Hey guys! BD333 back with another Gaara fanfic. What can I say? I love my psycho sandman

Disclaimer for the entire story cuz I hate writing this SOB (that stands for Stupid Old Bore by the way haha) : I don't own Naruto (the show). I don't own Gaara. If I did, thousands of fangirls would be in jail, and he would be ALL MINE. I do, however, own Yoshihiro, Masayoshi, Mitsuo, and any other characters I decide to make later. So don't steal 'em, m'kay?

Here ya go!

"Yoshihiro!" Screamed Azami. "No!"

"Nii-san!" Wailed Yoshihiro as the Sound ninja carried him out the door. "Don't let him hurt me!"

"I won't!" Yelled Azami, sprinting after them. Her parents' mutilated bodies lay on the floor of their home, their ears bleeding, the trademark of the ninja from Otogakure. A Sound ninja was carrying her little brother away, presumably to be experimented on by Orochimaru.

Azami could not let that happen to her little brother. As she charged after them, she heard screams and knew that the other families in their small village were being attacked. She couldn't stop to help them, though she was now the only ninja in their country, Kawa no Kuni. Seeing as how she was from the River Country, she had been swimming a lot, and her legs were strong, so she was able to catch up. Her family was the only ninja family in their village, but everyone had been so proud to have them there, they had called the village Kawagakure. Azami winced now as people called to her for help that she couldn't give them, but she hurried after her brother.

Finally, as she rounded a corner, she stopped. "Let him go, you bastard!"

A dark-haired ninja was holding her struggling brother under one arm. "Who's going to make me, little girl?" He leered, three more dead bodies bleeding from the ears off to the side. "You?"

"If I have to. But I was hoping we could all play nice and nobody would get hurt." She answered sarcastically.

"Oh, so sorry. Orochimaru-sama needs this village as a halfway point."

"Between Konoha and Suna?"

"Yeah. Even though it's only a day's sprint from Suna, it's ideal." The man leered at her again. "We're taking over this country, little girl, and after that, the entire shinobi world. If we can split up Konoha's power alliance with Suna, we can attack both their ninja easily and prevent them from getting to each other, it'll be a piece of cake."

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked, puzzled.

"Because." He smiled. "You won't be alive long enough for it to matter. We're coming back next Saturday---that's two from now, in case you can't keep up---to convert this place into our newest hideout."

Just then, he threw Yoshihiro at her and sprinted at her at the same time. She caught him and slung him over her shoulder, leaping backwards, away from the Sound ninja. He whipped out his kunai as he went.

"Yoshihiro, run! Hide! I'll hold him off!"

Azami let Yoshihiro down, and he sprinted away from the fight without a second thought. As Yoshihiro ran, however, three more Sound ninja appeared in front of him, blocking his path. He stared upwards in silent terror as the middle one grinned. Then, he backed away slowly. As the middle ninja pulled out a shuriken, Azami leaped over Yoshihiro to land in front of him, snarling protectively with her kunai set to attack position. The three ninja in front of her took a step backwards, surprise plainly showing on their faces, and she smiled mentally. She knew she could handle them if they made such elementary mistakes as to show surprise to their enemy.

Then, she felt wet warmth on her back, and her eyes widened. She trembled and closed her eyes as she touched her back and brought her hand to where she could see it, and her worst fears were confirmed when she opened her eyes and saw that it was blood. Still hoping that it was somehow the Sound ninja's blood, she turned around. Anger and grief pulsed through her veins as all hope was extinguished. Her little brother lay flat on his face with a Sound kunai through his back.

"Y-Yoshihiro..." She stammered quietly. Then, fire and hatred burned in her eyes as she glared at the bastard that had killed him. "You killed my brother!"

She leaped at him, going for his throat with her kunai, but he jumped back, engaging her in battle with a smile. "Well, that's your fault. I was going to take him back to Otogakure, but-"

"Yeah, to become Orochimaru's plaything? No thank you! He's better off dead than becoming one of Orochimaru's fucked up experiments!"

Just then, two more ninja showed up. "What's going on?"

"We've found a kunoichi."

"Well..." Grinned the second one. "Let's help Mitsuo out, shall we?"

The other four grinned and surrounded Mitsuo and Azami. They all began to attack, and Mitsuo smiled. No problem here. A minute or two more and they could all go home.

And Azami fought them. She fought them with all she had, the faces of her friends and family flashing through her mind and giving her strength and the courage to fight. For two days and two nights, she fought them, countering every jutsu, blocking every shuriken and kunai, redirecting every punch. On the third morning, she was tiring extremely, and was hit by several shuriken and kunai, caught in a genjutsu, kicked once, and punched twice.

"Damn it." Mitsuo growled, rubbing his sore chin where she had kicked him the day before. "We gotta get back to Oto. Orochimaru-sama will be very displeased if we are late."

His right-hand man nodded as the other four took their turns fighting Azami. "So what do we do?"

"It's simple. We trick her. I'll do it. Make a clone and disguise him as me, alright?"

"Sure, Mitsuo, but-"

"Don't ask. Just obey."

"Right, right."

With a secret, furtive smile on his face, Mitsuo disappeared behind a ruined building. His right-hand man and the clone that looked like himself entered the circle of shinobi surrounding Azami.

'There he is!' Thought Azami, focusing completely. 'The bastard that killed Yoshihiro...'

As she bent her knees to attack him, a sound she heard stopped her in her tracks.

"Nii-san...help...it hurts..."

Trembling, she turned around, missing the looks the Sound ninja exchanged.

"Yoshihiro!" She exclaimed, rushing towards him. "How did you---Yoshi, how did you survive?"

Just as she put her hands on his shoulders, he looked up at her with an evil grin on his face. "I didn't."

The happiness fled from her face, and Mitsuo's illusion poofed away as he stabbed Azami through the ribs. She staggered backwards. "You...bastard..."

She gasped for air, and bloody saliva bubbled in the corner of her mouth. She fell backwards onto her back, smacking her head against the hard ground and knocking her unconscious. Her head fell to the side, and a trickle of blood slipped down her chin.

"Well, Mitsuo?" Asked his right-hand man.

"She's dead, and the crows and scavengers will get to her soon enough. We don't have time to fully eliminate her body...we're going to have to go as fast as we can already just to make it back on time. Let's go."

The other five nodded, and they took off. Mitsuo looked down at Azami with something like pity in his eyes. Then, as if to destroy the emotions he held, he stepped on her arm, snapping her forearm.

Then, he followed after his comrades.

So, that was the first chapter. This story started out as just one single word in my head, and evolved into many many words. I'm so proud! gush

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BD333, out!