Gaara swept from his inn room, ignoring whatever Temari and Shikamaru were doing in her room and whatever Kankurou was doing in his. Even though the occasional bangs and crashes were intriguing.

Gaara swept through the streets of Konoha, zoning in on the crashes, screams, roars and bangs coming from the hospital, even though he was on the other side of the village.

... Not to mention the huge chakara pressure((eheh... sorry. i'm a bleach fan too! cut me some slack!)) ... It was making the air difficult to breathe.

Gaara knew he was taking too much time walking, so he decided on getting there a different way.

Shizune pushed her bruised back against the wall as Naruto turned to face her. The dust was thick in the air, and so was the chakara, making Shizune choke and gasp, but Naruto hardly seemed to take any notice.

Naruto walked toward Shizune, his fangs bared, his clawed hands twitching, his hair fluttering under the thick layer of scarlet chakara. Shizune stared into Naruto's eyes. They were blood red, but something stirred behind them.

Naruto went to reach out at Shizune when the door burst open with a bang, Naruto withdrawing his clawed hand in a flash.

Five doctors burst in and froze at the sight of Naruto.

"... Kyuubi...!" gasped one of them.

"That bakemono...!" gasped another.

Naruto twitched.

"Again... With those hateful eyes..." whispered Naruto to himself. "... Again... WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!"

Naruto's roar echoed around the room and suddenly his chakara pulsed, shattering the glass windows, straining the walls, shoving back book cases, tables and people, numerous deep cracks appearing in the walls from strain.

The only thing that was untouched was Tsunade and her bed.

Shizune gasped and choked, clutching her chest. Having been the one closest to Naruto, Shizune had been given the most pressure, pushing her against the wall. Knocking the wind out of her.

An insanely maniac grin came over Naruto's face as he looked at the doctors of whom were struggling to get up.

"I'll get rid of those hateful eyes... Once and for all... I'll rip them out..."

Gaara appeared in a flurry of sand on the hospital's doorstep, immedietly stepping over a nurse who was lying on the ground, struggling to breathe, and running up the corridors and up the stairs. The air was so heavy, almost making it impossible to lift a leg as he ran up the white stairs.

As he jumped up onto the third landing, he saw numerous cracks in the floor, walls and ceiling.

"DAMN YOUR COLD EYES! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" came a familiar voice screaming an unfamiliar call.

There was a huge explosion and Gaara was flung backwards. Just as his back was about to hit the sharp edges of the stairs, sand appeared out of nowhere and shielded him, stopping him sliding down the stairs.

Gaara got the sand to push him back to his feet and he choked on the dust that was thick in the air, slowly walking forward and through a doorway.

What he saw as the dust cleared was not a pretty sight.

((TBC. i wrote this chapter a while ago, but i needed to check if it would fit properly with the next chapter before i posted it. next chapter will be up really soon, and, PopeYoda1, thanks for the encouraging words! X3))