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Under the Desert Night Sky Completed	By : Royality Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was hot. No, take that back. It was stifling hot. Under a haze of sweat, Gaara was forced to wake up from the large bed that was in the hotel suite. Shiro had done it again while he was sleeping. Despite the summer weather and closed windows, Shiro had gotten up in the middle of the night to gather extra blankets. Nearly suffocating Gaara with them, the man with long white hair that passed the lower back was still sleeping contently, curled up against his master's side. The only coolness that was left in the bed was the feeling of Shiro's cool bare skin as it wrapped around the left side of Gaara's own naked body. Sighing softly, the Kazekage climbed out from under the mountain of heavy furs and leathers to stand next to the mattress. Reaching over, he tucked them all tightly around Shiro's long body, gently brushing at the silver bangs that sat upon the eyepatch on the pet's face.
Opening the uncovered eye slowly, the jade green oval with a black slit looked tiredly upon Gaara. "Sorry...I was cold."
"I know...Go back to sleep." Nodding, the man agreed and curled back under the mound of covers. Smiling a bit, Gaara went to the bed post to fetch the white robe that hung there. Moving to the balcony window, he opened the double doors. The cool breeze of the night air was comforting while leaning on the balcony railing. A long, thin pipe, a kiseru, was removed from the robe's pocket to dangle between Gaara's lips. There was a spark of a struck match against the stone wall and the slightly glowing of the new flame that better exposed the man's face as he lit the bronze bowl. Taking a deep breath, Gaara exhaled slowly to a long, single smoky swirl that hovered overhead.
Thinking to himself, Gaara began counting the number of secrets he held. Not just as Kazekage, but in his personal life as well. Smoking, for example, was something he only did at times like these. He wasn't much of a sleeper, even after the removal of his demon. He often made jokes, although in bad taste, that he had the best sleep of his life when he was dead. No one really seemed to think that was funny. Another secret, perhaps a little more important than smoking, was Shiro. At least, that's what he named the man after they met. They say if you name a wounded animal, they become attached to you. It wasn't just that Shiro was his pet and lover, but what Shiro was in general. If anyone happened to ever want to test the blood that ran through the veins of the silver-haired creature, they would see it belonged to Kabuto and Orochimaru.
It was nearly eight months ago when Gaara was fortunate enough to have Shiro fall into his keep. The Kazekage was in his office, finishing up some late night approvals on repairs when a single, blood caked guard had burst in. "SIR! SIR! You need to come quickly. We have an intruder! He's difficult to restrain and keeps demanding to see you!" Standing, the black outlined eyes became wide. Moving away from the desk, Gaara moved to strap on his large sand ornament on.
"Take me to the prisoner. Now."
"Yes, sir." Bowing the guard, who could barely stand, hurried out of the office and down to the elevator. He was holding his bleeding side, a sword like swipe had cut into the lower abs. "Get yourself to the medical bay. I'll handle it from here."
"Sir." The grateful man stumbled off to the floor of the medical labs as Gaara continued to ride the lift to the lower dungeons. Upon getting off, he saw several of his guards in the dimly lit prison with spears pointing to a collected spot on the floor. They were all trying to keep a distance from the wild man who was covered in dirty bandages from head to toe. The multiple layers of wraps covered the head and hair, with only sliver tuffs being able to stick out from random places. With the nose, face, and one eye hidden, Gaara was only able to make out the glowing glare of a light green eye that resembled a dragon. "I need to see the Kazekage! Let me pass!" Watching from the shadows, the red-haired leader was able to witness the restraint the prisoner was keeping. There were no dead bodies, nor were there movements that indicated a severe struggle. The lean body was easily dodging the speared attacks, using a straightened palm to cut the sharp tips from the poles. Light blue chakra glowed from the stiff fingers, causing the sword-like effect. "That's enough. Stand down." Not feeling in any real danger, Gaara emerged into the gentle glowing light of the torches. The guards backed away, standing up with straight backs as in salute. Turning the only good eye he had, the mysterious pile of bandages remained squatted on the floor like a sitting dog. "Are you...him? The Kazekage?"
Putting on airs with a soft smile, Gaara moved to squat as well. "I am. Who are you?" A smile could been seen being made from behind the wrappings.
"Thank..." The single green eye rolled up as the intruder fainted at Gaara's feet. Blinking, Gaara stood up and looked down.
"Take him up to my chambers. Bring a medical cart in and leave."
"But sir, that's..." A single guard spoke out of line only to get his blood frozen by the dangerous glare of his leader. "...Yes sir!" Huffing, Gaara turned to leave. With his back turned, the guards shuffled around to pick the prisoner up and took the long way up as Gaara took the elevator alone. Instead of going directly to his room, the Kazekage stopped by the main office first to actually finish the work that was interrupted. It wasn't much, but he hated to leave this until tomorrow. After placing a final stamp, Gaara walked through the halls to his private room. There on the large, beautifully decorated brass bed, laying on top of finely made silk and fur blankets and sheets was the pile of dirty wrappings that hid some type of human being. What an eyesore and clash this was with the rest of the room. The bedroom was that of a leader, that rivaled the most expensive hotel suites ever made. Everything was shined bronze and beautifully engraved. The theme was that of the desert in red and gold. A large wall mirror with a built-in double door closet. A large oil painting of the first Kazekage hung on the wall along with a banner of the Sand symbol. The bronze bed itself was canopy, the red and gold curtains currently tied to their post. The room also had a secret entrance and escape route, as well as a private balcony.
A medical cart, as well as a food cart, were positioned next to the bed. After taking off the heavy vest, Gaara rolled up his sleeves as he looked over the body. What a terrible state it was in. The bandages were long overdue to be changed, tattered and bloody from wear and tear. "What a mess."
"I need to talk to you." The single eye opened, looking up to Gaara while the rest of the body didn't move.
"Oh, you're awake. That's good to hear. You can talk to me when I get done ." Another smile came from Gaara's lips as he carefully started to unravel the head bandages first. To his surprise, underneath the filthy layers were a cascade of long, clean, and beautiful silver hair. It had the shine of moonlight and felt like silk. "Amazing...it's pure white." The serpent eye looked away, honestly embarrassed.
"It's not a good thing." The hair strands fell through the fingers easily as they gently combed out the length of it off to the side.
"What is your name?" It was an easy question for Gaara to start with as the hands began to unwrap the rest of the bandages from the face. Keeping the previously covered eyed closed, the intruder spoke.
"192. That is my cell number." Staring, the Kazekage's head tilted.
"192? Cell number? Well, I can't go calling you that. So I'll refer to you as Shiro." Shiro, which meant white for the long hair that dazzled the man.
"Isn't that a common dog name?"
"Aren't you?" Gaara laughed at his own little joke, and was honestly surprised when Shiro laughed as well.
"I suppose I am. That's fine." Shiro's exposed face wasn't horribly scarred or bloody as thought to be. It was, in fact, clean and untainted. Even the eyebrows and eyelashes were a silver color that shimmered. The skin had an unnatural reflection to it, as it if was actually made of tiny fish scales that shimmered softly under the light, while still being the skin of a human being. "Are you a mermaid?" Shiro only laughed more, never had been asked that question before.
"A mermaid? No?" He was smiling happily until Gaara's fingers started to come closer under the temptation to feel the exposed face. "No! Don't!" Covering his face with an arm, Shiro suddenly rolled to the side in a panic. "Don't touch me!" Startled, Gaara pulled away.
"What? Well I'm going to have to touch you to treat you! Stop being a child!" Indeed, the action was more like how a bratty kid would react as Gaara attempted to pull Shiro back over. There was a slight struggle as the pair began to wrestle that was filled with more protesting and kicking about. "Don't! Don't! It reacts to people!" With eyebrows irritatingly twitching, Gaara gave a strong tug until Shiro was on his back again. A strong hand from the leader lifted, coming down to give the exposed cheek a painful slap. "Knock it off!" Stunned, Shiro stared. It was too late now anyway. Looking away, the good eye closed as a small white snake slithered its way to the struck area. It wasn't a real snake, which was the only part that threw Gaara for a loop. Instead, it seemed to be a living drawing, inked and colored. The white body and green slit eyes matched Shiro's own hair and eyes.
It seemed to slither and lick the soreness of the cheek until the redness was gone in a matter of seconds. As Gaara looked closer, the head of the petite beast turned to openly hiss. "It...It can see me?" Shiro only nodded, giving his cheek a poke.
"Stop it." The tattoo seemed to understand, sulking to slither back behind Shiro's covered neck to where it came from.
"Amazing...does it live on your entire body?" Without warning, Gaara was more in a hurry to start stripping his new pet. Flustered, Shiro tried to stop him, but was failing miserably. "Yes...Wait! Wait! What are you doing?!" Before he knew it, he was sitting in the complete nude on Gaara's bed with only his long, silver hair the only thing that kept him from complete exposure. Indeed, the snake was also trying to hide, sliding its way around Shiro's back, stomach, buttocks, thighs, and finally back up to coil around the neck.
"Come on, I won't hurt you..." Gaara spoke softly to the creature as if he was trying to coax it out of hiding to be petted. Incredible close, Shiro sat blushing and stiff.
"Do...you have a fetish for snakes or something?"
"Eh?" Gaara looked up into the slit-jade eye and shrugged. "No. But I had something living inside of me before. This is completely different than anything I've ever seen before." Sitting down, Gaara continued to invade the personal space of the naked man on his bed. "It's amazing. You're not scarred or bleeding. Your skin had a reflective light like scales and your body temperature is extremely low. Open your other eye, I want to check the damage."
"It's not damaged. It's not there." Moving to pry the shut eye open, Gaara was surprised that it was actually entirely empty.
"Did...someone take it?" Shiro nodded.
"He did."
"He?"
"Kabuto. He took it right before I escaped."
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