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AN: I know I am now working on three fics at the same time already...BUT FUCK IT I AM HYPED ON CAFFINE AND IN A SHITTY MOOD! HERE IT FUCKING IS
Also, any flames will be traced and the flamer will be brutally murdered, so don’t take a chance.
Anyhoo! I’m sorry guys! My way of getting around writer’s block, is making a fic that will be neglected...I guess. SO HERE IS WHAT WILL GET THE OTHERS UPDATED MORE!
YAY!
Gaara- 16
Neji-18
That will do for now!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of them.
WARNING! For the entire story, not just this chapter: Lemons! YaoiCrossdresssing! ABUSE! and most of all, and OOC Gaara (This is the wimpiest I will ever make him), that will be violent, just...well, you’ll see
If any of this offends you or makes you want to flame...JUST GO THE HELL AWAY AND LEAVE US PERVS IN PEACE!
Gaara stared at his reflection in the pond with disgust. The murky eyed, brown haired vision stared back at him with equal negativity. He threw a small stone into it with as much force and violence as he could muster. The water rippled, distorting the image and clouding his view.
Though the sun shined brightly in the kingdom on that day, no difference was made to him. He lived with his father, his mother had died when he was three. He also had two half siblings.
His sister, Temari, was the oldest. She was 20, and had blonde hair that she constantly kept up in four pigtails, and blue eyes that shone like sapphires. She was the second tallest, and she was slim, but maintained a healthy figure that caught the eyes of many village boys and noble men.
His brother, Kankurou, was the second oldest. He was 19 and had brown spikey hair that he often kept hidden under a hat, and black eyes that were often outlined in a maroon red makeup that was imported from a foreign land. He was the tallest and was built large. He was considered handsome by many of the women and escorted a lady out to lunch or tea at least twice a week.
Gaara knew that his father was proud of his two older siblings.
He himself was 16, the youngest. When he was younger he had bright blood red hair and dark emerald green eyes. His skin had once been pale and porcelain, with a red tattoo of ‘Love’ in kanji. But now, his hair was dyed from the dirt and his eyes turned murky from the contempt he constantly burned with. His skin was browned and almost always filthy and one could no longer see the tattoo. He had gotten skinnier than when he was younger as well. His father hated him immensely, and forced him to do hard labor in the hot, burning sun.
He knew that his mother hated him before she died as well. Everyone hated him. Whenever he went into the village, running errands for the cook, he was taunted and jeered at. Whenever he defended himself, he would get a sound lashing when he got home. Not that it stopped him from struggling against his antagonists.
On top of all the hate, anger and torture he endured, there was one thing that sat above it all. At all times, in order to break his spirit and take any dignity that he could possibly have through everything else, he was forced to wear a dress. A peasant’s dress, although their family had a proud and respected name. He hated it, he hated sometimes being mistaken for a girl and he hated getting pinched by dirty old men. That was demeaning!
He had finally gotten away from his house for a few minutes, currently no one was making demands. He was going to make the most of it. He went into the medium sized forest behind their house, where past the dense trees and brush, it opened to a stream and a meadow that held a few trees. And a lovely view of the beautiful castle that held the royal family that ruled the land they lived on, the royal Hyuuga family.
With little difficulty that came from wearing women’s clothes for years, he stripped himself and jumped in, attempting to clean off twelve days worth of dirt and grime and ashes. The water reached around six feet deep in the spring, so it went a good seven inches above his head.
Who was he? His name was Hyuuga Neji, Prince Hyuuga Neji. He was the nephew of the current king, King Hiashi. His uncle and his cousin, Princess Hinata, had agreed that although she would be queen by title, he would be the real power in the throne. He was a leader that Hiashi and Hinata knew would lead the kingdom in a manner most fitting and kind. They had the utmost confidence that, if left to Neji, the kingdom would be in capable hands. Unfortunately for Neji, this meant more responsibilities than he actually wanted.
He was nearing a forest and he smiled, it looked like a nice place to relax. He had put on a disguise, and ventured out into the village so that he could escape the pressure, at least for a little while. He saw a large stream and went to sit on a rock. The water looked beautiful, he looked around, no one was nearby, maybe he could bathe.
He pulled off his shirt and was about to jump in, when he suddenly found himself tackled into the water anyway. He came up sputtering in surprise and glared at a brown haired boy who was climbing out of the water. He blushed very slightly, a naked brown haired boy.
“What the Hell is your problem!” He yelled, swimming to the bank and pulling himself out as well, “Why did you do that!”
The boy turned around and glared at him, “What are you doing on this property!”
Neji raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, is this your property?”
The boy looked up through his eyelashes at him, “Well, not really mine... but” Neji stepped closer, on account that he talked very quietly, “Are you a servant?” He interrupted
The boy frowned, “Yes” he said with apparent bitterness in his voice, “I serve in the manor beyond this wood”
Neji nodded, “I see. Well, I was not aware that this was a property of a noble family, I was merely seeking refuge from the...bold village women” He cringed at the thought, “What is your name?”
Gaara stared at the taller boy, no one had ever asked for his name before. He couldn’t believe this person was being so nice, even making conversation. And, he was so beautiful too, “Gaara, my name is Gaara”
Neji smiled, “Gaara” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue, yes, it tasted nice, “Well, hello Gaara, my name is Neji”
“Neji!”
He kicked himself, of course people would recognize his name! “Yes, I am aware that I have the same name as the prince” he said laughing and poking Gaara in the forehead, “But I’ll have you know, I am two days older”
“Hmph,” said Gaara, crossing his arms and pouting at being poked, “Name stealer”
Neji grinned, “Aw, don’t be like that!” He walked away and over to the shore and removed his pants, throwing them across the water and onto the rock that held his shirt. He turned and saw that the boy was blushing brightly. “What?”
Gaara looked away, “Uh, nothing”
Neji smiled coyly, “I see” He walked closer again, almost laughing as Gaara was obviously trying very hard not to look down. It was obvious the boy was attracted to him, but this was too cute. He sat down on the grass in the shade, “Well then... Talk to me, after all, I thinks it’s the least you could do” Gaara gave him a look and he continued, “Seeing as its your fault my clothes are wet”
Gaara blinked at the logic, but found himself agreeing anyway. He sat down to Neji’s right and sighed, “My feet hurt so much” He groaned, pulling left foot up and rubbing it in a pathetic attempt to sooth the ache. Neji looked at him and chuckled, “So what exactly do you do? Are you a manservant?”
Gaara’s eye twitched, “I do anything I’m told. From clearing the table to cleaning the horse, to chopping and carrying firewood”
Neji frowned, “But you’re so small” He was met with an evil glare, and a huff, Gaara turned so that his back faced Neji and he continued to rub his foot.
Neji smiled fondly, someone wasn’t trying to get underneath him, well that was new. He crawled closer and placed his hands on both Gaara’s shoulders, “Poor little Gaara...” He suppressed a laugh when he felt the other stiffen, apparently that was a sore spot. He started to knead the muscles in his shoulders, and started to move down when he felt the other relax more. He kept scooting closer, and would pull Gaara to him every now and then. After a few minutes, Gaara was in his lap and leaning against his chest. Neji’s hands were ghosting over his stomach, and working lower.
“W-what are you doing?” gasped Gaara finally
Neji kissed his shoulders, “I don’t know really”
With much difficulty Gaara pulled himself off the elder’s lap and scrambled to what he found to be a safe spot on a small boulder near them. He stared at Neji, wondering what he had felt poking his lower back. His eyes trailed down and he jerked his head to the side, blushing till he was almost purple.
Neji sighed and opened his arms, “Come here Gaara”
“I don’t even know you”
“Gaara”
“Just leave!”
Neji frowned, forget modest this guy had to be crazy, “Am I so repulsive?”
Gaara jumped and looked at him, “What?”
Neji stood up and approached the boy with caution, “Why won’t you let me touch you?” He reached out and ran a finger up his upper arm and onto his shoulder. He felt his heart clench when the boy flinched away. He sighed and pulled his hand away, “I am sorry, I suppose this is odd.” he forced a smile, “Yes, this is quite inappropriate on my part”
“Why?” Said Gaara suddenly, gazing up at him, “Why would you want to?”
Neji frowned, “Why would I want to touch you?” Gaara nodded, “because,” he answered, cupping the boy’s cheek in his palm “You are so...” He stopped, smiling when Gaara leaned into his touch, “I don’t even know the word to describe it.” Gaara stared at him, as he started to lean closer.
He let out a small breath when Neji’s lips brushed against his. He felt him smile when he puckered his lips ever so slightly to return the kiss. He couldn’t help but want to smile as well, this was the first time, anyone had ever taken any interest in him, at all.
After kissing him, Neji had stayed, talking to him, and holding him. Gaara had been so comfortable, just complaining in his arms, talking about how much he hated everything, and what he wished he could do to the house and where its inhabitants could go. Neji had laughed, and even pretended to be hurt that in a way, Gaara had unwittingly said he hated him too. When the sun set, he had finally been able to break the spell put on him, and he had tried to leave.
Neji held him tighter, begging him to stay a little longer. Gaara had refused and tugged on his dress, but Neji had caught him up bridal style, and said he would not be released, until he promised to be there tomorrow at noon. In his hurry, and in the moment of Neji licking his ear, he had agreed.
Gaara sighed again, that had been the best feeling of his entire life. No one had ever touched him the way Neji had, the only thing that came close was those pinches. He twitched at the thought of those dirty old men. He really hated them, especially that, Jiraiya one! Why didn’t that guy get the fact that he was a boy.
The bubbles began to boil up, but he didn’t notice.
Neji wasn’t like that though, he had tasted good and he had smelled so clean. He hadn’t looked at Gaara in disgust or hate, there had been warmth, gentleness and dare he say it? Affection. He managed to keep a blush off his face, but he could do nothing about the butterflies in his stomach. Neji had wanted to see him again, he had begged.
Gaara smiled finally letting some of his emotions show. Suddenly, hot steam on his face alerted his that the water was boiling over. “Shit!” He cursed, hurrying to grab a cloth and pull the pot off the fire.
He stared at the hard boiled eggs in horror, oh no.
“Gaara! Hurry up lazy bones! Get those eggs up there!” He glared at the cook, Ayame, but put the eggs carefully on a plate and hurried upstairs to the dining room.
Kankurou, Temari and their Father looked up as Gaara entered with his head down. Kankurou had wanted some eggs with dinner and Gaara had been ordered by the cook to prepare some soft boiled ones.
The boy suppressed a cringe as he set the plate in front of his older brother. He heard Kankurou mumble a ‘thank you’ and was puzzled, since when did his brother thank him for anything? That was two people who were decent towards him. Had the world gone mad today?
“Hey Brat! Pour me some more wine” barked his father
Nope, everything was pretty much normal. He poured some wine and heard Kankurou crack an egg. Suddenly, his wrist was caught in a tight grip and his father was yelling in his ear, “What is that? Are you trying to poison my son!”
Gaara looked over and saw Kankurou peeling eggshell off the egg in surprise. The white and yoke were retaining shape, even with the shell gone. His older brother and sister were staring at the egg curiously, but his father was going crazy, “How dare you put that in front of Kankurou you little whelp!”
“Wait,” Said Kankurou rising from the table as their Father was about to strike the boy, “I told him earlier to cook it till the water boiled. I was out, with... Shizune and she had eggs that were, hard. I just had to try them, so I told Gaara to prepare them”
His father raised and eyebrow but threw Gaara onto the ground. The boy just stared at his older brother in disbelief, ‘He... Just covered for me’
Kankurou gulped as he spread some salt onto the peeled egg. With his father watching him carefully, he took a hesitant bite and then chewed. His expression changed from scared, to thoughtful, to pleased. “Just as I thought!” He said, “Delicious!”
Their father just snorted and went back to eating. Gaara left the dining room in a hurry, hoping to leave before his father found something else before to be angry at him for. He ran down the many stairs and threw open the door to his room. It was actually the basement with a fire place and a stool. He would often sleep there with a rag tied around his face, because the cinders kept the floor softer, because there was so much.
His ‘family’ even had a tenancy to calling him ‘Little Cinder-sand’ every now and then. He wasn’t sure how sand factored into it.
He sighed, thinking of Neji again. He wondered what the brunette was doing right now...
He flopped down on to his bed. He was in his royal corner currently, awaiting the meeting scheduled between himself and his uncle. The King wanted Neji present to discuss politics with the kingdom across the ocean.
His room was beautiful, the paint on the walls, depicting pictures of small flowers. The floors were marble, and there was elegant furniture decorating the area. His bed was built into the wall, it was large and soft and extremely comfortable. The curtains were velvet and think, and were painted with the same design as on the walls. If they were drawn shut, then they would almost blend against the wall.
He was now dressed in royal garb, that consisted of a white long sleeve shirt with puffy sleeves. A tight fitting black vest and tight black pants that had black boots that came to his knees. He had changed back into his formal, usual attire after getting back. He went to the balcony and stared dreamily at the stars. His gaze drifted down to the woods. He knew that hidden beyond those trees, was his cute, little servant boy. Neji let out a breathy sigh, just kissing the boy had nearly driven him crazy with lust...
He went to his bed, where he had hidden a basket. He had packed it as soon as he had gotten back. Inside there was a loaf of bread, some dried meat, a bottle of wine, two glasses. After he had packed a picnic, he had remembered that, even though he had said he had been bathing, Neji couldn’t help but notice he was still dirty. He had a thought that Gaara’s brown hair and skin was probably lighter than it appeared.
After this occurred to him, the Hyuuga had gotten some of his best soaps and wrapped them in a cloth, to put beside the wine.
He touched the basket thoughtfully, he just had to wait until noon tomorrow to see his Gaara again.
He was late! What if Neji wasn’t there! What if he decided he hated Gaara! The boy bit his lip as he ran, tears were beginning to cloud his vision. ‘Neji... Please don’t hate me!’
He rushed out into the clearing, some twigs and leaves falling off his dress and out of his hair. His eyes scanned the area, nothing. There was no one there, just a babbling brook, cast in shade, with large rocks to sit on and a perfect view of the castle.
“Neji...?” Some part of him still hoped the other would be there. “Neji...” A sob racked his body but he fiercely wiped away his tears, and walked down to the water. He splashed some of it on his face, trying and succeeding to remove any trace that he had cried.
Suddenly he heard voice, “I guess you thought I left”
He looked up and saw a shirtless Neji, sitting against a rock that was far enough from the water that he didn’t get wet and was blocked from view. Gaara stared at him, hardly believing his eyes. He stood up straight, all the fear that Neji would hate him returning tenfold. He watched, barely concealing his trembling as the stoic brunette approached him.
He flinched when the taller boy reached out to touch his face and he heard chuckling, “Don’t worry heart,” Said Neji’s melodic voice, “I was scared you wouldn’t come. I’m just glad you came” He hugged the boy tightly around the waist, “It’s not how long you’re waiting, it’s who you’re waiting for”
Neji smiled when Gaara blushed and leaned down to kiss him. The younger boy’s arm went immediately around his neck and he kissed him back.
Neji sighed, his hands wandered from the boy’s back his butt, squeezing it and pulling him closer. The smaller jumped at the sudden contact, but seemed calmed down quickly, seemingly content with Neji groping his backside and rubbing against him.
The prince sighed with satisfaction, he began pulling up the boy’s dress. Gaara opened his eyes wide at the feeling of Neji rubbing his naked thigh. The long haired boy began to pull him onto the ground and Gaara went with him.
They continued their kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Neji reached behind the boy and untied the bow that held the bodice. He pulled away to see what he was doing, only to have Gaara wrap his arms tighter around his neck and begin to kiss his throat. He smirked, Gaara had it tied so that the bow was at the bottom and the laces came straight through loops from the top, rather than cris crossed. He untied it and tried to lean back, but Gaara held onto him.
“Gaara,” He whispered into the boy’s ear, “You need to let go so we can get you out of this dress”
He felt the other gulp, “I want you,” He growled, “Please Gaara”
The arms around his neck loosened and Neji sighed. He pushed himself up and pulled the dress over the little one’s head. He looked down and allowed his eyes to devour the boy’s body. He was very slim with an already small frame. He pushed between the boy’s legs and began to undo his pants, his erection springing free. With a groan he began to rub against the body underneath his, enjoying the feeling of Gaara’s legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He could get used to this.
Neji leaned down to kiss the boy again, this time it was a small sweet one, “That’s enough for now...” He murmured and then cringed as Gaara seemingly panicked and began to buck his hips hard against the Hyuuga.
“Gaara, ah!” He couldn’t help it as his body began to move against the other’s yet again, but he continued to insist, “Gaara... I promise, we’ll finish..AH!” The boy wasn’t paying strict attention, as he moaned against the brunette’s neck, “We’ll finish later, the bread will dry” He finally pulled away, holding the boy down by his shoulders.
Gaara was struggling against his hold, his eyes clearly pleading for more.
Neji closed his eyes told avoid the tempting, lustful gaze, “Don’t worry,” he said opening his eyes and placing a kiss on the boy’s lips, “We will continue”
The smaller teen nodded and sat up as Neji moved off of him and went to the rock where he had previously been sitting. Gaara tilted his head to the side as Neji came back with a basket. The taller smiled and sat down with it, “First! A feast” He pulled out the bread, meat, glasses and wine. Then, he closed the basket and set the food on it like a table.
He handed the glasses to Gaara who held them carefully and then grinned, “Hungry?” He opened the bottle and poured some into the cups Gaara was holding. He smiled as the other began to nodded his head vigorously.
Neji pulled Gaara into his lap, careful not to spill the red liquid. They ate and drank merrily, Gaara chattering about what Kankurou, though he neglected to mention that Kankurou was his brother, had done for him. Then he spoke of how he hated the master, who he ‘forgot’ to say was his father. Neji had listened once again, stroking the boy’s thigh and nuzzling his cheek and neck.
After they were full, Neji said it was time to bathe. Gaara had excitedly agreed once Neji showed him the salt. They were naked and wet and about to enter the water, when suddenly they heard a voice.
“GAARA!”
Umm... Yeah, so this is a Cinderella parody with a twist... Em, yeah, I won’t be skipping right to the ball... I will be taking time to build up the relationship... You know! Like Ever After... I got a inspiration from a lot of different sources. So you kids, thank you for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!
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