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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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Rain battered against the shingles of the mansion’s roof and whipped the trees around it in a frenzy of leaves and broken twigs slapping against the windows. Thunder roared outside, like a battlecry with flashes of lightning, steel against steel. The double doors of Gaara’s mansion blew open and let in the howl of the wind and rain as a figure stumbled over the wooden floor of the main lobby.
The gremlins that were at the lobby squeaked in surprise at the man’s entrance and hurried off to let Gaara know that Lee was finally back after the demon’s two-day quest.
Lee struggled to get the doors closed with one arm, slipping on the wet floor and panting from exhaustion and pain. His eyes were dark, dull, distant and half-covered by his wet bangs. Marks of the demon crawled over his skin like living ink as he shook off the heavy cloak from his shoulders and began taking off his wet clothes with pained gasps. There was a sack slung over one shoulder that dripped slivers of light and something dark on the floor. Lee’s body was dirty, covered in mud from the rain as the demon’s tentacles crawled out of his skin and wrapped around him for what little warmth they could offer.
Moments later, the sorcerer rushed into the lobby of his mansion, excitement in his eyes as he spotted Lee just inside the closed doorway. Gaara barely noticed how filthy Lese was before his eyes zeroed in on the sack Lee had brought with him.
“Is this it? Did you get it?” Gaara grinned almost manically with delight as he took the bag, feeling the fleshy weight of its contents. The head and tail of a chimera, to aide the powers of the demon and himself.
Lee could only nod in reply, watching with unfocused eyes as Gaara took the bag in excitement. The mud on his body was dripping down on the floor, pooling around him unnaturally. This wasn’t the welcome he’d expected. The one that had kept him going even when he watched the demon slaughter a dozen sorcerers and witches that owed it their lives, through the forest the demon had hunted the chimara in, the beast ripping at Lee’s left arm and leg with its lion’s paws and stinging him multiple times with only the demon’s powers holding him up.
“G...Gaara,” he croaked, brows knotting as he leaned against the door for support.
The sorcerer looked up briefly when he heard Lee’s voice, but only made a vague gesture in the other man’s direction before turning his eyes back to the sack. “I’ll call some gremlins to help you clean up. I need to get to work on this while it’s still fresh.”
Harvesting power from any object or life-form was a subject that always took time. He could do it later or quickly, but the strength cultivated wouldn’t be nearly as potent that way. Gaara needed to take this to his tower now. Even the blood that was still dripping from the sack shouldn’t be wasted! The sorcerer started to leave, cloak billowing as he turned his back on Lee.
The sorcerer’s dismissal stung as Lee struggled not to lose focus, the man’s words muffled from the thunder outside and the pounding in his ears. Gaara already had his back turned to him and was walking away when his vision went dark. Was Gaara so focused on getting power that he’d leave him here?
He doesn’t care about you. It’s power he wants and which of us has the most? The demon whispered in his mind.
Lee’s good leg finally gave out from under him and he slid down to the floor, tentacles receding into his skin as the chimera’s poison worked its way through his blood. Gaara’s name pooled in his mouth but it was too late to cry out to him. Gaara’s footsteps were the last thing he heard before he fell over and succumbed to the darkness wrapping around him.
One of the gremlins heading over to clean Lee shrieked when it wiped away the mud on Lee’s arm only to see flayed skin and bloody muscle. The mud pooling around Lee was thick and black but it couldn’t mask the metallic smell emanating from the smith’s body.
It was an hour and half later that Gaara finally emerged from his tower, weary from his work, but satisfied. He’d expected to find a gremlin outside his door since he hadn’t let any enter while he was busy, but he was surprised at the extreme alarm that it was showing as it insisted he follow. Lee was still in the lobby of the mansion, laid out on the floor as the gremlins rushed about him. He had been cleaned, and it looked like they’d tried to stop the bleeding, but the creatures weren’t meant to practice healing or medicine. The sorcerer’s blood ran cold as he finally realized just how badly Lee was hurt.
He strung curses under his breath as Gaara struggled to close the wounds, but there was evil poison at work. In the time it took him to cover the exposed bone in Lee’s left leg with flesh again, the other injuries had progressively worsened. He sent gremlins back to his tower to fetch every scrap of medical materials he possessed. Gaara could heal better than most because of the basics he’d learned with his power, but this was out of his league.
Gaara sent a number of gremlins into the town, to track down and return with Sakura Haruno.

“Shhh he’s waking up. I need another batch of poultice. Hey you, don’t touch his bandages!”
A series of tiny chatter followed as Lee felt a hand brushing off gremlins from his body. His brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what sort of dream he was having. Sakura’s voice came soothingly next to him as he blinked open his eyes to darkness.
“It’s okay Lee. It’s Sakura. You’re going to be okay.” She placed something cold on his arm then spread it on his leg, and suddenly Lee’s world came rushing into focus with a shot of pain. He cried out as the skin on his arm and leg knitted back together, forcibly closing over the raw muscle underneath.
Eyes wide, he shot up on the bed before Sakura firmly pushed him back down. “The forest! I need to find the chimera!” he hissed out, looking wildly around the room.
“No.” Gaara stood on the other side of the bed, looking down at Lee’s body with strain on his face. His arms were crossed, his fingers clutching at the sleeves of his cloak until his skin turned white. He leaned forward where Lee could see him better. “You’re home now. You already fought the chimera, and brought back the parts I needed. You did well.”
Gaara unwrapped his arms from his body and dared to touch Lee’s hot forehead, sweaty and sick with the pain in his body. The sorcerer clenched and unclenched his jaw as he tried not to let his inner anxiousness show, choosing to seem impassive in front of Sakura.
Lee’s heart beat fast in his chest at the flashes of memory-- leaves slapping against his face and skin, the rain beating down against his back as he hunted a creature that stalked him in turn. He stared up at Gaara, brows furrowed, before he caught Gaara’s hand on his forehead and held on to it like a lifeline. “The chimera-- I killed it. And others...there were people too. How did I get home?” He gasped out, head reeling from memories of blood and screams, some of it his own. All he could remember from last night though, was making his way up to the mansion on the hill and the sight of Gaara’s back to him. The latter speared through his chest whenever he went back to it.
Sakura cleared her throat from the other side of the bed. Unfazed by the gremlins and finally aware that demonic energy resided in Lee, she chose to stay silent about Gaara’s hand on Lee’s forehead. For now. “Don’t try to move too much. Or think for that matter. You’re still recovering from your injuries last night.” She took a washcloth from the basin, its water pink from blood, and laid the cloth over Lee’s arm to cool the swelling. Turning to the sorcerer, her jaw stiffened before she addressed him. “The rest of his wounds need to be kept clean. His skin is mending itself already, but Lee’s prone to infection until he’s completely healed. The chimera’s poison is still in his system so he’ll need a lot of bedrest for the rest of the week.”
“I’ll see that he’s taken care of.” Gaara responded to Sakura vaguely, nodding a small fraction. The sorcerer didn’t like Lee’s disorientation or the panic in his eyes. “You’re going to be fine, Lee. Your mission is over now, you have control of yourself again. You can rest and heal for the rest of the week, and we won’t leave town until you’re back to your full strength again.”
Now that Gaara had the chimera’s power in his possession, he felt ready to leave town and begin the quest to find Shukaku. It would have to wait until Lee could move again, and possibly longer so that the smith could recover some of his stamina, but it would be worth the time.
Nodding at Gaara curtly, Sakura set the poultice for Lee’s wounds on the table and gently touched Lee’s shoulder. The smith turned his eyes towards her but just as quickly brought them back to Gaara. Fighting back the nausea and disgust at the demon’s aura, Sakura sent a healing wave of energy into Lee’s body to help with his recovery. “I’ve done all I can. Call for me at the clinic if something happens,” she said, getting to her feet and gathering her things. Lowering her voice, she shot Gaara a glare. “I hope to god you know what you’re doing. Lee is a good man.” She left soon after, glad to be away from the mansion and the horror of seeing Lee torn up last night.
Gaara sighed, feeling unusually heavy as the doors swung shut with a bang being the healer, and rattled on their hinges from the force. After that there was a long, ringing silence in the air, broken only by the shuffling of the gremlins and Lee’s breath, which still sounded a ragged in Gaara’s ears. The sorcerer sat on the edge of the bed next to Lee and touched the smith’s forearm.
“How do you feel, Lee? Are you thirsty?”
Sakura’s departure didn’t elicit any response from Lee, but once she was gone, it was like something snapped in him. He ignored her warning and grabbed Gaara’s shirt, pulling himself up with the hold and wrapping his good arm around the sorcerer’s shoulders tightly. Once he had Gaara against him, he shut his eyes and let out a deep breath. This was what he needed. The familiar weight and smell of the sorcerer assured him that he was finally home.
“Yes. Water would be nice,” he murmured, losing some of the panic in his voice as he spoke. “I feel like my whole left side was gnawed on by a dragon and spat out.”
Gaara blinked and inhaled sharply in surprise as Lee manhandled him, a furrow appearing between his brows with confusion. “You shouldn’t be moving like this,” the sorcerer chastised, but there was no real reprehension in his tone. He slowly wrapped an arm around Lee’s good side in return, turning to face him better. He gestured briefly at a gremlin that was peering over the other side of the bed, and sent it running for a glass of water.
“I hadn’t realized how badly you were hurt when you first arrived. I didn’t notice the injuries through the mud.” Gaara sighed, disliking the smell of blood and antiseptic on the other man. He threaded his free hand through Lee’s hair gently. “It’s good that you survived, tonight. A lesser man would have died hours ago.”
Lee’s eyes opened half-way, lidded as they stared at the other end of the room. Gaara must have had the gremlins move him to his room. The hearth was out, but he felt hot like a fever raging through his body. Now that he was calming down, he was starting to remember everything that happened over the past two days, and the demon’s last words to him before he passed out.
“A lesser man does not have a demon inside him,” he said quietly, leaning into the fingers moving through his hair. Gaara’s words gave little comfort even if they praised him for his survival. The pain from his injuries and the things he saw...did the last two days left him grasping at the extent Gaara would sacrifice for power and wondering where he stood with Gaara-- a friend or just the demon’s host. “I saw...what the demon did. What it had to do to gather strength. Do you truly need all this power, Master Gaara?”
Gaara paused for a few long seconds, thinking about how he should respond. He lifted his chin when he noticed that the gremlin was back with a tall mug of water. The creature reached over the bed with its short arms, meeting Gaara halfway as the sorcerer took the mug and held it before the smith.
“Yes. I do. In fact, I wish I had even more power at my disposal.” Gaara leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Lee’s forehead. It was less like a kiss and more like a simple press of contact to judge the temperature of Lee’s fever. He slid his face down, pressing their cheeks together and frowning softly at the strength of the heat radiating from Lee’s skin. He murmured his words. “There is something I need to do, Lee. There’s a man I need to destroy, and I’ve spoken to the demon about this already. If I faced him alone, he would kill me. Before you left two days ago, that man would have been strong enough to kill even the demon inside you. With this new power however, I can defeat him. I have to.”
Gaara leaned back and lifted the mug. “Drink.”
There was a twist to Lee’s mouth and a downcast look in his eyes as he took the mug and drank it. Water soothed his parched throat. He didn’t remember eating or drinking during the last two days. He drained half the mug before he coughed as water caught in his throat. “But...why? What has this man done to you that you need to kill him?” He held the mug in his good hand, slowly laying himself back down on the bed.
He stared up at the ceiling of the ballroom, its paint black from the continued smoke and soot that rose whenever he worked on a commission. “You said we are leaving town. How long are we going to be gone?”
The sorcerer sighed again looked over Lee’s bandages briefly while he thought. He didn’t touch them, since they weren’t ready to be changed yet, but it gave him something to gaze at. “I don’t know how long it will take. A year at most, if he runs and forces us to give chase. Mere weeks if everything goes smoothly.”
A brief crackle of static lit the air as Gaara ran his fingers through his red locks, combing down the strands that stood on end. “The man that we will be hunting is someone I have known since I was a very small child. He taught me how to perform magic, brew potions, and make... sacrifices.” Gaara’s voice was monotonous as he spoke, and his eyes betrayed no emotions. “It might be hard for you to understand, but he’s a very evil breed of creature. He’s given three human offerings for every one cow or goat I’ve sacrificed in this town. He’s insane, and has developed cults to worship him and bring him power. But he’s getting old, Lee. His mind is more feeble now that it ever has been. Your demon is going to curse him, and if we can perform this right, I will be able to strip him of all his power and take it into myself.”
Lee covered his eyes with his arm briefly. He’d been living with Gaara for enough time that he was used to the sorcerer talking about ways to get power. But this was the first that he’d ever spoken about killing someone with it. Living in a town like theirs made it hard to believe anyone would do the things Gaara was describing. “And what will you do if a year is not enough? The world is a big place. What if you fail to kill him?” He asked, lowering his arm to look Gaara in the eye. “Master Gaara, you have not even asked if I am willing to just drop everything for a year to chase after this man you want to kill.”
That day he asked Gaara to take him along when he traveled, it had been a dream of moving from city to city, crossing to the next country even as an adventure. Nothing like what Gaara had planned now. “I enjoy being with you and I want to help you if you need it, but it sounds like you are willing to destroy yourself for this.”
Gaara stared at Lee and blinked slowly as he registered what Lee was saying to him. He sighed and put a hand on Lee’s good knee through the thin blankets. “This is a stressful topic. We have plenty of time to talk about it while you heal. You should finish your water, and I have a potion for you to drink. Miss Haruno was sure to instruct me on which of my brews would help you now and which wouldn’t.”
Standing and subtly stretching his legs, Gaara began to pick up the odd pieces of shredded cloth that had been stripped from Lee’s injured body and dropped. Most of it was caked in blood and mud, or falling apart from his fights. Gaara sent the gremlins away with the dirty bowls of poultices and used bandages, and instructed them to bring back fresh supplies, as well as more clean water.
“You shouldn’t eat anything yet,” Gaara informed the smith as he returned to Lee’s side and triple checked his bandages and pillows. “But you can drink as much as you want. I’m going to be nearby to watch over you for now. Do you want me to give you something that will help you sleep?”
Disappointment filled Lee’s face at the indifference Gaara showed over his concerns. Even after all they’d been through, Gaara would still put his ambitions over everything. Lee brought the mug to his lips and drank the rest of the liquid carefully as he tilted his head up. “No. I want some time alone now. To rest.” He said, averting his eyes and setting the mug on the table. “Thank you for watching over me, but I think it is best if I have time to myself.”
The reminder that Sakura had been there gripped Lee in sudden worry. She had known about the chimera and no doubt felt the demon inside him. He would need to talk to her once he was able to walk around again. “I hope killing the chimera was worth it.”
Gaara hesitated and his fingers twitched over the bed. He pulled his hands back to his side and nodded. He pulled a small orange vial from his pocket and set it on the nightstand next to Lee’s empty mug, which a gremlin was already snatching away to refill with new water. “Alright. Try to rest. I will be back at daylight to help refresh your bandages.”

The sorcerer paused briefly as he looked down at Lee, before stooping low and finally giving him a real kiss. It was short and only caught the corner of Lee’s lips, but it was cool compared to the flushing fever of the smith’s skin. It tasted metallic of blood and bitter medicine. “Drink your potion.” was all Gaara said further before turning and exiting the ballroom. The door closed with a mere graceful click this time, instead of the ringing bang that had echoed behind Sakura.
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