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This isn't what I usually write, but I was listening to Europa and Orchards of the Minds by Globus and I just had to get this off my chest. Slightly A/U and suggested romance, no yaoi. Gaara/Neji.

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It wasn't supposed to end like this

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He stood in the middle of a sandstorm, one unlike the world has ever seen. Wind battered at his body, trying to push him over but he didn't feel a thing. Rain attempted to blind him but nothing hit his eye. Sand endeavored to devour him, yet he floated over the ground.

It wasn't supposed to happen…

Around his feet lay corpse after corpse, their blood feeding the turmoil of sand. One by one their nameless faces disappeared below the sand and he felt nothing for them. One corpse rose to his knees, long brown hair hanging over sunken eyes.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this…" The corpse's voice carried over the wind that continued to batter him. As the words left the body's lips, other bodies rose to their knees, voices raised in a wordless cry.

He glanced over the mass grave of singing, decomposing remains. His hair dyed red from the blood that graced his clothes and shoeless feet. The song of the dead ended and each corpse fell once more, he felt a strange pressure build up in his throat and threw his head back. One long merciless laugh stretched the silence and he raised blood soaked hands into claws, either side of his head.

"Why?" It was a simple question, delivered with a stifled cry. It received no answer, other than that horrible, burning laugh which slowly changed into a maniacal gasp for air and turned more desperate and crazed.

He continued to laugh, raising the beautifully crafted P345 gun. The black handle dripped red and the engraved stainless steel barrel ran with blood. The open end of the barrel hit his temple and with a final burst of laughter, he pulled the trigger.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this…" The brunette corpse held closed a long gash on his stomach, trying to keep what he had left inside himself. Tears fell down his cheeks as he crawled over to the newly added, now headless body. Reaching out he cradled the mess that had once been a head.

"I love you." And a sea of dead, rotting cadavers rose out of the sand, taking a limb in each hand, whatever they could find. As a group they backed away from each other, ripping their killer apart. A wet tearing filled the air, followed by a horrible screech as the brunette's lover was split apart and he was deprived of the mess that had been his head.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this…"

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Did you like it? I know it's rather graphic and gory, but I could've made it a lot worse, I was going to but thought better of it… Sorry, but I just had to get this out.

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