Author's note: All hail Kishimoto, owner and creator of the Naruto world. I am not Kishimoto, and therefore I do not own Naruto. *cry*
~Hinata's POV~
'Kami, keep me safe,' she prayed fervently inside her head as she peered through the bushes at the living personification of death. Funny, she never would have thought Death would have red hair. Soulless jade eyes, maybe, but red hair, never. She must be delirious. Here she was watching a genin sand ninja utterly destroy a three man squad of older (but still genin) grass ninja, without even moving, and she was thinking about his hair. It was dark red hair, as red as the blood raining from the sky.
"Stop," she ordered herself, as she started shaking. She felt that she would never be strong enough. Not strong enough for her father, or for herself. Not like Death out there, with his blood red hair and soulless jade eyes. She could feel, and with her Byakugan active, see the strength of his chakra. Along with the terror, she felt envy, for the power she felt pouring off him in almost sickening waves. How she wished she could have even a fraction of his power: that was her dream. She just wanted to be strong.
~Gaara's POV~
Blood rained from the sky. Red blood and red sand mixed; heightening the blood lust he felt building. More, he needed more victims. Then maybe he could sleep and let the demon inside out. He could feel his siblings unease as he stood there, reaching outward with his senses to find more victims. Honestly, as he felt no love, or really anything, he had no qualms about killing even his own flesh and blood. Hmm blood, that's good.
Pathetic. Every single one of these humans was pathetic. They should all die, all die in a rain of death, blood and sand. Yes that's what he needed, what his demon side needed. Of course, it wasn't really a side of him; it was just inside him, killing his emotions, his thoughts, and his sleep. No wonder he was crazy, he had never slept. Wait. What was that he sensed? Yes, more victims.
Where were they? Over there behind the bushes, yes that's where he sensed them. How many victims? Hmm, one, two, three. Yes, three chakra signatures. "All I have to do is reach out and my sand will kill them. Reach out, and …. Wait, the female with this group. Hmm, her presence kind of reminds me of my teddy bear. Soft, dulling the ragged edges of my sanity, making the blood lust leave my head. Maybe she doesn't have to die."
Glancing to the side, he peered toward the bushes she was using to hide from him. Laughter rang through his head, 'Hide my little teddy bear, I will find you soon.' Sand gathered in his hand to form a cork as the rest of the blood soaked sand rushed into the gourd. Forcing the stopper into place, he turned on his heel and beckoned his relieved siblings to continue on. Soon, very soon, he would find that presence and she would be his.
