R i d 3 r: Hiya! This is just a short little mini-series type thing. It's not going to be long, probably about five to six chapters long? I dunno, depends. Do not worry! This will not hinder my progress on Lithium. Anyways, happy reading.

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She Is My Sin

Chapter 1

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--- Flash back ---

"Gaara, come on, you'd honestly think I'd not love you because of what you did?" A young woman's voice filtered through the dimly lit hallway, two figures standing lone in front of the other. Gaara, around the age of eighteen, was towering over a woman who was a plenty younger than him, she only smiled lightly.

"It could happen." His voice was a little bit distant, the topic they were discussing was sensitive, both knew that and they both never really pried into it all that much - only when Gaara needed the little 'boost' to get through the day.

"No, it couldn't." The woman giggled lightly, covering her mouth with her right hand. The long dark red kimono sleeve pulling down on her forearm, revealing her pale skin. "No matter what, I promise you with my very life that no one, or anything could change my view on you - or my love. Even if you were the devil himself, I'd still love you." She took a step so she had to strain her neck to look at him, her hand that had covered her mouth moved and caressed his cold skin lightly. "I don't want you to forget that. Alright?"

--- End Flash back ---

Lies, it was always lies. . .

It was always the same; he'd be confused about what exactly was going on with the 'relationship'. He had grown to love her. The notorious Sabaku no Gaara was in love with someone, but not of his own race. It was a disgraced, hence why they would talk at midnight in remote places so they could never be tracked down by those out hunting and whatnot.

It was a 'Sin' even though Gaara himself was a sin. He'd killed many, many people. Burned villages down to the ground - killed his own best friend in a war that had broken out between his own clan and theirs. Had Gaara not killed him, he would have faced his own demise in a worse way.

Gaara had been alone for so long. So very long, and now he found someone he could spend the rest of... her life with. Gaara growled, jade eyes narrowing at the full moon.

Why was he so cursed?

Her life was over. . .

And now he was back to square one. . .

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It had all started then, when he first met her. . .

Giggling had moved throughout a large room, four or five young ladies sat around in a circle, sitting on their knees, comfortable with the pillows underneath them. Two bright green eyes glanced around at her friends, her long red hair moving lightly as she turned her head. She didn't really like being in this room with her friends, giggling all the time, talking about loves and whatnot.

She found herself sighing softly, eyes closing, black was all that she could see now.

Tsuki was her name, and she was just about to turn seventeen in less than twenty minutes, but she didn't seem all too hyped-up about it, nor was she happy. She figured she'd only get uglier as time progressed. She truly wished time could stop so she could live in her own perpetual bliss. But, alas no one can get what they really wish for.

Tsuki pictured her life when she turned seventeen - she could see her bright green eyes get dull, her clear pale face somehow getting wrinkles on it, her kimono's that were always so elegant and perfect seemed to be messy and out of order, her long red hair somehow managing to be cut extremely short, as if it was a bowl cut, her breasts, not as small as they were now, but big and a little bit saggy, as well as her stomach, indicating that she could gain a lot of weight. Tsuki distorted her face into one of pain, hating the image she was seeing of herself.

She was supposed to always look 'beautiful' because she was the Suborigakite headmen's only child, and she was to be taken care of properly and all her needs were to be looked after by other people, and she would also always have a bodyguard with her. This was her 'punishment' of being the headmen's daughter. . . She absolutely hated being so. . . Perfect.

She wanted to be treated like every other woman of lower class, wanted to have fun and dress her own way and be truly happy with a man that wouldn't look down on her - like those of this clan. She had friends, yes, but in her own mind she never really thought so.

On the left of her sat a younger female, she was about fourteen, if Tsuki remembered properly. She had short black hair, framing around her face, and her bright blue eyes standing out, practically blinding you from the rest of her face. Only at the age of fourteen, and she was to be married in only three days.

The other's were sisters, all looked the same except Tai ( The eldest out of the sisters who was nineteen) had long dark red hair that passed her bum, and navy colored eyes. Kai ( The second oldest who is seventeen ) had shoulder length hair that was a shade darker than Tai's hair, and her eyes were a baby blue color, and Mai ( The youngest at fifteen ) had middle-back length hair and was a shade brighter than Tai's. They weren't very big in looking the same, but it usually always happened.

The last was Kuro, who was twenty and looked evil as hell (only to put it lightly.) Some said she was the devils incarnate with all the things she had done in her life, and to name one, was she killed a little boy in front of his parents. Ironically enough, she became Tsuki's personal bodyguard and assassin at will whenever she beckoned, but Tsuki could never kill someone, let alone get someone to do it for her. You really couldn't tell what she looked like other than she had a really slim body and black eyes. Everything else was hidden.

"Oh? Tsuki-sama, what's wrong?" Tai's voice was dulled out, but trying to pull at Tsuki's darkness. She wanted to stay, but she knew she couldn't. Opening her eyes, she smiled softly, waving her hand lightly, her dark red kimono sleeve moving around lightly, causing a small breeze to hit her pale face.

"Nothing's wrong, Tai-chan. I'm just a little bit tired, is all,"

"Alright then, Tsuki-sama, but if you're tired you should go to bed and rest."

Tsuki nodded lightly, wanting to take her up on that offer, but she knew if she headed into the mansion now, her father would scold her for being outside this late and a day before her birthday no less. It was sometimes always good to have Kuro with her when she entered into the house. Sighing softly, Tsuki stood up, everyone else following suit and being polite, they bowed lightly, Kuro standing at the door and waiting for her.

"Goodnight, everyone sleep well."

"Goodnight, Tsuki-sama." They all responded at the same time, standing up properly when Tsuki turned her back and made her way out of the small hut.

Kuro opened the door for her and shutting it after she exited. Tsuki's green eyes shifted towards the brightly lit mansion in the middle of the village heavily guarded with Shinobi's or Samurai's. It was the same; they'd look like dolls just standing there.

Walking on the dirt road, Tsuki walked silently, Kuro following behind her stealthily; quietly like one would usually do when this was your job for the rest of your life. Nodding her head to some random people who were leaving the open shops, they bowed and bid goodnight to the young woman.

"Tsuki-chan! Where have you been?! Oh! I've been so worried!" It was her mother's voice, the clean sweet lullaby was hidden with the worry and fear of what might have happened to her daughter. Her father wasn't too far behind, probably angry as hell.

Her mother was a little bit taller than Tsuki herself; her light blue kimono brought out her bright blue eyes and her dark hair framed her face. Her hair never seemed to go past her shoulders. Her father though, was about 6'0" tall and his dark red hair had always been long and put in a pony tail, his dark eyes were always on Tsuki, as if there was a hidden secret.

"She has been safe; no harm has come to her well being." It was Kuro's deadly voice that caused her to gasp out of fright. It wasn't that Kuro scared Tsuki... It was because her voice was so cold, so void of life - she knew she couldn't get used to it.

"It doesn't matter. Do you know how many vampires are out to kill you!?" Her father's voice started to rise, and Tsuki lowered her eyes to the ground, feeling ashamed. "I cannot afford to lose you! You're the only child I have and I need another heir!"

That hit her hard. She knew that she couldn't become an Heir to the clan because she was a woman, but to hear it from her father made it all sound really bad to her. When she was a child, she had actually cut her hair to make it look like she was a male, and even tried to dress like one - but of course, she had gotten scolded by her mother.

She knew she could never gain acceptance from her father because she was a female and not a male like he had hoped for when she first emerged from her mother.

"I want you inside that house, Young lady!" Her mother's voice cut through her head, holding the 'you're in trouble' tone. She nodded lightly, and walked inside Kuro staying outside to talk to her parents about the day's events.

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In the eyes of a child. . .

Tsuki sighed softly, eyes glancing outside the large window, the moon flooding in over her body, making her skin glow and her eyes shine. She loved the moon with all her heart, hence why she was named after it. She closed her eyes for a moment before backing away from the window and looking for something to do.

"Ahh, I wish I could have someone take me away from this place - something totally cliché." Tsuki giggled lightly at her wording. "Like maybe a prince! Someone really handsome. . ." Tsuki twirled around, before moving into a small waltz. ". . . and he'd take me away from this place!" She stopped, sighing softly.

It'd never happen . . . It was true. It'd only happen in really cliché novels and such. She lifted her right hand to her hair and let her fingers run through her silky hair before moving to the door.

It had been about half-n-hour since she was practically grounded, and she could hear voices coming down the hall, which was odd because her parents would usually be asleep by now. Sliding her door open, making sure it didn't make any noise, she stepped out into the hall and quietly walked down to the rice door where light was obviously evident.

Settling behind the door, she looked past the crack and into the room, seeing her parents sitting in two chairs, facing each other talking lighting. Her mother had the look, as if she was about to cry over something her father had obviously said. . .

"No! I won't allow it, Ken'ichi! Not to Tsuki." Her mother's voice was firm, but cracking lightly.

Why are they talking about me?

"I'm sorry, Tsukiko. But it must be done. I need another child, I need a male heir. Its obvious Tsuki isn't going to provide one for us! She declines marriages, even if she's told she has to do it for the clan!"

"But that doesn't mean you have to kill my poor baby!"

"Kill me?" Tsuki gasped, catching the attention of both her parents. Her eyes widened, tears brimming her eyes and threatening to fall.

"Tsuki-chan. . ." Her mother's voice was soft as she stood up.

Tsuki shook her head, closing her eyes tightly and running away from the door. She could hear her mother screaming her name, yet her father never called out to her. Not that it would have mattered; she would have kept running anyways.

She had no idea where she was, and she didn't care. She didn't care if she were to fall off a cliff ( because her eyes are still closed ) bump into a vampire who was out to kill her, a demon anything! Her father didn't care about her - never did. Who would be so willing to kill their own flesh and blood? To destroy what had made them 'happy' when the child was only a baby!

She remembered his face; she remembered the smiles and the laughs. They were all lies! Everything he did with her was to get close and earn her respect, while he never cherished it. She was like a toy to him. Then again every child in this clan that was so 'famous' a crossed Japan was a toy. Some were put into projects, testing and other things; some were turned into slaves at their own home.

Some had even been killed in front of a crowd for shits and giggles.

She didn't want to end up like that. She'd kill herself before she was turned into that!

She came to a stop, a branch swiping at her cheek, causing it to cut the flesh and bleed a little bit. She whimpered lightly, her hand covering the wound. She found out quickly she was crying, she had been since she started to run.

Using her freehand she wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the tears. Sniffling, she started to hiccup lightly, fluids leaking from her nose, eyes and mouth - but she didn't care. Make her look ugly! Make her be hated!

"Oh god. . ." Her voice was broken, closing her eyes tightly. "Oh god. . .!" She whimpered it loudly, as if trying to call out for help.

"Why. . . I-I'm a toy? Otou-sama. . . Why!?" She cried out loudly, bowing her head so her forehead was touching the grass floor of the earth, tears falling onto random flowers and such.

"Okaa-sama. . . You'd want me dead too?" Tsuki sniffled again, futile attempts at trying to get the snot from running down her lips and into her mouth. She looked up to her mother, loved her to death. . . And this is what happened?

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. . . Their mother is God.

She had no clue how long she had been sitting there, crouched up, crying heavily. She had, at one point, thrown up what as in her stomach, to the side of her because of the hiccupping and the small cries for help were getting too much air in her stomach, and it came up with food and other things. But slowly, she had stopped, only small whimpers escaping her lips every now and then. She didn't even both to get up, she didn't even want to move out of her place.

She could feel someone's eyes on her, cold death-like eyes. . . But she didn't care. She smiled softly, a broken, bitter smile. Kill me. . . Please be a vampire who wants my blood. . . Onegai shimasu. . . Kill me. . .

"There would be no point. It'd be a waste."

Her eyes widened, the voice was male and it was both familiar and new to her. It was probably because of the coldness that ran through it like water freezing in Winnipeg in about ten seconds in the winter. His voice was much more deadly, much colder and death-like that Kuro's and even that was saying something.

But what caused her to still, catch her breath in her throat was, how did he know what I was thinking? She bit her bottom lip, slowly urging herself to sit up, wiping at her face so she didn't look so bad. Turning her head, her hair moved around in the wind, having been picked up and twirled around - in the one movement, she probably looked like a goddess sitting there with the moon shining down on her, eyes shining with the added dramatic effect of wind as well.

Who she saw ( or what she could see ) was a rather tall-looking male standing on a branch arms crossed over his chest with an odd-looking assortment of clothing that she really couldn't place, but it didn't matter, what caught her was his jade eyes, with black rims and blood-red hair and the kanji symbol of 'Ai' or, 'love' on his head.

He looked like someone who would kill you on the spot, and she'd gladly accept it. Suddenly, something had grasped her throat tightly, pinning her against a tree, nearly cracking it and she had to gasp for air as best as she could to try and not scream out in pain. She could already hear the villagers searching for her.

His eyes narrowed, locking onto hers.

"It's been a long time. . . Tsuki," He seemed to smirk, but she really couldn't tell with the darkness.

"W-who are you?" Her voice was rasped, due to him almost cutting off her airway. She saw a split second flash of hurt go through his eyes before they were back to the cold jade eyes.

"Sabaku no Gaara. . ."

Her eyes widened at the name. There was no way Gaara could be alive. . .

He was killed when she was a child. . .

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R i d 3 r: There first chapter of mini-series. Anyways, tell me whatcha think.