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Warning: Yandere Gaara/Male Reader.

Note: Enjoy.

Summary: Deemed a suitable sacrifice, (M/N) had become betrothed to the crimson haired jinchuuriki and just for one purpose - meeting and attending to the needs and wants of their village's human weapon. After all, (M/N) was a sacrifice and suited to be handled like a ragdoll. However, will (M/N) accept and abide by such maltreatment of his being and body? If not, how will Gaara react to the unusual and unexpected disappearance of his promised ragdoll?

Chapter One

Upon being robbed from the arms of his parents, (M/N) had been thrown and tossed outside of his home, bare knees scraping and scratching against the cobblestone cement flooring of his home's doorstep. Even so, (M/N) hadn't resisted and endured through the torture, fearing that the intruders invading his home would slaughter family and friends if he didn't comply. For this reason, (M/N) had willingly went inside of the carriage, (E/C) orbs darting around and taking in his hostile new environment. "Who are you people?" (M/N) asked, sitting down the farthest from his captors as possible. "Why did you kidnap me? I swear I'm not anyone important."

In an instant, (M/N) had heard howls of laughter and amused chuckles coming from them, piercing and penetrating through those sensitive eardrums of his. So, (M/N) had begun looking away and absorbing the village scenery swirling and spiraling into obscure colors, blotches of red and orange morphing and muddling together into a whirlwind of fire. Saddened by his predicament, (M/N) bowed his head and fluttered (E/C) orbs shut, teardrops descending down his cheeks and splattering into a puddle on the carriage floor. "We have arrived. Get out, peasant!" one of his captors' commanded, roughly yanking him out of the carriage and practically dragging him the towards Kazekage. "When we get inside of there, I better see you showing some respect! Understand, peasant?"

XOXO

Upon stepping inside of the office, (M/N) had been shoved and pushed down to his knees, coldness from the tiles instantly invading his body and snatching him of warmth. Even so, (M/N) had endured and remained respectful in the presence of the Kazekage, bowing his head down and keeping (E/C) orbs trained to the floor. However, (M/N) was shaking and shivering from the tension, disturbed and discomforted by the Kazekage somehow being involved in his kidnapping. "You must have so many questions. I'll be courteous and explain some things to you. You see, I had chosen you a long time ago for my youngest son. You want to know why, don't you? It's simple, really. I knew your mother. So, I knew you would be beautiful and kind just like her," the Kazekage said, occasionally sipping sparkling champagne from his wine glass. "Because of that, I knew you would be the perfect ragdoll for my son. Since being a jinchuuriki could get difficult at times, I needed something for him to ... you know ... vent to and keep him ... tame. After all, I need my son to be relaxed and follow through with missions lacking of incidents and mishaps."

In an instant, (M/N) had begun screaming and shouting in anger, disgust and revulsion rupturing his adrenaline pumping veins. However, (M/N)'s protests were completely ignored and disregarded of, laughter and chuckles of delight once more erupting among the soldiers and village elders. For this reason, (M/N) had stood up and climbed onto the table, trying to lunge and strike at the grinning Kazekage. "You're a vile man! I won't let you get away with this!" (M/N) cried out, with the guards growling in annoyance and tugging him off of the table before draping his mouth with a cloth. "You're violating my rights!"

XOXO

Once he had awakened, (M/N) had begun panting and gasping for air, realizing that he had been suffocated and knocked out earlier. Upon regaining his breath, (M/N) had began studying and scrutinizing his new environment, observing the foreign bedroom with narrowed and suspicious (E/C) eyes. However, (M/N) had became distracted from the bedroom door opening and the crimson haired jinchuuriki walking inside, golden grains of shimmering sand unveiling his stern stoic face. "Gaara!" (M/N) whispered, watching his pale green eyes suddenly glow with some strange new emotion. "Um..."

In an instant, (M/N) had begun scooting away in fear of the jinchuuriki, naively cornering himself against the wooden headboard. For this reason, (M/N) had noticed the redhead coming closer, crawling onto the mattress and pushing him to lay down. "Hello, (M/N)." Gaara muttered, tilting his head to the side and peering down at (M/N) in fascination. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

A/N: What do you think? Leave me your thoughts.