Notes : All right for the wait, you'll get two Gaara's, though this one really is not romance, but more like a mother/sister-son/brother relationship. The two shots start off the same way though, about three pages or so. Also if these are a little happier I'm trying to lighten up, but Gaara's also my favorite...so...yeah. Oh and anon Usagi, sure, I do that pairing too, I wonder how though humm. :)

There was a strange collusion of fate and the enigmatic person that was the fourteen year old Usagi Tsukino vanished from her home dimension. In all actuality it would have been more correct to say she was banished from her home world by the Powers That Be as the last ripple of her past life slammed into her current one. Fate gazed upon the past that was Serenity and her selfish desire to stab her lover's sword through her ending her life. Usagi, the current living soul, would have to pay for her past sins. However, Fate was not unkind nor was she blind, no matter the core of existence of a soul, Usagi was not Serenity, but still the karmic cycle had to be set back on track. Instead all that was fated to happen because Usagi resided there, shifted and left, as the heart of the ginzuishou still resided within her buried in her soul. Beryl disappeared as if she never existed, for she had no counterbalance and the universe always needed a balance, so the senshi that was to be of the moon never awoke.

Instead when Usagi eased her sapphire eyes opened it was to a place not her own, and was entranced in an ethereal light that floated inches from her nose. "Where am I?" She stammered out in fear, subconsciously curling in on herself.

"Everywhere and nowhere at all, the void and the center, all that comprises the universes and destroys them, a mere fragment or shadow in the great divide." The light seemed to answer while glowing soothingly.

"Why am I here?" Usagi asked curious.

"For many reasons young one." It responded, flickering back and forth in a dazzling show.

"May I know the main one?" She asked politely, a well-mannered child surfacing from within her.

"What makes you think there is such a reason?" The light returned.

"A tingling or wiggling in the back of my head whispers the truth to me." Usagi answered honestly.

"Well there are actually two main reasons, however, the main one I cannot tell you, for you would not understand." It answered. "However, the other reason is a great injustice is being done and you are being sent as a counterbalance." The light added.

"Why me, why choose me?" Usagi inquired.

"You hold a great light inside." It said and spread to large proportions surrounding Usagi in a cocoon of light. She closed her eyes in response at the brightness and felt a sense of weightlessness flood through her.

When she opened her eyes once more ti was to view a great expanse of desert and a congregation of people surrounding a screaming female who was obviously in a great deal of pain. Curious and concerned Usagi scrambled to the group and peeked through arms and legs to see what was happening. She finally noticed an older woman chanting and holding a tea kettle while painting strange markings on the screaming woman's bulging stomach. Usagi recognized the signs of a distended stomach as the bulge of pregnancy, amazed she reached forward to brush the life within and screamed when she saw her translucent hands. Yet, her phantasm fingers brushed the pulsing runes and a bright yellow light flashed behind her eyes. She was tugged forward realizing even as she was sucked into the paint that it was blood and one word was chanted in unison. "Shukaku." Then she heard no more, and remembered nothing but darkness for two years.

Two years later, Usagi got the surprise of her life when a small red-head boy tumbled into her domain of bizarre mind space. Over her time within this existence she had learned many things, one was no true time passed in this place, and she was still a fourteen year old girl. Another thing she learned was the word shinobi and what this world actually was, and she had also met the monster that belonged to the word Shukaku. Usagi had been terribly lucky and surprised when she had met Shukaku as she stumbled into his domain with her wanderings that he was asleep and bound in glowing chains. Though she had no knowledge of such things, she eventually came to realize that both she and Shukaku had been sealed into the small baby that had been in the woman's womb, and she also knew the chains that held Shukaku looked weak at best. Now she was meeting her host, for lack of a better word, for the first time face to face.

He was a tiny thing, like most children at that age are, but he seemed smaller somehow, like he was undernourished. Usagi was not sure, as she could not remember what Shingo looked like at that age, maybe all small boys looked to be like that. His eyes were a brilliant sea foam green that occasionally shifted into a soft turquoise even though now they brimmed with the beginning of tears. A light tan brushed his skin to a promise of a warm glow when he grew older, but the shock of red hair made her blink, it was too much like the color of blood to make her comfortable. Usagi blinked again at the sight of the large shirt swallowing his form and a teddy bear grasped in his hands. Well, now she knew that it was possible to project things in the mind scape. What made her nervous for the boy's future though was neither the tears or blood shone hair, it was the darkening shadows around his pale eyes.

"Hello little one." She greeted softly while kneeling in front of the cautious child. Usagi wondered if a two year was naturally suppose to be cautious, but this world was so unlike hers that she really couldn't be sure of anything. She opened her arms to show she was bare of weapons and in a display of trust, for it would be fairly easy to wound her in such a position. "Come I will not hurt you." She promised wanting to comfort the boy.

"Everyone one says that, and then they glare and spit at me, hissing vile words." A soft voice came from the boy.

"Who are they?" Usagi asked falling back onto her heels in shock, she was not sure she liked this world all that much, and she was surprise at how well educated the boy was for a two year old.

"All the people in the village, they call me monster." He shoved out, glaring fiercely at her even though more tears built in his eyes.

"Why do they call you monster, do you have a tail?" Usagi asked glancing sideways at the boy.

"No I do not." The boy responded.

"Do you have scary claws, fangs, or poisonous breath?" She continued.

"No." He answered while checking himself over while clutching the teddy bear.

"Then you are not a monster." Usagi declared.

"I'm not?" He inquired surprised.

"Nope, not as far as I can tell, and I know a lot about monsters." Usagi responded while remembering all the fairytales she use to secretly read to Shingo when he was younger. "So, if you are not a monster, who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Gaara." He said while creeping steadily closer to the blond teen.

"Hello Gaara, I'm Usagi." She greeted shifting the white kimono around her legs. "Would you like to hear a story?" Usagi asked, and was slightly heartbroken when Gaara's eyes lit up like she had never seen before.

"You'll let me hear, you will let me listen?" He asked earnestly.

"Yes, well you might want to sit down, it could be a very long story." Usagi returned and watched as Gaara plopped eagerly down to hear a tale denied to him due to his twisted upbringing. "Hmm, there was once a fearsome and bold knight..." Usagi began.

"Shinobi." Gaara corrected quietly.

"Ah yes, a powerful and great shinobi with a caring heart to those he loved, and a deterrent to those who were perceived as villains." She narrated and caught the confused expression on the boy.

"What is it Gaara-chan?" She asked softly.

"Umm, what is a de-tur-ent?" He asked shyly.

"Deterrent?" Usagi corrected gently.

"Yes." Gaara mumbled.

"It means to halt something, to stop it in advance and act as a warning." She clarified.

"Oh, wow, can I use that word?" He asked, a bit shy as to not offend.

"If you want to I do not see why not." Usagi responded with a shrug and a soft smile. Gaara crept a little closer and Usagi continued her story watching as Gaara eventually leaned against her lightly as if afraid she would lash out at him. Usagi decided then she would help Gaara whenever she could, and that she did not like this world at all. She wondered silently, if it was possible to return to her home world, and to bring Gaara with her...