A/N: I do not own these characters orNaruto itself. I just own this messed up story idea, It has taken me an absurd amount of time tto finish this chapter, so, thank you for waiting.

A waning moon hovered in the blackened sky, casting its borrowed light onto the shifting pale yellow sands of the desert. It washed over the odd looking buildings of the Hidden Sand, peeping into sand smeared windows, shedding a tricky light inside rooms where it may illuminate a situation that wanted to be left in the dark. The prying light shifted, leaving some rooms in coveted darkness. It passed over windows, hoping for a good show. It had easy access to the tallest building in the village.

The upper portions of the tower in the center of the village were optimal spots for the curious moonlight to peek into. A few windows were positioned just right, offering a view into the office of the village leader. The pesky beams spilled into the room, flooding every corner with sickly gray light.

It spread over the figure slumped over the desk like a blanket. The figure was the kazekage; he had been wandering aimlessly around the building since the night before, when he had met a quaint version of Shukaku and an out of place mirror shattered at his touch, sending a silvery needle into his abdomen. He had been trying to wrap his brain around this series of events. Around midday, a sudden wave of nausea rocked the entirety of his stomach, binding with his sense of taste of smell. He had retreated to his office in hopes of recovering without any bodily emission but that was made difficult by the normally pleasing smell of cactus offending his nasal passages like the smell of meat that had spoiled in the sun. In the same monmentt he clenched his nose shut with his hand; it disturbed him to realize that that sounded appetizing.

It was a slow enough work day to allow him to hole up in his office for the remainder of the day wallowing in his new found misery along with the the non-existing spoiled meat. Gaara's new found nausea remained constant and his efforts to remain on guard in case it decided to force a rise from his captive internal organs were wasted and before he knew it; that effort sapped him of his wakefulness altogether.

Now, as the moon watched him sleep like the shameless spectator it always was; a streak of crimson tinted green leaked from the corner of the sleeping teenagers relaxed mouth. It started as a trickle, pooling drops but that was not a fast enough way to escape from his body, so the ever present nausea went ahead and up-heaved the already scarce contents of the Kazekage's stomach. Gaara's body convulsed violently as the burning fluid invaded his esophagus.

Shukaku, who had nestled himself in the recesses of the young boys mind awoke with the violent shutter that overtook the boys body..He could sense that the boy was not responding and feared that he would choke to death if he did not awaken soon. He slipped into a dream that was reeling through his mind and engulfed the image with a blinding burst of chakra.

The searing light of chakra dissipated the soothing dark that came with shutting ones eyes and sent Gaara's eyes open with a start. His body slammed against the back of the chair, allowing more vomit to to splatter onto the desk. Gaara was too startled to act and ended up heaving it all into the crevasse of his legs. Thankfully, no more came but he ended up retching dryly a few more times before he could slump in exhaustion.

He sat rigidly, staring dazedly at the reddish green liquid in his lap. His breath was haggard and still resonated with the sound of bile that had not made it to freedom. Shukaku retreated back to his cubbyhole hole in Gaara's mind, feeling a mixture of relief and concern.

"Master" he addressed Gaara with a gentle tone, " Are you alright?" he asked delicately.

The redhead steadied his breath, swallowing the remaining fluid as he lay himself against the chair. He did not dare to move his legs because the substance in the valley of his robe would run to the floor, creating an even bigger mess he would have to explain to his siblings. He gingerly touched the tips of his slender fingers together and pressed them to the bridge of his nose between closed eyes in a stance of contemplation.

"Shukaku" he stated the name flatly.

"Master?" he responded, inviting any sort of blame the confused youth might place upon him.

"What does this mean?" he asked steadily.

Shukaku smiled thoughtfully, "This is merely a symptom, your bodies way of telling you that yesterdays events had a successful outcome." his response was vague, dancing around the truth he knew would make his reserved medium discard his composure completely if even for a second.

Gaara opened his eyes slowly and fixed an intent stare at the door as if expecting someone to come through. He wasn't very fond of riddles; he himself being a straightforward thinker. "What exactly happened yesterday?" he inquired with very stifled curiosity in his voice.

Shukaku tried to put the news delicately; "The mirror was a vessel for the DNA of a very highly evolved being whose species thrives on the Soul-mate Principle. This principle being that one can only reproduce with one or multiple pre-destined individuals regardless of how you feel towards each-other. You see; you are this beings only soul-mate and with how long it has gone without having its own offspring, it got tired of waiting and decided to reproduce with you by any means." he paused for air, having said all that steadily on a single breath. "The method they hose was rather bizarre. They placed an ovum into the mirror infused with their chakra which was meant to attract yours until you actually made physical contact. The act of touching the mirror represented fertilization and the assembling of broken glass that penetrated your abdomen was its embedding itself for the duration of its development." Shukaku sighed with relief, he was tired of talking.

Gaara's face was unfazed; "So, what you're saying is, that...: He made a very swift movement to stand as the office door came open, inwardly grimacing at the greenish red liquid that spilled onto his bare feet. "I'm pregnant." he informed the worries kunoichi that stood in the doorway bluntly.

"What?" Temari's worry morphed into a look of confounding as she asked her brother to repeat that impossible set of words.

A/N: Okay, this is a weird place to end but I'm tired of not posting this chapter. I cannot and will not say that this is how I wanted to continue but things just happen on their own. The next chapter will not be confined to his office but that is just a dream at present.