To start off, I need to thank my awesome beta! I don't know what I would have done without someone with a proper grammar dictionary in their head.
Thank you katz7777777!

He looked questioningly at me, and gestured towards the previously obstructive wall before him. I giggled, and mimicked walking through it with my fingers, waiting for him to get the hint. When he understood, he walked through the wall like it wasn't even there. He was turning out to be even more of a ghost than I was!
"And you said I would regret it!" He smiled again, and half-walked, half-jogged towards me. I wanted nothing more than to run over and embrace him, but I suddenly remembered why I couldn't leave the school ground.
"Itachi! Watch out for th-"
"Ouch!" Too late...
"Of all places to die! Why the hell couldn't you have died on this side of the border for crying out loud!"

*Sakua POV*

I had no words to describe the situation I found myself in.
I thought I had finally found someone I could talk to, someone who could understand me, but it seems even the afterlife is a bitch. She's probably spending too much time with Karma.

"You could have warned me." The newly passed Itachi groaned as he leaned against the hospital wall.

I huffed in annoyance and crossed my arms over my chest, "I tried to warn you, you know." I knew I was being an argumentative ass, but I wasn't about to let Itachi blame me for this. I shifted my weight to my left leg, my face stoic.

"Yeah, you did. But I didn't want to listen" He smirked and mocked my pose from the other side of the border, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I let my eyes scan him for a few moments before I brought my gaze back to his. I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure out just what he was up to.

"Are you playing with me?" I asked, my stare disapproving.

"And if I am?" He asked, his smirk slowly shifting closer to a smile.

I stared at him for a few moments before his face relaxed, a grin breaking through his arrogant demeanor.

"Itachi!" I yelled, trying to sound angry, but his contagious laughter got the better of me, and I doubled over on the soft grass below me.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" He yelled, still trying to catch his breath, "No one to care, no one to judge, no one to give a damn! I can do anything!" Itachi had stood up from his previous position on the wall and had move carefully closer to the border, his grin closing on 'shit-eating'.

*3rd Person POV*

"Uchiha Itachi right?" A slow, quiet voice interrupted the excited Itachi. The red head from the hospital room before was sitting quietly on an open windowsill on the second floor. His gaze wasn't even on Itachi, it was focused on the document resting in his hands.

"How do you know my name" Itachi called up to the mysterious ghost, confusion laced into his voice.

The window seated teen waved the sheet of paper, his face expressionless, "Your death certificate."

Itachi mouthed a 'oh', and threw a glance over at the smiling Sakura.

"I thought you had passed trough the gate Gaara! I haven't seen you in ages." Sakura shouted up at the redhead, laughter still in her voice.

"Well, I have been a bit busy. There aren't as many sane ghosts as before, and we still need some around to advise the newbies like Itachi here. That, and they've opened a new section in the 'Mentally Unstable Clinic'. I quite enjoy spending my time giving those patients a little scare from time to time." Gaara chuckled a little to himself.

Sakura had known Garra since she herself had 'awakened'. He was actually the ghost that had introduced her to the border, but only after she smashed face first into it. It was a bitter meeting.
But as she got to know more about Garra she realized that he enjoyed death to it's fullest, though that was mostly because he enjoyed lazy, quiet and harmonic environments. Garra also enjoyed reading, he taught Sakura most of what she knows about medicine and treatment, and you could often find him laying somewhere, his attention glued to the words on the page before him.
When Garra wasn't reading alone, he would come sit in front of the border, a book in hand, another on the grass facing Sakura, turning the pages at her request.
Apart from that, Sakura knew very little about Gaara. She knew that he had passed away at the young age of seventeen, approximately five years before her. She also knew that he had two siblings, both of which were still amongst the living. They were currently living in downtown Sunagakure.
Sakura also knew that Gaara was hated his parents. Unexplainable events would constantly occur around the young boy. Gaara once told her that he had woken his mother in the middle of the night with his laughter, and she had screamed when she discovered her house covered in a thick layer of sand.
As Gaara got older he tried to experiment with his powers, testing how high he could levitate, or how accurately he could morph the sand that never seemed to leave his side. On the night of his seventeenth birthday his father crept into his room, knife in hand.
His father had tried to stab Gaara, to end his ever increasing fear of his son. Gaara reacted upon instinct, the sand protecting his body from the fatal blow. However, the following events were completely out of his control. The sand wrapped itself around his father, crushing the very life from the older mans body.
When they found the body later Gaara was immediately accused, but in his state they couldn't hold a proper trial. He was instead sent to the mental clinic at Konoha Hospital, where his anger only seemed to escalate. By the end of his first day he had managed to suffocate three nurses, all of which were in charge of restraining him.
Gaara couldn't understand what was happening, why the sand reacted that way, why he couldn't control it anymore. The guilt gnawed at him for days as he sat in the small white room, his thought racing from one unexplainable event to the next.
By the sixth nurse, Gaara decided that it was enough. He couldn't take the guilt anymore, the pain he was causing others. He took his own life in that very hospital. Ever since, he's been dealing with it his own way.
But that was all in the past. Recently, Gaara had far to much on his plate because of all the ghosts that were slowly losing control of their minds or passing over to the other side. The few sane ghosts had to deal with the ever increasing number of patients entering over to their side. The not-so-sane ghosts would spend their time playing in the mortuary, or at the crematorium.

Sakura was pulled from her thoughts when she saw Gaara walking towards Itachi with a neatly folded pile of clothes in his arms.

"Gaara, How do you get different clothes?" Sakura asked, completely dumbfounded.

Gaara blinked at her, "Have you been waring nothing but your school uniform for the past year?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, yeah..." She muttered, letting her answer hang in the air for a few moments.

"You burn human clothes, of course..." Gaara answered, a ghost of a smile flashing across his emotionless face, his finger was trailing the air with a thin tow of sand. Gaara chuckled a little, but his laugh was abruptly cut off. The play full sand froze with Gaaras movements.

As an ear-piercing scream ripped through the air.

Its jut something about me and cliffhangers :D