If anyone noticed, which I kinda doubt, this story was going to be deleted because it was getting no reviews whatsoever. But then I thought, 'you know what, screw it! I still want to continue, so it shall live!' So here is the next chapter, whether you like it or not. Oh, by the way, this story was what the poll on my profile was about. -_-'

If writing looks like this, it is a dream.

Disclaimer: No ownership on the show, but the story plot is all mine.

I looked through my locker, grabbing the necessary material for the weekend homework. School was, as Shikamaru would say, troublesome. Only this year left, and I would finally graduate from college, I would be free. Finally finding all the needed material, I slammed my locker shut and began walking to the nearest exit so I could go home."Gaara, wait!' I turned impatiently towards the caller. "Yes?"

I watched as Naruto tried to catch his breathe, "jeez, do you know how fast you walk?" I choose not to grace him with an answer. "Hey Gaara, you wanna go with me and the others to the mall today?" I make a face, "not really." The blonde pouted, "come on! It's Friday and you just want to go home? You never want to go out!" "Naruto, I've told you before, I'm not into guys."

I almost smile, almost, when I see Naruto's spluttering face, "sh-shut up! You know that's not what I meant! And besides, I have a girlfriend!" I walk away from the steaming blonde, "yea yea. And I'm sure Hinata is proud to have such a hyperactive boyfriend." I could hear the blonde fuming behind me, "damn it Sabaku! Come back here, I'm not done talking to you!" Ch, stupid hyper blonde, Hinata was going to have a field day dealing with him.

"Are you always so rude to your friends?" I growl at the presence of the person I least wanted to see. "Neji, what do you want." The brunette tsked, "now, now. Is that any way to talk to your sensei? You should always show respect to your elders, you know." I ignored him and continued towards the exit. Neji was the physiology professor, but I had known for as long as I could remember. Actually I couldn't remember my life before coming to college five years ago, it was all a blur due to some accident.

"Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" I stopped abruptly and glared at the brunette teacher, "what the hell do you want me to say?" He returned my glare, "I don't want you to say anything, I want you to listen." I waited for him to continue, but he stayed silent, "well? I'm listening." He studied me, his milky eyes traveling across my face before they landed once again on my eyes, "Gaara, I think it's time you came home."

There is a lady, she is screaming. Blood, there is blood everywhere. What the fuck is that? A monster? There was a monster. A monster in front of me. What was it doing?Just sitting there, staring at me. Why me? What did it want?

I can tell I'm in a small room, and there is furniture, but it's too dark to tell what kind. It's gloomy, a very gloomy room. It smells of death and rotting flesh. There is a small musical sound playing through the air. Where is it coming from? It sounds like demented version of silent night, maybe there is a radio playing somewhere?

There's that scream again from the lady. A brown haired lady was sitting in a corner clutching her stomach, rocking back and forth. And from the long gash in her stomach, I could tell she wouldn't be moving for long. She looked familiar, but where have I seen her before? I couldn't speak, all words were shut up inside me. I couldn't move, all actions frozen in fear.

This monster, it was still watching me, getting ready to lunge at my throat. But why hasn't it moved yet, why did it not kill me? I wanted to yell 'don't just stand there, finish me!' Anxiety filled me as the poor lady finally goes quiet, and slumps down silently. She was dead, and I should have felt more fear, but I was strangely calm. It was probably due to the music playing.

The monster was glaring at me, its teeth gnashing in anticipation. I couldn't identify it, it was too dark, but it easily stood above me by at least four feet. Something wasn't right, not right at all. What was going on? I could see that the body of the lady wasn't alone, three more were littered behind the monster. Who were they? I couldn't think straight, but they looked exactly like-

The obnoxious sound of my alarm shocks me awake out of my nightmare, and angrily I rub my head. It wouldn't be the first time I've had that dream, but it was the first time I saw those other bodies besides the lady. Of course that happened every time I had this dream, something new was added each time. This latest addition pissed me off, every time I thought I was going to figure out what the dream meant, something was added. And always, at the damnest time, I woke up.

My suspicion was all the breaking news about Shuaa. That murderer was killing innocent people left and right, and in a very detailed manner. It was no wonder I was having nightmares. But that wasn't something I should have thought about in great length. What was important was how did I get home? The last thing I remembered was my sensei telling me it was 'time to go home.' Wasn't that exactly what I was trying to do before he rudely stopped me? That brunette seriously needed to get his head checked, for a teacher he was insane.

A buzzing sound rang through my ears and I realized it was my cell. I looked at the caller id and grumbled when I saw Naruto's name. Only that blonde would call at such an early hour. "What is it Naruto?" I growled. "Jeez Gaara, I always knew you were bad ass, but you got to be out of your mind to pull off a stunt like that!' Naruto laughed. "Stunt? What stunt?" I could hear him shifting on the other line, probably to get more comfortable, "you know what stunt. I'm talking about when you pushed Neji sensei against the locker and ran out of the school. You are gonna be in serious trouble on Monday for assault."

I could tell he was enjoying this, but what was he talking about? I didn't assault anyone, especially that annoying pain in the ass brunette. "Naruto, I don't even remember doing that." I could feel the other's frown, "what do you mean you don't remember? Gaara, are you having blackouts again?" Blackouts again? Did I have them before? "

Just forget about it Naruto, I'll deal with it later. I'm going back to bed." I had to pull the phone away from my ear as the other whined his protest, "but Gaara! You have to hang out this time with us! You wouldn't leave your best friends hanging, would you?"

I rubbed my temples in annoyance, "Naruto, you and I both know you are my only friend. Besides, your other friends would appreciate it better if I didn't come along. Remember what happened last time I tagged along?" The last time I had gone out with Naruto's friends started with a small back and forth between me and his mutt friend, Kiba, and ended with me and the mutt half killing each other. In other words, it didn't go so well.

A nervous laugh and more shifting came from the other line, "oh yea. You really don't like Kiba, do you?" I pouted, "it wasn't my fault, your friend started it." My pout grew at the blonde's childish laughter.

I was starting to wonder if I might have had bad luck with brunettes, first Neji and now Kiba. That excluded Shikamaru though, he was probably the only other person I didn't mind, he kept to himself like I did. "So are you going to hang out with us or what?" "No." Naruto was always trying to get me out of the house, but really, what was the point. It wasn't like I was funner outside then inside. If anything, it was best to just leave me alone.

"Gaara! Why are you so boring? All you want to do sit on your damn ass all day! What are you going to do when you get a girlfriend! Or maybe you want a man, I don't judge. But you'll never have a life if you don't pull that antisocial stick out of your a-" I hung up on the blonde's irritating rant.

Really, couldn't he just leave me alone for five minutes? I still found it hard that I was friends with such social person. He was the absolute opposite of me, but what was he saying? Wait a minute, "...I am not gay..."

For five years, I had been closely watched by the students of the Kaiju Himitsu college, and watched even more closely by Neji sensei. The reason never really occurred to me, but I was sure it was my hair. It was said if you had red hair, you were the child of demons. Not that I believed it, it was just a stupid Chinese folklore. Definitely not true.

But walking down these corridors was starting to say differently after all these years. These people had a major staring problem, why couldn't they just mind their own business? My hair didn't stand out that much. I'm sure Naruto's shocking gold locks grabbed much more attention then mine ever could in a landslide. But he was popular, I'm sure people did stare at him as well, but for different reasons. I was just walking to my locker and these people looked at me as if I were dragging a dead body.

"Mr. Sabaku, how long do you intend to stand there?" I mentally sigh before turning away from my open locker and towards the brunette, "for as long as I please. Is that going to be a problem?" There is a smug look on the teacher's face, and it only succeeds in pissing me off more. "Actually, yes I do have a problem with that. Loitering in the halls is a big violation to the school rules. And you're already five minutes late to your first lecture."

"Whatever." I returned my attention back to my locker and grabbed my notes. I could feel his stare on the back of my neck, and it was sending chills up my spine. I shut my locker and hurried away, at least whatever had happened on Friday wasn't being mentioned.

Since no one likes this story, I won't make it drag on long like my other stories. I will try, though,to finish it this week before I do any updates of the other stories. So deal with it! -_-