Ino sat down in the big comfy red chair in the Academy Library. It's been a long day, from Japanese Language classes from 8:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m., then Karate and Jujutsu classes from 3:00 to 7:45. This 34 year old teacher was worn out. She gave a deep sigh of exhaustion, and rubbed her sleepy, sleepy eyes.

"Hello, Ma'am…" a male voice from behind her whispered as not to interrupt the study session. Ino hated Tuesdays because of this. Every goddamned Tuesday, a new person would be sitting behind her, watching how she helped the students with their studies. EVERY bloody Tuesday…every….idiotic…stupid, retarded…

"WHAT?!" Ino screamed back, purely irritated. This, my dear readers has been going on for the past fourteen years.

"I think you might find this of use…" he smiled a warm and happy smile, his eyes sad, and distant. The first thing for a Yamanaka to do, whenever talking to someone, is to look into the person's eyes. They revealed feelings, thoughts, emotions… Only if eyes were unreadable, would you know that someone has come face to face with a Yamanaka, or had been interrogated somehow, somewhere before.

She looked down at the object being given to her. It was a small DVD. She couldn't help but notice he wore gloves, with a metallic plate proudly presenting the Suna sign. To Americans… it was a Judo club in Idaho.

Her breath got stuck in her thought. Slowly, she looked back up at him…her eyes twinkling, tears on the verge of spilling.

"How did you…?"

"Yamanaka-san…(speaking in Japanese) This has the past fourteen years of Gaara's life recorded to it. Oh, and you don't look a day over 25. Maybe it's the training and American cosmetics that keep a fine lady like yourself seemingly young forever…" He stood up, and walked a few feet away, before stopping, as if contemplating. After a few moments, he said something…something that made Ino cry. She stood up, ran up to him and hugged the Suna messenger. She took the CD…this was it. It was time for her children to meet their father.

--------- 2 MONTHS LATER, Janurary 11th, a week before Gaara's birthday---------

"MOM!!!!!!!!!!" Akira screamed through the whole male boarding house.

"Akira, what's wrong…."

"Where did you put the periwinkle paint?"

"What periwinkle paint?"

"You know…the one I was supposed to paint Tora-san's bedroom with?

"TORA-CHAN IS COMING TOO?"

"You know her…?"

"Look, Akira, I never touched the periwinkle paint…I don't even know what it looks like…what color it is…or anything."

"Mom, it's a can of PAINT, and it's PERIWINKLE..the color…you know the shade of blue…"

"I knew that…"

"Sure you did…" Akira rolled his eyes… "NOW WHERE IS IT?"

"Umm…dunno, ask your sister…."

(The girls bathroom is right down the hall…)

"HOW COME I ALWAYS HAVE TO KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS!? IF SOMEONE ASKS ME FOR SOMETHING AGAIN, I SWEAR I'LL CRUSH EVERY FRICKIN' BONE THAT EXISTIS IN THEIR PUNY LITTLE BODIES!!" Ayame screamed from the bathroom, from down the hall.

Ino gasped… It's what Gaara used to say when we were at the SPA all those years ago. Everyone would rely on him to find things, everyone would rely on him to know where things were. Once he said that threat, no one asked him for anything again. Ayame sure did inherit her dad's psychoticness. Oh if she only knew… A sad face crept up on the blonde 34 year old.

"Mom," a male voice, a little too desperate asked.

Ino shook her head as if to shoo away the thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Where's the periwinkle paint?"

"Ask you sister…"

"WHAT DID I SAY JUST NOW!!!"

The blonde and the red head cringed.

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"Are all the rooms painted?"

"Mrs. Roxenburg…you only said to paint ONE room…for Tora and Gaara-sama…" Akira reminded

"YOU HAVEN'T PAINTED ALL THIRTY-ONE ROOMS!?"

"THIRTY-ONE?!" (anime wide eyes with no pupils or irises, and anime sweatdrop…)

"WE HAVE A WEEK, AND NOT EVEN THE ROOM'S WERE PREPARED?!"

"WE DIDN'T KNOW!"

"IT SAYS IN THE ITENIRARY VERY CLEARLY MR. YAMANAKA, THIRTY-ONE ROOMS, AND THE COLORS EACH ROOM SHOULD BE PAINTED IN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"

"YOU MEAN I PAINTED THE ROOM IN THIRTY ONE DIFFERENT COLORS FOR NO REASON!?"

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"IT SAID, HERE LOOK," (Akira pulls out the itinerary and points to the page), "LOOK IT SAYS…ONE ROOM, PAINT ROOM IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER WITH THESE COLORS. SEE… ROOM 31, FLOOR 3, HALL 22, GAARA-SAMA AND TORA'S BEDROOM. COLORS: BLOOD RED, PERIWINKLE, ORANGE, GREEN, PURPLE, INDIGO, MASHED POTATOE YELLOW, BLUE, AQUA, LIGHT PINK, PINK, HOT PINK, SEA GREEN, FOREST GREEN, GREY, LAVENDER, VIOLET, THE COLOR OF PUKE…" Akira was outraged by now…the pink sequence was bad enough, but the COLOR OF PUKE….

"Yes, yes, I see…you don't have to read anymore, Mr. Yamanaka. This is my fault, but you will still have to repaint Gaara's room, AND paint all the other ones."

If it could have, Akira's jaw to have hit, and crashed to bits and pieces at the floor. Sadly, his jaw wasn't capable of doing that.

"Happy painting…YAMANAKA-SAN…"

"I swear someone out there is out to destroy my life," Akira mumbled, stuffing his hands into his pocket, and walking away.

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Room 21, DEEP DEEP shade of purple… about 3 days later

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"Stupid…retarded….evil….gotta…man I hate…"

"Akira….what are you mumbling about?"

"Oh, it's nothing…"

"Yea, man, it is… you seem pretty upset…"

"Andrew…my life is turning against me, and now, death itself hates me, so life decided to make my life a misery….nothing new…"

"How does what you just said make ANY sense at all…."

"Just paint…."

"So…" after about 20 minutes, Andrew broke the silence…. "Whose beloved room are we painting…?"

"My moms… this will be her room. Apparently, she knows this Gaara and Tora, so she'll be staying with them…."

"STOP MUMBLING! I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD OF WHAT YOU JUST SAID!" Apparently, Andrew was getting annoyed.

"I…said..paint…" Akira had that old Gaara kinda talk that seemed as if it was (Do as I say, and you MIGHT not die…) Oh…If the children only knew.

"Shit!"

"What now, Andrew?"

"We forgot to move something…that I cannot see…" a bewildered Andrew was touching air, trying to figure out the trick to making it appear again.

Akira slowly stood up…walked over to the counter, and said a silent incantation. The little bedside table appeared.

"Wow, how'd ya do that?!"

"Shut up and help me move this…"

---- 2 hours later---

"Face it, Ace (Akira's American Nickname: AAN) we can't make this thing budge…"

Someone decided at that very moment to drop a gourd down from the sky…making it crash and spill sand everywhere…

"What the hell just happened?"

"I swear the person who dropped that…will die…"

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"Maybe I can use the sand to move it…" Akira sighed walking over to the neat, freshly sweep pile of sand.

"Akira…?"

"Ever since I was young I was able to move sand…and I can produce iron sand myself…."

Andrew wasn't buying this.

Andrew place his hand over the heap, and felt a surge of…something…go through him, and out his palm. As if by magic the sand swayed over and picked up the bedside table, then fell apart, letting the bedside crash to the floor… Now it was broken AND still in the same place. Someone was really out to kill Akira…

"Hey…what's this?" Andrew asked picking up a DVD.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I KNOW?!"

"It says…Gaara's Life.. and beneath that it's written in some kinda script…"

"Gimme that…" Akira read the Japanese, and with every word, the horror of it was piecing itself together, until he dropped the DVD, and fainted.

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I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME AGES TO UPDATE!! I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!! REALLY…I AM SO SORRY!!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! Anyway..I hope you liked this chapter. It wasn't one of my best…it wasn't that long, and I hope you can figure out the dialog for most of it. Reviews are appreciated, even if they are:

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Thank you… I promise it wont take the rest of the chapters so long to come out. Sequel name is being changed, but I don't know to what…oh and it will be a Humor/Romance M rated fic. It will also be about 20 chapters…Thank you to all those who reviewed and liked it so far, and I hope you like the sequal even more!