I re-edited this to the best of my abilities.

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Their voices were deep and ragged; they must have been training all day. Uchiha Sasuke was exactly where he wanted him to be and tired too, so fighting wasn't going to be a problem. He wanted to kill him, slaughter him, and leave his rotting carcass for the rats. His mind flashed back to Sakura and how she would react. But it didn't matter, he hated the Uchiha and there was nothing stopping him.

His third eye formed in his hand before it rose into the air to watch the pair train. The Uchiha was with his silver haired master. He wasn't sure as to what they were doing, but there was lighting coming out of their hands. It looked powerful, but it was nothing Gaara couldn't fight against.

"We know you're there, so just come out." Kakashi spoke out.

Sasuke stopped and watched as Gaara casually walked out from behind the corner, his expression was emotionless as usual. The two genins glared at each other with despise, wanting to beat the other up. Kakashi quickly took notice of this and interjected.

"You're Gaara of the sand I presume, what are you doing here?"

"Walking."

"More like spying."

"If that is what you think."

"Did someone send you here?"

"I take orders from no one." Gaara turned his back to them and made ready to leave.

"Don't turn away from us." Sasuke growled, but Kakashi put a hand on his shoulder. This time they had to let the sand shinobi go, there were more important things to take care of.

His never walked away from something he wanted to annihilate, but it wasn't the right time. He would wait until their battle at the final rounds of the exam, knowing Sakura would be there to watch; he would destroy him right in front of her.

He needed to vent out his frustration, and he knew exactly who he would take it upon; the monobrow freak Rock lee and the annoying Naruto. It was hard to believe shinobis like them could act like nothing was wrong with the world. Jealousy started boiling inside him again, knowing that they were closer to Sakura than he could ever be.

He protected her, he watched her, he would do anything for her and yet he still resented her. All he could feel was hatred and anger, no matter how hard he tried, there was no love left in him. He never fully understood the word or what it truly meant, he had thought he knew it's meaning; but it was all a lie.

There was kindness in her eyes, even when she was fighting; there was never a glimmer of resentment. Her smile was pure; she would never do anything harmful intentionally. She deserved better than him, someone who truly cared for her and didn't toy around with her feelings like he did. He was just a phase and soon she'd move on.

Enough of your depressing ranting!

Gaara snapped back into reality and got back onto his feet, angry at himself for losing his guard and searched the area for any approaching enemy. He was losing his mind and it was all because of her. She drove him mad and he couldn't stop it, there was only one way to clear his head; kill. And he knew just who to start with.

Sakura quietly stepped into the flower shop and searched the small area for some bright and fresh flowers. Her eyes immediately fell on the Daffodil, the beautiful yellow flower stood out among the rest with its simplicity and charm.

"Well, well, well what do we have here? Little miss Sakura coming to our shop to buy our flowers."

"Yeah so?" Sakura refused to face her opponent, knowing where the conversation could possibly head.

"You aren't going to go visit Sasuke are you?"

Damn it!

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Just shut up Ino."

"I knew it!" The blonde jumped over the counter and nudged Sakura on the side, "I'm going too!"

"He isn't the only person I'm going to visit." Sakura picked up three Daffodils and smiled at them, happy with her choice.

"Why are you picking those?"

"Because they're beautiful and shows great charisma like Naruto and Rock lee, even in the dead of winter; it'll still bloom and patiently wait for spring to arrive."

"Since when were you the master of flowers?" Ino picked up a red rose and waved it in Sakura's face, "I'm going to give Sasuke this as a symbol of my undying love!"

"How typical of you." She turned her back to her and headed for the counter.

"Oh wait Sakura, have you heard?"

"About what?"

"Rock lee… they said his injuries were so severe that he can never be a shinobi again…"

What…

She didn't know what to say, as she sat there in the hospital; images of Rock Lee popped into her head. He would never be a shinobi again; the thought haunted her mind and made her sick to her stomach. And she knew it was all because of Gaara. Sakura looked down the halls of the hospital and sighed in discomfort, her day was going down the drain. Instead of seeing her friends again, her guilt was soaring through the roof. Her heart couldn't take any more bad news; the flowers in her hand began to look like they were wilting, the life was being sucked out of them.

Ino was sitting next to her, humming away like nothing wrong had just happened. It didn't surprise her that he only person she would be worried about was Sasuke. Her fingers were twitching; it was talking too long just to pay a visit. She got up and walked over to the window for some fresh air, until she noticed nurses gathering around a figure on the ground.

"Oh my…that's Rock lee!"

She jumped through the open window, followed by Ino, and ran to his side. He was doing agonizing pushups while the nurses pleaded for him to stop. It was tearing her heart inside and out to watch, she knew he was struggling to accept that he could no longer be a shinobi.

"Please lee, stop this now, you'll reopen your wounds again!" A nurse cried out.

"No! I am strong enough to do this…one hundred and ninety…" He finally collapsed from fatigue.

Sakura was by his side, watching with watery eyes as he passed out. Nurses ran to him with a lift and carried him back to his room. She shook her head with anger.

"Why the hell do boys always do this?"

He arrived in the east wing area, where there wasn't that many people. This way he would not be interrupted interruptions. He'd get rid of the brow freak first, and the blonde. There was hardly any sound except for the beeping of the hospital machines and his footsteps that echoes through the hall ways. Total and utter silence, just like how it was supposed to be. He moved through the hallways like a ghost, gliding past open doors of sleeping patients and medicine rooms with nurses who weren't paying attention to their surroundings.

The sitting target was nearby, he could feel it. It had disappeared momentarily at first which disturbed him, but now it was alone and still in an empty room; ready to be slaughtered.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where Uzumaki Naruto is staying in?"

He recognized that voice. He thought he had closed everything off, shut the world behind him; especially that voice. She couldn't be here, not now. Not when he was about to kill someone precious to her. He had to do this, regardless if she saw or not.

He hurried past other rooms until he came to a single door at the end of the hallway, it was closed and held a sign above reading; do not disturb.

His mind to that day during the exams, when his equally freak of a teacher stopped them right before he finished monobrow off. No one got in between him and his prey, soon his blood shall spill all over these floors and all will see his wrath. His head was hurting again, but he wouldn't let this stop him, he opened the door and stepped into the room.

He was sleeping on the bed, with a single flower by his side. Gaara made his way to the bed side and glared down at the body. An evil smirk crossed his face; soon he will never wake up from this sleep.

Ciao.