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No point in hiding that this is the bad end lol
Gaara - Route B {Casual Story}
If you chose Gaara's Route - OPTION B proceed...
Third P.O.V
The doctors were worried that they had triggered an even more dangerous side of Gaara. He was different from his usual stone-faced aloof nature, and more aggressive when it came to certain topics or situations. The main situation that often causes the redhead to go in The Box, is his concerning need to have [Male Name] by his side at all times.
This side of Gaara was the one that's been manipulated by 'Shukaku'. Shukaku is the other personality that was created through all of the trauma Gaara's been through, causing his Dissociative Identity Disorder. Or so the doctors had believed. Gazing at the patient with a forlorn expression, [Male Name] struggled to smile softly.
"How are you doing today, Gaara? Did you stay out of trouble?" The said male remained silent, hesitant to answer the question. He knew that [Male Name] knew he had been placed under restraints due to his aggressive behavior. "Don't ask obvious questions..." Gaara frowned, teal eyes darkening at the thought of being tested.
Releasing a sigh, the doctor took off his glasses, leaning back into his chair with a seldom serious expression. "Fine. Then do you know that if this behavior continues, you'll be sent to another hospital? I can't keep protecting you, all of the doctors have had enough..." Gaara inhaled sharply, gripping tightly onto the arms of the chair.
"Doesn't that make you a liar..? You lied to me. You said that you would stay with me forever, didn't you?" The redhead grit his teeth in frustration, glaring lividly at his therapist. "I did say that. But 'forever' won't last very long, unless you put effort towards it... Gaara, do you still want to stay with me... forever?"
[Male Name] rested his cheek on his knuckles, gazing at his patient expectantly. The air grew thick with silence, but neither of them wanted to speak. "Of course I do. You and I are one and the same right... Shukaku?" Gaara asks, calming down and staring the doctor right in the eye. A smirk slowly dragged across his smooth lips, giving a much more mischievous demeanor.
"Aha, I think I liked [Male Name] much better. I even went through the trouble of dying and cutting my hair and wearing these tedious eye contacts... Stealing identities are so much fun though, but I just wanted my sweet Gaara back~" Shukaku stood up, his lab coat flowing behind him as he strutted towards the smaller of them both, oozing confidence.
Lifting Gaara's head up by the chin, he had the patient hypnotized by his ominously glowing [eye color] hues. "Yes... you and I are one, and I won't let them take you away from me again, for now on and forever." The [hair color] haired male broke out into psychotic bubbly giggles, holding Gaara close to him as he danced a waltz around the room humming a jolly tune mixed in with his laughter.
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[Male Name] ran his fingers through his hair, slumping against his mattress. "I only have 5 more hours, then I have to go back there..." Head tilting off to the side, the young man fell asleep, sprawled out on top of his comforter. Shukaku resisted the urge to chuckle at how carefree the doctor was, not even bothering to check his surroundings. Here's my one-way ticket to Senju Psychological Hospital.
"Have you always been this drowsy?" The brunette asks, sitting on the bed with an amused grin. [Male Name] didn't open his eyes, the day's events taking an obvious toll on his mental strength. "Not until recently. Does it matter?" Shukaku chuckled, almost feeling pity for the exhausted doctor. "I suppose not." Leering over [Male Name] he rested his head in the nape of his neck, taking notes of his natural scent and hair texture for future reference.
"You're awfully heavy." [Male Name] comments, but moves his arm to stroke Shukaku's hair. "How mean..." Nipping on [Male Name]'s neck as a slight retaliation, he re-situated himself, straddling the smaller male in order to keep him still. "What should I do with you?" He hummed, before laughing as the doctor's phone went off, signalling a call from Kakashi. Probably wanted to ask him out for lunch, how old fashioned and boring.
"This'll have to wait." Shukaku reached over to the silently ringing phone, declining the call. In his back pocket was a case with a needle in it. "Eh, sorry it had to be you, Mr. [Last Name]." With those words, he injected the poison into the [blond, brunette, etc.]'s neck, quietly ending his life. "Now for the make over. Thank god we're the same size in clothing." Shukaku worked quickly and quietly, completely emerged in his work.
And my hair was just starting to grow back too. Damn it all. Finding a new resolve, the post brunette half-assed his hair, tugging on [Male Name]'s coat and shoes. He trudged down the hallway, only to bump into someone. Sai gave him a confused look, wondering why he was in such a hurry and why his hair was so messy. "Are you going somewhere? I thought you were done with work."
Shukaku was quick to put on an act shaking his head and stifling a false yawn. "I work two shifts, morning and night." The roommate hummed in understanding, no longer pushing the subject further. Wow, such a simple minded friend. Kyuubi should be disposing the body soon and it'll be like nothing ever happened. Shukaku couldn't help but laugh obnoxiously as he entered the car, driving off.
BAD END