Okay okay I've put this off long enough I guess. First of all, thank you to all that reviewed.Second, thank you Corvin for updating Miserable as XD Right after it

I pulled this up and started typing.

I honestly was thinking about just leaving the fic alone because I wanted to get it out of my head..But no. You people had to go and review XD;; So that got my

mind thinking about what will happen next in it..Sorry this chapter is going to bore you all. I'm just going to try and get some of Gaaras past stuff out of the way.

And guess what?...NO FATHER ABUSE! GASP! I AM COMMITTING A FELONY!

Dont hate me because the chapter sucks. But enough Drabble.

So, here it is, Second chapter...Wheee.

I disclaim all Naruto characters. Until I take over the world that is.

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"You can see me!"

Gaara blinked at the strange boy with confusion evident in his eyes and was about to say something before suddenly he heard another voice.

"Hey Kid! Where'd you go?"

It was the Janitor. He turned and glanced at the door way and then was about to turn around and tell this strange guy to leave but when he turned back he found

that the one who had talked to him was gone, leaving only the one lying on the bed. He furrowed his brow, wondering if perhaps he was just seeing things because of the window cleaner fumes before the slight noise of someone putting a hand on the doorframe brought him out of his thoughts,blinking as he looked up at the older man while putting on his normal emotionless mask.

"Ah, there you are...Heh. I'm going to lock up soon, so you had better go on home.."

Gaara merely nodded then walked away from the bed that held the boy before he paused and looked up at Kitanai.

"...Has...Has there ever been a reporting of..Ghosts around here..?"

Kitanai blinked at the question, looking at the kid oddly before he grinned faintly.

"Hmn...Well...Yeah. It's a hospital, kid. Alot of people die here. I've seen a few myself actually...What did they look like? Was it a little girl in pigtails? Or an old man? Or...OH! A young punk kid with a mowhawk!" He grinned excitedly, waiting for the others answer.

Gaara merely stared up at the man then shook his head, murmuring a 'never mind' and walked out after glancing back at the mysterious boy who was lying there, still as he had found him.Kitanai took him down to the first floor so he wouldnt get lost and then walked him to the door, telling him to get home safely andthen locked the door as soon as he left. The red head merely stared up at the building before he stuffed his hands into his pockets and began the trek home.

Luckily, he didnt live too far from here so he wouldnt have to get on one of those death traps they called buses around here. His nose wrinkled as he recalled the first time he had tried riding. The entire ride consisted of overcrowding, bad breath, and strangely urine and vomit. And he could have sworn he had gotten groped at least twice. No, it had not been an enjoyable ride at all.

He glared off into the night as he remembered that Temari would still be at work, even though it was somewhat late...He kinda felt for her, since she was the one out of highschool she was the one who was working to support them...Well, at least to keep him and Kankurou. His father had been murded last year in an assasination because he was an important CEO in Suna. He wasnt really close to his father, but thanks to all that political power, and the small fortune he had left them, Temari had been able to take over as the head of her fathers company and had merged it with others as he had planned, thus gaining more power and having to work less so she could spend more time at home.

Using that, she moved to Konoha and became the link between a company here and the companies in Suna. Which was why she got custody of him and his brother...Unfortunately he wasnt too close to either of them either. He preferred sitting in his room and drawing, or contemplating things. He wasnt exactly what you would call 'social', even at home, which was why his siblings would try all the harder to be more...Familylike. Before in Suna they didnt really acknowledge eachother, and whether that was his fathers doing or not he wasnt sure. He just knew that he grew up hardly aware that he even had an elder brother or sister.

His father wasnt unusually cruel or abusive, he just made the other study alot harder alone because he thought he would need to try harder to keep up with his siblings. He didnt complain, after all he didnt have any friends anyways. So that was mostly what he would do, or he would be in the library reading or drawing.

Temari was trying hard now to try and tie their family together...But she was hardly ever home now. And Kankurou...Well, he was usually out with his friends partying. He was having that rebellious stage now that he wasnt allowed to have back when their father was alive, so the only time he would come home would be to either sleep, shower, or change clothes. Or get some more of that weird ass Kabuki make up he would wear. Gaara personally thought it was distasteful and uneeded, but then again he wore massive amounts of eyeliner to hide insomnia rings.Maybe Kankurou wore it so he could keep girls away..

Of course, Temari didnt know that as whenever she could be home he would be there too to keep her company and try and get Gaara to come out of his 'cave' and hang out with them...Not that he didnt try every so often on his own accord...He got so lost in his thoughts that he didnt notice that there was someone, or something following him. Until he felt a chill on the back of his neck. So he turned and..His eyes widened and he jumped a bit. There, loe and behold, was the boy from the hospital.

"...Hi!" The apparition grinned at him as it stuck a hand up in greeting.

Gaaras eyes glanced down and saw that the other was floating off the ground. He resisted against he urge to pinch himself and then looked up at the other, giving an even stare while he trying to hide his nervousness. The other didnt seem to notice.

"It's been so long since I've talked to anybody! I'd tell you my name but I dont remember it. What's yours?"

Gaara felt an eye twitch.

"...Okay..Ghost boy..Thing...I'm going to close my eyes...And when I open them, you will be gone. You will not talk to me, because figments of my imagination CANNOT talk. Got it?"

And so he closed his eyes. He waited for a moment before he finally heard a depressed sigh.

"Pft..Fine. You didnt have to be so rude about it...You could have at least told me your name! But since you havent..To me,you shall be Panda boy now. Seeya later, Panda boy!"

Gaara felt slight anger at that and immediately opened his eyes, mouth open to retort back angrily, but then blinked as there was no one there. He stared at the spot where the other had been before rubbing his eyes and shaking his head as he started to walk again. He was almost home...It was obvious he needed to take the pills tonight. He needed sleep, no matter how he got it...Seeing something that real declared that...Still...He arched an eyebrow, wondering where the hell his figment of imagination could have come up with 'panda boy' as he hadnt ever been called that, and he didnt think he was pandaish...Ah well...There was his house...Now to find those lovely pills...

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Said 'figment of Gaaras imagination' was currently back in the hospital room that held his still body. He was staring at it currently. It was odd, he could remember some things about how he acted when he was 'awake', but he couldnt remember his own name...Oh well. A nurse who was here earlier said that he was going to have family come visit tomorrow...He hadnt had any visitors since he was first brought in, but this forms conciousness wasnt exactly up and working at that time so he could remember nothing.

He sighed softly and walked over to the window, looking out. He may be able to float but in small distances he preferred the way he was used to when he was still in his body. That red haired boy had startled him when he noticed that he had opened the door. He was starting to get a grip on being like this, so he could actually move stuff sometimes..Still, he vaguely wondered why the other was able to see him. NO ONE could see him. It was very frustrating, really. And lonely.

Oh well. Maybe that boy would come back again and he could try talking to him. Giving an annoyed grumble, he looked back at his body and then walked over, sitting on the bed next to his bodies feet.

Time for another boring night of doing nothing.

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