Hey! Let me just say, I am working on my Sakura Christmas story but I wrote this a long time ago and i thought I should summit it. I don't really know where Sasuke came from coz I've been wanting to do a fic where he comes home but I've got this shit that all second years ago through so I'm too busy to do so. I will do it one day but that's not today. In this story, I have created my own charecter, Mishuku. My friends gave me the name so I don't even know if it's real but if someone else made it up, it's there name, not mine. Ok, so enjoy this stroy!


"As expected, the Akatsuki couldn't control the Shakaku's power so they've enclosed it in a young child. That child is out there, possibly terrorising villages, being controlled but the Akatsuki. We have to find them before it gets out of hand. I've chosen you three because I think you would cope best under this situation." Baki said flatly as though he were talking about the weather.

Temari and Kankuro nodded but their red haired sibling simply sat staring at the opposite wall. He nodded his head absently and turned back to a few papers he had started before Baki interrupted him.

He felt his heart twist with rage. No only had Akatsuki killed him, attacked his village but now they had ruined a young child's life.

"This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack…" Kankuro sighed. Temari nodded and turned to her younger sibling when Baki left the room. He had an odd, misty look in his jade green eyes.

"Gaara-?" She began before Kankuro caught her arm with a warning glance.

XxX

The feet of the six figures crunched against the sand as they walked across the desert in the sweltering heat.

While four of them had long black cloaks and straw hats; the fifth was dressed in simple black clothing and orange mask with a single hole cut into it.

The sixth was a girl; around ten or eleven, with midnight blue hair that flowed freely down her back to her waist and pupil less hazel brown eyes with heavy shadows under them. The rest of her face was hidden by a purple neck scarf.

She walked a little behind the tall Akatsuki members, staring absently at the glittering grains of sand below her feet.

She wore a deep purple vest under a strapless black top and had the same deep purple elbow pads. Stamped across the black top in purple was the Suna sign.

She wore black pants and black boots, which were just like the infamous pink haired medic of Konoha. Like most ninja, she had a shuriken holster strapped onto her slim thigh. On her left arm, a fish next glove ran down from her elbow pad and over her fingers on which she adorned three black rings.

Her right was much the same but the fish net ran up from her elbow and over her shoulder, stopping at the strap of her purple vest.

There were great waves of darkness ebbing from her, strong enough to spike fear into the men before her.

The amount of chakra coursing through her was so strong that even someone without the Byakugan could feel it like a freezing desert wind.

This girl was not human.

She was a monster…

Deidara looked over his shoulder at the dark haired girl and smirked. "What's up, Mishuku?" He said as though her name left a bad taste in his mouth.

She didn't grace him with an answer but stared stubbornly at the ground. Deidara felt sand circling his feet so he reached forward and grabbed the young girl's shirtfront.

"Knock it off, yeah." He snapped. Mishuku pushed him away and kept walking. Kisame laughed as Deidara took on his trademark pout across his feminine face.

"Being pushed around by a little girl, are we, Deidara?" He teased.

Itachi stopped ahead of them. The others stopped as well, staring at the three shinobi before them.

"So your alive then, Gaara?" Deidara sneered.

"Did you think it would be that easy?" Temari said, smirking.

"You couldn't kill Gaara of the Desert." Kankuro said, scowling at Deidara.

Mishuku sighed and folded her arms. Kisame bent down to her level and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Temari flinch.

"Keep calm. Don't try anything on these guys. Understood?"

"Get away from me, fish face." Mishuku spat in disgust. Sasori smirked but kept his eyes fixed on Gaara.

"We'll leave these maggots to you then, Itachi." Mishuku said, walking past Temari who was so fearful that she was frozen to the spot.

Kankuro took a step forwards but Kisame raised his huge sword, Samehada, threateningly.

Mishuku stared at Gaara for a moment before tearing her gaze away to stare ahead.

Three shuriken flew towards her back. Kisame flung out his sword but a shield of sand flew up and the deadly metal weapons disappeared into the glittering grains.

"Gaara-?" Temari began when suddenly the sand spat the shurikens out at her. She stepped back and they just missed her.

Mishuku began walking away when Kisame grabbed her spindly wrist.

"Let go of me, you piece of trash." She spat, pulling her wrist away. Kisame gritted his sharp little teeth.

Temari opened out her fan and swung it through the air. Mishuku folded her arms as a wall of sand shielded her from the deadly wind.

Kankuro set down the bandaged puppet on his back and Mishuku turned her bored gazed on him.

There was a crash, a splintering of wood as a bandaged blade cut through the puppet and towards Kankuro who ducked just in time.

Mishuku smirked and turned and walked away, alone, her long hair blowing in the wind. Gaara suddenly appeared in the gust of wind before her, arms folded.

"You're going to drag me back to Suna, I guess." Gaara shook his head slowly.

"It's your choice where you go."

"There's no where for me to go to."

"What about your parents? I'm sure they're worried about you."

"No one home to care about me."

"You know… I think you could do much better than the Akatsuki."

"Well… Maybe I could come back to Suna," Mishuku had a fake look of though on her face. "Hm… nah." She suddenly crossed her hands and Gaara leapt back as the sand shifted beneath his feet.

"We're more alike than you think. I've been alone too. We have the same eyes, filled with sadness and loneliness that I knew all too well."

"Don't patronize me."

"Oi! Mishuku! Little bitch, come back, yeah!" Deidara screamed after her as she began to walk away.

Sasori's long tail like spine hit Temari hard in the stomach and it shot out to wrap around Mishuku.

A cloak of glitter sand wrapped around her waist and the tail closed around it.

Temari drew back her fan and slammed it hard on the back of Sasori's head.

Kankuro leapt forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted Mishuku the spine like tail's slackened grip.

XxX

"Where are the Akatsuki?" Baki asked. Gaara rolled his eyes from where he leaned against the wall, watching the girl.

She stared blankly ahead. Baki leaned down before her, their noses inches apart. Gaara stood up and folded his arms.

"I will ask again. Where are they?" Mishuku tore her gaze from the wall sluggishly to look at the exposed portion of Baki's face.

"Don't know, don't care." She said flatly.

"But they are your teammates, are they not?" Baki said. Gaara sighed. His former sensei was getting nowhere with the girl.

"Their word teammate and yours mean totally different things. They work together but if one of them is in trouble, it's his trouble and no one else's."

"Then why would Kisame try to stop the shuriken attack back there?" Kankuro asked.

Gaara shifted his weight and watched the girl as she turned with disgust on his puppet-wielding sibling.

"I am not part of their team. I am alone. I was a mere possession of the Akatsuki; I was not seen as a person. Just a deadly weapon." Gaara's gut clenched. She sounded like him… a long time ago.

"Do you have parents or anyone?"

"Kill when I was born. I've lived with the Akatsuki my whole life."

"Eleven years all alone?" Temari glanced at Gaara who stared back at her. "That's no way to live." Mishuku shrugged and folded her arms.

"I have to exist. I will not disappear." Gaara sighed again and turned to Temari.

"What is your problem?" Mishuku snapped at the redhead. He turned back to her, a slightly amused look on his face.

The girl turned back to Baki. "Am I allowed to leave or am I to be kept a prisoner?"

The three Sand siblings looked curiously at Baki who stared resolutely at the wall before speaking.

"You'll be kept a little longer." He said curtly before leaving. Temari and Kankuro turned to leave but the latter stopped, staring at his brother. "Gaara?"

"I'm going to talk to her. Don't worry," He smiled shortly at his brother before the door shut with a resounding "clank"

Gaara turned to the girl, staring into her young face. It was only now that he realised how racoon-like her face was.

She had a pointed rather cute nose, glassy brown eyes and dark flesh to border them. She looked so much like Gaara it was unreal.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" Mishuku snapped, folding her arms. Gaara felt the sand in his gourd shift restlessly and it was not his feelings it was reacting to.

"Why do you exist?" He asked suddenly. Mishuku turned her hazel gaze away and sighed.

"Without Akatsuki… do I have a purpose?" she said after a pause.

"What was your purpose before that?" Gaara asked tentatively, seating himself in Kankuro's abandoned chair.

Mishuku turned her dark gazed upon him. "To destroy everything in my path. Now I am… ashamed to say the least but I had to live… I couldn't just…"

"Fade away… yes I understand." Gaara said with a sigh.

"How do you know this pain?" Gaara turned to the young girl and sighed.

"You know the Shakaku inside you? It used to live inside of me, destroying my life."

"I was told... well more threatened that if the Spirit was removed from my body… I'd die. How are you still alive?"

"Elder Chiyo gave up her own life for me."

"Elder Chiyo?" Mishuku smirked. "I was told she hated people… like us. Then again, I've been deceived by the Akatsuki so I'm not sure what's true that I've been told."

"Lots of people have been deceived by them…" Gaara said solemnly.

"You're the Kazekage, right?" Mishuku said after a long pause.

"Hai."

"What's your name?"

"Gaara." The redhead stared into her sad eyes for a moment before standing up.

"I'll leave you to get some sleep-." He remembered his fifteen years of insomnia and almost grimaced at the mere memory.

"Do you want anything? A drink, some food?"

"No… thank you, Gaara… sama." The redhead smiled as Mishuku stood up and began pacing.

XxX

Gaara yawned hugely as he walked down to Mishuku's room. He had only just started sleeping after fifteen years of being to afraid to let go with the Shakaku just beyond his consciousness.

He remembered the first time he had awakened and yawned, he had been worried something was wrong with him.

Temari and Kankuro had merely laughed at their younger brother.

He opened the cell door and walked in to see Kankuro sitting and watching Mishuku staring at her breakfast disdainfully.

"When did you get here?" Gaara asked his older brother.

"Ten minutes ago. Baki's busy so he asked me to bring Mishuku her breakfast." Kankuro said, stretching.

Gaara nodded and turned back to the corridor but the puppet-wielding nin leapt to his feet and grabbed his brother's arm.

"Do not leave me alone with her!" He hissed at the red head, eyes wide with fear.

"What?" Gaara asked, looking from his fear-stricken brother and the harmless looking girl who sat alone in the prison like room.

Kankuro's face suddenly went blank as he realised the girl was the same as Gaara. He was afraid

"No… it's nothing. Go on, I'll stay with her." He smiled sheepishly as his sibling walked down the corridor.

"Are you afraid of me?" Said a quiet voice. Kankuro turned his painted face to the little girl and sighed.

"Tell me the truth."

"Well…I do fear you. But not you, as in Mishuku. I fear the Shakaku. Hell, I feared my own brother for fifteen years because of it!"

"Gaara-sama is your… brother?"

"Yep… I thought I hated him until… I saw that he didn't hate everyone but they wouldn"t acknowledge him so he had to… to be the way he was just to get people to notice him. He didn't want to fade away and be forgotten." Kankuro sighed deeply. "I wished I could've been there for him before he got to where he was."

"How did he… get out of that place?" Mishuku asked and Kankuro stared at her, pity in his dark eyes.

"Uzumaki Naruto." Mishuku stared suddenly and looked up.

"The Kyuubi container?"

"You know him?"

"I was told… awful things about him. But… I don't know if they're true." Kankuro frowned.

"What did they say?"

"He used the power of the Demon to kill my parents." Kankuro frowned.

This girl was younger than Naruto and he had never used to full force of the Kyuubi against Suna after the demon was sealed within him.

The Akatsuki had filled this poor girl with bullshit.