Never Trust the Eyes of a Killer

Recap

"Just go to sleep" Sasori prompted as he moved his head a bit and bared more of his shoulder for the other to use as a pillow.

"But, I'm not sleepy" Gaara complained as he still leaned his chin on the his arm. His eyes closed for a moment to avoid feeling as though he were on a sail boat during a storm.

"Then force yourself to. You're heavy, I'd rather flit than walk the entire way at normal speed." Sasori reasoned. He took a practice flitted step before stopping half way through to the cave in order to check on how the other was doing. "Not going to puke, are you?"

"Nope, I'm hanging in there" Gaara croaked as he adjusted his chin on his arm. It felt oddly good to have the wind blowing fiercely on his face.

"We'll be home soon" Sasori assured before taking another step.

'Home?' Gaara smiled to himself, yes he now had a home. Not just somewhere he lived in, but a place to spend his days with a purpose.

Chapter 11

Under the darkness of night the cave seemed a bit more hospitable, the way the torches at the entrance danced in contrast to the environment and the way the stalagmites danced in the shadows. It may have been the drunken haze flooding through Gaara's mind or the soggy disposition of his eyes that caused this revelation. Once the two redheaded vampires made it to the open entranceway they were no longer flitting, the cold winds had caused a flush to permeate throughout the cheeks of both pale vampires. It was a wonderful feeling to have the heat of the torches caress the frosty cheeks, the temperature difference creating a numbing feeling.

Gaara had never been drunk in his life. He was too young to drink in the village, only being eighteen was a drag in that sense. It wasn't like any one would be tripping over themselves to offer the dangerous, blood sucking animal a swig of alcohol. No one would be stupid enough to push their luck. At any point the sea green eyed vampire would break his control, to accelerate the process was suicide... in a sense.

Now feeling his head swim and the difference sensations all at once, he now understood why everyone looked forward to going to the local bar after work. It was liberating, there he was feeling lighter than the sand he manipulated as he continued to lean on Sasori's back for balance. It would probably horrify him in the morning that he was now officially someone's slave, but not tonight, not when he felt peace. Short legs swing back and forth as a loopy smile made its way onto his face. 'Home' he repeated to himself. It felt good.

'You seem way too happy back there' Sasori commented, a confused smirk etched on his face. He adjusted his hold on the giddy vampire, those legs were swinging much too close to a certain area where leg should not wonder. It wasn't too far to their room, he was about to let the teen off of him, but something warned him not to. A strange feeling urged him to keep moving deeper into the cave.

'Am not' came the taunting reply as the sand user shifted his face to the side away from the blinding darkness ahead of them. His eyes were blurry enough, he didn't want to have to fix his eye sight to match the darkness.

'You're swinging your legs, seems somebody is taking advantage of the situation' came the teasing voice. Sasori calmed his heart as he neared his room. Whatever he felt earlier must have been his imagination or a product of his blood loss, none the less, the paranoia was just that. paranoia.

"You're just jealous" Gaara retorted aloud, he acknowledged that Sasori was finally in his room, but refused to let go. It was then that he felt himself being tossed haphazardly onto the same bed he first woke up in. There was a gust of wind being ejected out of the younger redhead as his eyes shut themselves through the pain.

"Nope, not jealous" the puppeteer walked away towards his desk and used both his arms to support his weight. He leaned towards the wooden desk, he knew it would take his weight as he locked his shoulders. He stared down at the various puppet parts strewn about and tried to catch his suddenly fleeting breath. With all of the running and panic he barely realized how tired he was. His muscles all throughout his legs burned and his arm muscles tensed and relaxed in a constant pattern.

Annoyed the elder redhead through his cloak over to an unused corner without care. Pulling out the stool closest to him, he took a seat to ease the pressure on his leg. It took a couple of minutes, but once his breath returned to a normal, easy rhythm he looked up. His eyes darted to the younger vampire only to meet with hazy sea green eyes. They seemed to be filled with confusion, it moved from his own maroon eyes to his necklace to his hands. Not bothering to question the sudden interest in his hands the other sighed and leaned down to undo his sandals.

"So what now?" came the silent voice from the bed. Perhaps Gaara was scared, perhaps he was annoyed, or even unhappy, but his voice betrayed nothing. Monotonous voice was a trusty asset and it never really left him.

'What now indeed' Sasori thought, he made sure to shield his thoughts from the younger. He honestly had no idea what would change, he wouldn't want to force the other to do anything. That would be counterproductive seeing as Gaara would lose respect and would probably run from him. No, he'd have to take whatever this was slow. 'I guess I'll figure this out later' he thought to himself tiredly as he ran his calloused hand through his unruly hair.

"I'm going to shower" Sasori replied as he moved towards the redhead. He noticed the way he flinched to the side away from him. The puppeteer side a show of opening the drawer beside the bed making sure the other saw where his hand was going. He retrieved the black towel he needed and then turned to another shelf on the other side of his bed and took out a clean pair of dark plum boxers. "I guess you can do whatever, just don't leave the room. You're not exactly in the best shape to interact" Sasori absently addressed as he walked away towards a door adjacent to the room entrance. Inside was a complete bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower that Gaara could see from his spot on the bed.

The younger redhead was curious about how they managed to set up a complete working bathroom in a cave, but decided not to bother. There were a lot of questions he had such as how they managed to get running water, yet they still used torches to light up the cave. They were vampires, why bother with adding lights! It seemed they had furniture too, if this was a migrating vampire group why would they bother with all of the material luxuries?

Blinking bleary eyes Gaara nodded at the closing door before he let gravity take him. With a loud thump Gaara laid on the bed his arms stretched out and his legs from the knee down hanging from the edge of the bed. His head was starting to hurt, his blood pumping quickly and the burning from earlier came back.

'Ugh, are you kidding me? Just stooop' Gaara whined mentally as he lazily lifted his arm and placed it over his heart. It didn't ease the pain, it just added weight to his chest making his breathing falter a bit at the added weight. The process was done, he had a permanent master, but the pain remained. Annoyed Gaara groaned, this was completely frustrating. What does his body want? Was it his heart specifically or was it something physically wrong with him.

Figuring, in his drunken state, that he should probably get check out. He complete disregarded what Sasori told him and staggered to his feet, he felt like a zombie as his body swayed a bit. Once he felt as though he could sustain himself he walked up to the door and walked out in a slow sway. He didn't realize how his necklace glowed a luminescent red or how his eyes were also glowing.

Gaara didn't know anyone in the cave, but even in his state of thought he vaguely remember that the blonde guy was Sasori's partner. Swaying a bit Gaara let himself get immersed in the scents caught inside the cave. For a couple of minutes he fumbled with his jumbled mind trying to pinpoint the memory of the scent. It wasn't like he'd met the other vampire personally just yet, he'd only met the other when he was knocked out at his village and when he'd woken up from his sleep. A grand total of two meetings with the Deidara (both of which were violent) and now he was seeking him out for medical assistance.

Swaying a bit to the left, then right Gaara decided to ignore the sniffing tracking method. It frankly took too much thought process and concentration. Instead the redhead decided he'd just walk around until he would stumble upon the blonde or just ask the other vampires inhabiting the cave to help him. Perfect. Except what he didn't expect was that the Uchiha tail he suddenly had on him. His nose had caught a whiff of the scent, but since he wasn't interested in the Sharingan holder, he let that scent fly over his head. Smiling a bit at his brilliant plan the redhead stumbled through the halls, every now and he'd let out a chuckle at almost tripping on his own feet. He simply kept moving, he valiantly ignored the growing nausea and the feeling of drowning as he turned another corner wondering around aimlessly. He thought he'd heard screaming coming from a couple of the doors he'd passed, but the young vampire knew better than to stick his head where it didn't belong even when drunk.

'The hell is everyone?' Gaara thought to himself. He groaned painfully when his toes collided with a particularly sharp piece of rock. The pain slowed him down, it stung even as his powers rushed to close the small wound. Luckily the rock broke skin, but no blood left. "Would have been a stupid idea to bleed in a cave full of vamps, huh" he spoke to no one in general as he leaned against a wall that smelt very strongly of the blonde. Something tweaked within Gaara though, the smell was sweet and rich, it smelt like blood.

-Short explanation-

Shaking his head the sand user ignored the feeling as the pain in his chest. 'Just a bit more' was his mantra as he continued to walk forward. He now relied on his sense of smell as the scent become stronger and stronger. The dizziness hadn't subsided a bit, in fact as he continued on his way the scent seemed to worsen the feeling. It went from a bumpy pot hole infested road to a freak'n boat in the middle of a storm. For all you reading who are smart enough to not be in a boat in the middle of a storm, think of it as the equivalent to being on a rollercoaster only you're constantly spinning and the recoil is so strong it feels like your ribs are crashing into your other organs. Now that you can imagine what Gaara's feeling you could probably forgive him for what he is going to do. You see, normal non-suicidal vampires would have left at the smell of another's blood, mainly because it's hard not to attack anyone when you smell copious amounts of it. Now it takes a lot of balls to walk into another's room in the cave, but again Gaara is compromised.

- back-

Gaara came upon the door shielding the worst of the blood and thought about knocking. Sure it was a polite thing to do considering he was entering another person's room, but that would take hand- eye coordination, something Gaara was severely knocking. Nope, Gaara did the next best thing. He pushed his entire body onto the door making a loud echoing thump on the wooden door. It also created a district crack on the door. Frowning the redhead thought to himself 'He probably didn't hear me', so he lazily lifted himself from the door and lifted his leg. What he meant to do was lightly kick on the bottom of the door to make it sound like as normal knock. What actually happened was that Gaara lifted his leg, which cause him to lose balance and as he felt himself sink with gravity he decided to go along with the original plan. With more power than he intended the redhead managed to break the door in half, even in his drunken state the vampire managed to kick in the very same spot he cracked the door at.

Now when I said the door broke in half I would like to clarify that the door was not flimsy. The doors on all of the rooms were thick material about seven to eight inches thick, which was intentionally done so nobody would be able to get in if locked out. In the case of the screaming room it was to keep people in. So you can imagine anyone's surprise when the scrawny little vampire managed to break the door down to the point it was hanging on to a couple of splinters. Almost to add insult to injury the splinters separated and the half of the door that had been hanging on pitifully handed harshly on the injured vampire.

Annoyed and confused the blond vampire slowly got off his bed, he took a moment to readjust the towel on his forearm before strolling over to his demolished door. He kicked off the door that was obscuring his view of the idiot who was now lying on the ground. A simple knock was all they needed, the fucking door was open. There was a perfectly good door knob that had somehow been detached from the fall. Grumbling at the amount of damage he glared down at sea green eyes. "Tch, what the hell do you want?" he growled out at the redhead now blinking absently.

"Need help" Gaara whispered as he brought his hand to his chest, he forewent the pain now radiating through his left arm and ribs. They had taken most of the impact in order to protect his face. He knew the pain would go away in a couple of minutes. Sitting up with more effort than most would put in, he faced the ticked off blonde. "It hurts" he simply remarked.

"I imagined it would idiot, the door was open. The hell were you thinking? Ya don't just barge into someone's room and tear down their fucking door." Deidara scoffed at the redhead when he tilted his head in a confused manor. Taking a better look at the other's eyes he realized that they were glowing unnaturally in the darkness, he then proceeded to chuckle a bit to himself. He'd seen the same thing a couple of time with other vampires, it meant that they were drunk. Unlike humans, it would take about thirty times the amount of alcohol humans can consume (without dying) to get a vampire to be tipsy. The only really way to get them drunk would be to over drink blood.

Returning his scowl the blonde took hold of the redhead's uninjured arm and pulled him inside the room. It was bad enough that the little idiot was destroying private property, but if he managed to get himself even more injured there was no telling what Sasori would do. "Sit down" Deidara growled as he moved to the cabinet by his bed and pulled out a rarely used first aid kit. Normally the blonde wouldn't need to use the safety precaution, but if the other was experiencing pain that wasn't healing on its own it was better to be safe.

"Where do I sit, there are three beds" Gaara widened his eyes then squinted to see if his vision would get any better, but nothing seemed to work. The swaying came back and the vampire knew he needed a seat or he'd fall over. He'd had enough falling over for one night, so he turned himself around and trusted himself to land on the bed. Instead he landed on the ground causing pain to radiant up and down his ass and lower back. A yelp was released as Gaara landed making the blonde look up from gathering the different types of dressing he may need.

Rolling his eyes the blonde took everything he needed and placed it on the bed. "Three beds, my ass" Deidara muttered as he once again grabbed at the other's right arm this time grabbing the bicep to get a better grip. He the shoved the redhead onto the bed and poked him on the forehead much like Itachi would. He watched as Gaara's sea green eyes become unfocused and he moved backwards with the force of the poke.

"First time getting drunk?" Deidara asked as he plucked the towel off his arm. He felt the bleeding stop now and from the itching on his skin the it told him the skin was growing back. He simply licked a bit of the excess blood that had already coagulated. Smirking he saw sea green eyes following his tongue and shook his head. The poor brat was probably going to lunge at him if he didn't quit soon. "Well?"

"I'm a minor" was the simple answer as a pale hand went over his eyes and covered the tantalizing image of a soft pink muscle moving over an open wound. It was too delicious an image, a torture to watch even as his stomach hung low, heavy from the feast. To further answer he shook his head letting out a moan at the pain radiating from his head. It hurt to move now, ugh if this was how being drunk felt, then Gaara vowed never to overeat or touch alcohol in his lifetime.

"So?" Deidara chuckled to himself at the innocent answer. By the time he had been Gaara's age he did whatever the hell he wanted. He'd drink his weight in alcohol, feast on as much blood as he could possibly want then sleep it off until it was time to eat again. If it hadn't been for Sasori he probably would have been killed long ago, either by his own village or his poor lifestyle choices. Looking at the redhead below it was fairly obvious that he probably had no idea what being drunk was like and probably wouldn't get drunk ever again. "You're young, you're allowed to have fun"

"This isn't fun" Gaara groaned as a pale hand pushed his own hand away from his chest. He wanted to protest that the pain was too much to not put pressure on, but he'd come to the blonde for help. It wouldn't do to have the blonde get annoyed at him so he let him. "It hurts" he groaned as baby blue eyes continued to put pressure on the same place Gaara had.

"Well, I guess everyone has different experiences" was the absent response. He pushed away the red pendant and started to lift the redhead's shirt off to get a better picture of what was ailing him. It took a bit of maneuvering since the slight teen kept squirming because his fingers were to cold. At one point the drunken teen nearly landed an elbow on the stunned blonde. Once the stupid shirt was removed it only removed a nearly unscathed torso, it like the rest of his body was deathly pale. At the ribcage his bones stuck out in a rather unappealing, malnourished manner. "Now what exactly hurts?" Deidara questioned before be brought down his hand to put pressure on Gaara's chest once more.

"My chest" came the simple response as the redhead groaned impatiently. The pain was getting worse if possible and he wanted it to just end.

Rolling his eyes Deidara lifted his hand to see if there was anything specifically marring his chest, but found nothing. "I gathered that, just tell me how it hurts. Does it sting or burn or is it just sore?" he asked. Honestly he just wanted to go and eat, but it would be irresponsible to just leave the younger vampire alone.

"It stings and burns."Gaara clarified as he felt the skin of his chest start to burn as well. Stunned the blonde watched as a single spot on the vampires chest began to flush, thinking it was nothing he just looked at the medication he had. Nothing would help burning inside a chest, maybe it was heartburn, but if it were something that simple why wouldn't he go to Sasori. Why would the redhead come to him? Did they get into a fight or something?

"Could be heartburn, did you recently feed?" Deidara asked, but then face palmed. 'No duh, he's drunk off blood. Yeah he fed, where else would he manage to get the blood.' He saw the redhead nod and he nodded himself in acceptance of the answer. Picking up the container with small pill capsules he used his fangs to tear open the plastic. Two small non-descriptive white pills fell out into his waiting hand. Baby blue eyes stared out into his room to look for water to help ease the pills down, but he found none. 'Tch of course there's no water in here' he growled to himself. He found the bucket he'd used to wash off the blood on his arm and decided to use a bit of the water to ease the pills in.

Not knowing what was happening the redhead felt his head being lifted and his lips being pried open. He allowed it to happy opening his mouth further until he felt something small, but hard hit the back of his throat. Natural instincts told him to spit it out before he choked, however, before he could his mouth was drowning in iron infused water. It was too much so the sand user simply closed his mouth as best he could and swallowed what was in his mouth as best he could. It was hard considering he was leaning back and it felt like he was being suffocated and liquid was entering his body adding onto the surplus of blood in his stomach. Groaning Gaara let his eyes fall at the feeling of the solid unit go down his esophagus and the water sloshing away.

He felt nothing for a minutes, just the same pain from before still at a steady stream. He wanted to voice out a complaint that it hadn't worked so he opened his eyes only to catch the deepest red eyes at the doorway. He growled dangerously confusing the unsuspecting clay user. The blonde looked down at the redhead's eyes and followed his gaze only to come eye to eye with a smirking Itachi. "What the hell do you want, Itachi? This isn't a good time" Deidara rolled his eyes at the amused chuckle that came from Itachi. 'That stupid jerk thinks he's so much better than me. That fucker isn't so great' he purposely let his thought's be heard because frankly he didn't give a shit if the Uchiha heard. It was better if he did. Deidara's attention went back to Gaara's chest and his body froze as he saw the flush grow, at some point while he was distracted the rash like flush grew to the size of a grapefruit.

Concerned the blonde began to look for any sort of allergy medication thinking the redhead probably had a negative reaction to the pills. Gaara grabbed onto the pendent as the pain seemed to sear something terrible right where is heart was. It felt as though someone were to put a flame right on it, which caused the redhead to let out a loud piercing scream. "Fuck, it burns" he yelped out as the blonde quickly placed more pressure on the spot that had turned an angry red.

It was only then that Itachi felt he should enter the room given the blonde was now panicking rummaging through the first aid kit with one hand while the other was still putting pressure on the burning chest. The Uchiha silently took a seat on the bed and glanced at the redhead, his eyes were shut tight as death grip on his pendant only served to prove how painful it was. He thought about using mangekyo sharingan, but seeing as the last time he'd done it he was tackled he thought better of it. Perhaps he could simply heal the teen using his vampire abilities... not that he'd done so very often, but there was a chance that this would stop the screaming. The screeching was seriously starting to hurt both of the vampire's sensitive ears, the vibrations ringing insistently in their ear drum.

"Hold on" Itachi reassured as monotoned as possible lifting a hand to the scarlet red chest and resting it there. Deidara was busy trying to hold flailing arms back as sharpened nails tried to knick their faces in widened motions. The blonde noticed that the redhead's eyes were darkening which caused his eyes to widen and an audible gulp to escape him. 'Shit, the fucking beast' he growled to Itachi. The raven wasn't paying any attention to him, he was too busy focusing on the pale green energy leaving his out stretched fingers. His thoughts were trying to search out the other redhead to get him over here to deal with the panicking vampire. It was his responsibility to figure out what to do after all.

"Gaara, you gotta calm down. Just hang on to something" Deidara looked around his small room for something the other could hold onto in an attempt to stop his thrashing about. He could used the towels, but it was already used and would cause quite a mess if he decided to throw them. Instead he found a load of old clumpy clay that he'd meant to throw out earlier and ran for them. He quickly placed half on each of the vampire's hands. "just clamp down on the clay, we're gonna help you. Don't worry"

Telepathically he tried to reach out to Karin, surely the other vampire would be more in her element than he was in. His baby blue eyes traced over the light green light, it wasn't doing anything. The skin was still red and swollen looking, honestly Deidara kept staring at the burning skin wondering what the hell was going on. It couldn't be an allergic reaction, it couldn't have anything to do with being drunk... what happened?

'Karin, if you can hear me get in here. Sasori's pet just went berserk' Deidara snickered a bit to himself before dodging a wayward wad of clay. 'Hurry' he added as Itachi released his hold on the redhead. He looked as though he were disappointed, but then again the perfect Uchiha couldn't fix this problem. Deidara would have let out a taunting cackle, but given the fact there was a sick, unstable vampire under them it was probably better to hold it in for a rainy day. Instead Deidara retrieved the thrown wad of clay and placed it on Gaara's open hand, he quickly closed his hand over it and moved them onto the bed sheets.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" came a familiar deep voice from the door. Turning both vampires were met with twin unamused maroon eyes glaring down at them. Gaara continued to thrash and squirm under them groaning and growling with the clay tightly fisted. Deidara raised an eyebrow wondering if it wasn't obvious enough, they were helping the stupid puppeteer's charge. Something he should have been doing. A blinding scream had all three vampires looking back down at the younger vampire surprised that such an inhuman, not even animalistic, noise came out of him. By now both eyes had darkened with yellow peeking out. His exposed chest started to burn a burnt tan color right by the initial point of the burning.

Slowly both vampires stepped away from the vampire as the screams got louder and the dark color began to form a sort of pattern. Stunned Deidara wanted to just get out of there, the last time he had to watch the kid when he was acting "weird" he ended up with a cracked rib and sand all over him. It took four baths to fully get the stubborn gains out of his long hair, especially on his long bangs. It was the fact this was taking place in HIS room that had him rooted in place, like hell was he about to be kicked out of HIS room. "Anyone wanna volunteer to hold him down?" came the blonde's sarcastic remark as a sand started to emerge from the ground, popping up like daisies.

"What did you do?" Sasori was annoyed to find his slave out of the room upon finishing his shower, but to find him in his partner's room shirtless was definitely not painting any pretty pictures. Not only that, he also had that weasel Uchiha on top of him, he wasn't that calm the first time the other tried to lay a hand on him. What changed now? Why did he care anyway? Glaring at the Uchiha Sasori pushed him aside, calmly he walked over to the struggling vampire and leaned over to get a better look at the markings. The seared lines seemed to be random, but they continued to appear even as Sasori began to emit his own healing energy onto the redhead. It seemed to calm the other vampire enough to stop the screaming, Gaara's throat would probably be very soar tomorrow from all of the screaming. He didn't stop making sounds though, groans and low growls frequently left the vampire as he struggled against the pain.

"I dunno, he came HERE" Deidara sneered as he remembered the broken door he'd have to get replaced. It was going to be that dumbass puppeteer that was going to go out to get a replacement, not him. Nope, that was Sasori's responsibility to take care of the kid, and even if he was drunk while doing it, Gaara still destroyed property. "He was drunk and came here complaining about a pain in his chest"

"Chest?" Sasori never took his eyes off of the younger redhead, it seemed that the markings weren't random. From what he could see it was probably kanji, but seeing as it wasn't finished or etched in the correct order of lines, it was difficult to tell what was being written. "Well what did you give him?" he growled out losing his last strain of patient as a pair of sharpened nails came right towards him. Maroon eyes caught the motion before any damage could be done, but being around the younger vampire was simply too much.

"I thought it was heartburn" the blonde rolled his eyes at the tone of voice being directed at him. He was trying to help the damn "string master", but there he goes again being ungrateful. "I gave him some pills for it" He went to the nearby trash to fish out the packaging and then flashed it to the vampire.

"Why would you suspect heartburn?" Itachi questioned snarkily from his place a good eight feet away from either vampire. Both vampire turned away from the dangerous being on the bed to glare at the smartass behind them. Wanting nothing more than to gloat Itachi decided to stay quiet. Neither one of the vampires had any clue what was going on! 'Heh, amateurs' he thought to himself privately. He glanced at the thrashing redhead once more and shook his head, those idiots have no idea what they'll be in for.

"Well then smartass, enlighten us. Tell us what the fuck he's suffering from so we can stop wasting time and fix it" Deidara lost his temper growling lowly at the Uchiha. His eyes began to darken as he felt his anger begin to escalate farther than it had in a long time. The added appendages on his palms munched their teeth together to keep from letting out any kind of leftover clay and exploding on the cocky vampire.

"He was obviously suffering from the effects of their bonding" Itachi smirked. He elaborated by pointing a long perfectly trimmed finger at the forming mark. "That is one of the first and most painful signs that a vampire has completed a bond. Once it's done it should form into the symbol dorei, slave. It usually appears on an arm or leg or neck, but it's not a stretch to find one on a chest" Dull onyx eyes stared down on the keening body examining the exposed neck and arms for anymore symbols, he'd seen some vampires with multiple scorched symbols. Deep inside he wouldn't have mind to see more there just to keep watching the unruly redhead suffer, especially after denying him mastership of him.

"I don't get it, the books never said anything about a sign" Sasori frowned, his eyebrows knitted as he thought back to the number of ancient literature he'd spent hours pondering over. It was unlikely that the authors would forget to mention something that important about the bonding ritual. He glanced at the younger vampire and watched as 'rei' was finished and the last stroke of 'do' was being etched on. 'Shit, he's right'

"How would you even know all of this" accused the blonde as he tried to wrench the heating clay out of the vampire's hand. His eyes never left the gathering sand on his floor. If he learned anything from the last encounter, it would definitely be to never underestimate the power of the fucking sand. His real concern here was the fact that the clay could possibly ignite and burst in the other's hand. That was what technically happened to the blonde before he'd managed to break down the door.

Earlier that day~

Deidara was fucking pissed to find out that Hidan 'borrowed' a wad of his clay when he was gone hunting. It seemed that the weirdo managed to find where he hid his clay no matter where he decided to hide it. At the very least the crazed religious nut returned the clay, but he left it out in the open. BIG MISTAKE. The damn clay was semi hardened by the time the blonde came back. He immediately began to try and warm it up by kneading it and adding a bit of water to soften it, but it took a while. In the end he managed to get half of them back to normal and the other half completely hardened, much to his annoyance. To test if the other half would he somewhat useful, he stored the restored clay away to the moistened clay holder (a box he got from the mist village a long time ago). Unfortunately for the blonde he didn't realized that the clay hardened on the outside, but not on the inside. This bit of information would have been critical for what he did next.

The blonde tested the texture of the clay and frowned as his suspicion was proven. The damn clay was very much hardened and would be useless to remold. Annoyed and beyond upset about the loss of his precious clay the blonde began to add pressure on the clay. Unbeknownst to the blonde, a piece of the clay happened to break off. This shouldn't have mattered if the clay was thoroughly hardened, but since it wasn't it reacted with the heat and the extra power rolling off the blonde.

In one blinding moment the clay trembled before there was a flash and a loud, deafening boom that filled the cave. Caught off guard the blonde was sent flying towards the end of the room, his head whirling and body feeling light. It took a couple of seconds to get his head back to cognitive thoughts and his sight to stop seeing dark spots. When he saw the condition of his arm it looked like a damn mess. His bone was visible, the off white was made dingy looking from all the crimson blood surrounding it and covering parts of it. Chuckling the blonde thought about the last time he'd ever set off a bomb on himself. It had been a while, but thankfully the cave had held up well and that he'd fed before the incident. A bit of his ceiling had come loose and his clothes were charred, but he decided to simply clean up what he could and wait for his body to fix itself. There was no going around that. Thankfully it was just a tiny piece that ignited because he didn't think the cave was sturdy enough to take it.

Unfortunately and fortunately (depending on how you look at it), Deidara forgot all about the wad of clay and it continued to dry out as he went about cleaning up.

Present~

"Deidara, why is he holding your clay? Are you trying to get him blown up?" Sasori growled at the blonde once the clay piece were removed from his heavily clenched fists.

"They're hardened, it's not like they would explode" He lied smoothly as he threw the ruined clay into the nearby trash bin. He then moved to get some disinfectant from the discarded first aid kit. He knew that a vampire's saliva would do a better trick, anyone knew that, but he was not about to put his tongue all over the other's chest. It also didn't seem like Sasori or Itachi would readily volunteer to do it either.

"That's funny. Doesn't explain why there was an explosion a while ago, the air seemed to be permeating your scent too. Strange" Itachi teased like the smartass he was. He was usually silent, but today he wanted to mess with both vampires. Especially the blonde for the earlier comment.

"You're not doing shit! Get the hell out" Deidara growled out trying very hard not to flush in embarrassment. 'That motherfucker' he thought to himself as he dabbed a cotton ball with the strong smelling disinfectant. He vowed to get the damn Uchiha back for that uncalled for snitching, just wait he was going to plant a fucking bomb in his shower or in his clothes so he could kiss his precious jewels goodbye. No one fucking messed with this blonde... hell no.

"Leave" growled the pissed off puppeteer as he reached down to grab another cotton ball with a pair of extra tweezers. All of this arguing was giving him a migraine and it was not getting anything done. "You're wasting time" He added as he held down a trembling arm that was posing a bit of danger as it kept trying to claw at his face.

"Have it your way, but Karin isn't going to be here for a while. She went out with Sasuke and Naruto to get some supplies" he answered as he slowly walked out of the door. He felt oddly lighter at seeing the suffering from the redhead and the panicking on both the other vampires. Getting them both angry was an added bonus.

It was silent between the two vampires for a while as they dutifully went about cleaning the burning skin. Every now and then one would hit a tender area and get a pained roar from the sand user. He seemed exhausted on the bed, but the worst seemed to be over. He relaxed as the last inch was swiped off and the two vampires leaned away.

Honestly the scar looked absolutely terrible, it looked like a tattoo gone wrong, it was swollen with long ridges that seemed to dig in deep into the skin. At some points in the symbol it seemed as though the raised parts were going to pop out. There were patches of blood that dried at certain places, but it just looked like a mess. Weary sea green eyes cracked open only to be met with the faces of two concern vampires staring down at him. "Is it over?" he asked weakly, his throat was dry and it felt like his vocal cords were scratched and bruised. It simply hurt to even swallow the saliva, but Gaara didn't want to choke so he did it. It was not the smartest thing since the stinging brought unintentional tears to his lazy moist eyes. He wanted to blink them away, but it just took too much to even lift and relax his eyelids. Instead the heavy tears were set off and it left through the side of his eye leaving a trail of salty liquid to his ear.

Shaking his head Deidara refused to answer the kid. He wasn't about to lie to him and tell him it was over, that would be stupid. He wasn't even sure if this was over, it started so quickly and it took a while to get this done.

Sasori ended up being the one to answer, taking his hand he traced the trail of tears and sighed. "I think it is, don't worry, just go to sleep. The pain should subside" he comforted in his monotone, it didn't seem to be affectionate to anyone else who would be watching, but to Deidara he was amazed. Usually his partner would be heartless, he would avoid answering those sort of questions and instead tell them that they were wasting his time with stupid questions. At least now he was trying to be supportive, he was stiff and very awkward, but it was a start. The blonde turned his head from the interaction and began to scratch his ponytail.

'Well now what?' he thought to himself. There was no way in hell they could move the vampire out of his bed. He suffered enough as it was from the whole branding situation, it would just be a complete dick move to attempt the move. There was no need to move him, but the sun would be coming up soon and he was dead tired. Where would he settle down and catch some shut eye.

"Look you can take my room for now, we can't move him" Sasori answered the unasked question as he watched the younger vampire's eyelids sink. They were finally shut and his breathe began to even out.

"You sure?" Deidara questioned. No one entered the other's room, it was always booby trapped with unpleasant and often humiliating traps. Then again with Gaara around he doubted that Sasori had the time to set them up, much less build them. He was constantly kept on his toes with the troublesome vampire.

"Yeah, just go" he called out disinterested by the astonishment the other was exhibiting. He just wanted to be alone with the other vampire, something inside him was feeling a little too overprotective. The other blonde was trustworthy, that much he knew and would stake his word on. The problem was that the fiery feeling inside him was still angry that Gaara hadn't turned to him. They were in the same room, literally a couple of feet away, but the other didn't bother to go to him. Instead he managed to search out the blonde vampire. For some reason it hurt. Sasori couldn't work out why, but it did.

"I was so close to you, why didn't you call out for me?" he whispered out loud. It didn't matter that it would probably be very embarrassing because the other was completely knocked out. He ran his hand over the fire red locks and frowned. Even Itachi was there, he was such a sleaze and it was annoying that he always seemed to have an unwanted interested in Gaara.

"I promised to take care of you" he continued and to add to this he gulped looking down at the scar. It wasn't healing, not at all, even with Gaara's vampire abilities. Knowing he would feel guilty if he had to see the burns every day, he lowered his face down to the exposed chest. "Trust in me"

A pink tongue escaped through pale lips and ran experimentally over burn skin. The burn of alcohol almost deterred him as he jerked his tongue away from the strange taste. It was already hard to do this because this was Gaara, he was another vampire, and young, and male... not that he would do this to a female. It was just awkward. It was a blessing to have the other sleeping, it took a while to get every inch of the exposed, crispy burnt skin lubricated with his saliva. Amazingly where their vampire healing energies couldn't fix, his saliva did. Little by little the skin began to piece back together and the ugly jagged edges smoothed down. It sizzled at the contact and every so often Sasori would stop to gage the other's reaction on a particularly ugly mark, but the sleeping vampire looked serene in unconsciousness. Once finished Sasori saw the flush on Gaara's face and shook his head. He wanted to rest up as well, but seeing as Deidara had his room and Gaara already had this bed... he thought about sleeping in the extra couch in the hall. It would be far from Gaara, unless he moved it here.

Thinking better of it Sasori decided to move the reclining chair from the lounge room to this room. It could be easier to move the chair in the long run. It would be quick.

Upon getting up Sasori took one last glance at the redhead before turning towards the door. He froze as a familiar weight fell on his shirt, he wanted to groan, but he choked it in. Reaching back he grabbed onto the cold hand on the bottom of his shirt and removed it. "Gaara, go to sleep" he stated exasperated.

"Don't go, you made this happen. Stay here" He glared at the puppeteer without any real malice. He twisted the hold on his hand and grabbed the other's wrist. "You're not going anywhere"

"Where do you suggest I stay then?" he asked not liking the tone of voice being used. He was still a bit peeved at the other and the guilt trip wasn't appreciated. The last time he checked Gaara WANTED this, and he was a slave, therefore in no place to order him around. Pulling in as much patience as possible Sasori sighed and slowly shook off the grip on his wrist.

"I dunno, this bed isn't that small" Gaara made an attempt to shift over. He hissed a bit as the jostling motion seared through his chest and to his shoulder. He grit his teeth through it until there was sufficient space, enough for the other vampire to fit comfortably. It was a bit startling, but it was only at that moment leaning into the bed that Sasori really noticed how small the other vampire was. He assumed he was about Deidara's build, but no, he was much slimmer, almost too boney.

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" He looked at the curled up redhead and wondered if it was advisable. It would probably be painful if the earlier hisses were any indication.

"Yeah, just slide in" Gaara mumbled into the pillow. What Sasori failed to see was the wad of pillows Gaara stuffed into his mouth to stop himself from yelling out in pain. He was not in that much pain, because Sasori's saliva had relieved a lot of the stinging and the skin. Gaara would never tell, but he had felt everything. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't unconscious. It felt weird, it should have weirded him out, the contact, but it didn't. It felt oddly pleasant to be cared for, minus the tongue. at least the feeling of being on a rocking boat was gone. Who knew extreme screaming and a fuck ton of pain could get rid of the daze of drunkenness.

"Fine" Sasori turned to the source of light, a small, but strong lantern and closed it. He then returned to the bed and slid in next to the redhead. It was awkward to saw the least. He was a master now, officially, and he was sleeping in the same bed as his slave, Gaara. Something felt weirdly strange about it, but honestly the strain of the day was enough to just send him to sleep.

He felt the younger vampire shift a bit before rolling his eyes and wrapping an arm around the vampire. It was obvious the other was not okay in the curled position. He laid back and brought the sand user back with him so a quarter of his body, the hurt half, was on top of him. "Go to sleep"

"Hnn" Gaara grunted before closing his surprised eyes. 'Goodnight Shukaku' he thought silently before letting his body finally succumb to its rightful rest.

That morning none of the vampires dare enter the east corridor, Deidara had done the smart thing. He warned everyone of the newly bonded vampires, just to save anyone from an embarrassing fight over something that could be avoided. The two vampires slept peacefully in an intimate yet odd position.

A/N: Jalo everyone. So I am happy I finally finished this chapter... which was still shorter than I wanted. I have problems finding inspiration and I will admit some parts were told from experience... ahem. Anyway I start classes again soon and I'm still wondering whether or not I should go back to Norway or to Paraguay for Spring. I love both of them, they are both like my home, but I can only go to one. Schmerr... what do you guys think? Well you probably never read these notes anyway, so I guess I'll just go to sleep. It's 11:25, yup I should sleep. ~TheRussianGaaraKid out