and try to brace myself as best as I can against the cold table. I feel Sasori’s hands on my face.
“Now, little flower,” he chuckles darkly. “Let’s see what we can do with you.”
PAIN! Pain is everywhere! I begin screaming and thrashing about on the table, and Sasori’s hands grip my head tighter. My mind is… burning… closing… constricting. My screams get louder and louder in the dark. I couldn’t hold still if I tried. I AM trying. It burns!
In the corner of my eye, I see Orochimaru. He is smiling – his eyes wide with excitement. Kimimaro stands beside him, with his small dead-eyed face staring back blankly at me. He has put bones in his ears to block out the noise I am making.
Help me please! I try calling to him, but it’s no use. He won’t defy Orochimaru for anything – will not save me. I am burning! My mind is on fire! I begin tearing at my bonds again, screaming and screaming.
Suddenly, the dark room seems to brighten slightly… I hear a muffled sound, like a voice calling to me, but I cannot get FREE!
“…uki…Mizuki!” the voice is getting stronger, clearer, but I cannot stop sobbing and screaming.
“Mizuki, WAKE UP!”
I open my eyes and see a face with blood red hair leaning over me. I scream and begin thrashing again. My wrists are still bound. I cannot get free!
“Please,” I beg, my voice choked with sobs. “Please let me go! Please!”
I suddenly feel hands at my wrists, working from both sides at the soft straps around them. As soon as I am free, I kick off with my feet, scrambling backwards and hunching in on myself. My back is against the wall. Three figures stand in front of me, blurred by my tears. One of them has Sasori’s hair. I want to scream again, but blink instead to clear my vision.
Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara – I now realize – are all standing at the foot of my bed. They are in various states of undress; perhaps what they sleep in?
Oh no. Oh God, oh no! They are all drenched in sweat and shaking badly. Temari has tears flowing freely down her face. Kankuro looks as if he is going to be sick, all over the floor at his feet. Gaara’s eyes are wide, and I have never seen such a look of pain and fear on his features. His thoughts are desperate, frightened. He wants to comfort me, but he has no idea how. He understands pleasure… but comfort?
Are they the same? He wonders. Is that wrong?
I look down at my sweat-soaked, trembling body. I am wearing only a black strip of cloth tied across my breasts, and a pair of very small black shorts – both which fit within the small areas where I am not burned. I am covered in blood! Some is dried, and some is fresh. The bed is completely splotched with white and red.
“We are so sorry,” Temari chokes back on a sob. “You were scratching your burns in your sleep. We couldn’t get you to stop, you were too far asleep. I’m so sorry…” she squeezes her eyes tightly shut as more tears fall from her face.
Like a giant gear clicking into place, it suddenly all makes sense. We were in the living room. We were fighting. I blacked out from pain. They brought me to bed, to let me heal, but in my sleep I must have been clawing at my burns. The sores were leaving me covered in all this blood.
I look to the sides of the bed, and see the soft velvet straps they used to tie my hands. They were trying to protect me, not restrain me. My mind, in an attempt to explain all these sensations… started pulling my memories to the surface. This one I had forgotten completely. Until now, I would have sworn I’d never seen Sasori the S-ranked criminal before in my life! But that was too real to be imagination…
“No.” I try to state calmly through my hoarse voice, now broken from screaming. “I believe I am the one who should apologize.” I can tell by looking into their horror-struck eyes, they saw everything. In my weakened state, my mind was not shielded. Sadly, this has happened to me before.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out, “that you had to… experience that.”
Gaara apparently cannot stand it anymore. In a flash, he drops down onto my bed, snatches me up, and wraps his arms tightly around me. It hurts my skin, but I don’t care. He instinctively begins rocking me, cradled against him, and begins tracing his finger from my shoulder to my hand on the unburned side of my arm. He is trying to comfort me – the only way he knows how. I smile into his neck, and begin to sob softly again, clinging to him.
Temari – also desperate to comfort me – begins stroking my hair, and running her fingers through it. She is hushing me, and mumbling words of comfort to me that I cannot hear over my own sobs. Kankuro simply stands in front of the door with hollow eyes. He is the first to leave, and seek his own bed again. What he saw in my dream frightens him more than he wants to admit – even to himself. I can see in his mind that he faced Sassori of the Red Sand once before, trying to rescue Gaara, and nearly lost his life.
A long time later, after my sobs have finally stopped, Temari also gets up. She shoots me one more apologetic look, her thoughts apologetic as well, and drags herself back to her room. I wait for Gaara to pull away, to leave, but he does not move. He started stroking my hair softly himself when Temari left.
You should go get some rest, I whisper into his mind.
“No.” His response is strong and somewhat angry, angry at himself. “I have slept with you for many nights now. I should not have changed my habit, simply because you are under my roof. My understanding of you has changed – but you, yourself, have not. I will not leave you alone again.”
I don’t have the strength to argue with him, and I enjoy the way he is holding me. He is wearing soft cotton black pants and no shirt. He lays his body back flat against the sheets of the bed. He lifts me gently, and lays me back down flat also. I am lying on top of him now, on my belly – the only unburned part of my skin. He settles himself further into the pillows, and locks his arms behind me, settled on the small black shorts I am wearing.
I close my eyes as he does, and begin to drift back off to sleep. Everything is going to be okay. I am protected. For now, I am once again… safe.
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10. Nightmare