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Magic Gone Wrong!	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rain was falling in bucketfuls from the dark sky overhead. The wind was thankfully minimal, but nonetheless present and icy with cold. The horses were becoming more and more distressed as they strode, nickering and jumping at the sounds of thunderclaps overhead. Gaara had been keeping a barrier around himself and Lee to ward off the rain, but that wasn’t making it any easier to see through the storm around them. Gaara leaned forward and murmured soothing words to his horse, petting its mane and trying to calm it as he peered ahead.
They had strayed from the main road not long after the storm had begun. They’d seen a worn path that twisted through the foliage and had followed it with hopes of finding an inn where they could bed down for the night. That was over an hour ago however, and there was still no building nor people in sight. The path was getting narrower as well, threatening to spook the horses with low roots and bushes.
“I see a building!” Gaara called over to Lee, raising his hand to point. White paint was visible through the trees as they rounded a corner. From a distance it looked like a small church.
“We should take shelter there!” Lee held his horse’s reins rightly, patting its side to soothe its nerves as they made their way across muddy ground. It was getting harder to navigate through the treacherous side road with the rain softening the ground. There were a few stones that marked a once well-used path but it was overgrown with grass now. Sticking close to Gaara, he helped the sorcerer guide their horses towards the building as Lee squinted in the dim light from the orb Gaara had summoned earlier. The gremlin on his shoulder chattered in fright as another thunderclap boomed in the clouds above.
Once they were close to the structure, Lee swung off of his horse, losing his balance and falling into mud. “Ugh, these are the times I miss the sun the most," he groaned, forcing himself to get up with a wet sucking sound. He took hold of both horses’ reins and led them towards the door of the building.
Up close, it was apparent that the place had long been abandoned. The doors were shabby and looked broken at the hinges, and opening them released a wet, musky smell. But it was better than being out in the rain. He offered his hand to Gaara once he’d tied the horses to a wooden beam near the entrance. “Do we still have enough food for the horses? I can scrounge up some wild grass now that I am dirty.” He wrinkled his nose.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll treat them to some oats and take a look inside while you do that.” Gaara nodded and accepted Lee’s hand, hoisting himself up onto the low, half rotted deck before the door. He looked around, still trying to determine what type of place this used to be. There was a horse’s shed on the other side of the building, but it was long caved in and overgrown with tall weeds.
Once Gaara had fed the steeds from a sack of oats carried in one of their saddle bags, he renewed a shield around them to protected from the rain, wind, and other animals on the chance they would be bothered. He shuddered once from the chill in the air and tightened the cloak around his shoulders. He stepped inside the dark building and wrinkled his nose at the musky smell. He raised a small illumination of gentle fire in his palm so that he could see inside, and his eyes widened at what he found.
Instead of church pews through the room, there was a huge black pentagram drawn across the floor. Dark streaks of old blood was smeared or splattered across the surface, obviously the result of sacrifices. There was a tall altar on the other side of the room, with a few books and loose scraps of parchment scattered about. Gaara spotted a ceremonial dagger just inside the circle of the pentagram, along with several other tools of the occult in meaningful places around the room.
Lee had the rest of their things in hand as he stepped through the doors as well. The first thing that hit him was the prickle of something malevolent in the air and the sense of dread he'd felt when he first saw the demon. His eyes adjusted to the light Gaara conjured and they widened at the things he saw, pupils expanding to black. Inside him, the demon looked through his eyes with mild curiosity.
"What is this place?" he whispered, sickened by the atmosphere and the dried blood on the floor. Black markings crawled along his arms in response to his agitation and the feeling that something was lurking in the shadows. He kept close to the sorcerer as they skirted the edges of the pentagram. The church pews were thankfully free of blood and symbols, if but dusty. Lee set their things down on the closest one to the entrance and shivered as the rain and mud cooled on his skin.
“I’m not entirely sure yet. Don’t touch anything. Whoever made this mess left behind some dangerous energies," Gaara murmured. He glanced at the markings of the demon on Lee’s skin and faintly hoped that it would help protect Lee if it came right down to it, though more often than not it could also attract more demonic energy.
The sorcerer stepped up to the altar and quirked his head at an open book that lay on top, with candles on either side which had melted down to low stumps of wax. Exposure to the elements had made the pages wrinkle and fade to almost nothing, but Gaara managed to pick out a few choice words from the paragraphs.
“Bijuu worship... this seems to be the ruins of one of the cults I mentioned before. I think they were in the process of making a sacrifice and gathering demons to present to Shukaku in offering. I believe their efforts went awry, and they either fled or died.” Gaara glanced down at some of the other books scattered around the floor, texts obviously meant to teach various subjects of witchcraft. Some he recognized from his earliest days of training, and a couple others were subjects far too advanced for any novice to comprehend. “They may have even been sucked into a void. I’ll have to close any gates they created and clean up the instruments before we leave.”
Lee’s brows furrowed in worry while he stayed back and let Gaara examine the scattered objects near the altar. If this Shukaku was really as evil as Gaara said he was, then whatever remnants of magic were left here would be the most malevolent and destructive. “Is it safe to do that?” He followed after Gaara a few seconds later, keeping his steps sure and steady so he wouldn’t hit any of the items surrounding the pentagram. The demon’s markings thrashed on his skin the closer he got to the pentagram and once he was next to the sorcerer, he put a hand on Gaara’s shoulder.
“Careful, Master Gaara," he said, face slackening and a change coming to his voice as the demon took over. “There are beings still circling this place, looking for a way into this plane where a doorway was last opened.” The demon sniffed the air and shut its eyes. “Those who followed Shukaku have long been slaughtered for their efforts. An end they deserved.” It laughed dryly.
Gaara raised his eyes from the open pages of the scattered books and looked at Lee sideways. The writhing of the demon’s marks on his skin was seemed almost fitting in this atmosphere, if only it didn’t mar Lee’s features like something sickly. “No soul deserves to be corrupted like that. It would have been better if they had been saved.”
The sorcerer returned his attention to the pentagram, ignoring the hypocrisy in his own words. He knew he was a corrupted and damned soul. It was better to put that fact behind him. He payed close attention to the dark shadows in the corner of his eyes as he began to moved about the room and extend his senses. “And I am aware of the dark things luring about here, though I appreciate your warning. That is exactly why I need to clean this place before anyone unsuspecting stumbles upon it.”
The demon grinned widely at Gaara’s reply but simply stepped into the pentagram in a sudden swirl of darkness, like dark water moving around it. It began to suck whatever power was left in the pentagram, as well as swallowing the forces that were scratching at the thin veil between this plane and the other. “No sense in wasting power where it’s at," it murmured as the storm continued to rage against the building outside.

It was late at night before the storm let up. The horses had stopped whinnying and had settled down on the grassy ground outside while Lee finished packing them down for the rest of the night. After making sure his wet clothes were hung up securely to dry, he stepped onto the deck again and moved past the open doors of the building.
Left only in his underwear and a blanket over his shoulders, Lee quickly moved over to the contained fire Gaara had conjured and settled onto one of the pews they’d moved around it. “I do not think it will rain again tonight. The skies are clear and I hear birds in the trees outside," he said optimistically to the sorcerer, rubbing his hands together. Whatever dark deeds had been performed in the building wasn’t evident now that they’d cleaned the place up. All of the items that were used had been put away and burned, while the demon had ravaged the pentagram itself and took all the negative energy as its own power.
The only thing left was the faint bloodstains that were still visible on the walls and the floor, and the pentagram which was burned into the wood itself. “I hope we find the city soon tomorrow. I could eat a sheep!”
“Hn. It won’t be much longer now.” Gaara was sitting on the edge of a pew just a few feet away from the fire, warming his hands while he eyed the rugged lines of Lee’s body and the delicious bronze tone of his bare skin. He swallowed as his mouth watered and shuddered briefly. The rush of discovering the dangerous remains of Shukaku’s cult had passed, but Gaara’s nerves still tingled vaguely. There was blatant yearning on his face as he gripped his cold fingers in front of his body.
“Maybe you should hang up the underwear to dry as well. It couldn’t hurt.” Gaara’s voice was only half serious as he averted his eyes to the fire. His eyes only trailed away for a brief few seconds before dragging back to admiring Lee’s body again.
“Much longer than...?” Lee trailed off as he caught what Gaara’s last words were. Flushing, he rubbed the back of his head and laughed weakly, surprised at the desire he saw in the other man’s eyes. Gaara’s gaze caused a fire to burn in his body like the first time he’d given in to his urges. He could feel the demon stirring inside him, fat with power and purring temptations to stop holding back on the sorcerer.
Even when they’d slept together at the inn, they hadn’t done anything beyond kissing and the long stretch of time since the demon’s quest had given Lee a lot of time to think about what his relationship with Gaara really was. “This place is clean enough to walk around naked in, even with the demon boosting my body’s capabilities. I will wash the rest of my things tomorrow when the sun is up," he said, skin prickling with the intensity of the sorcerer’s attention.
Gaara gave a half-hearted shrug in response. Somehow he’d guess that Lee would say something like that. The man was dodging him, obviously uncomfortable. Gaara felt like he had been transported back in time, to after Lee had moved in but before he’d admitted his desire. They’d always been snatching glances or blushes near each other, and Gaara had been second guessing what exactly Lee wanted after all. The sorcerer wanted to sigh now, but instead forced his eyes to turn back to the fire, still feeling the heat in his veins from today’s dangers and the sight of Lee’s almost-naked body.
“If the weather were to clear up by sunrise, we could potentially reach the city by tomorrow afternoon.”
Lee felt a rush of relief that was followed by guilt. Gaara might be the object of his confusion and melancholy, but he was also avoiding a confrontation with him. Gaara didn’t deserve to be continuously rebuffed any more than Lee as he held on to his own beliefs about romance. Wrapping the blanket tightly around himself, he pressed his lips together tightly and tried to steer their conversation to lighter topics.
“Have you ever visited this city before? Maybe you can tour me around.” He suggested.
“I’ve been there a couple times. I doubt we’ll have time for that, however. I’ll point you in the direction of a smithy before I visit some old contacts.” Gaara twirled his finger in front of him briefly, stoking the fire and sending a small plume of bright ashes rising into the air. “We won’t linger in the city for more than a day or so at the most.”

It had been years since the last time Gaara had spoken with some of the people he planned to speak to. Some of them could very well be dead by now, or have moved to a new location. It was a risk he was willing to take however, confident that he would find the information he wanted with or without any help from anyone besides Lee. His mind was set, and he was not going to give up until he’d located Shukaku and killed him, or died trying.
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