Rating: M for sexual content. Violence, Gore. Rape.
Main Pairing: DeidaraxGaara
Side pairings: SasorixDeidara -one sided-, OrochimaruxGaara -rape-, SasorixGaara
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, only the ideas.

General Warnings: Sexual content to come, underage sexual content to come, Vivid descriptions of gore to come...
Chapter Warnings: Er... A whip and some suggestive dialouge?

Summary: Subject 23. That is what he is called, because down there he has no name. He is not human now. Not anymore. Not after what they had done to him. The people in white, they cut him open before his very eyes. Take him apart, rebuild him /like a broken toy/ they are preparing him. Him. The only one to survive years of dis-assembly, re-assembly. They are making him. Making Subject 23 into the perfect host.
Because Shukaku is very picky with his humans, he needs them to resemble his former body.
And that is why Subject 23 being broken, bit by bit.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait!!


"Danna?"

"Danna?"

"Un." Deidara scowled, Sapphire eyes blazing as they beheld the sight before them, His Superior; sleeping face down on a moutian of paperwork, drooling and worst of all: Ignoring him. Well, hit Buddha three times and even he'll get mad.
"DANNA!"
Sasori jerked awake. Unruly red hair plastered to his face by dried saliva.
"Wha-?" He mumbled, bringing a pale hand up to wipe the sleep from a maroon eye. "What is it, Nurse?"
The younger knelt infront of his Superior's desk, gently letting his arms rest atop the smooth oak furniture."Well?"
Deidara glanced up, then quickly averted his eyes, taking in the sterile white walls of the small office for a few moments. Carefully in his mind, the blond was trying to figure out how to safely place his words. Truth was; the man didn't want to seem like he was trying to dig too deep into the workings of this place, after what had happened to Hidan, and all. "Don't waist my time, Deidara." The older male gathered a few papers and began scribbling something down on one, "I have other things that need my attention, you know." The nurse watched silently as the doctor went back to doing what he must have been doing before he had... fallen asleep.
"Danna, un... where did the test subjects for the 'Host Project' come from?"
Immediately after this question was posed, Sasori stood from his place seated behind the desk, and pulled Deidara to his feet via the boy's uniform collar. "S-sasori s-sam-ma?" he stammered, shaking legs giving way and leaving the blond to go limp in the red head's grasp.
Upon seeing the younger's frightened posture, the older's gaze softened a little, although he did not let go of his suboridinate.
"Please, Deidara, do not ask those kinds of questions."
He let the blond go, who promptly slumped against the oak desk. "Now go."
"B-but, Danna, un-"

"Go."

SNAP.

He would just grit his teeth.

SNAP.

When this happens, he has learned that,

SNAP.

That's all he can really do...

SNAP.

Because, cries of agony only fuel the beatings.

SNAP.

"You little slut," Hissed the boy's attacker, golden eyes squinted in a delighted glare, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

SNAP.

A crooked sneer complimented said glare, but only made the man's appearance more revolting. Once again he brought the whip down, across the small boy's back.

SNAP.

"Y-yessir." His voice quavered, unable to completely suppress his pain from the reply. He hid his eyes behind crimson bangs and bloodstained sheets, in hopes of hiding his tears. he tenses, knowing that Dr. Orochimaru hadn't finished yet. But the sound of leather slicing the air does not sound behind the child. Terror ran through the red-head's limbs, knowing perfectly well what the second part of his torture held.
Sea-foam-green eyes braved a glance at the older male, taking in the sight behind him.
Dr. Orochimaru had raised the whips's handle level with his mouth. The boy shuddered as a long, sickly pink tounge wrapped around the leather instrument. All the while the older man was slicking the whip, his golden, purple lined eyes held the child's own. Only did they break eye contact when the whip handle left the doctor's mouth, and he looked down to inspect it.

"Now, Twenty Three, the fun begins." And his cruel smile grew.