ChaNobutoshi Kanna- Evil Eyes

Introduction: The day Gaara killed Yashamaru. The Kazekage's office. 10:10 pm.

"Even at the age of four…" The rust-brown haired man murmured thickly, turning a page of the incident report. "He is fully able to utilize the Shukaku in a practical manner. Interesting. And useful. For now at least."

Baki, whom was guarding the door, nodded. "Twelve attempts on his life, and the jinjurikki is still intact. It seems-"

The door burst open, and a young woman with shortly-cropped brown hair and her Jonin vest supporting a toddler strapped to her back. She was holding something to her chest, apparently having ran all the way to the office.

"Tomoe Matsuri." Baki said in surprise. "What are you doing-"

"KAZEKAGE-SAMA!" She managed, bowing. "I-I have a report from the border at Amegakure!"

"Report."

"Yes." She took a deep breath. "Not even a half an hour ago, a strange figure in a half-destroyed black cloak stumbled upon the gate and demanded that we accept this…. Weapon from him. He claimed it was powerful, but he had no use for it."

"And where is this 'weapon'?" The Kazekage said, interested. Good weaponry and battle tactics were slim yet powerful, and in high demand in Suna nowadays.

"Well… you see my Lord…" She hesitated, then held up her bundle. "He left a… baby."

'Baby?' Was the mutual thought of both men.

"And I think Chiyo-basama should look at her." She swallowed. "This girl doesn't even look quite… human."

These things caught their attention fully, and the elder was called. Once Chiyo finished examining the child, she 'tsked.

"I'm amazed this child is alive. No two-year-old should be able to sustain all this Jutsu and other… things… that have been done to her frail body. And this Chakra… I've only known of Tailed Beasts having anything close to this amount, and hers is the kind that increases with time."

"Granny Chiyo." The Kazekage said politely. "Is she powerful?"

"Why yes- only your son could compare to her power." She sighed. "Even if she didn't unseal half of her abilities."

With those words hanging in the air, he gave a contempt look to the small, helpless-looking body.

"Baki." He finally said.

"Yes Sir?"

"This child will be taken into my home. No one will know her true appearance or potential, and you will raise her alongside my children, but more like your own daughter. This will be assigned an S-class mission if you wish to refuse."

"That won't be necessary. I accept your request."

"Good." His eyes narrowed. "Let us go home. But first, some proper coverings shall be needed for her. Also, a name."

"If she is to be raised like a weapon like Gaara." Chiyo said plainly, wrapping up the baby and handing her to Baki. "Why not Kiritsu? It means discipline, and it shall be only discipline to guide her."

"That will work."

'And I give you luck, little one.' Chiyo thought as the two men walked away. 'The headband that Matsuri Tomoe found wrapped around you makes me very troubled indeed.'

Her hand passed over a Medical-nin headband with a slashed-out musical note, and she pocketed the object before leaving. It would not re-enter the woman's focus again for 11 years.

The next morning, as the sun was barely beginning to scorch the dessert-surrounded city, Temari stretched her arms and yawned. Putting up her hair, she crept out of her room, preparing her fan to ambush Baki-Sensei as he made his morning coffee.

So it was expected that when she saw Tomoe Matsuri and Baki fussing over a small object together in the living room instead of the normal morning routine, she was curious.

"Sensei, Sempai." She said, stepping out of the staircase shyly. "What are you doing?"

The woman smiled at her and waved her over. "Come see for yourself Princess."

Eagerly, the girl maintained a blank face as she walked up to the two adults, and peeked at the small thing between them on a pillow. A little baby wrapped up in a way that would keep people from seeing what it looked like.

"Who is this?" She asked, smiling.

"This is Kiritsu, you new little 'sister'." Baki said. "Tomoe Matsuri found her last night, and I am taking her in as my own daughter."

"A sister…" Temari looked pleased, and made a motion with her arms to try to cuddle the girl without touching her. "How old is she?"

"Two."

'Younger than Gaara…' Was her tentative thought. "May I hold her?"

Baki was surprised by the request, but Matsuri smiled. "Here, since she's so fragile, you have to support her head like this…"

After explaining a few more things about babies to Baki and Temari, she left to go home to her own daughter. It was then that Kankuro woke up, and the Jonin explained the situation to the younger boy, whom didn't seem all that interested in the girl… until she grabbed his finger in an inhumanely strong grip. That got his attention, but he didn't do much besides smile at her when the others weren't looking. The whole day, the three got used to the idea of having a toddler around the house, and began to change their routine to fit the new addition.

Gaara didn't leave his room the whole day, to the relief of his siblings and caretaker. In fact, he didn't even come close to the door of his room for the next few days. When he did however, he was in for a big surprise. Because, sitting in his chair at the table, was a small figure covered in a blanket.

Now, any normal time this would happen, he would just use his 'Mother' to crush the offender with sand. This time was different; Shukaku was warning him to hold back, to be wary of this seemingly helpless figure. So with light steps, the boy climbed into the chair furthest from the girl and began to eat his breakfast.

"Gaara, this is Kiritsu, our new sister," Temari said hesitantly to the boy, whom nodded in her direction and continued to eat. "She's Baki-Sensei's daughter, isn't that nice?"

Another nod. Baki sighed with relief as the meal went on without incident.

'The later Gaara snaps around this one the better, there's no telling what could happen if what Granny Chiyo said is true.' He decided.

To everyone's surprise, though there were incidents involving Gaara's demon over time, none of them affected Kiritsu for several months. Within that 'peaceful' time, Kiritsu'd become apart of the 'family', and even was talking in proper grammar to them. Impressive for a toddler, but with one named 'discipline', she was proven to be everything predicted. And then some.

Even though her stature was small and slight, when she hit Kankuro back, it held more power than one of the boys full-strength hits. Her chakra control was competitive with his as well, and she managed to perform all of his and Temari's Jutsu's, but humbly calling the two either 'Sempai' or 'Brother/Sister'.

Unfortunately, Gaara's Demon became impatient and decided to strike as soon as it could, and Baki decided that same day to warn the girl. On Gaara's 6th birthday, and the assumed 4th birthday of Kiritsu, Baki brought the girl into his room for a private chat.

Body covered completely in bandages, wearing a baggy tank top and mid-length skirt over the bandages and a knit hat like Kankuro, the little girl swung her legs over the edge of her backwards-facing chair.

"Daddy." She said clearly, "We are missing Gaara's party, isn't that rude?"

"Yes." He said plainly, always astounded at how she regarded Gaara, and believing it would change. "But I have something more important to tell you."

"And what would that be?" She was already loosing interest.

"The reason Gaara attacks people."

"Most people don't like him." She said, still sounding bored. "But I don't mind him, and he doesn't hurt me."

"You're… different from most people." Baki got comfortable in his chair. "But Gaara… Is even more different. He is the container of the One-Tailed Demon Raccoon, but is not in good control of it."

"So…" Her voice became thoughtful, and she put a hand to her chin. "When he looses control, the monster hurts people?"

"No. Gaara hurts-"

"Sorry Daddy, you're wrong." She got out of her chair and crawled into his lap. "If he can't control his Demon, then the Demon controls him, he has no choice after that."

Surprise and disbelief crossed Baki's features, and when the girl kissed his cheek and walked out of the room and back to the party, he was still frozen.

'That can't be it.' He thought, shaking his head. 'She doesn't understand these things yet.'

A high-pitched scream reached his ears, and he raced to the source of the sound. Kiritsu.

On one side of the room, Gaara was staring down his siblings, heaving rough breaths. On the other side, Kankuro and Temari had their weapons out, Kiritsu holding her arm, blood coating the bandages below them.

"WHY did YOU try to TOUCH HIM Dooru?" Kankuro demanded, calling her a 'doll' in his irritation.

She sniffled and muttered something while Baki went to her and tended to her wounds.

"What did you say?" He said quietly.

"He-"

"I wanted to see what she looks like." Gaara said angrily. "And she needed help getting off the bandages, so Shukaku decided to help-"

"You little brat! YOU hurt Kiritsu, not your damned DEMON!" Kankuro said angrily.

"N-no, he's telling the truth-"

"Stop yelling or I'll KILL you ALL!" Gaara groaned and held his head in his hands. "I MEAN it. STOP!"

"We'll stop Gaara." Temari said quietly, pulling Kankuro's arm. "It's time for bed Kankuro."

"Yeah, I was getting a little tired anyway…" He lifted up his puppets and carried them back to his room, and Temari kissed Kiritsu on the forehead before talking her fan away.

Expression dark, Gaara just walked out. With a sigh, Baki taped up the rest of the cut, eyes going to the girl's face every few seconds.

"I don't hate him." She said calmly, sighing. "I was the silly one. It wasn't his fault-"

"Stop saying that." Baki said, irritated. "When you're older you'll understand better, but Gaara is the one to blame for the problems he causes, no one else. Now, goodnight Kiritsu."

"Goodnight Daddy." She crept past Kankuro's room, and saw he was hitting his target dummy as hard as he could.

When she'd stood there a few minutes, he noticed her. "Oh. Hi. Sorry I yelled at you."

She walked right in, stepping over the puppet limbs and other odds and ends that littered the floor, arms relaxed. If you could have seen her expression, you might have seen a smile on her face.

"It's okay Kankuro-niisan." She said, sitting down Indian style beside him. "I deserved it for being selfish."

He looked at her in surprise, but couldn't find the words.

"And don't get mad, but…" She played with her hair. "I don't blame him for that."

"What?"

"I should have been more careful. It was silly to think that would have gone any other way that that."

"Doll." He said, sitting down next to her. "He's killed people because of the very thing you did today, you could have died because of him."

"Still, I knew that, and did it anyway." She put a hand to her chest. "My fault. You don't have to agree Brother, but that's what I think."

"I don't agree, but you have a right to what you think." He ruffled her hair. "Friends again?"

"Yep!" She smiled under the bandages, but he could somehow see it and smiled in response.

For the next four years, no more accidents happened. That is, until their first C-ranked mission as Genin.

Kiritsu was on Kankuro's shoulders, playing absentmindedly with the 'ears' of his hat, listening to the forest around them.

"Baki-Sensei, remind me why we're going to Amegakure when they're in the middle of a civil war?" Temari said, playing with her large weapon-fan.

"Yeah, remind us Daddy." Kiritsu said, causing Kankuro to chuckle.

Giving the bandaged girl a dirty look, Baki cleared his throat. "It was a mission that your father assigned to you personally, there shouldn't be any other explanation needed."

With a roll of his eyes, Kankuro smirked. "Yeah, we're all obedient little brats that do their fathers bidding without question. Why didn't I see that before?"

"Sarcasm isn't what I'm asking for Kankuro." He said, irritated.

"Who knows." Kiritsu muttered. "It might save his life one day…"

"Life doesn't matter, why should he need to save his own?" Gaara muttered, a maniacal edge getting into his tone.

Before the others could worry or react, Kiritsu snapped to attention and used her legs to flip Kankuro into a summersault and to the ground, where he landed with a groan, and she landed on her feet, holding a kunai in her left hand.

Trying to get to his feet, Kankuro glared at the girl, and she kicked him back to the ground. "Dooru-"

Her bandages loosening from swift movements, she made a series of hand signs, chakra strings slicing through paper bombs that shot in the groups' direction.

"At least ten…" She said, kicking Kankuro's puppet into the teens arms. "And… They're in a formation around the road…"

The group readied their weapons, Gaara just popping the cork out of his gourd of sand, his breath going uneven and wheezing sounds exploding from his throat.

'Oh great, the DEMON is getting riled up.' Was the thought of three of the group.

With a sigh, she adjusted her stance and prepared another one of her Jutsu, knowing they needed to delay a close-combat encounter as long as possible.

'What to do… WHAT to DO!' She thought frantically. Then, the answer, though risky, came to her. "GAARA! Come and get me!"

She shot a kunai at him, and the sand began to chase and swarm her. Using her speed and small size to her advantage, she twisted to 'seek-out' one of their enemies. With an unseen smile, she twisted around one unfortunate one, and was rewarded by the sound of sand crushing his body. The sounds of combat nearby didn't break her concentration, but pleased her.

'Only a few to go.' She assumed, and continued her deathly dance to crush as many of their opponents as possible.

Once finished, she threw another kunai at Gaara. "Stop it."

The sand didn't stop tailing her.

"Stop. For me?" She said, getting closer to Kankuro, Temari, and Baki. "Now."

For the second time in her life, the demon-controlled sand contorted around her arms, cutting into her flesh before quickly drawing back like a burned hand, and the pain filled her hazy mind.

"Ow…" She unwrapped and re-wrapped the torn bandages around her arms, ignoring the sting and blood, shaking off the concerned touches she felt on her shoulders. "Let's keep going. I'm fine."

No one argued with her for once, all too shocked from the way she handled being attacked by Gaara to try to disagree. A few miles later, once again on Kankuro's shoulders, she sighed in irritation.

"Mind briefing us on the mission and why we were attacked now Daddy?" She said, rolling her shoulders.