She was tired. She hadn't slept. Who could sleep knowing a psychopath was sharing a house with them with some weird malicious hatred towards them? She sighed and rubbed her eyes, sluggishly hoping off the bed. The bed smelt unusual. She hadn't really been a person bothered by smells before but this one was strange, it had her slightly on edge. It wasn't a bad smell, quite frankly, the mix of sandlewood and some other unidentified spice was quite intoxicating. What had her on edge was that there were no smells like it back at her house, it was different. Reminding her that she was far from her normal life.

Her back ached, not from the mattress which was surprisingly well designed but from her interactions late last night.

He was glaring, what did she do to make him glare? Even through his squinted evil eyes he was still as attractive as they made him appear on the show. His scruffy red hair shone in the moonlight that seeped in through the window and his sea-foam eyes were deeply enchanting to her. He stood with perfect posture, perfectly still. She had to look closely to see that his chest was moving with shallow breaths. He was incredible. She almost smiled at her view when suddenly she was thrown back against the counter, her back roughly absorbing the majority of the impact. Her cup of water flew out of her hand, smashing beside her but thankfully none of the glass hit her in the process. She winced and didn't move off the ground of the kitchen. Why did he do that? She hadn't even spoken a word to him. Her realisation from before dawned on her. This was not the peaceful Gaara she had fawned over back home, this was the psychotic mess that always made her fear for the death of one of her other favourite characters.

He slowly began to move towards her, his expression never changing. Her heartbeat picked up and she began to cower in fear of him. Why was no one here watching him? They obviously know about his unstable-ness. He didn't move once he was about a foot away from her. He glared down at her, seeming to inspect her face. He was so silent, she wasn't sure whether he was even breathing. Her ears were ringing, her back throbbing. He muttered something but the ringing had made it almost impossible to decifer.

"Gaara." The Kazekage breathed darkly, entering the kitchen. Through just saying his name it appeared that all the anger aimed towards her was momentarily forgotten and aimed towards his father with more strength. She was now completely out of his mind. She thought he may have even forgotten she was there. Without responding, Gaara turned and left in a whirlwind of sand. She breathed out a breath of relief but her eyes never moved from his spot.

"I apologise for that. A medical shinobi will arrive in the morning to check your back." And that was all he said before leaving too. He sounding so distant and emotionally closed off from the situation. As if he wasn't talking about his son. His flesh and blood. It didn't really surprise her, but it was still frustrating to hear in person.

She was alone in the kitchen again. Her heart was still racing and all she wanted right now was her father. Nicole and the others were a comfort but no one was able to make her feel as safe as her dad. She slowly got up from her place on the floor, rubbing her back and wincing. She wasn't quite sure what to do with the mess of broken glass beside her so she left it be and decided to return to her room before something else were to happen.

Molly yawned and carefully got off her bed. Her cosplay outfit was curiously folded on the bedside table. She leaned down and inhaled the scent of washing detergent. Someone had washed them. She quickly got changed and walked out of her room, bumping into a hard chest in the process. She was scared at first, she had assumed it was Gaara, returning to finish his job and she cowered in fear.

"Uh, sorry. Are you okay? The medical shinobi is here to check your back out so I was coming up to get you." Kankuro's deep voice rushed. She smiled softly, glad her assumption was incorrect. She nodded at him and he smiled back at her before taking her downstairs to the main lounge. He was lacking the facepaint this morning and his hair was still scruffed up from his bed.

Just as he had stated, the medical ninja was waiting for her. It was the same one from the hospital. She remembered his name was something along the lines of Takeshiro. Kankuro took a seat on the couch across from him and he gestured for her to sit on the other one, beside the shinobi. Takeshiro inspected her back and mentioned something about it just being a bruised spine and quickly healed it for her, making her discomfort disappear. He then inspected the process of her throat. She thanked him for all his help and he waved her off.
"It's healing quite quickly, it wouldn't surprise me if it is fully healed in a matter of hours." He smiled and reached into his bag before his hand re-emerged with a red lollipop. He handed it to Molly with a grin and she giggled quietly back. He patted her on the head before taking his leave. She liked him, he was a friendly man. He was acting nothing like he was yesterday, when he was so jumpy at every movement she made. She guessed he might have realized she wasn't actually Gaara's female clone..

Molly looked down at her lollipop, deciding to save it for later. She placed it in her pocket and looked back up, making eye contact with Kankuro.
"How old are you?" He asked without missing a beat.
"I'm 13 years old." He nodded, as if he had known that.
"Your name is Mo.. Mo-Lee, right?"
"Molly, yes." She answered, laughing softly at the pronunciation of her name. He poked his tongue back out at her.
"I'm Kankuro." He said extending his hand to her. She leaned forward and shook it gently. His hands were surprisingly soft.
"You're 15?" Molly calculated and he nodded.
"How did you know? Did Temari tell you?" She shook her head and was about to mention how he was on a tv show that she had seen and she had memorized the age difference of the sand siblings when Temari entered the room.

"I'm going to get something to eat, do you two want to come?" Molly's stomach grumbled as if it had hear the question and she nodded at the blonde.
"I've already eaten so I'll pass, enjoy your breakfast." Kankuro said before getting up and leaving. Temari shrugged and turned to Molly.
"You don't have any other clothes with you, do you? Molly shook her head.
"We'll go get you some more, since you'll probably be staying with us for a while." And just like that they were off.

They first stopped at a cafe a short walk away. As they were seated, Molly noticed the same thing that was happening in the hospital reception yesterday was happening here. She still hadn't been able to remove the harsh black marks from around her eyes. A few people left the cafe mid meal. Molly's eyebrows furrowed and a small frown appeared on her face.
"Don't worry it's not your fault. They've just confused you for Gaara." Molly nodded but the frown remained. Temari handed her a menu and Molly inspected it.

It had been quite a while and no waiter or waitress had approached them about their choices. Temari seemed to be aggravated at the staff who seemed to be avoiding their table on purpose. She got up and walked to the counter. She complained about the lack of service quite loudly to the man there and he whispered his response to her. Temari's eyes became slits after this and she muttered something back. Molly smiled slightly, Nicole was the type of person to do these kind of things too.

Temari returned grinning and sat down.
"Our food will be done soon and don't be surprised if you get a lil' extra." She winked. And just as she predicted, the food arrived with the addition of sweets. Molly wrinkled her nose at them. and Temari raised an eyebrow.
"Not a fan of sweets?" Molly shrugged, the truth was, she liked small plain sweets, nothing too elaborate. Olive was the one to talk to about loving deserts.

After they ate their meals they went to what appeared to be a large clothing shop. Temari pulled Molly to a section near the rear of the shop.
"Do you need clothes for training?" Molly's eyes widened.
"I'm training?"
"I guess my father hasn't had a chance to speak to you yet, he will though so I'll leave that to him. We'll grab you some just in case." They spent what felt like hours grabbing clothing for Molly. Molly had to admit, the clothes here were substantially cooler than what was in the shops back at her home.

Temari was pleasant company. She kept a conversation going, despite receiving very little response. She didn't try to pry answers out of Molly either, if she wanted to respond then she would respond and that was fine. Molly felt quite comfortable around her. It felt like she was with Nicole rather than a fictional character. If she ever got home, she'd recommend Nicole cosplay as Temari one year.

"Now can I ask you a serious question?" Molly nodded in response. "Why do you look so similar to my brother? Are we related? Or did you just do that yourself? Or is it just a coincidence? I hope we're related, I've always wanted a sister. Plus, you seem to be a nice girl." Molly giggled at Temari's rambled questions.
"I'm sorry I'm not your sister. To be honest, I think I'm from a completely different world because where I live, there's this anime called 'Naruto' and you're in it," Temari looked shocked but said nothing."N-not just you, this whole world, Suna, Konoha and all the villages. And Gaara has a pretty big role in the show. The reason Im dressed like this is kind of because.. I love your brothers character. He's my favourite. We were at this convention where lots of people dress up and suddenly I woke up in the desert." Molly was shocked. She had said so much just then. Her throat had obviously healed fully, Takeshiro hadn't been lying.
"Why do you favour my brother?" She frowned. "He's just not the most likeable person out there and you're not exactly.. alike." Molly smiled back at her.
"You only know him as he is now. I can promise you, he'll change and the change will be fore the better. You wont have to fear him then."
"I wish I could believe you." She muttered. "We better be going back. My father still needs to speak to you on the situation."

"From the information you have told me, it is of the utmost importance that you aren't let into the wrong hands. You will stay with my family until we are able to find a way for you to return and that way I can keep an eye on you. I am also considering letting you train, that way we are able observe your chakra system in action." Molly nodded and thanked him. She had spent the last 2 hours explaining what 'Naruto' was and some of the things that happened during it and how it resulted in her appearing here.

She returned to her bedroom and entered the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. The black still hadn't come off and it was frustrating her. She sighed and tried again, but still no avail. She considered that maybe the eye-liner was only sensitive to make-up remover and decided to find Temari.

It was much easier as she expected, as soon as she left her room she spotted Temari at the other side of the hall. She all but ran to her and she gave her a worried look.
"Is everything okay?" Molly told her about her problem and Temari made it her mission to assist. "Okay, I have some in my bathroom. Come on in, I'll get it off for you." So began the 3 hour journey which consisted of Temari yelling at her make-up remover for being inadequate and pouring all its contents on Molly's face with no results. Both girls layed on Temari's bed, frustrated with it. After a few minutes of silence Temari sat up.
"Have you considered that when you swapped worlds- so to speak- the eye liner became real insomnia? Were you wearing anything else fake that should come off so we can test it?" Molly's eyes widened.
"I HAVE BROWN EYES!" She screamed, surprising them both with her volume. How had she forgotten that she was wearing contacts? Nicole warned her of how dangerous that could be when she decided she wanted to wear them. She quickly ran to the bathroom and tried to remove them. Temari followed after much slower.
"So I'm right?" She asked, watching the frantic girl try to remove her eye wear. Molly sighed and nodded. There was no other explanation for it. Her eyes weren't stinging or anything, didn't even feel like there were contacts there. And there was no way the eye-liner was THAT smudge proof.

The girls left the bathroom that now looked like it had been hit by a bomb, and returned to sitting on Temari's bed.
"So what am I like in this show you mentioned?" Temari raised an eyebrow at Molly.
"I don't know if telling you things will change what happens.. I'm already worried about the Kazekage learning things." Temari rolled her eyes.
"Come on, please? You being here at all will change what happens, might as well go along with it." Molly couldn't doubt her logic.
"Well, I guess that makes sense." Molly said quietly. "You're strong, definitely one of the best female characters. You care about your family. That's really obvious. Even though Gaara terrifies you at the moment, you still consider him your brother." Molly smiled at her.
"Does anything cool happen to me?"
"Yes, lots. Like Shikamaru." Molly giggled.
"Shika-who? Stop your laughing."
"You'll find out who he is soon enough." Molly managed to let out between laughs. It was nice to be able to joke like that.

Half an hour later, Molly decided she had better shower. As she walked back she reached into her pocket, surprised when she felt something in there. She had forgotten about Takeshiro's lollipop. She smiled down at it. She wasn't sure she even wanted to eat it. If she were to go back to her world, it would be the thing she'd want to have on her, as a souvenir or proof that this really happened. As she stared down at the little red ball, her feat slowed to a shuffle. She was about to place it back in her pocket when she saw another red object appear in her line of sight.

Down the hall, standing in front of her room, staring directly at her was Gaara. His mouth was in a line and his eyes were slightly narrowed. Molly's heart picked up and she squeezed tight on the lollipop in her hand. She was about to turn back and run to Temari's room when she felt something grip her ankle. She looked down at the sand around her ankle, pulling her to him. Her eyes widened and she fidgeted, hoping to free herself. She was about to scream when a band of sand covered her mouth. His mouth was starting to curve upwards, the sides revealing a slight glimpse of his sharp teeth. She was directly in front of him now. She lifted the hand clutching the lollipop to her chest, hoping it would somehow protect her. He growled and sand came around the piece of candy then crushed it to tiny pieces of red. She seemed to have lost all her sense then and she began to thrash around. She attempted to hit him hundreds of times but missed each time. It looked more like she was flailing her limbs around rather than attempting to hurt him. The sand was gathering up around her and Molly knew what was coming next. She shook her head in denial and closed her eyes tightly, hoping this was just a nightmare.
"You will never replace me." Is what she thought she heard him growl under his breath she opened her eyes to still him raise his hand and the sand began to tighten around her. "Sand Coffin" She closed her eyes tightly again and willed the sand to just disappear. She waited, the anticipation was horrible. Nothing was happening for a while. She opened her eyes and saw Gaara's right eye brow twitching. The sand was beginning to tighten again and she wished it would go away again, the pressure of it was too much. The sand began to loosen again, it was slowly crumbling off her. Gaara's eyes were wide and he grunted, as if she had hurt him.

Molly was unsure what had happened but as soon as the sand on her mouth was gone, she wailed like a child. Her voice rung out through the whole mansion. It echoed off the wall. Molly didn't even know she was capable of it but apparently so. Temari ran out of her room and Molly turned back to see her. Her face was stricken with fear as she stood at the other end of the hallway. She began to run towards her and Molly was about to tell her to just run away and save herself when she noticed Gaara had disappeared. There was no trace of him yet there was still sand all around her. She crumbled to her knees and stared wide eyed at the wall in front of her. What had just happened?

Will she get another lollipop?

Hey readers, I haven't given up on this story yet! I'm slowly getting somewhere. Where is that somewhere? Well to be honest. I have no idea where this story is going. I'm just playing this one by ear. Well, don't forget to tell me how I'm going and feel free to ask q's or give me suggestions, I promise no matter what, I will reply to you! Enjoy your day!