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Trick or Treat

"TRICK OR TREAT!"

Tokiko smiled down at the children gripping the bucket of candy "Wow you're a lively bunch!" she handed out the goodies putting it into their bags "One for the cowboy and one for the alien and last but certainly not least the little princess!"

They looked into their bags and giggled, "You're not supposed to hand out powdered donuts!" the princess said sassily "You're supposed to give us candy!"

Tokiko gave them a strained smile "But donuts are just as good! They're all fluffy and sweet and will give you tooth decay!"

"We want candy!" demanded the alien holding his bag out impatiently

"You know what kids! Those are a special brand of donuts," Tokiko smirked evilly "Yeah it's sprinkled with anthrax!"

"What's anthrax?"

"It's a special kind of powdered sugar that they put on donuts for special little boys and girls like you!" she watched their eyes sparkle "So when you go home ask your family to buy you some anthrax covered donuts okay!"

They nodded vigorously "Okay!" and ran to their mothers, who were trying to put on happy smiles but failed miserably. You see how happy you feel after following your kid around for five miles for some damned candy!

"Tokiko! You're horrible!"

She rolled her eyes "Shut up Kuno!"

"I'm serious every time around Halloween, you mess around with the kids! Last Halloween you put beer in their bags and told them it was apple cider" he sighed heavily "I never want to see another drunk kid again!"

"You know the reason why I do this! Every Halloween I would dress in such a cute costume…a princess, a gypsy, a little witch…" she raised her fist in righteous indignation "And every house I went to they gave me…" Tokiko paused for dramatic effect "…rocks"

Kuno sighed again, leaning in his chair "Maybe they could sense the horrible aura you give off!"

"I'll show you horrible aura…" she snapped, suddenly a feeling of gloom permeated the room and Tokiko looked to see a red head coming into the living room and she immediately clammed up

Kuno coughed grinning nervously "Ummm…hey Gaara! Did we disturb you?"

Gaara said nothing. Tokiko and Kuno's adopted little brother, he was only 12 years old but his eyes belied an adult knowledge of cruelty and malice that made them tremble in fear. Gaara owned the house and all Tokiko and Kuno could do was stay as much out of the way of his infamous rages.

"Your voice is so loud it carries through the whole house" he sent Tokiko a glare that froze her cold "Its aggravating" he plopped on the couch and glared at the screen

"Ummm…Gaara, we're almost out of candy so I was wondering if you could go to the store and get some more. Ya know what happened last time when we ran out of candy, shoo, tissue paper and eggs don't mix…" Tokiko degraded into nervous ramblings, which Gaara was only half paying attention too.

And from the corner of his eye, he saw the candy bucket and his glare worsened. The candy bucket Tokiko held in her shaking, pale hands was filled to the brim with candy. Gaara wasn't glaring anymore; he was doing a combination of both growling and glaring. It was quite terrifying if you were ever to experience the look on his face. Getting up he stomped out the door slamming it behind him, hard.

Gaara kept to the shadows his anger coming off him in waves "Damn!" he muttered under his breath. Even his siblings were scared of him and used half-baked ways to get him out of the house or themselves away from him. Well he would grant their wish, if that was what they wanted so badly.

He found a quiet bus stop in the abandoned warehouse district he collapsed on to the dirty metal chairs and dug into his pockets pulling out a cigarette and lit it and took a long drag. Gaara looked up at the messy graffiti the smoke eking out of his mouth; when his mother gave birth to him his life ironically ended, in laments terms, he was screwed from birth. After his mother died he was left on the steps of Akemi's Orphange, at least that's what the wards at the orphanage had told him.

His new home wasn't any better, the stepfather treated him with indifference and his new siblings were so terrified of him they were never in the same room as him.

The only one who showed him any kind of love was his uncle Alex, but he suffered from a terrible disease. On his deathbed, Alex told him the truth.

'I never loved you…even your mother hated you and said before she died that you were a mistake…Gaara…she gave you that name because you are a demon that will live on loveless for the rest of your life…no one will ever love you…'

Alex was probably delusional when he said that but it hurt him deeper than anyone could imagine. Gaara traced the love kanji on his forehead, he got it after Alex died and vowed that he would only love himself and only needed his self. He took another drag of his cigarette, though times like this he wanted someone there; not the girls that gave him simpering looks but stayed well out of his way or those annoying guys who only hung out with him because of his reputation.

He smirked, "Yeah that's too much for a monster like me to ask for" his smirk faded and he closed his eyes "I just want someone…"

A loud crash brought him violently from his musings he stared wide-eyed the cigarette falling from his mouth to the ground; it was freakishly tall its torso separated from his bottom with a jewel in the middle surrounded by rock like objects. It had goat's legs and feet; it turned its huge horned head at him and glared down at him with glowing red eyes.

"Shit…" he cursed almost too calmly for a person who was probably staring death in the face.

"INAZUMA SHORAI NO JUTSU!" the purple electrical blast threw the beast to the far side crashing it into a nearby brick building. He blinked once then twice rubbing his eyes for good measure to make sure he wasn't dreaming or at least high.

He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and he whirled to look behind him and saw nothing there, he looked up and gaped; there was a girl, maybe 16 years old or so, with short pink hair cropped to her shoulders, she wore a short black dress and over the knee boots, a holster belt slung low on her hips. She had to be a witch in order to do these things.

"Are you alright?" she asked her emerald green eyes so much like his own staring down at him intently "It didn't hurt you did it?"

Gaara shook his head dumbly. The girl merely nodded and floated past him "Good" she said

The demon roared in rage showing long razor sharp teeth, "Go home or you might die" she ordered and sped toward the demon removing her guns from their holsters, she let loose a volley of rounds blowing the demon's arm off. It roared in pain and swiped at the witch girl, she dodged landing on a nearby building.

The demon roared his open mouth glowing and a yellow blast flew straight out at the girl, she dodged to the next building shielding her face from the debris "Looks like you wanna do this the hard way, Amonojaku" the arm that she blew off grew back and she scowled "…the really hard way"

She launched herself at Amonojaku shooting off his arms and leg; he aimed another blast at her, which she dodged but barely "You just don't want to go down do you" she ground out and grimaced when Amonojaku's limbs grew back, the girl ran at the demon at top speed her guns cocked "Just die!"

Amonojaku smacked her to the side sending her into a streetlight, she cried out in pain as her back connected with the metal and fell painfully to the ground. The demon bellowed in triumph.

Gaara watched the pink haired girl fall; what the hell was he still doing here when any normal person would've ran, but she wasn't moving. Cursing loudly he ran back to the bus stop picking up an old bottle of beer he tore his shirt and soaked it with some of the beer and lit it on fire with his lighter. Gaara threw it with all his might at the monster and smirked when it hit the odd jewel the monster roared in pain apparently that was its weak spot, taking advantage of its pain he dove in and grabbed the girl awkwardly since she was much bigger than he was and ran as far as he could.

Unfortunately, Amonojaku spotted him it sent a blast his way as he flew toward the wall he maneuvered himself so that he connected with the wall and not the unconscious girl in his possession. Slowly the girl opened her eyes and she stared in shock at the red headed boy "Shit!" she cried, "Hey…damn it! Wake up!" he opened his eyes and she glared angrily at him "I thought I told you to leave" Amonojaku's roars alerted her, she scowled "I need to finish this now!"

The witch girl raced toward the demon jumping high into the air she formed a flurry of hand seals "TSUKITON: TETSU KARITE" her hands laced with glowing chakra she sliced Amonojaku down the middle and he burst into nothingness. The pink haired girl wiped her forehead "Finally!" the crystal middle of the demon rolled to her feet, she smirked picking up the crystal soaked in demon's blood this was gonna cost a very pretty penny.

Gaara stared at what he just witness in awe 'She killed that demon with her bare hands' he thought incredulously

"You boy" barked the girl, making him jump in fright "Where do you live"

Gaara was silent for a moment and she rolled her eyes "You saved my life" she grudgingly admitted "So I can't exactly leave you here. Tell me where you live" he still stayed silent, mumbling something about idiots she formed a single hand seal "TORE-SA NO JUSTU!" a white ball appeared and floated upward she grabbed Gaara by his waist and floated up with the little ball of white.

"W-Where a-are you taking me?" Gaara stammered

"Home" the girl said tersely, the white ball shot into the distance with the witch girl right behind it.

He was held to another warm body soft lips pressed against his own silky hair brushed his face he opened his eyes and saw the girl above him. She held him in her lap like you would a small child "You fainted. I forgot how fragile humans are, well I got you here safe so…"

"You're leaving?" he asked sadly

She nodded.

"C-Can you stay? Just for a little bit more?" he pleaded not caring if he sounded weak, for some reason this girl made him feel so warm…like she was healing him.

Her hand gently swept through his hair and he leaned into the caress "Sleep" she whispered to him softly

Gaara shook his head "No! If I sleep then you'll be gone and I don't want that!"

"Sleep" she whispered again. Gaara felt his eyelids grow heavy and he tightened his grip around her waist, refusing to shut his eyes.

She continued to pet his hair lulling him with warmth and comfort that he had been denied for so long. She held her hand to his face and a pale blue glow emitted from it "Sleep" she commanded gently "You look like you need it" those pale blue fingers touched his eyes lids slowly pulling them down. His efforts to refuse sleep were proving to be vain his body relaxed, his grip slackened allowing her to disentangle herself and tuck him into bed. She ran her fingers through his hair one more time "I hope you have sweet dreams" she whispered and kissed him on his tattooed temple. Her face was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed.

"Goodnight"

Gaara shot awake at those whispered words, the sun streamed in through the open curtains. His face fell; she wasn't there, Gaara held his head as a dull ache formed a bitter smirk pulled at his lips 'Of course she's not here because she didn't exist!' he mentally berated himself 'It was all some hallucination caused by the cigarette' he closed his eyes and remembered her gentle touch 'Still…I wish it wasn't…'

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