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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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Looking in disbelief, Gaara pulled the hand away. "Kabuto is dead." Innocently, Shino shut the empty eye as the rest of the head tilted slightly. This pose really did make him look like some sort of passive animal.
"No, Kabuto is alive. The body that was recovered is a fake. You'll see it dissolve away in a few months when he starts his move against you and the Hidden Leaf." Narrowing the green eyes, Gaara leaned over to the point where lips were almost grazing against each other. The voice that spoke was deep and deadly serious. "Pick your words carefully. I don't suffer threats and lies." The jade serpent eye locked on the mouth that closed in. Frustrated and flustered, Shiro spoke up loudly.
"I'm not lying! I came to warn you! Look!" Leaning off the bed, he picked up the ragged clothes that were removed. After shaking them out, several objects fell out that included a handful of tiny scrolls and acupuncture needles. Placing the scrolls on the bed in a row, a fang from inside Shiro's mouth bit into thee fleshy part of a thumb. It easily pierced the skin, causing blood to drip out. Before the snake tattoo could slitter to Shiro's hand, the teenage male dripped the red over the line of micro scrolls. A cloud of smoke exploded from each one as they reformed to normal size. "Look, see. These are journal pages I took before I left. Kabuto let me read every book he had, but he kept this hidden. If I knew..."
"Knew what?" The Kazekage still didn't believe this strange person, who now looked like he was about to cry. Shiro was rather tall as he stood at least three inches over Gaara, the body was toned and well trained. Gaara guessed an age between seventeen and nineteen with display of silver pubic hair and size of manhood. Still, the personality was still rather naive and child-like. Shiro was more believable as a fairy than some minion of Kabuto. Picking up one of the journal pages, the red-head unrolled it causally. The raccoon eyes scanned as he read out-loud.
"The genetic injections continue to be failure after failure. Trying to combine the DNA of different ninja into a single living body often ends in accelerated aging then death. Very few subjects have survived....?" Pausing, Gaara's eyes quickly scanned the rest. "....Continuing to research full construction of body without a host? What does this mean?" Shiro only handed over another scroll over.
"Kabuto has been continuing research that Orochimaru began by injecting subjects with the DNA of dead ninjas. The war gave him more than enough bodies to collect. I thought...he told me that he was just looking for ways to bring back lost arts from those that died. I was his assistant..."
"You honestly believed that you were doing the right thing?" Shamefully, the younger boy looked away with a nod.
"Yes. A lot of people died and left behind their children. I thought we were helping them properly train and grow so the country wouldn't be left helpless against the freed tailed-beasts when they reformed...so he told me."
"You're an idiot." Gaara was blunt with his criticism, losing his patience for kindness.
"I know that! I don't remember anything before I was taken! I thought I was really Kabuto's son. He told me I was! Opps..." Covering his mouth, Shiro realized what just slipped.
"Excuse me? Did you just say you're Kabuto's son?" The single green eye looked away again, the head nodding slowly for a second time.
"In a sense. I am the one that survived the injections. I'm surprise you didn't recognize my snake. He...He injected me with Orochimaru's and his own DNA." Stressed, Gaara rubbed his forehead.
"Wait. Wait. So Kabuto created you and fed you a pack of lies to get your help. From what I saw, he trained you as well, but you found out the truth and defected? Fine, I see that. Why come here?"
"Oh...I didn't get to it yet." Looking over the scrolls, the white-haired man picked the one he was looking for. "Because you use to be a Jinchuriki. Kabuto has a sample of your DNA, as well as the other one; The Nine-Tails. He's looking for a way to create a body that can carry all of the beasts that he can take over." Moving to get under the covers, the nude man shivered before he spoke again. "He already has combined the Nine-Tails and the Uchiha. I took them to a safe place for now, but I have to get them away. They...were the only ones that survived from the batch of twenty. I placed them somewhere before I came here. The combinations involving your DNA, he hasn't found a suitable match yet."
Stunned, Gaara grabbed the blankets that surrounded Shiro. Shaking them violently, he began to yell. "What are you saying!? That he's injecting my genes into helpless children?!" Crying out, Shiro protested.
"No, no, no! For the Jinchuriki samples, he's making them from scratch! There is no injection, they are grown."
"What the hell do you mean, GROWN!?" Shaking Shiro more, he pushed the male onto his back and pinned him. "Speak!"
"They...They are birthed. There is no mother, but...it's hard to explain. I brought the layouts of the machine..." From under the blankets, a finger pointed to one of the unopened scrolls. Looking, Gaara scrambled to grab the roll and pull it open. There before frightened eyes were detailed drawings on some sort of machine which created an artificial womb of synthesized fluids. This monster of a machine could create and age a living creature. Rolling over, Shiro looked to Gaara. "I'm sorry...I didn't know who else to go too. I thought as a former Jinchuriki, you'd understand..." Gaara didn't answer, his back turned as he looked over the writings and drawings over and over again. "Hey, are you going to kill me? I know what I am so I came prepared for that. Just, can you promise if you do anything to me, could you pick up the twins?"
Turning, Gaara looked down to Shiro. "Twins?"
Nodding, the naked man sat up again. "I told you. He managed to combine the last Uchiha and the Nine-Tails. They are a boy and a girl. Just kids, they don't know anything. They were created just over a year ago, but aged to be 6 or 7. At least, I told them they were 7. I hid my face from them and gave them names...Shino, the boy. And Kana." Sighing, Shiro pushed the blanket off and shivered. "Do what you want with me but I beg you, please don't hurt them."
Gaara looked away in thought. "Where did you put them?"
"There was an older couple just outside of town. I said I was traveling and needed to do business here, and gave them some money to watch them for a few days."
Standing, Gaara took a heavy sigh. It was a bit much to take in right now. "I'm not going to kill you. If any of this is true, then you're the most valuable resource we have to counteract this. If Kabuto is creating bodies, he's creating an army. An army of artificial shinobu with combinations of unnatural strength and power." Shiro gave a sigh in relief, at least to the fact that he wasn't an any immediate danger.
"I'm glad. I really didn't want to die today..." Gaara smirked at the thought, going to the food cart to remove a sliver lid of a metal tray.
"Hungry?" The smell of cooked meat, steamed vegetables, and fresh rice caused a large growl to erupt from Shiro's stomach.
"Ah...yeah." Reaching over, the white-haired male was startled as the tray was suddenly closed.
"First thing, you need a bath and new clothes. Are you...cold-blooded? Like a real snake? You're shivering..." A warm hand came to the icy shoulder of the younger male, the tattoo moving to rest under the palm.
"I...sort of. I get cold easily..." The hand came up to fluff up the white, silky hair.
"I suppose since I named you, I should take some responsibility. Give me your hand. I'll give you a bath and have some clothes ready." The hand moved off the shoulder to take Shiro's, pulling him along without really asking permission. Shiro had no choice but to follow, stumbling awkwardly in the full nude behind Gaara as he towered over the leader. Once into the private bathroom, Gaara removed his own shirt before turning the brass knobs of the tub's faucet. The hot water ran out into the metal tub as Gaara stripped the rest of himself down. Not really sure how to react, Shiro just looked away, taking mental notes of the room. It was large, the floor hand tiled with a sand swirl decoration in brown and red. The tub was oversized, hand-crafted bronze that matched the sink. There was another door that most likely led to the toilet and the double doors was a linen closet.
"Shiro."
"Yes?" The eye refocused on the beckoning hand.
"Come here." Obeying, Shiro reached out to take the hand and was led to step into the tub first. The hot water was more than relaxing on the natural cold creature ,who's hand was still being held as Gaara stepped in as well. "Turn around." Again, Shiro obeyed naturally as Gaara took the liberties to begin washing the white glowing hair. "You're not allowed to cut this. Your hair. Keep it long."
"Ah...okay." Shiro wasn't thinking about cutting it anyway, but now he was told not to. Not that it bothered him, who was surprisingly easy going. The washing didn't stop at the hair either. Once Gaara was done there, he started to scrub roughly on Shiro's skin, making the male laugh on occasion as his underarms and feet were tickled. He didn't have any problem with his manhood being cleaned or lifting up for a more thorough cleaning of his rear end. However, he did jump a bit as a finger swirled the insides. After a close inspecting, Gaara was satisfied and order Shiro to do the same for him. Obeying, the cleaning of the Kazekage was mirrored, in the exact order.
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