I'M BACK BABY :D Hehehe, so this is going to be the only (hopefully) author's note throughout the story. If i write another one, it'll probably be important. Like i'm leaving forever important D; lol jk that would never happen. so anywho, the chapters for this sequel will be longer than the chapters in PR. and i plan on making this story like five to ten chapters long... depending on how many ideas i have and ideas i think of. if the genre thingy let me pick more than two, i would pick: drama, humor, romance, family-ish, angst, and hurt/comfort. it'll be a sad fic, but funny... like mean, sarcastic, sadistic funny :D summary; Reiko returns hurt and Gaara wants to know why. Drama bubbles in the pot while lies are revealed, suicide is attempted, a new threat has entered it's name as the Silver Rain of the Mist. Who on earth could that be? They soon meet a mysterious young boy, and to Reiko, he has a very familiar face. Silver-haired, he claims to be the Silver Rain of the Mist. And who is that new woman claiming to be Gaara's new secretary? Tempers flare and sparks fly. Can things be straightened out before they tangle even further? Interesting, un? I don't think I need to say anything else... oh yeah rated for Reiko's vibrant vocabulary, um i think that's it. uuh what else? yeah i'm pretty sure that's it. Oh and that new secretary lady, her name is Koketsu. Imagine her as a blonde Rangiku but not as pretty and not as cool. ;D enjoy this first chap! :D tell me what you think r&r! constructive criticism is welcomed :D

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© Masashi Kishimoto ;; i own only my OCs Reiko, Daisuke, Juun, Akira & Koketsu;;

He stood there waiting everyday for the past two years. At the same time, same place, for the past two years. He knew it was a waste of time to wait, but he couldn't help himself. With that demon gone from him, he could finally think freely. He watched with solemn green eyes, scanning the plain desert floor for her return. And when dusk struck, he would sigh and turn around to head back to where he began. On one cloudy day, he let his eyes sweep over the sandy plains, when his search was fruitful. Two years of waiting had paid him off, for he saw a staggering figure walking in the dust. Gaara walked down the stairs of the high tower and out the gates to see the figure growing in size. He waited for her to come closer, close enough for him to examine her. Gaara noticed her hair was longer; a bit longer than her neck. Her skin was pale and she was thin, which was normal. She stared at the ground as she walked, dressed in black. When Reiko decided to look up to see his face, she smiled weakly. Gaara walked towards her when she stopped with outstretched arms. "Carry me?" She asked when he walked in front of her. Gaara kept a frown on his face, sighing loudly in front of her.

"Two years you are gone, and those are the first words you say to me?" He asked her, crouching down in front of her. Reiko laughed quietly, crawling onto his back. Gaara didn't really give piggy-back rides for anyone but since Reiko was, well Reiko, he did it anyways. "I've been tired. What do you want me to say?" She replied, laying her chin on his shoulder waiting for a response. He kept silent to that, coming close to the gate, Reiko yawned loudly in his ear. "When was the last time you slept?" He asked irritably. Reiko scowled, "Two weeks ago, ass hole. I haven't been sleeping at all." Gaara looked up at the cloudy sky where the sun hung high in ths sky as he spoke. "And why haven't you been able to sleep?" Reiko kept quiet for a moment, before she let out an exasperated sigh. "My parents are dead." Gaara kept quiet the rest of the way there. He knew she didn't want to talk about it. But when she did open up, he would be there to listen.

The office was empty at the moment, as it always was, but a very strong perfume clung in the air. Reiko wrinkled her nose in disgust. "What is that smell?" Gaara didn't answer as he closed the door. Reiko kept a disgusted look on her face, but it vanished when the door opened to Gaara's room. He dropped her on the bed, Reiko taking off her backpack and tossing it to the side. Reiko unlatched her shuriken pouch, pulling out a kunai. Gaara watched her spin the kunai around her finger for a moment, gathering her hair over her shoulder and stick the kunai underneath all of the hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Cutting my hair. I don't like it long."

"..."

"Why do you?"

"..."

"Answer me, God damn it!"

"You do what you want, just down cut your hair on my bed."

"So, you don't sleep on it. "

"But you do." Reiko scowled at him, jumping off the bed and went out the door. She walked into the kitchen, opening the waste basket. The office door opened, a heavy scent of perfume lacing it's way into the office. Reiko heard the door to the bedroom slam shut, along with light footsteps. That was when she heard a shrieking voice.

"Kazekage-sama!" Reiko screamed quietly at the loud sound, and looking out the door made her scream again. She saw a busty, blonde-haired, green-eyed woman, hands on her hips returning the stare at Reiko. She held papers in her hand, with very messy hand-writing. The woman in front of her stared at Reiko as though she was a monster. The first thing she had noticed about Reiko was her deviant eyes. Then the dark circles that surrounded underneath her eyes. Her abnormally pale skin was distasteful, and her dark locks were too short. When Gaara stepped out of the bedroom, the woman turned her gaze to him, showing him her genuine terror.

"Oh Kazekage-sama! Who is that girl?" She said dramatically, pointing at Reiko, who in return, growled at the woman. "Girl? I'm well over eighteen!" She barked, looking at Gaara. "And why is she holding those documents?" She asked him. Gaara kept quiet, as the woman looked to and fro at the two of them. "Kazekage-sama? Does she know you?" Reiko laughed, walking back into the kitchen. She cut her hair short; above the neck, and just below her chin line. Reiko tossed the handful of hair into the waste basket, stepping out into office. When she did, the first thing she heard was Gaara speaking the woman.

"I assure you, Koketsu, there is nothing wrong. Reiko was my secretary before you came along." Reiko frowned, crossing her arms.

"You got another secretary?"

"You were gone for two years. What was I to do?"

"But that was my job! I'm your secretary!"

"No, you're just mine."

"Huh?"

"... Koketsu, hand me those papers." The woman announced as Koketsu did as told, Reiko glaring at her with very narrowed eyes. Koketsu wore a very low cut shirt, a fishnet shirt underneath, and a short skirt with dark leggings. She wore her headband as a belt, like Reiko had. Reiko huffed, ruffling the back of her head. She started walking away towards the door to Gaara's room; she was growing a headache from all the perfume she wore. Koketsu watched Reiko turn the knob on the door, before she called out after her.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep."

"But you can't go in there! Kazekage-sama said so!"

"... I would explain, but I'll let your boss do that." Reiko said before opening the door. Reiko stopped for a moment, turned around and looked at Koketsu.

"You have an apartment, like five minutes from here?"

"Uh huh."

"Room one dash three dash eight?"

"Yeah. How do you know?" Reiko turned to Gaara, who was looking down at the papers in front of him.

"You gave her my apartment?" Reiko scowled at him. "What about all of my stuff I left in there?"

"Don't worry,"

"'Don't worry?' How the hell am I supposed to 'not worry' if I have no place to live?" Reiko barked. Gaara hadn't answer her question, instead he asked Koketsu one. He asked her to deliver a few documents to the council. She left bubbly, closing the door gently behind her. Gaara looked up at Reiko, who leaned against the door frame. "All of your things are in the closet to the left." He finally answered. Reiko huffed, closing the door as she entered the room. Reiko opened the closet and there was all her belongings. She ruffled the back of her head, as she stood up stretching her arms. Reiko yawned again, walking towards the bed. She sat down heavily, yawning once more.

"Kazekage-sama!"

...

"Kazekag-"

"What?" Gaara snapped, opening the door.

"Where do I live now? You never answered." Reiko asked, narrowing her eyes into slits accusingly. Gaara sighed, at her sheer ignorance and because he needed to get back to work.

"Think about it hard." Reiko thought about for less than a second, before grinning at Gaara deviously. He turned around to leave the room, but Reiko called after him once more.

"What now?"

"I'm tired. Sleep with me?" Reiko asked, wrapping the blanket around herself.

"I don't sleep."

"So. You can just sit here with me."

"No. I'm busy."

"Bastard..." Reiko muttered, laying down onto the bed. Reiko fell asleep easy that day. She didn't think very much, but images flashed in her mind. The last two years flashed before her closed eyes. She finally saw her parents. They were happy, she was happy. They caught up with each other, went on a few missions together, and that was when it happened. She came back from the market, opened the door to see a bloody mess. Reiko yelped in surprise, keeping her mouth shut, choking back tears. Her slaughtered parents laid limp in the living room. Everything was bloodied from the couch to their clothing. Reiko ran back down the hill, trying to get help. But it was too late. They buried her parents next to where Daisuke was supposed to be, and mourned. Two weeks later, Reiko left the village, hoping to never see anything like that again. As she trudged her way back to the Suna, Reiko had a lot on her mind. And when she finally arrived at the Suna, staring at the ground trying to empty her mind, he stood there. Now here she was, sleeping after two weeks of no sleep.

Reiko had slept through the day, and through most of the night. Reiko was a light sleeper, and when the door opened with a gentle creek, her eyes opened. She sat up quickly, her eyes hard and fierce. They softened when she saw Gaara, a small smile on her face. Reiko ran her fingers through her hair, watching Gaara walk towards her. "You look like a mess." He said, sitting down next to her. She scowled, wrapping the blanket around her thin body. "Hey thanks. I try." Reiko retorted, bringing the banket over her head.

"Did you come to go to sleep now?"

"You're going back to sleep?"

"Maybe." Reiko said, laying her head on his shoulder. She took her head off his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek. Gaara looked down at her, placing his hand onto her face. He leaned down kissing her gently. She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Gaara pulled away for a moment, "Reiko?" He had always asked her to do something without calling her name. Reiko looked up, genuine curiosity in her eyes.

"Hmm?" She answered quickly, pressing her forehead against his own. "You have to do something for me..." He went on, Reiko kissing him again with a smirk on her face. "Anything." Gaara kissed her again, she returning the kiss. Reiko laid back down onto the bed, pulling Gaara with her. She ruffled his hair as he kissed down her neck. He looked up at her, peering into her eyes. He watched her grin, pushing away dark locks that were in her way.

"I want you to go make me some tea. Koketsu doesn't know how to boil water." He said, standing up from the bed. Reiko scowled at him, getting off of the bed. "You are such an ass hole." She muttered, walking out the door. Gaara closed the door behind him, sitting down into his desk. Reiko came back minutes later, putting the tea next to him. She punched him in the shoulder light before going back into the bedroom. Gaara took a sip of the tea, sighing. He had missed having tea.