Sorry for the wait here it is chapter Eight.


Doll House
ドールハウス
Chapter Eight

(Forgotten memories and memories wished to be forgotten)
忘れた記憶と忘れられた記憶を希望

He didn't remember much he remember it was cold and dark and he was scared, he thought long and hard tried to pieces together the puzzle that was that day but couldn't. Shikamaru said it came with trauma that his subconscious was blocking out the memories because he couldn't handle them.

Gaara found himself wondering if this was true or not, he wasn't sure what had brought along this train of thought. Maybe it was the teacher who continued on and on about history and how we should never forget our past because it makes us who we are in the present.

But how can the young red head know who he is if he can not remember who he was. He knew that Termari offtion gave him glances ones that he knew all to well, the ones he hated most were the ones that were searching, she would look deep into his eyes as if she wanted to find something of her real younger brother.

He would always look back into her own eyes and see the desperation and soon after disappointment. What could he do to make things right? He closed his eyes and tried to remember, he thought long and hard and soon a headache began to form as he mental pressed against barriers within his own mind.

Victoria who had made it her job to follow Gaara where ever he may go to insure that her masters investment stayed safe frowned as she picked out of the bag she was hiding in, she blinked once then twice trying to gauge the face the boy was making.

Was he in pain? He looked like he was, bring a hand up she tugged gentle on the hem of the black shirt the boy wore. That seemed to break him from his thoughts cause he looked down at the little doll in surprise.
"You didn't forget I was here did you" she mouthed with a smirk. The red-head didn't reply just looked away quick and forces his attention back on the teacher at the front of the class.


Walking home from school that day didn't help improve Gaara's mood much his thought as he had tried to fight it all day kept going back to that day. What had truly happened? No one talked about it when he asked they would either change subjects of tell him that when he remember he would be ready to know.

Well a lot of good that physiological bull crap did him.

"Welcome home Gaara" Termari smiled at her younger brother before turning back to her husband.

"I told you the water heaters acting up you need to fix it" she scowled.

" Call a plumber" was the short reply.

"Oh for the love of...all you have to do is relight the pilot light you lazy ass" Gaara knew his sister and her husband fought a lot but no matter what happened they still stuck together the young red-head would never understand why.

Is it safe to shower?

"Oh yes there should be some hot water because Shikamaru is about to relight..." the end of the conversation died off as the boy walked up the stared and into his room where he collected a change of clothes and moved to the bathroom, he only stopped to glance up the flight of stair leading up to the Doll House he just hoped Sasori would leave him alone today but he knew if the puppet master called him he would go he had to for his sister.


Sasori sat at his work bench his chair turned to face the window that showed the backyard he looked out into the world as if once more seeing it for the first time. He looked at the tree's how they had grown over the years some were missing while other where never there the last time he had glanced outside.

In that moment of complete silents he remember something it was a small memory one that brought up feeling he had long since thought were lost to him. The feeling of hatred and loathing how he hated the outside world how it changed and never stayed the same not forever not eternal like himself.

He could never bring himself to even bother leaving his home in the Doll House he had dolls to go out and fetch more wood if he needed it he had everything his heart could ever want and things in this room; in his sanctuary would be here forever and nothing would change. Well that wasn't true the only thing that would change would be the new member to his lovely home.

Thinking now on it how was the puppet master going to go about capturing his jade eyed beauty along with getting read of those annoying realities of his. No he couldn't kill them , no matter how much he would love to carve them where they stood for getting in the way of his prize.

"I have to go about this carefully" standing he began to pace his annoying habit.

"First things first I need to get Gaara to trust me that way I can make him like myself" he cursed his god forsaken grandmother for cursed him to only be able to make one other person like himself that alone should have been enough but no the old bat makes it harder for the puppet master by having to have the other consent.

"No matter" the older red-head shook such thoughts from his mind.

"Me and my precious pet have plenty of time to make this work" even if patients was not his strong suit he was a very inpatient person and he shuddered at the thought of waiting for more than need be for something to happen.

"Well if you don't stop being a bully to him it will never work" spinning on his heels to see who dare speak such words to him Sasori glared heated at the young doll.

"Victoria" he hissed but the doll only put her hands on her hips, well it would seem he was not the only one getting attached to the red-head.

"The few times you been near him your been a total jerk to him you have to start being nice if you want him to like you" well he couldn't argue there that was just where his thought were so he couldn't blame the girl for being observant of the fact.

"How right you are, my thoughts where just on that matter but I seem to draw a blank about how I should go about doing so." an idea struck him and he moved over to the girl with a grin.

"Would you like a new dress?" he asked innocence in his voice that had Victoria feeling nervous but she nodded none the less.

"Found out what young Gaara is interested in and I will make you a new dress more beauty than any you have ever seen before" the doll squealed loudly before nodding her head wildly she was soon talking a million words a minutes about how she pictured it and the colors she would love.

Having enough of the doll Sasori opened his mouth to yell at her to be silent but was cut off by a scream unlike anyone he had ever heard before, it was loud and full of such fear that it froze the puppet master on spot.

It didn't stop either scream after scream echoed through the house Sasori could just make out the sound of foot steps soon followed by shouts then loud banging it almost sounded like a door being kicked in then there was nothing no noise just the dead silents but that scream rang through the red heads mind over and over again for he knew there was only one it could belong to.

Gaara.


Sorry for the wait so so so sorry been moving around a lot and just got settled. Okay so this chapters a little idk but it had to be done where gonna started getting down to getting those questions answer.

What's wrong with Gaara?

What happened to him?

What's Sasori?

Whens there gonna be sex?

Wait who asked that one...

ANyway will update soon promise thanks for reading. I didn't have alot of time to go back and check this chapter through cause i was like must update quickly but it's still good YEAH!