I am so sorry this chapter took so long to post! It was a pain in the tail to write. I'm trying to make Selva a bit more haunted. Though her situation is like Gaara's with her mother's death Selva responds with her wits and her stinging words. (Most which strike true.) I hope to finish this story soon, so I can say I have.

Selva: Finally your back after how long?

Me: I am trying here! And you try keeping up with the Naruto-verse without a computer.

Selva: Did you try the bookstore?

Me: Good idea!

Selva: SO will you get rid of the annoying perverted Uchia?

Me: Which Uchia?

Madara: I will take you as my bride! Mwhahahaha!

Me: Oh that one... Anywho, I do not own Naruto or anything, I do own Selva.

Selva: 'OH THAT ONE'? Someone save me!

Chapter 10

Fearlessness is not always a good thing

I snarled as I bolted away. Sitting up I gasped for air. Like hell. It happened again. I shivered as cold sweat poured down my face. That horrible dream had been following me since I had that chat with Gaara. I would go to sleep, forcing myself into the void, only to wake to snarls and screams. Bloody thorns rose against the black sky, as bodies hung from them. I would run through this dream-forest the screams coming from around me, while something hissed and slithered behind me. I ever night I came to a fork in the road, every night I whirled and screamed as a rather large shadow rose above me, the sky turning blood red. But a snarl arose, from behind me and I awoke. I looked out the window to the starry skies. You didn't get that in the city sadly. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a rather baggy brown T-shirt. I bypassed the make up and the hairbrush as I walked down to the rather pristine kitchen. After looking about once again I slumped into one of the less comfortable chairs and stared at the symbols in my small journal. They still made no sense, but it would just take time. That and reptition. Slowly my eyes drifted shut only to be jolted open again, as my ears caught the shift of cloth against the wall.

"You just have to keep a eye on me don't you." I growled, still not opening my eyes. I was to afraid to see more red. Thus my advoidance of mirrors. "Tell me, what did I do to gain your distrust?" I drawled out that one, sounding so very uncaring.

I did get the response though it wasn't technially response, but for the Raccoon boy I'll call it that. "Tell me what did you mean by 'tings like that should never be remembered'?" Monotoney as ever.

I only set the book down and ran a hand through my hair pushing it away from my face. My vision blurry from the lack of sleep and the memories. "Nothing, that concerned you." I muttered. "Nothing that concerned you in the slightest." I trailed off staring into the void again, only I guess it was a memory.

-Flashback-

"What do you mean, you got a C?" Roared a man as he towered over a small girl. "How can you not understand when our forefather's crossed the ocean?"

The girl trembled and looked like she was about to cry. Though she nearly never did, this man had that power over her. He was all she had, and she loved him. Yes she loved him dearly and watched over him like a mothering hen. But she hated him more than anything as well. Oh how she had wished that he, and not her mother, had been taken by the accident that slowly claimed her life. "Papa, I-I..." Tears flowed down her face.

The man was anything but abated, from the lectur though. "It was a simple question! You are a Lucanas and you will marry a man who can take over this company someday so you must be smart enough to know which date goes where!" He turned back to the finacle report on his desk. "Now go and study." The girl quickly abandoned the room, and shut the door but not before she caught the last words. "Useless child, your mother would be ashamed." Not bothering to worry about the delicate floors, the girl leapt in the room again.

"How would you know how proud she is of me?" The ten year old shouted, tears flowing down her face. "How would you know how she feels about me? You were to busy with your stupid company to be beside her when she was dying! I was the one with her when she passed away! I was the one who heard her last wish! I'm the one she was so proud of for dealing so well with her eventual dea-" The hand sharply crossed her face as the man grabbed the back of her dress.

"Never." Hissed the man. "Talk to me that way again! I loved my wife, but I cannot bear to know how she bore such an ungrateful child like you!"

-End of Flashback-

I felt the tears trickle down my face, as I stood on the high rock wall. I had fled, albeit polietly excusing myself from it, as soon as I deemed I could. That memory belonged to me and only me. It was the beginning of the true exile for me. I watched the ever-hesitant sun rise above the clouds and the sand dunes. Hours passed as I sat there. Just sat there and let the memories of all those years pass over me like the waves of wind. Soon the heat become unbearable and I descended into the more shady village. I didn't bother going anywhere, I just wandered about. Letting my feet take me where they pleased. Soon I heard sound of fighting and I headed in that direction to find the training ground or whatever they called it. I knew I ws drawing more stares, from my dishelved and frowning appearance. I must have looked like hell. Anu and Anzo were sparring against each other, both deep in concentration. I smirked slightly, then frowned as someone walked up behind me.

"Hello beautiful." Came the ever voice and I nearly fainted hearing it from Gaara, obliviously several other people heard it because I gained shocked looks and rather heated glares from the Gaara Fan Club. Snatching a pole from a near by shinobe I whirled slamming it into Gaara's head. It missed. My eyes narrowed. This wasn't right, not right at all. Several shinobe were running at me drawing weapons even as Gaara appeared behind me. I dove the pole between my side and my arm toward his stomach only to have it blocked. Whirling I spun the makeshift staff to see him holding a sai. "What? Did I say something wrong, love?" The 'Gaara' looked hurt and smirked.

I shouted as the shinobe came ever nearer. "Get back all of you and take a good look at this imposter!" I whirled the staff striking out at the said imposter even as the illusion disappeared to reveal Minchato. Several people gasped.

"So, love, how did you know it was me?" He was smirking at me the cocky bastard. "That was my best illusion."

I narrowed my eyes and snapped back. "Three things, fool. One, Gaara doesn't flirt. Two, he blocks with sand not a sai and three," I lunged slamming the staff at his head again, as he grabbed it. "You smell like roses, Minchato."

Minchato laughed, no wonder girls fell in love with him. That bastard was freaking handsome and I wil openly admit it! "What a smart little exile." He smirked. I snarled and lunged at him grappling with the shinobe.

"Don't freaking talk to me about being a exile!" I roared and dug my hand into his arm, to keep the sai from me. "Don't you dare act like you know my past." I whispered and felt myself flying away, as he tossed me like a ragdoll.

"So you are." Chuckled the Rose-man. "I knew there was something about you that was simlair to me. You always like to be alone. A lone woman, or a lone eagle. Hm?" I picked up the staff and whirled it.

My red eyes must have burned with fire. "We are nothing alike." I growled and he lunged at me, a fury of blows. We traded the blows. But I never landed a hit on him, the sai grazing me on several occasions. Freaking bastard was toying with me.

"Hm..." The man lazily juggled the sai, eye looking about boredly. "Your not accepting any help?"

I glared at the crowd. "Like hell, I can finish you myself." That got only a laugh out of the man.

"Really?" He chuckled. "Your no shinobe, little girl, and your beginning to bore me." He lunged and I fell back. I heard myself shout with dismay as the staff went whirling into the crowd. "Hmm... Not even able to hold onto your weapon?" He was starting to look eve more deadly. I edged back slowly. Maybe, taking up the fight was a bad Idea. I ducked the sai. No it was a really bad idea, I swore and dived aside as he brought it down. Hell, fearlessness is never a good thing against shinobe, but now I got myself into a mess and I was going to get out of it so help me-

"Selva Lucanas, I returned to you your power!" Commanded a voice in my head. I knew that voice, Shalin. "I gave you power now FIGHT!" I leapt at the shinobe on that command. Now before you call me insane, remember that when stuck betweem a Goddess of Death and a shinobe you choose the shinobe because at least that way you can go down fighting. I felt my human form fall away as paws pounded against the hard ground. Everything went black and white, sounds became louder and scents... Oh the number of scents. I snarled and saw Minchato smirk. This bastard would get what was coming to him!

"Tired of that eagle form are you?" He chatted. "So now you take the form of a mutt, bitch?" He was laughing, but not for long. I moved, air rushed by me as I felt my fangs tear through the flesh on his arm and blood flow in my mouth. My paws landed on the ground again as I sped away a scream came from behind me. Turning I used my tail like a rudder, dropping the flesh I had torn from the fool who dared to challenge me. Michato looked at me, hatered in his eyes. Blood poured from his arm as he made several hand signs at me. I leaped aside as throns grabbed at me. Lunging I was driven back by the sai. I snarled and felt my fur bristel. I charged again, leaping over him and coming down behind him to savage him. I ignored the thorns that lashed at me and the sai that sunk into my flesh. This two-leg's death was all that mattered! The blood pounded in my veins and I tore at his torso, his shouts and screams mixed with my snarls and gruttal growls. After several blows to my tender nose I was thrown aside, but I didn't land so akwardly this time. Feet hit ground as I staggered. I looked at the male two-legger who had attacked me. I pinned my ears back and bared my bloodied fangs. Minchato looked at me like a man seeing a demon, and to be honest I would have to agree with it. With blood coursing through my fur and eyes of red, I would look like a deamon. As for the bandit's love, his arm was shredded and looked useless as he held the sai in his other hand. His torso was covered in deep gashes and his throat bore marks of my fangs though I had failed to hit the life blood.

We stood there eyeing each other, wondering which would give out first. I snarled as I felt a hand lay on my back. I whirl snapping at it but advoided biting it as Sand fell under my fangs. I growled slightly and nodded a greeting to Gaara. The idiot finally shows up and I was about to finish the gen-jutsu user. "Tch, what is it bitch? Too weak to finish your own fights?" Taunted Minchato Ling. "Useless whelp." I snarled and lunged at him, even as thorny vines sprang out of the ground. I landed on one and sprang away, yelping slightly as the thorns sank into my tender pads. I leaped away and landed on his chest, teeth locked on the arm with the sai. I felt the wolf shap dissolving as I looked at him.

"Never challenge me, for I will never let you touch what I defend." I whispered, it become a snarling growl as I shifted back. Yanking the Sai free Minchato-bastard sliced it down toward me but swore as sand wound about it. I dove my head under the guillton of a sword and closed my fangs on his throat, they were not going to miss the life blood if I pressed down, and paused. I wasn't going to kill this man. I hated death after all, so what was I going to do?

"Let him go Sev." Temari knelt beside me. "We'll deal with him." I half growled and grumbling sort of growl, but I did let go. I looked at her with a look that clearing said, "Don't expect me to let him live again." I grumbled a growl and snapped my fangs just in front of the ashen Ling's face. I slid off the bandit and looked at my fur. Though it was blood soaked the brown-grey coloring was rather obivious. I considered what to do, and how the hell I was going to get back into my normal body, when Kankuro chuckled.

I laid a wolf's stare on him and growled slightly. Kankuro shrugged. "Weren't you a bird before?" I raise a eyebrow, or well, where the eyebrow should be, to say 'Really? Your really had to ask that?'. Then I collasped. Why do I always collaspe after something exciting? Why, kami and Shinigamis? I closed my eyes as I listened to several people chatter about blood loss, and what the hell I was even and how the hell they were suppose to heal me. I opened one eye and saw Minchato being led off as I snapped at any hand that came near. I was not going to be treated like some dog. I was a wolf and I would stand as a wolf. I hauled myself to my feet, or tried to. Okay note to self, I looked at my leg. Don't stand when you have sliced up pads. Now, how the hell was I going to get back to my human form. Answer? I looked at the sky and growled in annoyance. Shinigami, my ass. They can't even tell me how to work this stuff! I looked at the shinobe, who looked fearful I might choose them for my next meal. I snorted and laid my head on my paws, before my tail was stepped on.

Okay people R&R and tell me if you like the story or not. I know I'm not the best with gramar but If there is something majorly wrong I will try to fix it!

Me: There happy?
Selva: Who stepped on my tail?