I disclaim. Me no own Naruto

I stepped into the room the sounds were coming from, holding the wooden pole at ready like a baseball bat, to find… something chained to the floor, a leather collar around it's neck. It looked like some hybrid between a human and a wolf; the ears and tail of a wolf, it's back legs possessing the shape of a wolf's. Its back and front paws were also wolf-like, though it's front paws had opposable thumbs and its toes were slightly longer than those of a wolf. It had fur that started about midway down all four legs. It's hair, which was about shoulder length, and fur was a deep red color, a color that looked uncannily like blood. It's face was wolf-like, but the muzzle was shorter and rounder, the forehead higher, and the eyes more human in shape. Luckily, it seemed to be wearing a pair of worn-out jean cut-offs to hide its "parts" from view.

It glared at me, pacing like a wild animal in a cage; the chain links rattling at it's every move. A deep rumbling was erupting from low in its body, like a storm was raging inside of it. Ever so often it would snarl or snap at something, like lightning. But over the viciousness of it, was a sense of helplessness, and if you looked past the snarling, you would realize that it wasn't even full grown, as if, if it were human, it would have been only a few years younger that I, around 16 or 17 years old.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a minute or two, it stopped pacing and faced me, a slight growl still escaping its form. I met it's gaze and looking into it's pure green eyes, I knew instantly that he was more than an "it", more than a monster, for it's gaze held a burning intelligence, and an awareness of something more than just animal.

I laid the pole on the ground, cautious not to make any sudden movements. I stepped forward and he growled louder, more threateningly. I stopped, and instead of continuing forward, I sat down on the ground, about five or six feet away from him. His chain was maybe four feet long at most; the end of it attached to a metal pipe in the floor. The wood around the pipe was raw and splintered, like he had dug and scratched at it.

I sat there, Indian-style, for maybe ten minutes when he suddenly turned to the window high in the wall, which had been steadily growing lighter since I had arrived, had brightened and sunlight was just barely reaching it. He whimpered then turned around and walked away from me to the other end of his chain, as far from me as he could get, then laid down on the ground facing me.

He gave me one last glare then was enveloped in a fine shimmer, like heat off of pavement on a sunny summer's day, then the fur on his body and face receded, his arms and legs returning to human shape, appearing normal. His face changed shape, the muzzle replace with a slim nose, a small thin mouth, black rimmed eyes, and strangely, no eyebrows. What was really strangely, he still had his wolf ears and tail.

When he finished changing, he was lying on his side, slightly twitching and was panting, his eyes following my every move. I stood up slowly and walked towards him, whispering soothingly; he might have been human(-ish), but the way he was glaring at me, he might have bitten me anyhow. I kneeled by him when I reached him and the look in his eyes was so… powerful that for a moment I just sat there, stricken. It was a mix between sadness, hopelessness, and over all was a cold waiting, like he had faced all the demons of hell and nothing I could do to him would surprise him, for he had faced it all and miraculously lived.

The moment passed and I knew immediately what to do. I looked at his small form, skin pale as porcelain, muscles still twitching, though not as violently as before. I reached out to touch his arm and he jerked away, though the movement wasn't quite complete, because his body didn't seem to want to work properly, reminding me of a wounded animal. I saw the collar around his neck and instantly moved to take it off of him. He growled weakly when I reached towards his neck, but other than that and weakly moving his hands towards mine, his ears flat to his head, he didn't struggle all that much. I truly didn't think he had enough energy to. I managed to remove the collar easily, and hissed at the wounds where the collar had rubbed him raw.

His eyes fluttered and he struggled to keep them open. Gently I slid my arms beneath his shoulders and legs. He made an attempt to move away, a tiny whimper escaping him.

"Hey, it's okay." I whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm going to take you home with me. My name is Neji. You can trust me." He stared at me skeptically for a moment more, then finally passed out, as if resigned to the fate that awaited him, whatever that may be.

Looking down upon the still form in my arms, I only had one thought:

Naruto is soo going to freak.

A/N: Gaara is the weird funky wolf thing
Remus Lupin + Gaara + 3:00 in the morning this

Tell me if you want me to write more to this, because if you don't, then I won't. Simple as that. Also, tell me if you want anything specific or this fic, in any of the future possible chapters or in any of the previous chapters in fact, because this would have been the 2nd or 3rd chapter.

Why is Gaara a werewolf? Why is he in a house? Where is this house? Why was he chained up? Why was Neji there? Why would Naruto freak? Why am I doing the whole cliché why why why thing? If you wanna know, TELL ME! Me is no mind readah. Me is just simple crazy random Gaara fan girl.

Edit I changed it just a little bit so it's more understandable