The more I write, the more I want to write. I'm working on the 7th chapter now.
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The Attack
When Gaara woke up, he was in a house. He wasn't a morning person, though, so he couldn't remember why. He put his gourd on, and decided to see who's house it was. The first room he looked into was a kitchen, and perfectly clean. It was a female, then, as males didn't have houses this clean.
The next room Gaara looked into was a bathroom, with feminine soaps and looking slightly less clear, though still above average. It was a pale yellow, which Gaara liked much better than white. She has good taste, too.
The third room was a bedroom. It was lavender, though Gaara thought of it as being purple. The bed had a canopy, but it was sheer, and Gaara could still see the person in it.
She had short black hair and one of the straps on the spaghetti strap nightgown was sliding down her shoulder. Once again, Gaara had the urge to do something, but wasn't sure what. He watched her. Then he remembered the events of the previous night. Hyuuga Hinata, a shy, kind girl. She was smiling in her sleep, and looked happy, as if something good had happened.
But what good could have happened between the time he fell asleep and the time she did? Suddenly, a flood of memories came unbidden.
When his mother had died, leaving him in the hands of his hateful father. He remembered the feel of her blood, which he had tried to put back into her body and only succeeded in getting it all over his hands and sash.
He remembered trying to wash that sash, and the way he had blistered he hands and fallen into the lake he was washing it in. There were still pale pink spots on it from that time, though you couldn't see them unless you looked.
He remembered the first assassin, how he had attacked Gaara without warning, and how the demon inside of him had awoken at that time. He remembered the way the blood had splattered all over him, and he had liked it, yet been horrified at the same time.
He remembered when he had decided that killing made him feel alive. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to kill her. She would die.
Sasuke heard a scream in the distance. "Kakashi-sensei, I'm going to go see who that is." He said before heading towards the sound. He traveled as fast as he could, homing in on the strange noises and more familiar screams. He was surprised to find himself at Hinata's house, but if she was in trouble, she would have less of a chance then the other girls. He went in.
When he got to her bedroom, he froze. Gaara was trying to murder her for no apparent reason. He was using an incredible amount of sand, and Hinata wasn't going to survive much longer at this rate. He used the element of surprise to throw about a dozen knives at Gaara. Four of them hit, and Gaara started to crumble, instantly, his sand surrounded him, and when it came at Sasuke, Gaara was completely okay.
Sasuke knew instantly that he didn't stand a chance. Gaara was immortal, invincible, or he might not even be real. Sasuke decided to take Hinata, who was unconscious now, to safety and let the older people take care of Gaara. He jumped over to Hinata and picked her up. She was a bit to light, but that could wait.
He ran to the window, and jumped out. (It was a one-story building.) He ran towards the hospital, aware that Gaara was following. Luckily, it was still to early for anyone to be awake. At the hospital, as soon as the nurse saw Hinata, she called for a stretcher. Once Hinata was safely in a hospital room, the nurse asked Sasuke what had happened. He told her about Gaara and what he had been doing to Hinata.
"Oh my goodness!" she said. "But that means that Hinata's house will be in shambles and that there's now a soulless murderer in Konoha!"
Sasuke nodded. "Soulless might ever be true. When my knives hit him, he didn't bleed; he cracked, as if he is sand, and not just a controller of sand. Yet there are some people who have managed to touch him, and they said that he's human."
"Take it to the Hokage." She said. "He's the only one here that will know what to do."
Please review. Don't complain yet, this is just the beginning.
