Naru POV

I groaned as the sun flickered through the window, waking me up and letting me know I probably should get up. However, I did not want to, so I would probably just lay here for a while. Which brought my logical side into being: Why was whatever I was laying on so warm and comfortable? I knew from experience that hospital beds were hard and lumpy. So why was it so warm and why was it moving!

Gently opening my eyes, my first thought was: 'nice abs' and my second was: 'Why the hell am I asleep on a guys chest?'

I looked up a bit further and my blue eyes met caring aqua green eyes rimmed by sleeplessness. Gaara. Last night's events caught up to me and tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. I saw Gaara's eyes widen and he sat up gently, pulling me with him. "What's wrong Naru, does it hurt?"

I could not look away from his eyes and I was afraid he would see the pain and hurt that bubbled in them. Gently, he reached out a hand and cupped my face with one hand, then drew me close. At this, the floodwaters broke and my tears started to flow, once again soaking his shirt and leaving red patches that looked like I was crying blood. When I looked at a tear that hung on my eyelashes, I gasped. Pulling away, Gaara looked down at me and was shocked as the scarlet tears rolled silently down my face.

"Gaara, have my eyes changed color?" I said shakily and I realized these were the first words I had spoken so far.

He looked into my eyes and then stood from the bed, placing my feet on the ground. Leading me gently to the bathroom, I looked into my eyes and gaped. My irises had turned silver and the color seemed to shift constantly, like quicksilver. My pupil had turned into a scarlet version of ying and yang, the symbol for balance. I had a bloodline it seemed. Now I just had to get over being attacked by the people I had grown up with, figure out what to do with my life, sort out my hormonal feelings and figure out my bloodline that no one had ever seen before. Fun. Not to mention the planning of the demise of a certain council that had caused me unending troubles in my life.

Staggering back to the bed, I sat on the edge and sighed in frustration. Gaara lent on the doorframe, his eyes on her and his mouth set in its usual flatline. "So, whose eyeliner did you borrow today, Gaara-kun?"

His mouth fell open in shock and he seemed lost for words. It would have been funny, if my sense of humour had been alive and kicking. My body felt like an empty shell, as if my emotions had gone to where ever Sai kept his. Maybe Sai could find his once I lost mine, in one of those bizarre twists of that Fate always seems to have on hand. Maybe, just maybe, someone could get something out of what happened to me.

Maybe.

All that seemed to remain in the shell that was I was a deep, aching sadness. There seemed to be no room for anything else.

I smiled sadly at my own thoughts and realized that Gaara was still speechless from my teasing. I suppose Gaara had never been teased in his life. Not even by his siblings. Even a gentle tease in his younger years would have sent him over the edge, so his village had taken the opposite course of action from mine. They had avoided him like the plague, never leaving children near him as if he was something to be feared and hated. Never had they spoken with anything but a forced respect under which bubbled hatred so deep and strong it had threatened to burst from them in a flash.

He had had the opposite of my treatment, no beatings and no insults. He had never been beaten nor had people call him demon to his face. Nevertheless, he still had the same loneliness and anger that showed in my eyes every time someone had whispered 'demon child' or attacked me with fear and anger in their hearts. Nevertheless, I had always forgiven them, thinking that once I saved the village and became powerful, they would stop. But time and time again I had saved them, with no change from their behaviour.

In my last days in Konoha, I had realized they did not want me so they would not get me. When they issued the order for my banishment, I co-operated with them. I knew banishment was the only way I would ever escape the clutches of Konoha.

So what if Uzumaki Naru had been banished from Konoha? That did not mean someone else could not, did it?

A plan formed in my mind, just like the pranks that I used in my younger years to gain attention, but on a much larger scale and hopefully a lot more dangerous. The plans were but mere blueprints; however, they would serve me just perfectly for my plan. A smile formed on my face, a true smile unlike my wide grins of youth. In a night, it seemed that I had cast off the restrictions of my childhood and accepted the person I was inside. Funny, considering how different my emotions that I had showed were from the real deal that had slumbered in my heart. They would slumber no more.

Meanwhile, Gaara had recovered from his emotion breakthrough and most likely a life changing epiphany and was staring at the smile that curved my lips.

"Ano, Naru... You teased Gaara."

I looked to the side and saw Temari staring at my uninjured and completely healthy self then at Gaara's calm, almost amused self. I could tell she thought she was dreaming. Seeing the shade of Temari's eyeliner, my eyes glittered with a slightly psychotic gleam.

"Oh, it was Temari's eyeliner huh? Figures." Gaara's eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped open in shock. Temari's face blanched as she saw his reactions, while my inner chibi just cackled evilly at their expressions.

Priceless.

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