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Title: Demon Spawn
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: T
Warnings: Some swearing, very mild violence, MPreg, crack, rampant Kankuro abuse
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: A diplomatic visit to Konoha have bizarre and permanent consequences for the Sand Sibs. Poor, poor Kankuro...
Notes: This was inspired by Sian telling me about one of the kids she works with confusing Shukaku and Iruka, resulting in Iruka the Sand Demon. The crack then developed into this. Frankly, we should be shot. Especially me. I wouldn't blame the people who frequent the Naruto Fandom if they hunted us down to kill us.
Chapter 1
The Shit Hits The Fan
Kankuro had restrained himself, really. When he and Temari had first been greeted by the sight of their little brother curled up on the floor and whimpering about ‘mother’, he had stopped himself from charging out of their rooms and gutting the ANBU guards Tsunade had stationed around the place.
Barely.
The fact remained that he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He could deal with Gaara being mentally unstable – he’d had to learn how to deal with that – but Gaara quivering on the floor? That was just outside his area of expertise.
Even worse, it looked like Temari was just as clueless as he was. His sister wasn’t allowed to be clueless. She wasn’t!
By the end of the week, they had just managed to calm Gaara down. Gaara said nothing about what had happened to turn him into said quivering wreck, and Kankuro decided that he didn’t really want to know. After all, if it could reduce Gaara to whimpering in horror while curled in a foetal ball, he didn’t want to think about what it could do to him. Besides, Gaara had mentioned ‘mother’, which meant Shukaku was involved somehow, and the less Kankuro had to deal with that fruitcake demon, the happier he would be.
Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last. Gaara got sick.
The first time Gaara threw up, their stay in Konoha had just reached its sixth week. They were sick of staying there, but really didn’t have much of a choice due to Tsunade and her preference of ignoring the diplomacy in favour of drinking.
But when Gaara got ill, there was nothing that they could really do about it. They had to take him to the hospital – no one really knew how Shukaku would react if Gaara got ill – and they had to do it quickly. It was also a good way to corner Tsunade, in Temari’s opinion, as she was the best medic in Konoha.
And that was when the shit hit the fan.
Tsunade looked very, very smug as she delivered her diagnosis. Temari’s jaw dropped, while Kankuro was careful to shape his features into a blank mask. It wouldn’t do for Gaara to see him panicking. Not that Gaara was actually looking at him. He was gazing out of the window, face blank, and his hand resting on his stomach.
Somehow, someone had managed to get Gaara pregnant.
The older brother in Kankuro was howling for justice. He wanted to tear the balls off the bastard who had touched his baby brother and use them for paperweights. He wanted blood, gore, and violent retribution. He most certainly did not want to know the answer to Temari’s question.
His sister had just opened her big mouth and asked, “How?”
Tsunade shrugged. “It might be something to do with the Ichibi,” she said.
“But…Shukaku’s male,” Temari protested. “Right Gaara?”
Gaara twitched but did not respond. Tsunade theorised. “We know Gaara’s seal doesn’t shut him off from Shukaku entirely,” she said.
Gaara twitched again. Kankuro sent his brother a nervous look. Even though Gaara wasn’t speaking, the topic of conversation was clearly bothering him.
“But Gaara’s sand defence would have sprung into action if whoever impregnated him was intending to harm him,” Tsunade was saying. “So it must have been consensual.”
Kankuro couldn’t help it. A strangled groan escaped his throat, drawing Temari’s attention. She gave him a baleful stare.
“Look,” she said. “If it makes Gaara happy…”
“It was mother,” Gaara said suddenly.
Kankuro suddenly had an image of his younger brother being molested by a giant raccoon made of sand. It wasn’t very comforting. In fact, it made his plans for a bloody and violent retribution a bit…out of his league. He would probably have to enlist Naruto.
“What do you mean, Gaara?” Temari asked softly.
Gaara turned and looked at her. His glare clearly stated that he thought she was being an absolute moron. “I fell asleep,” he said. “Shukaku took over. I woke up when it was done. Shukaku’s happy.”
That…couldn’t be a good thing.
“Are you happy Gaara?” Temari asked, while Kankuro thanked his lucky stars that he wouldn’t have to beat up the Ichibi in defence of his brother’s honour.
“Yes,” Gaara said after a while.
Well that was that as far as Temari was concerned. Disturbing as it was, Gaara was happy, and that meant that their continued survival was guaranteed for a bit longer. But Kankuro had one more question.
“Did you see the fa – I mean, the other father?” he asked.
Gaara nodded. “I don’t know him,” he said. “A Konoha Chuunin with a scar over his nose.”
Tsunade choked. “Umino Iruka?” she asked. “The teacher at the academy?”
“Is that his name?” Gaara asked. It sounded as if he really didn’t care.
Kankuro cared, though. And this Iruka guy would care as well as soon as Kankuro caught up to him and tore him into tiny little pieces.
It was only when Iruka was in traction when a disturbing thought struck Kankuro. It made him freeze right there in the street, making an old lady bump into him and drop her shopping bags. Kankuro didn’t notice. In fact, he turned towards the Hokage’s office and ran, hoping to gain permission to stay in Konoha as the resident Suna diplomat.
Gaara was pregnant. Pregnancy meant mood swings and cravings and labour. And Kankuro, who did want to live to see his twentieth birthday, was hardly going to put himself in the way of a pregnant Gaara.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: T
Warnings: Some swearing, very mild violence, MPreg, crack, rampant Kankuro abuse
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: A diplomatic visit to Konoha have bizarre and permanent consequences for the Sand Sibs. Poor, poor Kankuro...
Notes: This was inspired by Sian telling me about one of the kids she works with confusing Shukaku and Iruka, resulting in Iruka the Sand Demon. The crack then developed into this. Frankly, we should be shot. Especially me. I wouldn't blame the people who frequent the Naruto Fandom if they hunted us down to kill us.
The Shit Hits The Fan
Kankuro had restrained himself, really. When he and Temari had first been greeted by the sight of their little brother curled up on the floor and whimpering about ‘mother’, he had stopped himself from charging out of their rooms and gutting the ANBU guards Tsunade had stationed around the place.
Barely.
The fact remained that he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He could deal with Gaara being mentally unstable – he’d had to learn how to deal with that – but Gaara quivering on the floor? That was just outside his area of expertise.
Even worse, it looked like Temari was just as clueless as he was. His sister wasn’t allowed to be clueless. She wasn’t!
By the end of the week, they had just managed to calm Gaara down. Gaara said nothing about what had happened to turn him into said quivering wreck, and Kankuro decided that he didn’t really want to know. After all, if it could reduce Gaara to whimpering in horror while curled in a foetal ball, he didn’t want to think about what it could do to him. Besides, Gaara had mentioned ‘mother’, which meant Shukaku was involved somehow, and the less Kankuro had to deal with that fruitcake demon, the happier he would be.
Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last. Gaara got sick.
The first time Gaara threw up, their stay in Konoha had just reached its sixth week. They were sick of staying there, but really didn’t have much of a choice due to Tsunade and her preference of ignoring the diplomacy in favour of drinking.
But when Gaara got ill, there was nothing that they could really do about it. They had to take him to the hospital – no one really knew how Shukaku would react if Gaara got ill – and they had to do it quickly. It was also a good way to corner Tsunade, in Temari’s opinion, as she was the best medic in Konoha.
And that was when the shit hit the fan.
Tsunade looked very, very smug as she delivered her diagnosis. Temari’s jaw dropped, while Kankuro was careful to shape his features into a blank mask. It wouldn’t do for Gaara to see him panicking. Not that Gaara was actually looking at him. He was gazing out of the window, face blank, and his hand resting on his stomach.
Somehow, someone had managed to get Gaara pregnant.
The older brother in Kankuro was howling for justice. He wanted to tear the balls off the bastard who had touched his baby brother and use them for paperweights. He wanted blood, gore, and violent retribution. He most certainly did not want to know the answer to Temari’s question.
His sister had just opened her big mouth and asked, “How?”
Tsunade shrugged. “It might be something to do with the Ichibi,” she said.
“But…Shukaku’s male,” Temari protested. “Right Gaara?”
Gaara twitched but did not respond. Tsunade theorised. “We know Gaara’s seal doesn’t shut him off from Shukaku entirely,” she said.
Gaara twitched again. Kankuro sent his brother a nervous look. Even though Gaara wasn’t speaking, the topic of conversation was clearly bothering him.
“But Gaara’s sand defence would have sprung into action if whoever impregnated him was intending to harm him,” Tsunade was saying. “So it must have been consensual.”
Kankuro couldn’t help it. A strangled groan escaped his throat, drawing Temari’s attention. She gave him a baleful stare.
“Look,” she said. “If it makes Gaara happy…”
“It was mother,” Gaara said suddenly.
Kankuro suddenly had an image of his younger brother being molested by a giant raccoon made of sand. It wasn’t very comforting. In fact, it made his plans for a bloody and violent retribution a bit…out of his league. He would probably have to enlist Naruto.
“What do you mean, Gaara?” Temari asked softly.
Gaara turned and looked at her. His glare clearly stated that he thought she was being an absolute moron. “I fell asleep,” he said. “Shukaku took over. I woke up when it was done. Shukaku’s happy.”
That…couldn’t be a good thing.
“Are you happy Gaara?” Temari asked, while Kankuro thanked his lucky stars that he wouldn’t have to beat up the Ichibi in defence of his brother’s honour.
“Yes,” Gaara said after a while.
Well that was that as far as Temari was concerned. Disturbing as it was, Gaara was happy, and that meant that their continued survival was guaranteed for a bit longer. But Kankuro had one more question.
“Did you see the fa – I mean, the other father?” he asked.
Gaara nodded. “I don’t know him,” he said. “A Konoha Chuunin with a scar over his nose.”
Tsunade choked. “Umino Iruka?” she asked. “The teacher at the academy?”
“Is that his name?” Gaara asked. It sounded as if he really didn’t care.
Kankuro cared, though. And this Iruka guy would care as well as soon as Kankuro caught up to him and tore him into tiny little pieces.
It was only when Iruka was in traction when a disturbing thought struck Kankuro. It made him freeze right there in the street, making an old lady bump into him and drop her shopping bags. Kankuro didn’t notice. In fact, he turned towards the Hokage’s office and ran, hoping to gain permission to stay in Konoha as the resident Suna diplomat.
Gaara was pregnant. Pregnancy meant mood swings and cravings and labour. And Kankuro, who did want to live to see his twentieth birthday, was hardly going to put himself in the way of a pregnant Gaara.
