Author's Note:

O.K. sorry I haven't been updating! My new computer doesn't have Microsoft Word it just has WordPad. Also... I'm having a very bad writer's block. Sorry if this chapter sucks. I'm so tired. I face planted when I went skiing and my friend Natasha almost got eatten by wolves. I will try to make the chapters longer. Thanks for your understanding! (Sorry if the spelling sucks WordPad doesn't have a spell check T-T)

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Chapter Seven:

I trudged on, breathing laboriously. I'm still livid, sort of... I know he probably has a reason for acting this way, but it's hard for me to understand. I try so hard to understand everything and help everyone but myself. I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I don't think tired sums up what I'm feeling now. I can't let Dad see me like this. He'll kill me! Oh crap... I'm so dead when I get home... Then suddenly, like a knife a searing pain welled at the back of my neck and the pain in my chest sharpened. The pain shattering all my thoughts. Driving me into the ground. Then everything faded to black...

Gaara's P.O.V.

I simply continued walking. I don't care about her. Like anyone would want to befriend a monster. But something kept pulling at my mind wanting me to go back to her. This urge was so overwhelming it took every bit of my sanity to resist. Why is she so different? Why would she want to be 'friends' with me. She was also able to see through my eyes. It took me so many years to build up that unbreakable wall to my mind and she saw through it like it was glass... An open book... The urge was gnawing at my brain. Unwilling to let me be. I walked a few more paces then gave in. My consience I usually can stomp out wasn't going to let me shove it down today. How annoying...

As I started to walk back more questions screamed at me. Ripping at my now vunreable mind. She couldn't have gotten far off. I almost broke her leg anyway. I wonder how she'll react... Probably scream her head off for all I care. I better watch my back if she does... Apperantly her father's an A.N.B.U. squad ninja. Joy... I'll have another person to threaten my existance... Sheer joy... She has to be close by now... But... I can't trace her chakara. Then out of the blue... A faint chakara aura... So faint I can hardly tell it's there. Mortified, I realize she might be dead. I never regretted killing anyone before but this time... for some odd reason... it was different.

For the first time in a long time... I was afraid. I inched over to the source of the chakara. It was Tsukiko... lying there on the ground. Her silver lavender hair unmoving. She wasn't breathing. I checked for a pulse. Her heart was barely beating. I...did...this... Maybe she was right... Maybe I should give people a chance. But I won't open up yet... 'Love's' got me almost dead before and I'm not so forgiving. I pick her up. Her face wrought the expression of pain. How the hell did she break down my walls to my emotions. I worked years to bury them away. To kill off all the feelings.

Just to have them shattered by a pathetic girl! The thought absolutely enraged me. But my conscience was ruling over me and commanding me to help her.

When... she faintly opened her eyes... "Gaara?" She just managed to whisper. She didn't try to pull away. I could feel my gaze soften and I mentally kicked myself for it. "Why are you helping me?" Her soft gaze seemed to ask. Well... I have no clue! I laughed to myself. Then she tried to pull up closer to my face. "Thank you," She said faintly in my ear. Someone thanking me. Wow that's a first... It kind of feels nice... I mentally kicked myself again. "Don't take me to the hospital please... I don't want my dad to-" She almost finished her sentance but then slipped away into darkness.

So I set her down by a tree. She doesn't want to go to the hospital but what am I supposed to now Mr. Almighty Conscience? You don't know? Hmmm. Figures,huh.

I checked her pluse again. This time there was nothing. Why am I so concerned? My body started acting at it's own accord against my will. Why does whatever part of me care so much! When I realized what I was doing I tried to stop myself. But my new was being a bastard. I metally stabbed myself and cursed myself. I gulped to myself... Last time a sensei tried to make me do CPR let's just say the academy was short of a Sensei. But now I couldn't stop myself now because of my damn newfound conscience. Crap...