The first thing that Hinata was aware of was that there was nothing to be aware of. Once again she was in a dark, solitary cell. Daylight filtered in through the barred windows and she sighed, knowing why she was here. How could she be so foolish to think that what she was doing had been right? She was nothing but a lowly monster that had killed her father and her sister. She sat on the farthest corner of her bed away from the cell door, knobby knees drawn into her chest. As her stomach growled she remembered that it had been over 24 hours since her last meal. She had spent most of the day talking to Gaara, looking for Gaara, and trying to save Gaara.

Speaking of a certain red head, what was his problem? He seemed like he held so much hate for her. Why wouldn't he? She frowned, bringing her knees in closer. She looked out the bars, studying the shadows that danced across the floor, trying to figure out where she was. They withdrew her insanity plea, but they couldn't put a twelve year old in jail, they'd have to bring her elsewhere. She wished she were somewhere nice, but she knew she didn't deserve it.

I'm sorry. Gaara, whatever I did, I'm sorry she thought, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Elsewhere

Where the hell would they have taken her? Gaara growled to Shukaku, that patience he never seemed to have had worn thin.

I don't know kid, but you better fucking hurry. You know they don't deal well with child killer the voice growled back, never missing a chance to bring up bad memories for Gaara. He wasn't even out of the building yet and that damned demon was already pissing him off. Wait, I'm not even out of the building yet he realized.

Yeah, did you not see the too white walls or all the different methods of baby-proofing?

Fuck off. Tsunade knows where she went. With that Gaara summoned every ounce of will power he had to shut out the demon that had cursed him since he was young, making his way to the office where the blonde would surely reside. As expected no one was guarding the door; Tsunade had always thought she was invincible, and Gaara couldn't wait to prove her wrong.

When he slammed open the door she was sitting there calmly, spinning chair facing the door, and all cameras showing the space outside of her office. She knew he was coming and he wasn't going to waste her time. Before the clock on the wall could even tick another second he had one hand wrapped around her neck.

"Where the fuck did they take her?!" he growled, shaking her head a bit before thinking better of it. She made a gurgle of sounds and Gaara cursed, bloodlust had taken over him and his time. "Where?" he repeated, letting go of her neck, but his hand was but a millimeter away.

"The correction facility," she choked, gasping for breath as bruises already began to form on her neck. Gaara's hand dropped to his side. That one word: the correction facility, not a correction facility. Gaara nodded and turned to walk away, only after his fist connected with Tsunade's face. Don't get him wrong, Gaara is by no means an abusive person, but she had it coming.

"Thank you," he whispered as he walked out the door and soon into the cool morning air. The first time he's felt it in two years. This is no time to enjoy the fucking sunshine kid, hurry the hell up! Shukaku growled something that Gaara was already too well aware of. He ignored the voice that always somehow managed to slip back into his head.

Shockingly enough no one payed attention to a young boy walking the streets, alone, with a terribly feral look in his eyes. He stayed to dark corners and weaved his way through the city, looking for that damned place. He almost couldn't remember, having blocked all memories off the past from his mind. Then again, Shukaku never liked to follow his plans. All at once memories came flooding in and it was so physically and mentally painful he had to stop, leaning against the wall. Hurry up kid Shukaku ordered, but in the softest way that he could muster. Gaara growled and staggered on.

XXX

"No one will come for you," the little voice whispered from the headphones.

"Gaara will come!" Hinata cried out, not entirely believing it herself.

"You're not a good girl," it came again.

"I-I am!" she sobbed.

The whispering continued, going on and on like the devil on her shoulder, but it wasn't that nice. Her face was red and blotchy and her voice was hoarse from all of her screaming. No matter how much she protested it just kept coming, getting louder and louder as hours passed. That insistent whisper was terrible but the pitch blackness of the room only added to her growing panic.

"No one is coming for me." This time it wasn't the headphones, but her.

"You're not a good girl," she scolded.

"You're a monster!" the headphones screeched.

"I'm a monster," Hinata monotoned.