A/N: None so far.

In the Kazekage Tower

Temari is at a loss for words, her body is physically shaking in fear and all she can do is stare at the red blood lust in Gaara's eyes. Sometimes I wonder if the One-Tailed Shukaku Jinchūriki still inhabits his body,especially when he looks at me like that. Kankuro is right, I do fear Gaara for what he does to me and I want him to stop so badly it hurts. How do you tell someone that you are scared of your own baby brother? Do you say that he is monster that you cannot seem to hide from? That if you close your eyes, he will still be there to torment you in the night.Even, if you yell no one will be able to hear you scream?

Gaara quietly walks from behind his desk to lock the opening into his throne room, and shutting Temari in the room with him. "Earth to Temari, are you there?" Gaara sneers from behind her eager to begin today's lesson.

GULP! This is usually the part where the girl starts screaming for help and running in the wrong direction, but she is not the typical girl. Therefore this is why she became the other girl, who stays and fights the monster like an idiot.Not that I'm calling myself one,but what else am I suppose to do?

"You shouldn't be scared Temari, I'm not going to hurt you much." At this Gaara his Blade of Sand (oh yes! Gaara's got some new moves) seeps from his gourd, and gently slices Teamri's right cheek yet not enough to draw blood.

Temari flinches from the cut, not this again.Maybe I should have ran?"I'm not going to let you hurt me again, Gaara." Temari bravely yells has she slaps the blade from Gaara's hand and it shatters on the ground like the sand it is. "Not this time." She jumps away from the closeness of him and ends up at the opposite side of the room. Gaara's back is at the door, while she now stands where Gaara was a few minutes ago.

"I just love how brave you think you are:who are you to deny me what I want?And who will stop me from getting what I need?" He raises his left eyebrow and the sand comes to him without being instructed to do so. Again he forms the blade and this time it will not shatter.

"Gaara, snap out of this! Please? You are not a monster anymore, so stop acting like one!" Temari says loudly hoping someone on the other side of the door can hear her.

"I hate it, when you lie. I know I'm the monster in your closet at night, aren't I? It's fine I enjoy scaring the crap out of you. I love being the vampire that gets to suck your blood;in fact I want some now." At this Gaara pushes himself off the door decides against using the blade since it didn't work before, and by doing this he doesn't give Temari the chance to run away this time. His sand wraps around her like a big, beautiful spider web and he laughs at his caught dinner.

Temari struggles like her life depends on it, and in a way it does. But the sand refuses to give her heed and instead the little chards of sand cuts at her arms, and legs making even more red marks. Gaara got mad at Kankuro for marring my skin, but look at what he is doing now. My skin is even worse than last time: "Gaara, you are nothing but a hypocrite!" And at this time she knew her body might have marks that may never heal at this rate. Gaara glares up happily at the site as rain of blood pours down. He opens his mouth wide, and the tasty drops satisfy his hunger for now.

"Really, how so?"

"I will tell you, if you let me go."

THUMP! Temari's body crashes on the floor none to gracefully. Gaara moves closer to Temari's yellow, purple, and brown figure: he couldn't help admire his work. She looks beautiful bleeding openly on my floor, her blood seeping from the large gash on her forehead, and her blond hair matted to her face due to her precious essence. I can almost call her an angel:my beautiful, broken angel.The audacity for Kankuro to touch what is not his seems ridiculous and dangerous for him.Who is he?Oh… my… good for nothing… brother. If Kankuro wasn't related to me, I would have killed him along time ago. Can't anyone see that all I want to do is protect my older sister from danger? Why must Temari hate me,and constantly lie about it.I will teach her the lesson for today that lying is very bad for you."Temari, what have I told you about lying to me?"

Temari holds her hand to her forehead unable to get up or even comprehend what the figure is talking about. "I'm sorry, but can you repeat that. I didn't quite get it." Gaara shuffles slowly towards her, lifts his right foot and slams it down hard on her stomach. At this Temari jerks her body forward in a sitting position, clenching her tummy in pain. She gasps for air, unfortunately she is doesn't get enough as Gaara pulls her by her hair until she is standing.

"Do you want me to repeat myself, again?"

"No… Gaara it is fine. I heard what you said." Temari claws at his hand trying to pry it from her bloodied hair.

"Temari, today's lesson is… never lie to me.I don't care if you lie to everyone else, BUT NEVER TO ME!" Gaara then shoves Temari hard towards his desk, and the corner of the desk jabs into Temari's already sore leg causing yet another bruise to form.

Temari whispers, "Please, no more today." She finds Gaara looking at her like a piece of sculpture waiting to be molded into art, and no offense she likes herself just the way she is. "People are going to wonder where I am. They might try to pin the blame on you for my disappearance, and you can't afford that especially since people are still trying to get to know the real you."

"Temari, you make it sound like I'm trying to kill you."

"Aren't you? You are tossing me around like I'm nothing but a rag-doll."

"It's just… I love seeing your blood slowly drip from your body.I like it when it rains red. " Gaara seizes Temari's face in his cold hands as he confesses his darkest desires, and takes his tongue close to her forehead to lick the open wound. At the terrifying scene: Temari faints not just from the pain, but from the fiend in front of her.

Gaara frowns a bit; dismayed he will not be able to finish the lesson. So he gently brushes one strand of blond hair from her face. "Don't you know Temari that I love…"

Someplace

A black figure unknown by the audience questions Kankuro, "Will Gaara be a problem?"

"No… Gaara has he's eyes on something else. Or should I say someone else?"

At this the figure grins pleased at its rapid progress. Soon all the nations will be at its knees.