Disclaimer: If, for some reason, you thought I owned Naruto, I hate to inform you that you are sadly mistaken.

A/N: So sorry that this chapter took so long to write, but I've been busy updating some of my other stuff. Oh, well, it's up now.

And just a note, those of you have grown fond of Toby may not like this.

Once Toby had been examined by the pink-haired girl, and made sure that Jiraiya would make a full recovery, he went back to his driving lesson. So Toby found himself sitting in the front seat, waiting for his student to show up. Again. And as always, he was nervous.

Toby's darting eyes suddenly caught sight of a figure. A young boy, probably in his early teens, was striding across the parking lot. Even from far away, Toby could see that he wore black clothing from head-to-foot, and his strangely blank eyes were rimmed with heavy black eyeliner. As he drew closer to the car, he lowered his head, so that all Toby could see was his brilliantly red hair.

Toby gave a sigh of relief. He had heard of this new generation of teenagers. They were listless and apathetic, taking little or no interest in the world around them and preferred to put their energy into believing that the world was out to get them. Toby relaxed. A rundown teenager, he could handle. This was going to be easy.

Toby can be stupid sometimes.

The dejected-looking teen flopped down into the car and immediately bounced back off the seat. Toby nearly did a double-take; the boy had a gigantic gourd strapped to his back.

"Er…" Toby stammered, trying not to stare ,"You're going to have to remove that."

Toby's sentence was met with a death glare from the young student. Toby shrank back. Then before he knew what was happening, sand was trickling out of the gourd. Most incredibly, it was slinking along the ground of it's own accord. Toby gave a whimper of fear when it entered the car, and shut his eyes. There was more of that faint sound of moving sand, then a horrible noise of tearing metal and ripping cloth, then a pause and a dull thud. Toby opened his eyes cautiously.

The seat beside him no longer had a backrest. The youth climbed in and sat down without a word. Toby noticed that his giant gourd now fit nicely into the car. The driving instructor took a deep breath and glanced at his clipboard for the boy's name.

'Gaara of the Sand.' it read. That would explain all the sand. But why did that name sound vaguely familiar? Toby looked at his student. The boy was panting slightly, and glaring through the windshield as if it's transparency was in itself a great sin. The driving instructor forced a nervous grin onto his face. He would have to do this a bit differently.

"So, you want to learn to drive, eh?" he asked in a horribly forced cheerful voice. The boy stopped his staring contest with the air in front of him and directed his glare at Toby. He said nothing, and Toby continued.

"Well, son," Gaara looked suddenly furious ,"Once you learn to drive properly, it's a great sensation. Some people say they've never felt more alive…"

"I only feel alive when I kill things." Gaara interrupted. It was the first time Toby had heard the boy speak, and he had a low, rasping sound to his voice. Toby shrank back in fear. This was not good at all.

Toby switched tactics, "All right, you seem capable enough. Why don't you give it a shot? Try driving a lap of this parking lot?"

"Of course I'm capable enough, idiot." came the boy's low voice. Toby tried to be positive about it; at least he was talking now.

"I don't need to do your stupid test. I can crush you." Gaara continued, and with that, he shifted the car in gear and headed for the open road. Toby wondered what the ability to crush him had to do with driving.

For the most part, the ride was uneventful. The youth seemed to handle the car well, and apart from the unnerving rattling of sand, Toby found he had nothing to fear from this student. In fact, he was just starting to relax. Then it happened.

While on the highway, one will usually find oneself surrounded by competent drivers. Unfortunately, there are also incompetent drivers out there. And Gaara had the misfortune of encountering one.

Gaara was driving amiably along, going at a comfortable pace, well under the speed limit. All of a sudden there was a screech of tires and a black sports car raced by them. As it passed, a young man leaned out the passenger side window and shouted various obscenities at Gaara before the car cut him off, forcing Gaara to swerve wildly to avoid a collision. The black sport scar whizzed by, and the driver and passenger could be heard whooping wildly.

Gaara's eyes went wide, and he started breathing heavily. Toby began to slink down in his seat, sure that the boy was about to "feel alive".

But Gaara surprised him. H gunned the engine, and they whizzed by a car containing an elderly couple. To Toby's horror, Gaara leaned out the window at them and shouted "Eat this, bitches!"

Toby sat there, mouth agape. If he wasn't so terrified f the young man, he would have had to scold him. Not that it would have done any good. The red-haired lad had taken a liking to these foul words, and made sure to shout some at every person they passed, his grin growing wider by the second. Toby could only look on in horror.

Eventually, they came full circle of the highway and arrived back at the lot, where Gaara parked the car. Though he was no doubt crazy, he was actually the only person to ever make it back to the lot. However, his driving left a little to be desired.

"Gaara…" Toby began quietly. Gaara cut him off.

"This…this…driving." he growled. Toby resumed his cowering and yet again feared for his life.

"I've never felt so alive!" Gaara cried. He threw his hands up in the air, and a small cascade of sand seemed to erupt from his outstretched fingertips.

"I must get myself one of these cars!" Gaara shouted. Without further ado, he popped open the door and leapt into the parking lot.

All of a sudden Toby remembered where he had heard the name "Gaara" before. He shouted after the youth's receding back.

"Hey! Hey, wait a minute! You're that kid Chicken Little, er, Sasuke was talking about! The angsty one with all the issues! Your family's dead too, right? And you had a crappy childhood! Right? Right?" Toby called.

It took on look from Gaara for Toby to know that he had said the wrong thing. Sand was practically erupting from the gourd and formed a small avalanche as it raced to the car. Soon, it had completely enveloped the car. Toby began to panic and made fruitless efforts to peer out the windows. Then from outside, there came a muffled yell. The walls of the car began to buckle. The rear window caved in. And poor Toby was left to simper in the middle of it all.

Outside, Gaara had paused briefly, to watched the destruction; growing bored of it, he continued on his way. Over the noise of breaking class, crumpling metal and Toby's howls, another sound could be heard.

"Must…have…..car…….Must…..have………car……"

A/N: So, it seems poor Toby got on the wrong side of Gaara's angst. Will he survive? You shall see in the next chapter, featuring everyone's favourite many-mouthed villain. But I don't want to give anything away.

Next update won't take as long. I swear. Oh, and review, if you so choose. And you will choose to - right