Yo. Sorry it took like 38417587123904 bazillion years for me to get this shit up. I was kinda just like oh hey I'll write something tonight and then I'd be all like fuck that shit...but anyway, it's here now, so. Woohoo.

Ok so like I was reading over the previous chapters so I wouldn't write something that totally contradicted what I'd already said and I noticed that the tone has like completely changed. Is it just my imagination or am I really fucking up the story. Please tell me what you think.

I've decided to make Shukaku more primal and animalistic, like a demon rather than a person. It's to help justify why Gaara's still a psycho killer. Oh, and he's still Gaara, so don't expect them to suddenly be all gay frolic love.

Number1Weirdo: Sorry for the misunderstanding, ma'am. Did you catch that? That was totally snarky. He just might try and kill her, he's confused!(like my brother. ha. that was a joke) But I guess you'll just have to read and find out=]

Jitchoo: Thanks, and I don't hold it against you or anything. No it's not all that weird that you were like MARK HER or whatever. I guess if anyone here was a weirdo it would be me for coming up with that shit.

CityLightsFallingLeaves: She hasn't discovered her lil love bite yet, but what's the bet it's FUCKING AWESOME when she does. Dude thanks for reminding me about Neji. I maybe kinda forgot he was in the hospital(oh shit!)....sheepish grin. Do sheep grin?

Karma Kat 281: Thanks homes...not to shoot you down or anything cuz I really appreciate the ideas seeing how you're the ONLY ONE WHO OFFERED HELP, but do you really think Gaara would accept help from, and I quote, a "useless whelp" who is "pathetic" and "weak"? I'm really sorry that sounded really condescending and bitchy but I didn't mean it that way. Thanks so much for the support.

Great now I sound like a bitchy ass-kisser. Hey, everyone just ignore me. But review. Ignore me except for reviewing.=P ...yeah, I'm a huge fan of the smileys

Disclaimer: I can't believe I actually remembered to put this shit...don't own Naruto, but if I did, let me tell you, shit would be a lot different.

Bon apetite. Huh. That's like my new catchphrase.


Chapter Nine

"Oh. My. GOD!" Hinata's lazy daydreams of Gaara were cut off abruptly when a piercing shriek of excitement echoed throughout the room. She sat up quickly, plopping back down again when a massive head rush blackened her vision.

"What the hell did I just see?"

Good God, shut her the fuck up. Relief washed over Hinata when Raku's sarcastic comment drifted through her head. Yeah, I'm back, hon. At the moment, however, I really wish I wasn't. I mean, Jesus, it's like they put us in the same room as to make me commit suicide and leave you forever.

She's not that bad. She's nice. Hinata defended the pink-haired nuisance half-heartedly. To be honest, she completely agreed with her bitchy counterpart.

Um. I'm fully aware that you agree with me. I'm not a bitch, I just though cutters were supposed to be all silent and gloomy. Wait, yeah, I am a bitch. A lazy smirk showed itself behind Hinata's eyes, and she was glad that Raku was fully herself and fully present again.

"U-um, what d-did y-you s-s-see?" The violet-haired girl stuttered out. Shit. She really hoped Sakura hadn't seen her and Gaara. Her roommate's next worked killed that hope. Hell, they set it on fire and shat on the ashes.

"You were making out with Gaara! The Gaara! Don't you know he's mentally unstable? You cant just go around, kissing every crazy nutjob you find! I mean, come on! It's not like there aren't other, more eligible bachelors here," Sakura raved, arms flailing around as if she thought looking like a demented bird would get her point across.

"It was an accident," Hinata shot back, her stutter completely disappearing in her frustration. Ok, Raku, I agree, she's really fucking annoying. "He tried to crush my throat, and in movies they always kiss their attacker to distract them."

Sakura simply looked at the girl on the bed in front of her before saying, "Huh." She went over and sat on the bed next to her and grinned. "So was he a good kisser?"

Hinata brought a hand up to her lips, brushing briefly over the swollen appendages. They curved upwards at the memory of white-hot zings of pleasure when they'd connected.

"He was alright," she said noncommittally. "I'm going to get something to eat." With that, the pale-eyed girl stood up and strode from the room.

Her roommate sat on her bed, staring after the normally shy girl before moving over the secret compartment in her small wardrobe and pulling out her most prized possession. "Oh, man," she whispered to herself, shaking her head while she moved to their mini adjoining bathroom. "That girl has it so bad."

She was still smiling as she stood over the sink, dragging the sleek steel over her wrist. She was still smiling as she watched the silky red pearls well up from her skin and slip silently down the drain.

**

Kiss. Kill. Kiss. Kill. Shukaku hissed the words excitedly, wanting more of both things. The redhead steadfastly ignored his demon's fervor. He strode out to the edge of the pier and lay down on the smooth, sun-warmed planks of wood.

His traitorous mind kept flicking back to the sensation of her lips moving with his, to the tiny mewling sound she'd made and how it had slithered into his ears and down to his groin. He gnashed his teeth in frustration, gripping his head and trying to rid himself of the images plaguing him.

No more. He'd promised himself no more. Especially after her.

A snarl broke free from his throat. A new, different kind of memory wormed its way into his mind and he curled up on his side, trying to fight away the pain of what he'd done. He'd loved the girl, his beautiful Yashamaru. At least, he'd thought he had. Would he really have strangled the life out of her, reveling in every second of her silent agony, if he truly did?

Doubts and self-hatred plagued his mind. Shukaku took form in his head, prowling back and forth, demanding that he return to the useless whelp and kiss her senseless once more.

I would have thought you'd prefer it if I just tore her heart out, Gaara thought bitterly at the bane of his existence. He hated the disgusting thing for all it did to him. For all it made him do to others.

Want. Kiss. Ours. The fiend hissed back angrily. It was desperate for Gaara to go back to that girl, to kiss her and touch her once more. It wanted them to drown in her kiss. To drown in her blood.

"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF ME! GET OUT!" The tormented boy screamed. Everything he'd ever felt and kept inside, every piece of hate-for the demon and for himself-came pouring out of his body as he howled at the sky, at Shukaku, at himself, at anything that would hear his anguish. By the time the nurses showed up brandishing their needles full of liberating fluid, all that was left of his voice was a hoarse whisper.

When they finally reached him, he held his arm out like an obedient puppy, begging for the reprieve only its master can grant it. As his faceless savior held his arm still to press the metal into his skin, Gaara's entire body convulsed with a horrible dry retching. The haunted boy coughed again, shredding his already ravaged vocal cords. The nurse thankfully took the initiative to pump the coveted fluids into his bloodstream. Soon he would fade away into the blackness, a welcome haven that Shukaku could not reach, and would never be able to.

The last thing that Gaara saw before he passed out was the gleaming wetness of his blood that had torn its way out of his body along with his agony.

**

Whispers hissed their way into Hinata's ears, still somewhat muffled by the drugs. She strode through the rec room to the fridge, pretending not to notice. Just as they pretended not to notice her presence. She pulled out an apple from the fruit drawer and straightened as she turned around, only to take a step back with the red fruit halfway to her mouth.

The blond boy from her first day was standing right in front of her, an idiotic smile lighting up his features like a million watt light bulb. Hinata stared at him, unsure of his intentions; she could always fight him if he tried anything, but she didn't want to have those disgusting chemicals forced into her body again.

Raku, do I do? The pale-eyed girl kept her face carefully blank while her other half instructed her to not do anything.

"Hey, Hinata! Where have you been? I thought maybe they'd relocated you and you hadn't even said goodbye…" At these words the exuberant blond pouted so deeply that Hinata smiled reassuringly at him.

"O-oh i-it was n-nothing. Th-the drugs h-h-had a w-w-worse eff-ff-ffect o-on m-me than I th-thought th-they w-w-would," Hinata stuttered with another smile.

"Well, good, 'cause we've all missed you even though you're new, and not really a part of our group yet. And even though you went psycho and tried to kill Neji," Naruto was practically yelling in her ear as he dragged her over to join the others. They all looked at her a little warily, but otherwise welcomed her in their cozy circle.

"Hey, Hinata! I was wondering where you'd gone," Kiba smiled playfully at her before returning to the video game he was playing against the emotionless one, Sai. "Give it up, Robot! I own at this!"

"It seems that you are incorrect, as I seem to be winning," the blank-faced boy stated flatly. Hinata approached the sofas to sit down. The first one was occupied by Chouji, Shikamaru, and the twig of a girl called Ino.

She glanced at the other one, which appeared full, and contented herself with sitting n the floor. However the dark and brooding one, Sasuke, moved slightly to widen the gap of space between him and the arm of the couch. Ino glared hatefully at her as she sank down into the cramped space and was pressed slightly against Sasuke, who didn't even seem to notice.

"You know, Sasuke," the blond began in a hideously flirtation voice. "I've always thought that whenever girls acted violent, it was just so manly." Raku bristled at the blatant insult. Did this girl feel threatened by her? There really was no competition, seeing how Ino would never be able to have the boy next her and Hinata really didn't want him.

Still, that bitch is going to pay! Raku snarled. Hinata agreed that she did indeed need to learn a lesson, but she hoped Raku wouldn't hurt her. No worries, baby. I'm just going to tell her exactly how ugly she is.

Hinata allowed Raku to gently guide her into the passenger seat while Raku took control. "That's strange; because I've always thought that being a hideous piece of skin-and-bones white trash that desperately throws herself at a guy that clearly doesn't want her was just so pathetic," Raku said conversationally, ignoring the blonde's cry of protest.

"You fucking bitch!" she shrieked, throwing herself out of her seat at the calm violet-haired girl, hands outstretched into claws. Her harsh yell was abruptly choked off as she found herself standing there, arms still outstretched, with "Hinata" standing before her with a hand wrapped around her throat. She clawed desperately at the arm attached to the hand slowly choking her.

"You know, I've killed people," she said, just as casually as before. She inspected the fingernails of her free hand as she added, "I've done it lots of times. I could crush your windpipe right now. You'd be dead in five minutes, and I'd watch your face twist with the pain of suffocation."

She tightened her grip for good measure and stared coldly into terrified blue eyes. "But I won't. I promised Hinata I wouldn't kill anyone, and that's the only reason you're alive. Keep in mind: I protect my own."

Raku released the girl right as her pupils pinpointed, signaling how close she was to dead. The pathetic blond sank to the floor, cowering as she crawled away from her attacker. Pale eyes meet each and every gaze in the room.

"So now you know. Hinata is my heart sister, and I would do anything for her." With that, she strolled away, stopping in the doorway. Without turning around, she said, "I'm Raku, by the way," and continued on her way.

Blood rolled down her arms and dripped from her fingertips from where Ino had scratched at her in a desperate attempt to escape. The red liquid splattered on the floor behind her like a macabre trail of breadcrumbs as she made her way to the pier.


Yeah so shit's gotten kinda more blood related for some reason. Eh whatever. Ok. Please, PLEASE, don't tell me who Yashamaru is and how I got it wrong. I'm fully aware, and I will cyber bitch slap you. But besides that, if you even had a problem with it, what did you think?

Autobots, roll out!