AN: Thank you for making it this far with me all my wonderous fans! For Trickster readers, just know that after this chapter I will finish the next chapter of that story. But for this, a pre warning, several perverse thoughts will be going through our OC's mind... also, can anyone tell me what a 'Mary Sue' is? Allright, that would be helpfull, because people seem to dislike that, and I don't want that.

Anyways, since I forgot it last chapter, Kankuro-koi, will you do the honors?

Kankuro: Sure... only if you stop calling me that.

Kairi: AWWW!! Kankuro's got a fangirl!

Kankuro: Shut up! You're just jealous!

Kairi: No... I've got Gaara-koi.

Gaara: Did you just call me 'koi'?

Um... I think they're busy, so, I will!

Jiraiya: Drunken Chipmunks does not own anything mentioned within this story, or the makers of cheerios. and Kairi is all mine.

Kairi/Gaara/Kankuro: NO I'M/SHE'S NOT!!

Umm... okay. Freaky.

ENJOY AND R&R!!

Chapter Two: Let the Games Begin

I blinked stupidly up at Kankuro, grinning like a maniac as thought after thought coursed through my mind, few from being completely innocent. Kankuro looked down at me, as I stood infront of him, my eyes wide, and Temari was about ready to explode a few feet away, and Gaara was allready off doing Kazekage buisiness.

"Wha'...?" I finally managed to ask again. Kankuro cocked his head to the side.

"I said you can stay in my room for the night until we get one of the extras cleaned up enough to even see through the mess."

I nodded. "Uh huh."

"Um... you're kind of scaring me, Kairi-san."

I nodded. "Uh huh." Then, some random thought hit me in the back of the head and I shook it to clear the cobwebs, before smacking him and storming off, ignoring the shouts behind me. Three hours later I had managed to find the kitchen, and promptly grabbed a cup of milk, and started pouring chocolate syrup in, barely listening as Gaara walked in.

"Mimichi-san? Are you allright?"

"Huh? Oh, Ohayou gozaimasu Kazekage-samma. Hai, I'm just thirsty."

"It's more of late night and the last time I saw anyone have that much chocolate, Temari tried to kill herself."

"Well, I wouldn't put it past me, but I'm just making chocolate milk." I had put an entire bottle of the chocolate sundae syrup in a jug of milk. I promptly shook it up. And took a drink, straight from the jug. Gaara twitched.

"Um... Which way is the roof? I wanna stargaze."

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Nope. Last time I checked, my days are seventy-two hours and night about three." He quirked a brow. "I get nightmares." He nodded slowly, and turned around. I followed him till I was on the roof.

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"Why do you sit on roofs at night, Gaara-samma...?" I asked slowly, sitting with my feet hanging over the edge, swinging in the wind, my chocolate milk nestled between my legs.

"Because stars never sleep; we have something in common."

" You are oddly deep, for your character."

"There's something odd about you... Not that anyone would beleive anything you say..."

"Why?"

"You look like a hooker in those clothes." I glanced down at my tights and small pink turtleduck shorts, MCR T-shirt, and sweater wrapped around my waist. I shrugged.

"I borrowed them from Temari for the night."

"That explains a little to much."

"Agreed. Any other reasons why you seem to be so comfortable around me?"

"To be honost... you look like you need someone like that."

"Ah, and I admire your deep and talkitive sensibility Guru Gaara." He glared, and we didn't talk for the rest of the night. The world is at peace again.

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Fear.

It was my only thought as I lay on my back. The only thing I could feel, even comprehend was that.

I was scared.

No, I was terrified.

I was laying on my back in a large lake grey lake. The water leaked around my body, soaking my skin and the thin white yukata I wore. The water was surrounded by a dark forest, and the sky was a deep, endless black.

I realized I was dreaming.

I sat up slowly, trying to move my muscles, only to have pain seare through them, biting, clawing and shreding ever fiber of me that moved. I bit back a scream, and curled around myself, trying not to cry.

I felt something watching me, but I didn't care.

Suddenly, the pain stopped, the only thing I could feel was the cold hand on my shoulder, and I turned my head to see a small redheaded boy with cat-like eyes. His hair was a ruffled mess, and he wore jeans and a long-sleeve sweater. Both were black. He smiled a fang-sharpened grin, that sent warm, almost familiar shivers down my spine.

I stood slowly, curious.

"Who are you?" I asked. He smiled gently, softly, comforting, as the water turned a bloodred, coming from the place where my heart should have been. He pulled me into a hug, his body towering over mine, cloaking me as the blood turned my yukata crimson, and his clothes stained.

He kissed the top of my head, brushing my hair with his hands as he held me tight.

"I'll be here... don't be afraid..." He soothed as everything faded away to the sun peaking onto me, in several velvet colors.