Here is chapter four, and I have no idea how it is going to go. I will be winging it, with only an idea for the beginning. Shall we see what Kimimaro was doing to upset Gaara so? How is Lee doing during all of this?

As I crash into the ground, dark spots dance before my eyes. It was becoming more difficult to focus on my attacker, or to even defend myself. I cannot believe that I had let down my guard enough that someone else had managed to catch me in my back!

Wheezing, I turn my body around to look up to who had attacked me. Who would attack another student on school grounds!?-…

"Kimimaro…" Dread fills me entirely. I do not know why the other fills me with such resentment… aside from the attack on me just now; he has never done such a thing before, I do not know why he would at all.

The white-haired boy merely looks down at me. It reminds me of the way my science teacher looked down upon a frog he had been dissecting for us… and that had not been with sorrow. He tosses the pipe he must have hit me with over one shoulder, tilting his head as if he were considering something. As he does that, I attempt to stand back up, confused but unwilling to take this lying down…literally.

'Whack!'

I crashed back onto the ground, clutching at my leg while biting on my tongue to stop from crying out in pain. He places the pipe back over his shoulder. As it occurs to me, after the third strike, that he does not want me to move, I become angry. The fourth time, I grab the pipe as it swings down towards me, looking to taller boy furiously.

"Why are you hitting me!?"

I was forced to release the pipe to clutch at my side, breath gasping in and out as I tried not to curl in on myself. He placed his leg back where it had been, his expression not changing once. After a longer moment of silence, he bent down, looming over me with his uncaring face.

"I want to see if the same thing that happened in my dream will happen again… Sadly, you must suffer for it."

The words were punctuated by a sharp 'Thwack!' as the pipe connected with the same spot his foot had a little while ago. I am able to muffle my scream, but I cannot stop the whimper. This is just…ridiculous! I refuse to lie down for all of this. Despite the pipe that cracks down on my back, I force myself to a position where I can kick my leg out from under me and trip him. It does not work entirely, but it gives me enough time to stand and back away.

"If my dreams were to come true…" That was the wrong thing for me to say, I realize, feeling the familiar hot blush come over my face. If my dreams came true…that would need some explanation and maybe some therapy; Gaara would never do as was done in my dreams... I shake the thought away, looking to the other with the anger I felt. "It was cowardly to attack me from behind! Had you wanted to fight me, than you could have asked me!"

Before I was even done talking, Kimimaro was shaking his head, as if I were speaking foolishly. Had I not been trained by Coach Gai to only attack to defend, I would have jumped on him then. "I don't want to fight you. You're hardly a strong enough opponent."

Now more confused than anything else, I practically yell at him. "So why would you attack me!? If I am not the one you wish to fight, than why come after me?"

But he is no longer looking at me, his gaze somewhere behind me. "Gaara."

I blink, and then make the largest mistake anyone could have ever made: I turned my back on the enemy. Just as I see the redhead there, I also feel something reminiscent to an explosion in my head. A moment after the feeling, just becoming aware of being on the ground again for some reason, I hear the 'crack!' of Kimimaro's pipe. What is going…

"Gaara, where are you going?" I asked, leaning forward in the pristine white bed to stare at him earnestly. I knew where he was going… I just wished he would not go.

"I must speak to your kage about the attack. We will have to discuss a counter-attack…" He eyed me from where he stood next to the wooden door leading out the room. "You know that." But he did not leave, but stood there for a long moment.

As the silence became too thick, I forced myself to smile. "Yosh!" I gave him my 'good guy pose' from where I sat. "May your two great minds come together to think of a great defense of our two great nations!…" With his glare, my 'disguise' fell down, leaving me staring solemnly down at the white covers covering me from lap to feet. I picked at it with un-bandaged fingers, unable to think of anything else to say.

I feel him come closer, but I do not look up, just in case he sees the sadness within my eyes. The bed dips under his weight. "Lee…look at me." I refuse to do so, twirling the un-bandaged fingers of my other hand against the metal frame of the bed. Hardly a minute goes by before his patience is thin enough that he jerks my face up towards his own, and then crashes our lips together.

I moan, instantly wrapping both arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. Seconds pass, and then he nips at my bottom lip; a question for entrance, but I know that even my denial could not have stopped him… though I hardly do ever say no, and I do not this time. We battle, tongues slipping against the other's, lips meshing together before backing away only a very short distance just to come back together. When he pulls away abruptly, I meet his eyes by a need stronger than my modesty-

And now he looks at me with an almost rage as he grips my arm tightly. "Why do you look scared?" He asked harshly.

I turn my face away in shame, unwilling to admit to what was wrong, I tried a different tactic. "You must meet Hokage-sama in only a few short minutes, Gaara. You should leave now in order to make it in time-"

"Why do you looked scared?" I flinched, but then sigh in defeat.

I was very well aware of how long Gaara could hold a grudge. "I…do not like being alone in a hospital."

He leans away from me, giving me the look I recognize well. It is the one that silently says: 'That is just stupid.' I fly to my own defense.

"It is not stupid! Everything is so white and sterile! There is no life or enjoyment to be found here. Gaara, I have been lying in this bed for nearly two weeks now! Two weeks! I am losing my mind!"

Had my youthful lover had eyebrows, they would have been quirked at me. "No life…in a hospital. I am sure that most people come here to die, Lee."

I groan, putting one hand over my eyes and rubbing them. "No, they come here to get better. But I am completely healthy! I hardly need to be stuck on this bed! I have not exercised in two days-"

"And you wonder why you're still here?"

"-And then Sakura-kun had Ino-san bind me here with maiden hair strengthened by her chakra! I would not be surprised if my ankle suddenly fell off!-

"You should know better than to try and escape."

"-and why will you not see this from my point of view?" And then I slump onto the bed. "It is something silly to get so depressed over, especially with what I have been through." I admit in a small voice. "But it does bother me… I am sure not everyone knows the name of every healing-nin and nurse on staff at any hour in two different hospitals. But I do…" I sigh, running one hand through my hair. "I wish I were home."

Gaara and I sat there for a long moment, myself mentally punishing myself for whining in such a way. Gaara hardly needed to be bothered with my ramblings, he already has so many things he needs to do. I force myself to smile again, telling myself that if I could not get him to believe that I was alright, I would run 2 hundred laps from the borders of the wind country to it's hidden village; that, added to the 7 hundred laps I would be doing around Sunagakure on my hands going backwards for blabbering in such a way, might be enough punishment…if I could get off of this bed.

I look up sharply as Gaara moves away from my bedside, his face blank as he leaves me and walks out the door. Mentally, I tell myself that I must do the 2 hundred laps, even as I lie fully back on the hospital bed. Around my ankle, the maiden hair seems to pulse, as if warning me not to move too much. I look sadly out of the window… I was here so often, I had a room reserved for me. That does not help my mood…

A nurse walks into the room, looking as grumpy as I feel. I watch on in confusion as she breaks the maiden hair and then begins muttering to me about what I had to do and how much time I was allowed out of bed. Another woman walked in soon after, speaking about how she would be escorting me to my home because my husband did not have the time.

It was somewhere around ten minutes later when there was a pause long enough between the two for me to ask the only question I could think of.

"Pardon me, but what are you two talking about?" The first one growled at me, and the other giggled. Feeling a familiar spike of chakra, I turn my head to look at the pink-haired healing-nin at the door.

Sakura-kun attempted to look angry, though I knew she was smiling. "Since we're in Suna, we fall under the rules of your hubby." I blush at her words and the obvious tease behind them as she continues on. "And he wants you to be taken home for the last bit of your healing."

As I sat there in awe, surprised that someone would do such a thing for me, Sakura-kun raised an enquiring eyebrow at me. "Why would that be, Lee?"

I smile, feeling warm everywhere. "Because, I wanted to go home."…

There was a constant throbbing from somewhere, sounding like drums through my head. I turn my head and burrow it into an incredibly hard pillow, only to have the throbbing follow me. I groan in pain, lifting one hand from where it had tangled in the pillow case to rub at my pounding temple. Why did it feel as if something went off inside of my head-

…I open my eyes slowly, not wishing to see the white walls that would most likely be surrounding me. I do not remember their pillows being so hard, but I do not think I could be anywhere but the hospital or the nurse's office. Upon fully opening my eyes, I blink continuously in confusion. The walls opposite me is golden-sand color, a red desk piled neatly with books and papers pushed against it. I rub harder at my temple, deeply upset with this. Where could I be…?… Is my pillow…breathing!?

A new wave of pain echoes through my head as I propel myself backwards away from my supposed 'pillow'. I grip at the back of my head and hiss in distress. All at once, I forget the discomfort, caught in the disbelief of who had been my 'headrest'. I take another careful look around the room, taking in all of the sand, red, and black colors, before looking back to the redhead who had begun to stir. Why was I in Gaara's bed? I would assume that this is Gaara's room, since this is most definitely not a hospital…and not my apartment room either.

Abruptly, he opens his sea-blue eyes, just as I was gazing upon his face, and I am his captive as I am every time we meet stares. I do not know if I am breathing in that moment, but I know my heart is beating by just how loud it was being. He keeps my gaze as he sits up from an actual pillow and braces himself on his arms. I want to blink, bewildered by the lack of coldness in his eyes, but that would be impossible until he looks away.

Unanticipated, he reaches towards me and touches his fingertips against the wrist of the hand still covering the back of my head.

"Your head?" Numbly, I nod; and then it all comes onto me at once: I should be the once asking questions.

"Where am I? Why are you here? Why am I not at the hospital?" A sudden thought occurs to me. "What happened to Kimimaro?"

Finally, he scowls, becoming alike to the Gaara I know in school. He jerks his hand away as if I had burned him and stands from the bed, releasing my gaze at once. Finally with the will to do so, I blink, disgruntled by his actions.

"You don't like hospitals… So I didn't let them take you there. My family has enough financial pull that there wasn't much they could say to it."

Alarmed, it takes me a full minute to reply. "How do you know I do not like hospitals!?" There is no way possible that he could know that. No one knew that I did not like hospitals, all of my friends and even Coach Gai had begun joking about how I should rent a room there and live in the hospital. How did someone who did not even act like they cared know what no one else knew?

He turns to me slowly, a dangerous feeling seeming to seep off of him, as if my words had somehow angered him. "Because" He spat out, suddenly there before me, hands planted on the bed as he glared directly into my own eyes, freezing me once again. "you told me, only a few days before you died on me."

I imagine that I look like a fish out of water, what with my mouth gaping open and close and my eyes feeling as if they were about to pop out of my head. Shakily, I put both hands on my lap, and look into his eyes for the first time. Always, I had seen a cold rage, and had left it at that. But…

"You have these dreams too…" Not a question, because I already knew it was true. He glared at me, such cold fury and hatred radiating from him, my skull felt as if it were about to split in two.

"Why did you die?" Gaara whispered harshly, his hands fisting on his bed covers. I could only stare dumbly back at him.

"I… do not know…" I thought of the Gaara in my dreams: warm and subtle, and then compared him to this Gaara before me: enraged and cold…so much like the Gaara I had first been introduced to before our intimacy had begun in my dreams. "Why are you so cold to me?"

How dare I skip out on the fight between Gaara and Kimimaro. But, honestly, you would be glad that I had if you had seen my two attempts at the small battle (notice, I am trying not to repeat myself and increase my vocabulary). You would have instantly lost faith in this story and ran off. I think it worked out just fine with how I did it. I cannot remember a time where I had been so suspenseful… hmm… Hey, look! A chapter longer than 3 pages! It is actually 3 ½ ! X3 I am proud of myself… Tell me what you think, would you?