Black Roses666: Once again, an update! It's Christmas break and all so I now have the time to type up the update! Hope you guys like it and all.

We basically switch over to Olha here, so, yah. XD

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Dance 11: The Encounter

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BOOM!

Olha Mitsu no Sabaku's hand was merely millimeters away from touching the handle of the enormous door before her when she heard the explosion. Like instinct, her head swiftly turned towards the direction Gaara and the four children headed whence they parted ways at a near-neck-breaking speed. It was when the event fully registered in her mind that she allowed her hand to fall back to her side lifelessly.

Her husband was now in battle.

She allowed her bright blue orbs to travel back to the grand gate in front of her, wondering for the first time that day if all of this is really going to be worth it. Who knew what lies in the future?

Questions filled her mind – will we come out safe? Will Reiko be alright? Will they be able to finally prosper as a real family with no worries deep in their hearts? – Only a few amongst the uncountable amount fully came to the light.

Taking her time, she looked at her familiar surroundings. How long has it been since she came to this place? Everything was just as she remembered it as a child. Her father, back when she would look at him with a smile full of untainted pride and happiness, would bring her at that very spot every day, telling her stories.

Back then, she actually believed him and his words of encouragement. She trusted him with her life to keep her safe from anything that could hurt and torture. She believed that he would always be by her side, ready to protect her…

Now, it all just left a bad taste in her mouth.

Whoever decided to pose as her late mother, Maya Livarte, surely did her research. Just like her mom, Olha, too, possessed an uncanny ability to remember Events of the past by standing, or being told an area/event related to the past.

Henceforth, the handwriting eerily similar to that of the deceased Maya Livarte and the place where she stood complimented every single frame of the memories in her mind.

How she hated the uncalled flashback that came to her…

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"Otosan…" a small voice echoed throughout the halls, "who are those people staring at us? Why aren't they blinking?"

A low chuckle followed afterwards, the sound bouncing back from the walls in the same way as the little one's. The owner of the voice, a man in about his late 20's, turned to the three year old girl with dark blue hair and bright blue eyes, who was seemingly engaged in a staring contest with one of the portraits.

"Olha, those aren't real people. They are just pictures of them painted onto a white piece of paper. You can't win in a staring contest with any of them." He resisted the urge to shake his head hopelessly. He probably started to think if he was like that back when he was his dear daughter's age.

"So you mean they're dead, Otosan?" Olha looked at him.

Another laugh escaped the father. "Well…that can be another way to put it…"

The girl looked back at the paintings in innocent curiosity. As her inexperienced brain knew, "dead" means that a person cannot move and cannot breathe, so forth came her thought that the paintings before her: dead. "Who are they, Otosan?" she asked, tugging her father's pants with big eyes.

Etero Livarte grinned at his daughter. How sweet her eyes were! It seemed impossible for one to be this cute and untainted, but that's how all children are, and then they grow up…

But Etero did not want to plunge into that topic just yet.

Seeing that Olha was too engrossed in the multiple faces of the different identities of the Livartes before he and her, Etero decided to sneak his arms around her, unexpectedly, and abruptly lifted her up to sit on his shoulders. She laughed as his hands brushed her ticklish spots, and hugged her father's head with a big grin on her face.

"Those people, Olha dear, are the strongest of all Livartes. They were all amazing people with unbelievable strength and unbeatable powers." He spoke, gesturing towards each portrait.

"Wow! They must be so awesome, ne, Otosan?" even without looking, the Mizukage knew in an instant that his daughter's bright blue eyes were already sparkling with happiness.

"These people were also the greediest of all Livartes." Etero added in a sigh, "people who would do anything for the sake of power."

"But Otosan is not like that!" Olha perked up, "you're the nicest and kindest and bestest father I have!"

"Olha…" he glanced up at her grinning face, "I'm your only father…"

She only ignored him and stared back up at the pictures adorning the wall before them. "Will you have a picture also, Otosan?"

"Maybe." Was all Etero said as he turned and began to walk away with Olha still on his shoulders, "we'll see soon."

"Yay! I want Otosan to have the biggest and bestest picture than anyone else 'coz Otosan is the strongest person ever!"

"Trust me, Olha; you wouldn't want me to have a picture."

"Why not, Otosan?"

"Some things are better left unsaid."

"Do you want to have a picture?"

"…maybe…"

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Olha never knew why he said that she wouldn't want his picture up on the wall until she discovered her wind powers at five years old. She loathed him from the very pits of her heart, wondering why, in her previous life, she lived him like no tomorrow.

Yes, all of that now left a bitter taste of betrayal in her tongue.

The wall hasn't changed at all since that time at all. She was the only Livarte sacrifice in her generation, and now that she remembered this place, she wouldn't forgive herself, ever, if there will end up being four new pictures posted on this wall.

Kaido, Rina, Rio, Hikari…she needs to save those four as much as she needs to rescue sweet Reiko. She has to save them, just how Gaara saved her back all those years ago. Those five are on the top of her list of priorities and her dear husband's as well. After all, only he could understand the pain of being a Livarte…the pain of being an outcast.

She has to be brave for them, just this once; she doesn't want others to witness the same, excruciating pain she had to endure as she grew up. No; no child deserved that kind of punishment just because they're different; just because they are who they are.

She and Gaara knew that hands down.

After taking in a deep breath, the bluenette slowly pressed her palm on the doorway, ready to face whatever may lie for her inside…

…provided she was even given the opportunity to open the gate…

"Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?" a low tone bellowed, followed by the footsteps of four others.

Instantaneously, the bluenette turned, her hand detaching for the door as a result. Surrounding her were five Mist Jounins, no doubt from the Livarte clan. She eyed each one carefully, recognizing a few as the spoiled children of her uncles, as well as measuring up the chakra of her opponents.

The odds are simply too little for her. They were all trained well, just like her, but they have more experience. She almost cursed the disadvantage of not having enough training as a kid.

"Wait a minute – oh dear gods, it's Olha!" one of them perked up, "the first outcast who managed to escape our dungeons in our history…how lucky!"

"Yeah…we'll become legends if we kill her now! We can redeem Etero-sama's name and be honored!" another one spoke.

The female in question took in a deep breath. If power wouldn't get her out of this mess, then brains would. She took one more look at her surroundings, quickly accumulating her chances, allowing her memory of everything learned in the Livarte clan fill her mind. Gaara's calmness and his knack for strategies were surely wearing on her after staying with him for so long. She kept a mental note to thank him later on.

Finally, an answer came to her.

She straightened herself, regaining her composure, twirling her wrists secretly at her back.

"I know you…"she smiled, looking at the one of them who recognized her face, "you're Kuro (1) Livarte's little brother, aren't you? You've certainly grown a lot since I last saw you! You used to be such a little boy; you would hug my knees every time you see me!"

As expected, everyone's attention was immediately turned to the boy, who glared at Olha. "You killed my older brother!"

Back to Olha, whose smile just grew, "Don't be in denial, he brought it upon himself. He angered Sabaku no Gaara, and sealed his fate." She inserted a shrug to add to the effect.

Inside, beneath her smile, she was cursing non-stop. The air around her was growing impatient. She can feel it eager to be used as she willed it to be used, and yet one wrong move could ruin her plan. She has to finish up the one most important thing first: diverting everyone's attention.

"That changes nothing! He was supposed to be the next Mizukage, but you and your husband just had to mess everything up for him!"

"Ouch, I'm hurt. As I recall, you looked up to me like an older sister and even loved me more than your older brother. What happened to you now? You're not even calling me Olha-neechan anymore!"

The other four Livartes suddenly glared at the boy she was conversing with.

"Tha-that wasbefore I knew she was an outcast!" the boy attempted to atone for an unspoken sin.

'There we go!'

Using the time given to her, she formed a few hand symbols at the fastest speed she could and screamed out, "Blinding Gust no Jutsu!"

The five directed their awareness back to Olha. The wind rushed towards them sharply, as if freed from some kind of purgatory, and blinded their eyes with its cool air.

Due to the lack of air about her, it only lasted a while before the attack ceased, but the bluenette made sure that not a second was wasted. By the time the wind died, she was back at the front of the door holding one of the portraits.

"Let go of my father's painting!"

Olha smirked and removed a kunai, pointing it threateningly at the throat area of the persona on the image. As she could remember, these paintings are legend to them all, and the desecration of one is a horrible blow to the Livartes' pride and ego.

"Nobody comes near!" she ordered, stiffening all five Jounins.

All of them were wrapped around her little finger now…

"Tsk, tsk…now, now Olha; there is no need to be harsh." A new voice came from the side.

A lady walked in, her hair slightly white from old age. A growl escaped Olha Mitsu's lips.

"Tara Livarte…" her cruel stepmother's name was like poison.

"No, Olha; call me 'mom'."

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(1) Kuro: Remember him? From chapter 15, 24, and 29 of A Dance with a Sandman? The guy who asked Gaara why he was in love with Olha? Yeah! That guy! XD

Black Roses666: Hahaha! And this marks the end of this chapter. Thank you everyone and please review!

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