Chapter nine

Gaara's head slowly lifted and the grin turned into a sinister smile. The white coats continued to scream, the sounds now muffled by the sand crushing their bodies and hidden from the outside world. His eyes opened and they all noticed the color had changed from a jade green to an emotionless emerald green.

"Let me continue where my host so dramatically left off." His voice enthralling they stopped thrashing to ensure not missing word that the beautiful being had to say. They even went as far as smiling lovingly at the pale skinned youth sitting before them.

Above them Kabuto was astonished as his colleagues moods hanged abruptly from that of fear to complete adoration. He whispered softly to Orochimaru, "Master, what is going on? I don't follow their moods."

Orochimaru trailed his fangs over Kabuto neck slowly, softly chuckling, "My love the demon living within the boy has been awakened and since it's only a short while he has out of his host he's decided to have some fun. Watch closely.

"Yes, as most of you should have figured out, I'm a demon trapped within this boy and it was I who branded his brother and sister." He walked over to one of the white coats ad viciously fed, when his hunger was sated for that moment he lifted his head slowly eyes slightly glazed over. He looked at the twitching body in his hands in disgust before dropping it to the floor, the blood draining out through the bite marks he had left open.

Licking his incisors he continued, "They had it coming the fuckers." He laughed coldly at this time and a pale hand went to trail the 'ai' on his forehead. "Not that you people would care." He pointed to the bleeding body sprawled on the floor and his sand quickly engulfed it, slowly crushing and causing the remainder of the blood to spill unto the floor of the room.

"I've gone through the boy's memories, and that bitch," he pointed to a blond haired woman in the middle of the group, "was one of our shrinks. I remember the brat telling her what happened and even removing the bandage when he was told not to by his bastard of a father to show her evidence and her waving it off as some freak accident." His eyes flashed dangerously and his aura pulsed causing the temperature to drop even more.

"She just sat there smiling smugly. She even went as far as to say that it was a dream. How in the fucking hell could it have been a dream!!!" He ghosted over to where the sand held the blond and on the way grabbed the knife from the armrest of the chair it was embedded into. Releasing her from the sand's grip bent and slowly slit her throat watching in glee as she twitched, choking on her own blood. He stood calmly and waving his hand again allowed the sand to crush her body, the sound of the bones crushing sounding like music to his ears.

He turned back to the remaining white coats, his voice changing from spellbinding to grating, so full of hatred it sent chills through all those in the vicinity. The remaining white coats began to struggle against the sand and yelling for help. Shukaku Gaara extended a pale arm, closing his eyes almost peacefully. A fist was made and a mass of sand engulfed them and the female coats in the group screamed piercingly through the wall of sand.

"Gaara chuckled, "I would stop screaming if I were you. My coffins only have limited amounts of air and your pathetic screaming is rapidly depleting the amount you have left."

He chuckled darkly as the screams abruptly stopped leaving only strangled sobs. The sand began to close in on their bodies slowly breaking the ones, the cracking echoing through the spacious house. Gaara walked the stairs once again and came back with is beloved digital camera. He released the bodies from the sand coffins and let them slump to the floor.