A Demons Tears

Darkkinkachu: I think Shukaku is pretty cool. He may not be as all-mighty as Kyuubi and he's a little pudgy but I still think he's awesome. Apparently the Shukaku-is-cool club seems to be very limited…sigh…so I decided to write my own story of that creepy one-tail! Yay! First off, so I don't get flamed for this, you'll notice when I switch to his POV things are disorderly and may even be hard to fallow. I did that on purpurs. It says in the all knowing and awesome Wikipedia that Shukaku, while intelligent and conscious, is easily confussed and unfocused (or something like that…go look it up).It also says that Shukaku can mean drunkard :P More Authers notes at the end but for now…TO THE STORY!! And I don't own Naruto (Sorry Lawyer Lemur, I'm in a hurry)

This will be switching between third person and first person. I think…well it'll have Shukaku's POV at some points and just normal reading for most of it.

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………… is just a normal brake, signifying scene and/or time change.

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Sakura glared down at the prone figure sprawled on the forest floor. Her mind was screaming trap! But she just couldn't pass up the opportunity. A wounded, near dead Akatsuki, lost in the middle of no where? What luck! They might finally get some answers as to why Gaara had been abducted, killed and separated from his demon two weeks ago. She sent one last sweep of the area, searching for any hidden Charka. All she found was her own and the deathly low pulse of the man below her.

Kima-sama must have been smiling on her to day. She had been doing a simple perimeter check, inspecting the area near they had retrieved Gaara and, low and behold, there was all the answers they had been looking for, half-dead and just waiting. Jumping down, Sakura looked around as if expecting to be ambushed at any moment. Sure she wasn't going to get jumped, the pink haired girl advanced on the cloak-clad male.

He wore the usual Akatsuki attire. A big black cloak with crimson clouds on it and a paper rimmed hat that was hiding his face. She nudged him with her foot and jumped back. He didn't even groan. She frowned and got down on her knees next to him. If he was really that bad off, she needed to fix him quick. Dead men tell no tales, you know. She threw off the hat and rolled him on to his back. A small gasp escaped her pink lips.

He didn't look like any man she had seen before. In fact he didn't look much of a man at all. He couldn't be much older than her. Spindly, blue tattoos were etched all over his body, like chaotic spider weds. His hair was a shaggy, sandy red color with streaks of dark blue through it. His skin had been rough and tan, tough it was now pale and blotchy with dehydration. Long, wide ears swept back from his head, limp like fabric but she could feel the muscles in them. Long arms and legs seemed longer due to his shot torso and he seemed to be laying on something.

A trembling hand reached out to trace the black smudges around his closed eyes. They were even thicker than Gaaras and accented his high cheek bones and hollow face. Trembling finger reached out and brushed a few strands of course hair away from his eyes. The males face contorted at the touch but he couldn't do much else.

Sakura leaned down more, placing a charka enhanced hand on his chest, cringing when she could feel all his ribs under her fingers. She frowned as yet another rib popped under the light pressure. This guy was in bad shape…or thing…or what ever it was…

Akatsuki…Sakura thought determinedly, hoisting the strange man up, he's…its from Akatsuki and that's all that matters… as she jumped up into the trees, Sakura noticed the eyes beneath his dark lids were darting around rapidly. I wonder what some one like this dreams about…

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Dark. Cold. Something's not right. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't feel at all. What happened? Men in cloaks. An explosion. And then…pain. They were trying to do something. Pull me out I think. Bah…as if the great Shukaku could be extracted like some splinted. But something is differently not right…

I reach out with my mind, trying to feel the boys consciousness. Nothing. How strange. Perhaps they really did rip me out. Then the boy is dead. How sad…he was a good container, unlike the last two. He understood my pain, even if he didn't know it. I wonder what will happen now.

My chest…is…burning? No, that can't be. I can't feel real pain. I don't have a physical body. And yet I do…my chest…my lungs are burning for air. I might as well try. Cold, musty air, tinged with smoke, come rushing down my throat and fills lungs I shouldn't have.

What have they done to me? Perhaps…I have a new body. I will be able to seek revenge on those that hurt me. Those that imprisoned me. At last…but this body doesn't feel right. It's too small. It's not strong enough. I can't feel my charka like I should.

Slowly, I crack open one eye. Darkness. Flames. People running. The world is…sideways? No…I am on my side on the ground. The floor feels cold and hard but I relish the feeling. Something is happening. People are screaming. I can feel my bloodlust rising at the sound of their fear. Something roars and I know what it is.

I crane my neck painfully. This body is very stiff. There is my charka. It has taken on my monstrous form and is destroying this cave thing. Serves them right. I hope they all die. I hope their blood flows freely so I can feel it. Yes…it will be good to actually feel bones braking beneath my fingers again. Something is happening…

My Charka rears up and screams. I feel the pain. It…hurts. I had forgotten what real pain was like. The charka monster is tearing itself in half. What is going on? I don't understand. There is a burst of light and I am blinded. Something hits me in the stomach and I gasp. It hurts. But I know what it is. It's my charka returning to me. But not all of it. Strange…

With the new strength my charka brought, I stand up. I shake and wobble like a new born. How disgusting. And this body…I want to scream. I have been turned into some kind of mockery of life. Scrawny and weak like a human, yet still a monster. Not human. Not monster. I will kill who ever did this to me. A slow and painful death.

I lurch forward, naked, cold, lost. I am confused and disoriented but something else is bothering me. I am…alone. The hall I have stumbled down has no one in it. I no longer share my mind with any one. Suddenly I doubt my existence. I am afraid.

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After I found an empty room, I found what I was looking for. Clothing. I don't need it. I don't want it. But they will see me. I do not wish to be sucked into the hideous statue.

I pull on the black pants, slashing a hole in the back for my tail. Thank what ever god I believe in for letting me keep my tail. Next is a shirt. I frown at it, holding it up in my clumsy hands/paws. Its full of holes. The boy wore something like this on his sleeves but the whole shirt is netting. I will never understand humans.

The cloak is heavy and warm. I like it. The warmth. It is nice to feel warmth again. I want to return to the dessert and feel the warm sand again. Perhaps I will do that before I destroy Suna. I leave the sandals and grab a hat to cover my face. Now to get out of here…

I find the exit with surprisingly little trouble. The Gods must be smiling on me. The fools. Don't they know what I am? What I plan to do? I am in some sort of forest with no idea where I am. I don't know which way to go. How pathetic. I have been reduced to a lost and weak freak. I will take all the blood in the world and more to satisfy the anger and hate I'm feeling.

There is an explosion behind me. For now I will hide and bide my time. But the world will soon taste the wrath of the might Sand Demon, Shukaku.

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I am starving to death. What an unpleasant feeling. I do not like it. It is good to feel though. the grass between my clawed toes and the bark of trees scratching my palms. The wind through my fur. The sun on my back. I don't care if I die. It was just good to feel again. I am hurt. I didn't see it before, when I escaped that cave several days ago, but I am. I think I'm dieing. What a cruel world. No wonder I hate it so much.

I have changed my mind. I don't want to die. There is too much I haven't done yet. What about my revenge? There is so much more I want to feel.

I fall forward onto the soft ground. I don't want to die yet.

Something is stinging my eyes and I feel something hot and wet running down my face. I don't want to die yet.

The darkness is creeping in on my vision, taking over the shimmering green of the forest.

I don't want to die yet.

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Darkkinkachu: I do realize that Shukaku was once human(if I understand it right) but I've made it so he's always been a demon. Sorry. Further more, his personality is a bit off. Well I wanted to write him as something other than perverted conscious and bloodthirsty monster. Deal with it. I don't actually expect any one to read this any ways so…it doesn't matter! Keh…I'd ask for reviews but there's no one out there.

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