A/N: Personally, I think this chapter is horrible. For now, I am out of ideas on what's going to happen, so don't expect an update soon. But anyways...ENJOY to the fullest extent.

numberTWO: Temari's Mistake, Kankuro's Salvation

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BAM. Gaara could be heard chuckling in the background, almost satisfied at what he had done. Pain was good, it taught people lessons. At least, after this, Temari wouldn't be able to bother him anymore.

No more of her annoyance…

He grinned a deathly grin at his sister, who was dripping in blood.

The red liquid was everywhere. It covered the walls, the demon's clothes, and the wind master's clothes. There was no sign of mercy in Gaara's actions.

"Please…" The sandy blonde's voice was weak. She would've begged, but she knew that if she even tried to stand, her knees would give out. "Please…I didn't mean it…"

He didn't say anything, instead, sand began to form on his face. Soon, the familiar armor of sand that was, and still is, Gaara's specialty, covered his body. His eyes had a pure sense of insanity, of hate in its purest form. There was no doubt that if this continued, Temari would die. She knew it herself.

Gaara began to concentrate his chakra, and Temari knew what was in store. Sabaku SouSou, Desert Graveyard. She could already feel the coarse feeling of the grain against the skin on her ankles.

"Please…." Temari begged one last time.

How pathetic, begging. I DEPISE BEGGING.

The sand coffin was almost complete; Temari could almost see her life flashing before her eyes…

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"Nee-chan…where are we going?"

"Come on Gaara, I want to show you something."

She stuck her hand into a little chest, with gold trims and a red background. There was velvet covering on the inside.

"What is it?"

She pulled it out. In her hand was a little stone of jade, with gold trims making a 'T'.

"It's Mom's."

"Really?" The little boy continued. "What does it mean?"

"She said she got this from an ancient civilization,"

He looked really interested.

"What it means is…well, they believed that the heart was the source of our memories, thoughts, and feelings."

"So why is that so important?"

"Wherever you go little brother…" She stated. "Mom will always be with us…because her heart is a part of yours; it'll go wherever you will."

"Why?"

"Because of love, Gaara."

"Love?"

"Love."

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Temari didn't realize what was happening. All she knew was that she couldn't breathe, she was suffocating, and yet, she did nothing.

This was it, the end.

But it wasn't… she heard something in the distance.

"STOP!" It sounded like Kankuro, but it couldn't have been. That retard was too stupid to notice, to care about her.

"Gaara-sama…" The older of the two boys spoke with care, he was being very careful. "Forgive her just this once, please?"

The red-haired kid glared at him.

What? Let her go? I'm too close to do that now.

"You've taught Temari a lesson already…" He went on his knees, pleading for her safety. "Let it stop…"

There it is again…pathetic little creatures. Begging and pleading…

Kankuro was still on the ground, kneeling in front of the unconscious Temari. "Find it in your heart to forgive her…"

I don't have a heart…Feeling are for weaklings. AND I REFUSE TO BE A WEAKLING.

With a kick, Gaara sent Kankuro across the room. "Get out of my way."

For some reason, the determined brother did not give up. "Please." Unlike Temari's beg, this one was firm, it was confident.

Why don't you just give up?

To Gaara, this was taking way too long. He turned to Kankuro's direction. "Hn. You're so pathetic, on the floor like that, begging." The demon child looked up at the ceiling, he seemed almost in a reverie. "There's no fun in killing you anymore."

No fun.

He spun around so his back faced the boy on the floor.

Just no fun.