Asylum: Hey guys, sorry for not updating in a while, I know that annoys the crap outta me…

Muse: Stupid, lazy author…

Asylum: SHUT UP!!! You're supposed to INSPIRE not CRITICIZE!!!

Muse: Meh… You forgot to do the dishwasher again; your mum will be up here soon.

Asylum: … SHIT!!

Asylum's Mother: KATELYN! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND DO THE DISHWASHER!!!

Muse: Told you so.

Asylum: -evil glare- The reason this took me so long is because I thought I lost my original chapter two so I wrote another… only to find the original then I merged the two into this.

Asylum's Mother: KATELYN! NOW!

Asylum: …my mum is scary… o.O

Gaara woke, well, in truth, he hadn't slept, noting that yet another sandstorm raged outside his window. The small boy gripped the cloth covering his bed in his small hands. Saideita was outside in this weather?

Making up his mind, Gaara tossed off the thin sheet and swung on a coat that sat on a hook near his bed. Quietly, he snuck past his father's room, taking extreme care not to wake the Kazekage.

Gaara opened the door quietly, stepping out into the cool night. Shukaku repelled the sand from the boy's body once Gaara had stepped out from the safety of the porch. Head bent against the wind, the redhead ran across the road.

In the darkness, Gaara could hear a soft sound, barely audible over the raging storm. Running as fast as he could towards the sound, he almost ran into Saideita, who sat with her head on her knees, body curled in on itself.

Gaara took his friend's shoulder in his hand, shaking ever so slightly. "Saideita, please wake up. It's me, Gaara!" the young boy pleaded, shaking harder as the sobs from the girl grew louder

Saideita's eye opened wide as Gaara pulled her from her nightmare. "Daddy!" Her scream mingled with the storm, making the sound softer than it should have been. Dark grey eyes met pale green, tears shimmering behind both.

"Gaara…" Saideita whispered, wrapping her arms around Gaara's neck, crying into his shoulder, "I'm scared…"

The redhead hesitated, uncomfortable by the sudden contact. He remembered the day Saideita had followed him, how she'd helped him home. Wrapping an arm under the blue haired girl, he hauled her to her feet, guiding her to his door.

"Stop crying, it'll be okay. Just for a second," Gaara soothed, he helped her past his father's study and bedroom, knocking quietly on Kankuro's door. When the older boy didn't answer, Gaara opened the door, letting himself in.

Kankuro snuffed in his sleep, hearing his brother calling his name through his wonderful dream. "Kankuro, wake up. I need… help." That sounded weird to Kankuro, something was up in the real world.

"Gaara… what's wrong?" the sleepy boy asked, his consciousness slowly returning. Slowly, he noticed a kid, their grey-blue hair covering their face. "Who is this?" Gaara shrugged.

"She's my friend, but she's been sleeping across the street, Temari said that meant she was homeless…" Gaara rambled, stopping only when Saideita hiccupped. Kankuro stood, striding across the small room to the door.

Closing it, he returned to Gaara and his friend. "Keep her quiet, if Dad comes in here…" Kankuro left the meaning hanging in the air, clamping a hand over the girl's mouth.

Dark grey eyes widened, looking at Kankuro in fear. "It's okay… what's her name?" Kankuro reassured the girl.

"Saideita," Gaara held onto his friend's arm tight. Kankuro glanced at his brother's worried face; he'd never seen Gaara like this before.

"Saideita? You don't mean Saideita Kailian, do you?" Kankuro asked, recalling a newspaper article mentioning something about this girl. Again Gaara shrugged, not knowing his friend's last name.

Kankuro knelt down to Saideita's level. "Where do you live?" he asked softly.

Saideita shook her head. "Nowhere, Daddy died. No more heart…" Her small hand leveled to her chest, about where her heart was. "Mummy died, stopped breathing…" Her other hand encircled her throat in a vice-like grip, stopping the flow of air to her lungs, until Kankuro pried her hand away.

The younger girl stared at Kankuro, giving him a look that he'd seen often in Gaara's eyes. "Saideita killed them both." Her shoulders shook, laughing manically deep in her throat. Kankuro removed his hand, like Saideita had become poisonous to touch.

"Oh, dear…"

Saideita whimpered slightly, light hitting her eyes and drawing her out of a lovely dream about her family… before she killed them all. Her dark grey eyes scanned the room she was in, noting a weird looking boy on the floor.

Nudging him with her toe, she decided to leave the room. Quietly, she entered the hall, glancing left and right. Taking the closest door to her, she entered a mixed kitchen and dining room.

A mop of red hair turned at the sound of the door. "Saideita, what're you doing out here?" Gaara asked in a hushed tone. "Did Kankuro fall asleep?" Saideita nodded, allowing Gaara to lead her out the door, into the sunlight.

Sitting on the steps leading up to Gaara's front door, Saideita stared at the dirt between her feet. "How did Saideita get here?" she asked, not looking up at the boy next to her.

"I came out here last night, because of the storm," Gaara explained, "I heard you crying so I took you inside, to Kankuro - that's my brother – and you slept here." He motioned to his house.

"Oh…" Saideita scratched her head. "Do you really not have anywhere to live?" Gaara asked, clutching onto a weathered, tattered teddy bear.

"No, not since Daddy died…" She absently ran a finger along the bear's arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Gaara asked, reconsidering calling her a friend. Friends didn't lie to each other, or keep secrets, but Saideita merely shrugged. Gaara sighed, putting an arm around her shoulders, watching her short little finger trace patterns on his teddy bear's arm.

Kankuro gave the pair a glance, donning his black cat hat and purple face paint before leaving out the back door.

Asylum: I'm blaming writer's block for the utter shortness of this chapter.

Muse: Sure, whatever…

Asylum: YOU SHUT UP!!!

Muse: -sticks out tongue-

Asylum: Oh reeeeally mature… little brat…

Muse: Heard that!

Asylum: Duh! You live in my head! Anyways, I didn't really like this chapter.

Muse: You're not the only one!

Asylum: Return from whence ye came demon! –Makes cross with fingers-

Muse: Don't work on me mate

Asylum: Oh you have lovely English!

-Finishes here as Asylum and her Muse start a huge fist fight… where Muse won…-