A/N: I know so far this has all been in Temari's point of view but considering she is unconscious then it would be rather boring from her mind.
Gaara slipped out of the spare room and attempted to get his face under control. He was fixing the sash for his gourd when a hand made itself noticed on his shoulder. He turned to find mint green eyes glaring angrily at his own. He bit his lip angrily suppressing the instinctive yelp of fear.
"Drop it." Gaara's double had a resonantly deep voice that commanded respect and maybe a hint of fear. He felt himself being pressed into the door by a pale arm identical to his own. A puff of smoke revealed not blood red hair, but instead black.
Green had turned into ebony which in turn was starting to bleed into red. Gaara slapped the perfect face and watched with pleasure as shock killed the blossoming Sharingan. Sasuke was a bit dazed by the force of the blow.
"Get out." Gaara dropped Sasuke to the floor and knelt down beside him. After a few moments of watching him catch his breath Gaara leaned in beside Sasuke's ear. His breath grazed against Sasuke's cheek before he finally decided to speak.
"Whatever you think you are doing here…Stop it. Or I will kill you." Gaara rose and entered the room where his sister lay. His threat had been expected and a small part of the black haired boy's thoughts were gloating over how he could predict Gaara's every thought. Sasuke took the chance to dash out before the demon holder found the damages his sibling had sustained.
Sasuke was a blur as he leapt into the desert heading straight towards the forest. In his mind a single sentence blurred into one word. 'Power.' He was going to accomplish his lifelong task. And that demon was going to help him whether it wanted to or not. He just needed more power to get the vessel under control. If all else failed he could always use the girl again. He had seen the look in Gaara's eyes as he inadvertently protected his sibling. Sasuke was going to use that look to his full advantage.
Gaara stood outside the room. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear someone breathing. The heavy breaths seemed to choke the room's occupant. He reached out and pushed the door all the way open. Temari lay half off the couch her dress covering her lower half but it did not have enough material to cover the top. Her skin was badly burned and there were bruises everywhere. The dress was in worse condition than its wearer.
Gaara took a step forward and inspected a rather large one on her neck. His eyes narrowed when he realized what kind of bruise that particular one was. Someone had staked a claim on his sister's body. The wheels of his mind turned as he noticed that someone had also spread aloe over her sunburn in a pathetic attempt to heal it. Someone using his hands had done that. His mind raced over different ways to kill that damned Uchiha. 'He was using my form to take care of her. Why? What comfort could she derive from me?'
He was interrupted by a move from Temari. The girl whimpered and started thrashing against an invisible opponent. Without thinking Gaara quickly pinned her to the futon with his hands clutching her wrists down by her waist. She continued to struggle crying out when she happened to rub a burn against the soft mattress.
"Wake up." His voice was low pitched, but his tone left no room for argument. She stilled beneath him and cracked open one of her dark eyes. Gaara loosened his grip and noticed that new bruises were starting to form on her wrists. He stood and tilted his head down at her. His eyes were calculating and she could tell that he was not really looking at her.
"Where…" Her question was cut off by a body shaking cough. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Where am I?" Her voice cracked as her throat protested the fact that it was being used for more than whimpers.
"A hotel." His short answer gave much to be desired. She waited for a second or two for him to elaborate and sighed when it became apparent that he was not going to. Temari struggled to a sitting position before realizing what kind of a show she was putting on for her sibling.
Her face flushed and even brighter red as she snatched up her dress to cover herself. She belatedly realized that she could have been stark naked in front of him and he still would not have cared.
Sheepishly she raised her eyes to his face to find that he had stopped paying attention to her. His gaze was drawn out the window behind her. She inspected Gaara for a second as his attention was placed away from her. He seemed different from before. 'Obviously he has reverted back to his old state.' Finally her curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask.
"What are you looking at?" She twisted around to see before a hand was placed over her eyes. His hand was warm and a few grains of sand rubbed against her temple. Her breath hitched as she realized that this was the first time he touched her with his hands when he could have just as easily used sand to block her sight.
"You would not want to see this." Her curiosity grew stronger and she pried his fingers away from her face. Shock swept through her as she saw what hung outside. Her beautiful fan was in tatters. The entire left side was soaked in blood and the supports for it were shattered leaving jagged stumps in their wake. She did not resist when Gaara turned her around.
Just as he was about to leave her arms shot out and twisted around his waist. He stood with a slight grimace on his face as he wondered why his sand had not attacked her. Gaara glanced down as he felt his shirt start to grow damp with her tears. Awkwardly he placed a hand on Temari's head. Uncertainty flickered across his face before he grasped her hair and yanked her away from him. He flung her back onto the futon and strode out of the room without a backward glance.
A/N: I am sorry it took so long. I had gotten a couple comments that Gaara had been slipping out of character and it gave me an idea so I changed the whole plot. As always please review…it makes me happy.
