Summary: She's the last of the assassination party and when things start to go right for him she hears a strange voice. How can she hear this? How can she hear the demon inside Gaara?
(Sorry, I'm terrible at summaries.) XXXGaara/SakuraXXX Rated M for later chapters. I might make the characters OOC. (more than likely)

Disclaimer: I may not own Naruto but I do own Neji's soul...I bought it on EBay!

Chapter 1:

He opened his eyes and stared into the pitch black above him. He hadn't been asleep of course; he would never sleep.

"You can come out now," he said into the dark. He pulled open the curtain on the window next to his bed, allowing moonlight to flood into the room. 9 men and 1 girl stepped out of the remaining shadows. They all wore ANBU masks and had the Konoha ANBU tattoo on their shoulders. The girl, apparently the leader of the group, stepped forward.

"Gaara, Kazekage of the Sand Nin, you've been deemed too dangerous to live," she said in a familiar voice.

He sat up from his bed. "Oh really," he said. It wasn't a question.

Everybody except the girl took out kunai and shurikan.

"You've got to be kidding me," he mumbled, "I can't believe all Konoha could send is 9 measly men and 1 'girl'?" He made the last part a question.

"Do you even know who this 'girl', as you call her, is?" one of the men asked.

"Not right now," he responded, never taking his eyes off the girl, "But I will as soon as I'm done taking care of all you imbeciles"

Hearing the 'ching' of metal, he caught the kunai that had been thrown at his heart.

"Now I'm mad," he said. In one fluid movement he reached back and pulled the curtain shut again.

Now that the room was pitch black again he made his move. There were many sounds of metal on metal, men grunting as a punch landed right in his gut, and, to Shukaku's delight, the screams of men dieing.

When all were either knocked-out or dead, he went over to the light switch and flipped on the lights. He was slightly surprised to still see the girl standing in the middle of the room but not enough to show.

"How come I didn't sense your chakra?" he asked in a bored tone.

"I know some things," she said, amused.

He walked over and stood in front of her. "Your men are either knocked out or dead; why aren't you scared?" he asked.

"Little scares me any more," she replied.

"And why is that?"

"I know you Gaara-kun, I know all you've done, I now about Shukaku." The last part was a whisper.

He glared at the slim girl. Something was wrong about her. In the blink of an eye he had the tiger ANBU mask off her face. A child's face looked up at him.

"Take down the illusion," he said, still glaring.

Her whole body began to ripple as her height and features changed. When it was all done a woman, about a head shorter then him and about his age, with pink hair was standing in front of him.

"Nice to see you again Gaara-kun," she said with a smile.

"I never thought I would see you again...Haruno Sakura."

She smiled again. "Well, since I became part of ANBU I've met many people I never thought I would see you again."

"That tends to happen when you know the type of people you know," he said. His eyes still held no emotion despite the glare.

"Ahhh," she said, amusement still in her voice, "You mean Sasuke and the Fifth, Naruto"

"So the little bastard did make Hokage," he mumbled to himself.

"That 'little bastard' is my friend," she said, all amusement replaced by anger.

"You are brave for someone who is about to be my prisoner."

"If you plan on making me your prisoner than you are going to have to do more than talk."

"You mock me."

"I mock everybody," she smiled.

Suddenly pain raced up his arm. He hissed, looking down to see another her standing next to him, holding the kunai that was sticking out of his arm.

The Sakura in front of him disappeared, leaving a small pile of cherry blossoms behind.

"I told you," she whispered in his ear," I know some things; so don't underestimate me."

"You're making me mad," he warned.

"Good," she laughed, "I want to see first hand how strong Shukaku is."

Gaara could feel Shukaku trying to take over.

LET ME OUT YOU LITTLE BRAT.

'Shut up Shukaku. I thought I had finally gotten you to shut up 2 years ago.'

YOU'LL NEVER GET ME TO BE QUIET.

Suddenly the kunai was yanked from his arm and Sakura pushed him forward.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, "Who else is here?"

"No one's here. I don't know what you're talking about!" he snarled, mad that Shukaku was back.

She glared at him. "I know I heard something. A menacing voice. I'm not insane."

'What the hell is this girl talking about?' he thought.

SINCE WHEN DID YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT I THOUGHT?

'I don't.'

He turned around and faced Sakura.

She had an unreadable look on her face. "The voices are coming from you," she whispered, "It's your voice and something...evil." She shuddered. "I'm hearing Shukaku."

Surprise filled both him and Shukaku.

THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE! Shukaku yelled.

"Apparently it is!" she yelled right back.

"Both of you shut up!" Gaara yelled. He looked up at her, schooling his feature not to show any of the emotions he was feeling right then. "I honestly am sorry about this,"
he said.

In speeds that would make Gai proud, he hit a pressure point on the back of her neck, causing all senses to momentarily fail, and for her to pass out.

He caught her limp body before it could hit the floor. He turned her over so he could see her face. Gently brushing pink locks away, he lightly caressed her cheek.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING!

'She knows about you and can hear you. She would understand what I'm going through. I can't let her go.'

YOU'RE GOING SOFT.

He thought about it for a second. 'Yeah, I guess I am,' he thought with amusement.
Shukaku snorted.

'What's wrong? Mad that your little technique doesn't work anymore?'

SAY ONE MORE WORD TO ME AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE WORST HEADACHE YOU'VE EVER HAD.

He simply laughed.

Sakura looked around her. She was surrounded by an impenetrable black. 'I don't think it's the absence of light though,' she thought, 'I don't think it's the absence of...anything.'

YOU'VE GOTTEN SMARTER SINCE THE LAST TIME WE MET.

She recognized that voice. "Shukaku."

THERE IS NO NEED TO SPEAK OUT LOUD. I CAN HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS.

She immediately felt herself throwing up barriers to block the demon from her thoughts.

THAT WON'T WORK. GAARA TRIED IT FOR YEARS.

'Show yourself!' she thought.

WHY SHOULD I SHOW MYSELF TO A LOWLIFE HUMAN LIKE YOU?

'Why would you bring me to this place if that wasn't what you had planned?'
TOO SMART PERHAPS.

'I learned from the best.'

YES, YES. KAKASHI, NARUTO, SASUKE, THE OLD HOKAGE, GAI, ANKO, AND MANY OTHERS. EVEN IF MY HOST DIDN'T, I KEPT AN EYE ON YOU.

'Why?'

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS...SPECIAL ABOUT YOU WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU.


'Are you going to come out or am I going to talk to an unknown voice this whole time?'

Something began to appear through the black. At first small, but growing larger by the second. After about 10 seconds a tall man stood in front of her.

'You're Shukaku? But you look just like any ordinary man.'

TAKE A CLOSER LOOK.

She looked again at what she thought was an ordinary man. After looking closer she realized he wasn't anything near ordinary. The ears were pointed, the eyes were red with vertical slits for pupils (kind of like cats eyes), the long hair hanging down to his waist was blacker than the black that surrounded them, and the hands and feet looked more like claws.

Other than that he actually looked kind of hot.

NOW YOU SEE WHAT I REALLY AM.

'How is it possible that something that was so feared looks so much like any normally person...but not?' she interrupted.

He laughed. I AM WHAT I WANT TO BE, he explained.

'But why?'

YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS. NOW SHUT UP SO I CAN TELL YOU WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE.

She crossed her arms and glared. One of Shukaku's black eyebrows raised but he didn't say anything about her childish ways.

I BROUGHT YOU HERE ON GAARRA'S BEHALF.

'Since when did you care about anything that had to do with Gaara?'

I HAVE TO CARE ABOUT HIS WELL-BEING. REMEMBER I DO RESIDE IN HIM.

'Not willingly.'

He began to glare but still didn't say anything about her behavior.

BACK TO GAARA. I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON THROUGH HIS MIND. HIS FEELINGS ARE IN TOTAL CHAOS... ALL ABOUT YOU.

'What? About me?'

YES, ABOUT YOU. I BROUGHT YOU HEAR TO ASK YOU TO NOT LEAVE HIM. NOT LEAVE HIM UNTILL EITHER HE LEAVES YOU OR YOU CAN'T STAND ANYMORE.

'But why would he feel anything about me? I didn't see any hint of emotion in his eyes or face the whole time we were talking.'

WHEN HAVE YOU EVER SEEN GAARA SHOW EMOTION?

'Never,' she admitted grudgingly.

RIGHT. NOW WILL YOU DO THIS FOR ME...FOR GAARA?

She stayed silent for several minutes, her eyes going in and out of focus in thought.

'I have 1 condition.'

WHAT'S THAT? he asked suspiciously.

'You will not show yourself other than talking to me or him.'

WHY YOU CONIVEING LITTLE WENCH. OK. I WILL DO MY BEST TO KEEP MY TEMPER.

'Thank you. And I will do my best to stay by his side until either I can't take anymore or he leaves me on his own.'

They shook hands, her taking as much care as possible not to get scratched by the claws.

NOW, MY LITTLE KUNOICHI, YOU WILL WAKE.

Everything began to blur and she could feel all her senses returning.

"Where- Where am I?" she asked. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"You are in my house in the Land of Sand," came her reply.

She sat up quickly, and in the process, hit her head on Gaara's forehead.
She yelped and jumped back but whatever she was on it made her bounce up and down when she did so. She looked down to see what it was and saw that she was lying on a bed.

"This doesn't look like the home we were in last time," she mumbled, rubbing her head.

"That's because it isn't the home you saw last time," Gaara growled, rubbing his forehead where they had collided, "That was Tamari's house, which by the way, she's mad about all the blood stains on her carpet."

"Well, if you hadn't killed those men that wouldn't be a problem!" she growled right back. She felt the hollow feeling that she felt every time one of her team died growing.

FEISTY LITTLE WENCH.

"Shut up Shukaku!" both Sakura and Gaara yelled at the same time.

She looked up at him. He was giving her a funny look but there still was no emotion in those hard green eyes.

Finally she decided to look around and take in her surroundings. She was in a very large room. It didn't have much in it and the little that was there looked like it had never been used or used very little.

"You said this was your house right?" she asked.

He looked around, "Yeah."

"Then why does it look like it's never been used before?"

He smirked. "I never stay here is why."

She looked back at him, "Why not?"

"You ask too many questions," he said standing up from the bed.

THAT'S WHAT I SAID.

'Ok. Pretending I cared about what you say, when did you ever talk to her except through me?' she heard Gaara think.

IGNORANT FOOL, was all the reply he got.

She laughed. "What the hell is going on?" Gaara demanded.

"Nothing of consequence," she laughed.

"I'll be out in the kitchen if you need anything," he said, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

He then turned and walked out the door. The only thing that ruined his calm demeanor was him slamming the door as he went out.

"Good. Now to try and find something to wear other than this blasted ANBU uniform," she said standing up.

As she was standing up she noticed the fact that she wasn't still in her ANBU uniform. In fact all she was wearing was a loose fitting T-shirt and her underwear.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK! YOU CHANGED MY CLOTHES WHEN I WAS ASLEEP?" she screamed.

A/N: Hehe. Sorry it was kind of short. We were at a state volleyball thing and I just started typing on our laptop. Well, tell me what you think and please, if you have any suggestions,
tell me.