Moonlitcat: Hello again! This is the SECOND CHAPTER! I can't wait!

Gaara: …

Naruto: YAY! I'm I going to fight again. Maybe now I'm an awesome fighter. Or the leader of the village. SSSSSssssssssoooooooooooo what about ME!

Moonlitcat: sorry this is Gaara's chapter.

Gaara….. *smug smirk at Naruto*

Naruto: *sobbing in corner*

Moonlitcat: …Anyways… on with the story!

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Gaara: Flash over years

I thought I was safe with my father out of the picture. Instead it got so much worse.

My father is the leader of the combined cities of Konaha and Suna. Years ago a plague ravaged the land. Few areas were left with fresh healthy water or food source. There were originally 9 cities. Seven in a circle and two in the middle of the seven. The villages were Village of the leaf (Konaha) Village of the Mist, Village of the Cloud, Village of the Sand (Suna), Village of the Rock, Village of the Sound, Village of the Rain, Village of the Waterfall, and Village of the Grass. Each village is protected by a great wall. The two villages in the middle of the circle were Suna and Konaha. Konaha's resources and money were failing so they surrendered to the bigger and richer Suna to save its inhabitants; Suna had access to more water than Konaha. It was my great something or another grandfather who made the deal. A wall circles the two combined cities. The people separated into three categories. Lower, upper, and middle class. The lower were the middle and lower of Konaha and still resided in the old city. The middle class were the upper class from Konaha and the lower of Suna; they made homes in between the original cities. The upper class was the middle and upper class of what was Suna and still lived there. The mixed people of Konaha and Suna made an academy were all inhabitants go to outside of what once was Suna. My father decided to put out the word that I was a killer. Someone to be feared. Some people leaved me alone while others tried to get rid of the monster…me. My own father sent assassins after me. In response Shikaku was let out more and more. When he was not out I never slept. I had thick dark circles under my eyes. By the time I was ten I'd killed 20 people, permanently handicapped 80, and severely traumatized a hundred kids. I soon started to attack anyone who came near. I cared little for who I was hurting or why. I just knew that all who came close would hurt me. Soon I even stopped feeling. I grew up and people feared me. As time passed I was left to my own devices. I even got a tattoo for my 16th birthday. It was the kanji for love, in blood red ink on my forehead.

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I was wearing red and black skinny jeans, with black Convers (AN: spelling.) for shoes, and a black leather studded belt. My shirt was a blood red dress shirt. I had two piercing in my left lobe and an ear cuff in my fight. My teal colored eyes were surrounded by black rings; a product of sleepless nights and eyeliner. My wild scarlet hair moved with non-existent wind. I had a brown over-the-shoulder bag for my school stuff. I looked up at the Academy. It is four dismal buildings completely grey and boring. They are next to each other creating a square. The first three buildings are for ages 7-14. Each floor holds a grade. So that is seven floors not counting the ground floor. These buildings are separated by class. The fourth building is for ages 15-21. All classes are mixed because this building are were the series ones learn. The ones who wish to get good jobs. There is hardly any lower class there. As I walk onto the school property people automatically step out of my way. Fearful glances are thrown at me. Few people even had the guts to glare hatefully at me as well. Halfway up the walk way a man stepped in front of me. He had long pale blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. The fringe covered one eye over a head band showing the gang he was a part of; black with read clouds, the Atkatsuki. He wore black nail polish and on his palms were mouth tattoos. Is clothes were pressed black slacks and a red shirt with black vest. His eyes were cold as ice. The man looked pretty….and dangerous. "Want to fight, UN" the man grunted out with a bored monotone. "…." I ignored him as I continued on my way. He was not worth my time. "HEY! Don't walk away from me, UN" He yelled slash grunted. With that he attacked me. He punched and kicked at me, trying to land a hit. I didn't let him. I, unlike Shikaku, didn't like causing serious harm to weaklings. It wasn't until he threw some sort of clay at me, which exploded, that I got serious. I started to attack him. Hitting and scratching. There was no order to my style. I just tried to make him bleed. The blood lust that I shared with Shikaku bled into me. Make him bleed Gaara. Feast on his blood and flesh. The voice whispered in my mind. I grabbed him and sunk my teeth into his neck. He in turn screamed and threw me off of him. I felt so alive. In ways I only could when the LUST had overtaken me.

Suddenly there was a loud bang…pain….and then…..darkness.

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When I woke up I was standing in front of the school…alone. There was blood on and all round me. Foreign memories once more flashed through my mind.

Shikaku looked around after he stood up. They'd fallen to there knees when that…BITCH…put the explosive on Gaara's head. He looked over at the frightened weakling and… grinned. Running over to him, Shikaku started to beat the crap out of him. Pulling out a blade, Shikaku carved into the Man's flesh. Blood fell in rivulets and dropped into a puddle on the ground. A sinister grin crossed Gaara's face as Shikaku finished with his work. Picking the fallen man up by his hair Shikaku whispered into his ear. "Don't ever come near us again." He dropped the broken man, grabbed his leg and broke it. He then proceeded to do the same to the other three limbs. Finished he cackled gleefully as someone came out to remove the unconscious body. He did a small little wave as everyone walked, some ran, away.

Gaara was thankful for Shikaku taking control. If he wasn't there he would have died.

Thank you my friend. My voice was monotone, even in my own mind.

Think nothing of it. I am your one and only friend. I am all you'll ever need. I will never leave you. In return you will never push me away…right? Shikaku's voice was growling by the end. It frightened and made me feel safe at the same time. The feeling sent shivers down my spine.

Of course, do you even have to ask? I picked my bag which, I'd dropped in the fight, up. Slowly I made way over to the Gym. I needed a shower. I got messy while playing. At least the blood blended well with my clothes. As I walked to the gym I was unaware of the eyes that watched my back. I didn't know that my life was going to make a change, weather I wanted it to or not.

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Moonlitcat: SO what did you think?

Naruto: I think you made him sound like some demented kid.

Gaara: …*Stares*…

Moonlitcat: Awwww lave me alone! Meanies *grumbles and leaves*

Shadowcat: *stares unblinking at Naruto and Gaara*

Naruto: who are you?

Shadowcat:* still stares*

Naruto: um…. Ok….*Runs behind Gaara* Gaara save me!

Gaara:*stare*

Shadowcat:*Stares*

Gaara: hello

Shadowcat: Hi. *turns to readers* Review *still not blinking*