Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, who is not me.

Twilight's plot belongs to Stephenie Meyer, who is, yet again, not me.

NOTICE: THIS IS BEING EDITTED. It is an earlier work of mine that is Beta-less and I will be making basic changes to sentence structure, grammar, etc while continuing with updating. If you catch something that needs work, please point it out to me. Thanks!

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Angelic Demons: Love

By BriiDream

Chapter One: The Angels of Amega

"You sure 'bout this, G?"

Gaara turned and looked over at his clearly uncomfortable brother.

Kankuro continued, "You can stay with Tayuya and me, y'know. Forget them stuck-up brothers of hers!"

Gaara let out an inaudible sigh. This was the 38th time they went over this. He looked away as he replied, "I want to go, Kankuro. I need to spend time with Temari. I haven't been that close to her."

He rolled down the window and let the warm, dry air run through his red locks. The sun's heat on his face was nice. He knew he should enjoy it as much as he could now before boarding the airplane headed to the rainiest town in the entire country, Amega.

Amega was a town he had despised ever since his sister moved there five years ago to be with her husband, Shikamaru Nara. Every summer since then, Gaara had visited his sister. In Suna, August was a hot month with the lowest temperature being 85 degrees Fahrenheit. It never rained in August. In Amega, it rained at least three days a week, and the highest temperature was nowhere close to eighty degrees. He had suffered greatly during those monthly visits.

Now, he was returning to that dreaded town to stay for much longer than a month. He prayed that he survive to college. If he didn't, well, that would be one less burden on Temari's and Kankuro's backs, and Tayuya's brothers would be pleased.

Gaara's eyes narrowed as he remembered the cause for his exile. Tayuya had married Kankuro after a very short time of dating. Tayuya was tough and brazen-the perfect woman for nonchalant Kankuro. Gaara got along just fine with her. Her brothers were a whole different matter. Their relationship was no less than hostile. It put a strain on Tayuya's relationship with them.

"When you decide you want to come back," Kankuro mumbled, pulling Gaara out of his thoughts, "Just call me. I'll come home."

Tayuya's band was going on a country tour. Kankuro wanted to go since he had missed some of their performances because of the days-long travel which would have interfered with Gaara's education. It was another reason why Gaara was moving in with Temari.

"Sure." Gaara and Kankuro were not very verbose about their feelings. They got along just fine without them. He knew it was going to be the opposite with Temari.


He slid into a window seat, his favorite position. Once his headphones were securely on, he closed his eyes and focused on the musical rhythms. The steady beat in the background captured his attention over the lyrics. Meditating was a frequent activity of his.

His thoughts turned to Temari and Kankuro. As a child, he had once despised them for never being abused by their father like he was. Later on after their father's assassination, he learned that Temari and Kankuro had suffered emotional abuse just as much as he had. They forgave his antagonism and strived to become a better family for him. While under Baki's charge, they had been doing great. Then, Temari went on and got engaged to Shikamaru. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, the wedding was held and Temari left for Shikamaru's hometown. Once Kankuro reached eighteen, Gaara was placed under shared custody between Temari and him. Gaara chose to live with Kankuro. Now, Kankuro was married and moving on to his own life.

His eyes opened briefly. Now was not the time to fall into a depressed state. It would be harder to fix a pleasant mood once the airplane arrived in Kiri. Gaara glanced at his watch. He had two more hours before they landed. He tugged his headphones off and pulled out the book he bought after his farewell dinner with Tayuya and Kankuro.

He ran his finger down the new spine. Novels rarely caught his attention. Father never would've promoted such an interest. Still, it was a getaway from reality. He managed not to think of rain or estranged sisters for a good seventy minutes.


Temari was waiting anxiously in the airport. She greeted him with a smile, and he returned it just a few seconds late. They walked in silence to her secondhand Cadillac. The ride was quiet, as it had always been before during his summer visits. Only this time, the silence was more uncomfortable because, like their brother, she was puzzled at his sudden desire to move to a place that made him unhappy.

Gaara carried his meager luggage by himself to the bedroom that was designated his six summers ago. It was somewhat small compared to the one back in Suna, but large enough to hold a bed, a bookshelf, and an outdated computer atop an ancient desk. He took his time unpacking-which meant he was done in less than ten minutes.

"Gaara, come downstairs!"

Gaara let out another inaudible sigh. Another reason he didn't like his time here: while Kankuro let him have all the moping time he wanted, Temari permitted none. He shuffled downstairs to join Temari and Shikamaru in the kitchen.

The main theme colors of the house were green and brown. As if there wasn't enough of nature outside. He had finally succeeded in getting Temari to paint his room light blue like a clear Suna sky two summers ago. It was the only room in the whole house that stood out. Gaara half-wished that Temari was just as girly as some women who enjoyed decorating their house instead of letting their mother-in-law do it.

"How are you, Gaara," Shikamaru asked as Gaara sat down across from him. Temari worked behind him at the stove. The smell of fish frying drifted lazily in the air, which would eventually spread to the entire house by the end of the meal.

"Fine," Gaara replied. He stared around the kitchen. It hadn't changed since his last visit, except for a few different photos and letters added to the refrigerator's door.

Gaara sometimes wished he hadn't realized why he was always expecting a change every time he came to visit. Always looking for some physical hint that Temari had fully moved on from the family she had once been a part of with Kankuro and him. There never was any. The photographs of a much younger Gaara and Kankuro in the living room and the letters that Gaara sent in reply to hers that decorated her dresser upstairs were evidence enough.

"Naruto and Lee will be glad to hear you're here," Shikamaru continued. Gaara's eyes narrowed slightly. Paranoia questioned if Temari had forced her spouse beforehand to talk to him. "School starts tomorrow. You might like it better than Suna. It's a lot smaller."

Gaara didn't reply. Temari placed the fried fish, mashed potatoes, and biscuits on three plates and placed them on the table. Both males began eating without another comment. It was the same meal he had nearly every day during his summer visits. Still, he couldn't complain about the homemade meal; his diet in Suna mainly consisted of ice cream, coffee, and whatever take-out Kankuro or Tayuya happened to pick up on the way home.

"So how's Tayuya," Temari asked as she sat down and joined them in eating. Her burning curiosity was badly concealed. She hadn't expected Kankuro and Tayuya's marriage to last very long. She had been furious when Kankuro had decided to marry someone older and just as immature as him.

"Fine. Her band's going on tour," Gaara responded after chewing on a large piece of fish so long it had turned into an almost type of sauce in his mouth. "Since I decided to come here, Kankuro's going to travel on tour with them."

"I heard." And clearly didn't approve. "How he can do that and miss six months of work is beyond me."

Gaara decided it wasn't the best time to mention that Kankuro had fully quit his job at the CD shop for the tour. That would definitely make Temari's day. Once it became clear he wasn't going to comment, Shikamaru and Temari discussed their day at work. Shikamaru worked at the police station (one of only four officers) and had been helping his parents lately on their deer farm. Temari was now working at the high school. She was substituting for a teacher that had gone on her honeymoon and was now on maternal leave (a full five months before the kid was due). She seemed hopeful that she might keep the job permanently since this particular teacher had been on leave because of her surgery the schoolyear before.

Gaara slipped away to his bedroom after faking fatigue from his flight. He laid back on his bed with his headphones on again. Temari checked on him around ten o'clock and advised him to sleep soon. He took his sleeping pills around midnight which knocked him out instantly. He drifted into the black ocean of dreams he wouldn't remember later.


Awakening to the pounding rain was extremely different from waking to a sandstorm at its worst. His headphones had slipped off during one of his many tosses and turns. He got out of bed and fumbled through his closet for something to protect him against the onslaught outside. He finally pulled on his favorite red hoodie that had 'Death Angel Coming Through' written across the front and the raincoat he always left here over it. He headed downstairs where the smell of fried eggs wafted in almost visible waves.

"How was your night," Temari asked after kissing Shikamaru goodbye. She dumped the rest of the eggs on his plate. "You better hurry or we'll be late for your first day of school."

Gaara sighed. He would be riding with Temari to and from school from now on. Amega High School did not have any buses. In Suna, he had caught the city bus every afternoon and rode to the CD shop in the morning with Kankuro since it was just a 3-block walk to the school.

Amega High was small. It was just three large buildings. The cafeteria and gym were each their own building. The 15 other classrooms were in the two-story building with bleached walls. The parking lot was already full. Temari parked by the other line of teachers' vehicles (none were new and some looked even older than Temari's '88 Cadillac).

"Do you want me to show you to the office," Temari smiled. He glared at her in disbelief. She laughed and got out of the car. "Have a nice day then."

Gaara reluctantly got out and hurried to the double doors. Even with his raincoat, he was drenched right through. He pushed his way through the small crowd to the office which was mercifully close to the lobby. The office was a toasty, unorganized room, no bigger than a regular classroom. The secretary quickly gave him his schedule and map without any further ado while talking on the phone and clawing the keyboard in front of her with fierce speed.

The hall had mostly cleared with a minute to the bell, and he found the classroom with ease. He hung his raincoat beside the mass on the wall. The teacher mercifully sent him to the back of the classroom-his favorite place.

"Gaara!" A blonde blur streaked across the classroom (crashing through several desks and scowling classmates). "I thought Lee was kidding when he said you were coming to stay!"

"Only for the next fifteen months," Gaara muttered under his breath. Naruto was a natural for attracting the spotlight which he had done yet again; unfortunately, he himself was included in that spotlight. Several of their classmates seemed stuck between being cross with Naruto and being curious of him. "Will you shut up? Class is starting."

Naruto rolled his eyes, but was quiet enough that the teacher was able to get the class to turn their attention to the history of William Shakespeare. Of course, Naruto's attention was still as short as ever (if not more) and he whispered under his breath to Gaara.

"Why didn't you mention this last summer? Man, I thought we were best friends."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't decide until recently," Gaara replied almost inaudible. Of course, Naruto was unable to read lips, so Gaara spoke slightly louder. "Besides it isn't a real big deal."

"Mr. Sabaku," the teacher called disapprovingly. The entire class twisted in their seats to stare at him. "Can you and Mr. Uzumaki wait to discuss your trivial, high school social life until after my class is over?"

Gaara kicked Naruto under the desk when the teacher turned away. Several kids giggled as Naruto moaned in pain. Gaara faked taking notes until the class was over. He didn't care for William Shakespeare and his stupid romantic plays where teen girls got married and the tragedy ends with tearful declarations of passion.

Naruto didn't have any other classes with him until after lunch. Spanish was a contradiction upon itself. The teacher was a peculiar female who told the students to call her by her first name Anko. She dismissed him easily. The blonde he sat by was another story. She talked to him the entire class period; Anko didn't even look over from her intense conversation with two other guys attempting to prove their Spanish tongue as high-quality.

"You're Naruto's friend, aren't you," she commented. "Who are you staying with again?"

"My sister and her husband," Gaara muttered annoyed. She looked thoughtful and Gaara prayed she got all the gossip she needed. His prayers proved unanswered when she spoke again in great pleasure.

"Shikamaru Nara is your brother-in-law, isn't he? Our dads are friends! He was in elementary school with me."

"He was in school with you," Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow.

"Yeah, he's only a couple years older than me," Ino replied eagerly, thrilled to finally to have caught his attention. "He skipped a couple of grades in middle and high school. A lot of people were disappointed that he didn't go to college."

"He did go," Gaara muttered to himself, too low for Ino to hear. He mulled over the interesting piece of information she had given him. He already knew that Shikamaru was younger than Temari, but he had never cared to ask how much younger. Ino could be no older than eighteen, and Temari was less than six months from her 24th birthday. That would mean that Shikamaru must be around twenty or twenty-one. It also meant that Shikamaru was underage when he married Temari, since she was barely of age when they said their vows.

Gaara easily blocked out the other students as he mused over the startling information. He didn't pay attention when Ino introduced some of her female friends; when the teachers signed their names on his slip; when he was dragged towards the cafeteria by Ino. He wasn't pulled out of his thoughts until he and Ino were cut off from her beeline to her friends by the most astonishing group of… of humans he ever seen.

There were five of them. The crowd seemed to part for them, which hinted to Gaara that he wasn't imagining the angels before him. They wore clothes that belong on racks in Paris and their skin shimmered. Every single one of them was graceful like dancers off of Broadway. One of them looked back curiously at him. Gaara stopped breathing, caught like a deer in the pupilless amethysts that were her eyes. She was definitely the youngest of the angels. Her long, dark hair whipped around her shoulders when she looked back at him. Even though the distance was increasing between them, he still caught a whiff of lilacs and rose petals that drifted towards him. Her curious eyes turned thirsty in just a split second. His hair stood on end even after another female angel wrapped her arms around his angel's waist. Her head whipped back around and they disappeared into the crowd. It all took the space of ten seconds.

"Rude as ever," Ino made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. She continued along her path dragging a dazed Gaara behind her. "Always acting like they run the school."

"That's your first time seeing them, huh," Naruto asked as Gaara sat between him and Lee to escape Ino who went to pout and scowl with her friends. Naruto grinned pervertedly as Gaara attempted to smooth out his unsteady breathing pattern. "I reacted the same way."

"They moved here two years ago," Lee looked across the cafeteria over the heads of the other students. "They are as beautiful as the Greek gods and goddesses we learned about in Mythology."

Gaara followed Lee's gaze across the cafeteria where the angel-like students sat only at a table. No one sat within a three-yard radius of them. He studied them more closely now that he wasn't close enough to be too dazzled by their breath-taking beauty. His dark-haired angel sat by a girl with short pink hair (he wondered if it was dyed; he couldn't see any roots). The pinkette had alluring green eyes. She still had an arm around the other girl. Beside her, was a boy just as slender as she. He had dark hair and dark, greedy eyes that watched everyone. Across from them were a clearly seniors. The boy was more sturdy than the darker angel across him, but still subtle in physical comparison to some of the school's jocks. His long, brunette hair cascaded down past his shoulders. The brunette beside him with warm, amused brown eyes ran her fingers through his hair. The only ones who looked remotely related was the senior boy and the beautiful young girl.

"You shouldn't waste your time, Gaara," one of Ino's friends leaned towards him. She glared at the angels. "We're beneath them."

"And Neji will skin you alive and eat your writhing guts if you show interest in Hinata," Naruto joked then looked serious for the first time that day. "No, wait. Neji will skin you, and Sasuke will eat you."

"Which is which," Gaara asked paying no heed to the warning. He continued to stare at the angel who leaned into the pinkette's shoulder.

"The one you're goggling is Hinata Akasuna, the baby girl of the family," Naruto grinned.

"I do not goggle," Gaara narrowed his eyes at Naruto. He looked over at the girls who appeared upset that the angels held his attention. "Are they all Akasunas? They don't look related."

"They are Dr. Akasuna and her husband's foster kids," Lee explained helpfully. "Neji, Hinata, and Sasuke are siblings. TenTen and Sakura are Mr. Akasuna's nieces."

"And they're all together," Ino said disgustedly. "Neji and TenTen are practically hooked together, and Sakura clings to Sasuke."

"I thought they weren't related," Gaara hid his relief that his angel Hinata was not paired.

"They live together," Ino exclaimed, looking scandalized. "That has to be against the law!"

"It's no more against the law since you started pestering Shikamaru last year," Naruto snorted and rolled his eyes. "You really should stop trying to get police involved simply because Sasuke has something better to look at than you."

Ino shot out her chair and ran out the cafeteria. Her friends shot Naruto glares and rude words before hurrying after her. Naruto shrugged and grabbed a pudding cup off one of their trays. Gaara looked over at Lee to ask him for an explanation, but Lee was glaring at Naruto.

"Naruto! It's rude to make girls cry," Lee scolded him fiercely. "You know how highly sensitive they are!"

"Ino's a pig," Naruto argued back. "She acts like she's the center of the world. No wonder no one likes her. She went after Sasuke and Neji. She just likes the next bad boy that comes around."

Gaara ignored their argument and turned back to stare at the angel Hinata. He started when he noticed she was staring right back at him. She blushed and looked away before he had time to avert his eyes. He stared fascinated at her when he was certain she wasn't looking at him. Her cheeks looked even more lovely as pink settled across them for a brief moment.

"Gaara, will you please stop acting like a dog in heat," Naruto half-shouted in exasperation. Gaara punched him in the side.

"Shut up," Gaara hissed. He felt heat slowly rise up his neck as he noticed that not only did a couple of kids at surrounding tables look over, but half of the Akasunas did as well. He jumped up, carefully keeping his eyes averted from the Akasunas. "Come on! We'll be late."

Lee rocketed off to his class, leaving Gaara to walk with a grumbling Naruto. As they reached the doors, Gaara glanced back at the Akasunas' table. He halted when he saw they were gone. There wasn't anything that even suggested that the table had been used-no balled up napkin under the table or a drop of spilled soda. As if no one had been there.

Then again, did angels leave messes? Gaara was absolutely certain that the Akasunas were no humans. He shivered as he remembered the thirsty look in Hinata's eyes. He didn't think he mind being devoured by an angel as stunning as that.


I hope the changes are an improvement. Opinions and advice are very much desired.

Thanks,

Brii