time 4 chappie 3! yayness! Kashi-kun, take it away!

Kakashi: *sigh* She does not own the baka.

Naruto: I have a name, Sensei!

Naruto, we honestly don't care at the moment because you are the biggest idiot in the world! Now on to the story...


Chapter 3: My Team

"Hey..." I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not going to leave you in pain..."

He blinked in confusion and opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. He burried his face in my shoulder and I placed a soothing hand on his hair. "Gaara, it's okay..." He shook his head in response and held me closer. "Gaara..."

I heard a snarl and Gaara immedeately released me. His eyes narrowed and I spun to see Kiba standing at the doorway. "Kara! Are you alright? Did that freak hurt you?" I ground my teeth together and was about to scold the idiot when Gaara spoke ever so quietly and frighteningly.

"She is in no harm while in my presance. You on the other hand I would not object to killing..." I glanced at Gaara, who did not miss my eye contact. "It seems she does, so you will be temporarily spared. Cross my path again and I will end you." He turned and left the room, leaving a sand heart in my hand that disolved as he left.

"Gaara... God damn it Kiba!" I growled at him and he inched away. "He is no freak! I could call you a freak and then what? How would you feel about that if it was all everyone called you your whole life?" Hinata walked in carrying Akamaru and tilted her head and then seemed to grasp what her team mate had done.

"K-kiba, you have to control your instincts when you're not in battle. I know you don't want her hurt, or dead, but she is a ninja. She can take care of herself." I gaped at her small, but effective, speech. Her gazed hardened on Kiba, making those lavender eyes frightening to say in the least.

He nodded and scratched his head. "It's just, I don't really know anymore... I think I had to... I couldn't help it Hinata! God, why is it always me?" He pouted and sat down. Akamaru wiggled free and scooted over to Kiba. A boy and his dog...

"Ma'am!" I turned and saw Genisha running toward me with her arm bloodied. "Help! Some one just attacked Loriene!" My breathe dissapeared and I nodded to Kiba and Hinata before gesturing to lead the way. We wove through the passages of the building and ducked under doorways until I saw my subbordinate's dead body hanging limply in the air supported by sand.

My eyes widened as I saw her gentle face lawl towards me. "Gaara... what did you do?" I stepped into the room, tears brimming in my eyes as I searched for the murderer. "Gaara!" I finally spotted him sitting down in the middle of the room toying with Kanin's purple hair as she lay shivering beside him. He twirled her hair in his hand with a blood thirsty smile on his face. He snickered without reply and twirled the purple hair in his left hand while he raised his right to attack me with his sand. "GAARA!" I yelled his named with pure terror ringing through. His red head shot up right as his sand hit me, drawing plenty of blood. He grit his teeth and raced toward me, realizing what had happened. Genisha flashed in front of me with a drawn kunei, standing her gaurd against an unstable opponent. He shoved her away and looked at my arm with worried eyes.

"Get away from my Captain!" Genish charged at him but I leapt in front of her, alowing the kunei to sink into my right palm. "Captain..." She whispered in confusion but I slashed the air with my cut arm, spraying her with my blood.

"Transfer Jutsu." She dropped down and twitched before she disappeared. Gaara's hand shook as he reached for my arm. I lifted it in front of him with a grim smile. "I heal fast, just like you would if you were ever injured." The gash was casting out the chakra enhanced sand and pulling itself together, peice by peice."Let my girl go, Gaara. I don't want to hurt you..."

He tilted his head quizzicaly, "How would you hurt me?"

"I am of nature. You know exactly how I could hurt you, so I intrigue you..." I glared forward, no pity visible in any speck of my eyes. Pain flashed across his face before reverting to its usual stoic/mass murderer look. A firm hand was placed on my neck, but I wouldn't let my heart even skip a beat for him, not now. Not when he has my girl in danger.

Pressure began to build but I didn't even flinch. I knew it wasn't Gaara, but the monster inside of him, screaming for more death and blood, craving pain so that he may live. The Shukaku. A one-tailed beast sealed inside of him that's so strong that if he sleeps it will take over. "K-kara?" He blinked, emotion flooding his face. "K-kara, w-what am I doing to y-you?" Worry etched across his features, but he couldn't remove his hand. We both heard the voice in his head cackling with pure insanity, Gaara-san, don't fight it. Don't fight me Gaara-san. We both want it... we both want to feel her blood rain down on us, we want her lucious death all over our hands... Disgust with himself replaced worry and he tried forceably removing his hand but to no avail. It's grip tightened, but I wouldn't give in. I would not show fear. That's when he saw my face, probably contorted with rage and disgust. An unbareable sadness washed over him, strong enough that I felt guilty especialy since Kanin had gotten up and left the room while I had distracted Gaara. "Why?" He murmmered, "Why? Why me?" His voice grew in volume, "Why do I do this to myself?" He yelled out. I froze, fear washing over me, he looked back at my face and froze himself. "No... no, I can't do it!" His hand removed itself and I stepped away from the wall.

"Gaara." He looked at me quickly and I sighed, placing a hand on his red head. "Gaara-kun..." I ruffled his hair and left, leaving our scurmish at what it was, a scurmish. Nothing more. I could feel his eyes trailing after me. No telling what was going through his head right at that moment. As I walked through the halls, I noticed that my injuries were healing slower than normal. A weight fell into my hand and I rubbed it with slight affection. Yet, despite the fact he felt so horrible about it, I couldn't get over the fact that Gaara had actualy attacked me. Nothing could be worse. Even Beeta's lapse of judgement couldn't compare, and man were those bad. Speaking of which, where was that little bug?(A/N-Name: Beeta- bug stuff:self explanitory) Silence in the hallway dominated my thoughts, forcing an erie calm over my concious. A voice came over the intercom and I froze, Beeta had found an elctronic device. We were all screwed.

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im soo evil... hehe, I just wanted to get this up before my english exam. oh well, ill be writing WAY more now that summer is comming up and Ill be in highschool, so more free time for me! yayness. except for the darn swim practices after school. btw I thought it was a funny way to end the chapter with dear Beeta discovering something to "play" with.

R&R please! or ill send Beeta and his evil little intercom after you! :D