From the Author: So, I had writer's block and decided to just wing it with a fanfic. Yes, it may not be the smartest thing ever, but honestly I don't care right now. Sorry if it's crappy, but really, I'm winging.

Warning: ooc-ness and maybe some guy luff later on. I haven't really decided on that one yet.

I DON'T OWN NARUTO(MANGA OR SHOW)!

I grab his wrist, tears are filling my eyes. "How could you do this!" I yell at him. I know he shouldn't be yelled at right now. I know I shouldn't be so angry. Looking at the floor, he doesn't answer. "Gaara, answer me." I pull on his wrist again. The soulful, pale green-blue eyes flicker up to my face. Never once in my life did I think I would be yelling at Gaara about something like this, at least not recently. Almost calmly he pulls his wrist away from my grasp. He sits down behind that desk that used to be his father's. As he steeples his fingers, he seems to realize that technically, he should be in control of this situation.

"Now, now, Naruto. I don't expect that you understand, but lately things have gotten so stressful. I just needed a way...relax." I slam my hands on his desk. Ignoring the sting in my hands from the force, I glare right into his eyes.

"Bull." He nods to this, agreeing that it is total bull coming from him. "You can't do this, Gaara. You need every ounce of blood. Especially now." I slap him as the anger in my builds. "Don't let the life that Chiyo saved be a waste." He's in complete shock as I leave with that floating in the air. Really, I don't want him to feel bad about living, just what he's done. Pain rips through me as I actually think of what I saw.

I didn't know before walking in. Gaara was calmly standing by himself, but the air was heavy with the scent of blood. Every shinobi knows that smell, almost as though we grew up with it. Then, I saw it, making a small puddle down at Gaara's feet. He turned, saw me. His face became a sudden mixture of shock, fear, and...maybe shame. Clutched close to him was his bleeding wrist. Then I noticed it, that kunai at his feet. Trying to cover up, he kicks it off to the side.

The memory physically hurts me as I try to find Sakura and Sai with blurry vision. Why won't these stupid tears stop! I drag my sleeved arm over my eyes, wiping away all the tears. Before I find them, I plaster on a smile. If Gaara wants them to know, he can say it himself. I'm not going to even hint on it. Still the tears sting the corners of my eyes.

"Do you think Naruto's alright?" Sakura's voice fills my ears and it pushes a real smile onto my face. Sai laughs, actually laughs.

"Sakura, this is Naru-chan* you're worried about!" My blood boils as soon as he starts speaking. Sai is such a jerk. "Remember, he's going to be Hokage one day. He has to be alright." I step into the room right then. Enough talking about me, geesh.

"Ready to go?" I yawn as they both nod. Tonight is going to be such a long one. The trip will be boring, I just know it. It's all worth it, though, to get back home again.

Haha, please review! I would like that very much. Even though it is very, very bad. Haha.

*chan, from my limited knowledge, is usually referring to a female. I couldn't figure anyway else to get Naruto referred to in female fashion.