Kidnap.

I awoke to shouting. I was still tired. The moon was high in the sky, and I realized I was freezing. Where was I?

Oh.

Last night came back to me in quick fragments.

Oh no. No no..

Ninja were all around me now, kunai and shuriken were raining down all around me.

I brought my arms up to hide my face.

"Stop!" I choked out. My voice was gravelly with sleep. "Stop, stop! Don't…take me-" My violent protests were cut off. Someone had stuffed a way to big ball of cloth in my mouth.

"MFFHPFOFJMFH!" I mumbled into the cloth. I began thrashing my limbs wildly, hoping I could score someone. But now I couldn't see. They had put a bandana over my eyes, and one over my mouth, securing the ball of fabric into place.

Next I felt my arms and legs violently being pushed together. It was like I was paralyzed. I didn't know what was going on. I couldn't see, I couldn't speak. I was so scared. Where was Gaara?

"Let her go!" I was being jostled around. The cloth over my eyes slipped. It was a team of Suna chuunin. They were saving me! A kunai slipped passed me and cut open the cloth around my mouth. I quickly tried to spit out the ball of cloth. A new stream of Konoha ninja were coming in. They were at a higher level than the Suna ninja. Why did the Kazekage send chuunin? Why not jonin? With painstaking rage I remembered what he had said: Set up some loose guards. If we lose her, that's that. I almost want to get rid of her; give her to Konoha.

The Konoha ninja were knocking down the Suna shinobi like bowling pins. They lifted me into the air, not even bothering to refasten any of my bindings. I could shout now, and shout I did!

"GAARA!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"GAARA, GAARA!! HELP!" My lungs felt like they were going to burst, but I kept screaming.

He appeared at the end of the alleyway.

"Gaara! Help me!" I cried. He was here now!

Sand had begun to gather and swirl. The Konoha ninja were moving fast now, but I knew Gaara's sand would be faster.

I waited, relatively calm now.

But I was waiting…too long.

Where was he? Where was his sand?

I looked back, and in horror, I saw Gaara's sand begin to retreat. He was looking at me with the strangest expression.

It was like he wanted to come and get me, but he also didn't want to.

Regret flickered across his eyes. I could read his eyes the best. Those beautiful blue orbs showed the deepest remorse as he turned away.

I was staggered. It was almost as if he had punched me in the gut. In fact, that probably would've been better than him turning away.

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