Disclaimer: I don't own Gaara or his little friends. Amanda is mine. sigh I hate writing disclaimers...

A/N: Sorry about the cliff hanger. I thought it would be more amusing this way. XD

"What are you doing in my room?" I demanded of my unexpected visitor.

Gaara was standing at my window, looking down into the courtyard. He glanced over his shoudler at me for a second before returning his gaze outside.

I narrowed my eyes. Either I was halucinationg from blood loss, or he wasn't glareing at me, but had one of those looks that a kid gets when they get seperated from their parents in a busy store. That strange lonely look.

I watched him for a minute or two before limping to my bed and sitting down. He still hadn't turned around or said a word. I bent over to undo my sandles and he stepped away from the window and was standing beside me when I sat up straight again.

"I heard what you said." He said to me in his strange, far-too-calm-to-be-good voice.

"I say a lot of things, you'll have to specify." I said dully.

"Before the attack, when you were talking to Kankuro. I heard you." he said as he continued to stand beside me.

I looked up at him and shrugged, "I'm glad someone was listening, because he doesn't seem to have heard a damn word that I said." I sighed, "If you are going to stay and talk to me, would you at least sit down. You're making me nervous." To my surprise he actually sat down on the bed a few feet away from me.

He didn't say anything for a while so I prodded my leg where I had been hit with the knife, witch, I realized with a start, was still in my hand. My leg didn't hurt much anymore, just a dull throb, but it had bled through the bandage. I decided to break the silence.

"Oh yeah, sorry." I said as I glanced at Gaara who was watching me.

"Hn?" He looked slightly confused for a moment.

"I made a noise, I promised I wouldn't. I don't usually break promises, so if you want me to keep my mouth shut tomorrow too, I will." I said with a shrug as I looked at the floor. I was begining to feel uncomfortable with him in the room, just sitting there watching me.

He shrugged slightly before looking out the window.

"And thanks for...saving my ass." I said as I stood up suddenly and went to the bathroom. Maybe there were more bandages in there. I opened the small cabnit under the sink and I was surpried to find an assortment of bandages and ointments in a nice little box with a large red cross painted on the front. I grabbed the box and returned to my room, not surprised to see sand man still sitting on my bed. I wondered if he wanted something from me, or if he did this with other people often. It seemed vaguely stalker-esque.

I seated myself on the floor and opened the small box and was surprised when Gaara had stood up, and taken the box from me. I watched as he kneeled to my left and unwound the hastily done bandage that Kankuro had done. For someone who killed people, he had a gentle touch.

He set the bloodied bandage to the side and pulled out a small spray bottle and sprayed the wound. What ever was in the bottle stung a little bit, but I reasoned it had to be rubbing alcohol or something of the sort. He put the bottle back and pulled out a small jar. He twisted off the top and scooped some out on his finger and rubbed it none too gently on my leg.

I yelped and he looked at me. Still no glare, but like my mom used to when I complained about her hurting me when she was rubbing neosporine into a scrape from playing too rough. I shrugged and he rewrapped a fresh bandage around my leg.

We sat there in silence for a minute or two before I heard a knock at my door, I turned as whoever it was, spoke.

"Ah-chan? You awake?" It was Temari. Apparently she had gotten the message from Kankuro that I wanted to talk to her. I looked back to Gaara but he was gone, and there was a handful of sand where he had just been. I blinked and stared at the sand for a second.

"Yeah, come on in."

She opened the door and peeked her head in for a second before opening the door all the way.

"What happened? There's blood all over the hallway and I can't find Gaara. Kankuro said something about how you wanted to see me and then he left. What the hell is going on?" She stood in my doorway with her hands on her hips.

I scooted to the side and used the bed for leverage to stand, I guess it was then that she saw the first aid kit and the bloody bandage sitting on the floor.

"You're hurt?" She crossed the room quickly and helped me the rest of the way to my feet.

I nodded slowly, still trying to register all that had happened, "Yeah. I think it was the same people that did the summoning thingy."

I slowly put my full weight on my left leg and when there was no pain, I stood casualy infront of her, "Gaara...he um...'dealt' with them."

"Thank god you're okay, I mean, besides that." She said as she pointed to my bandaged leg.

I shrugged in reply, "I'm fine, just a little spooked. It was a good thing I was awake."

She nodded and asked for a full explination of what happened. I told her everything. Everything except for the part where I came back to my room to find Gaara waiting for me. I still wasn't sure if he was really there or not. The whole thing seemed weird.

She sat there in silence for a few minutes after I relayed the whole story before snapping her fingers. The sudden noise made me flinch.

"Oh yeah, What was it you needed to talk to me about?"

"Well." I paused and she looked at me expectantly, "I want you to help me learn to defend myself."

"You want me to train you?" She looked slightly surprised and confused, almost doubting what she had heard.

I nodded, "Yeah. Tonight really opened my eyes to what's going on. Who ever these guys are, they want me for some reason. Bad enough to take on your brother when they knew who he was." When Temari had explained to me about why Gaara was the way he was, I figured anyone who was willing to go up against him was either stupid, or was willing to go to any extreme to get what they wanted.

"Oh shit..." I said quietly. Temari suddnely looked worried.

"What is it?"

"The King of pentacles card."

Temari looked confused.

"When Kankuro did that reading for me, one of the cards was the upside down king of pentacles, someone who will do anything to get what they want." I silently cursed Cat Head and the cards.

"Oh..." Temari said almost silently before perking up, "Well, you couldn't have asked a better person for training. If you're feeling up to it, we'll start tomorrow, but in the mean time, I think you should sleep. You look worn out."

I nodded and fell backwards onto the bed. I glanced nervously at the window as Temari opened the door to leave. She glanced over her shoulder at me.

"Don't worry. We've got people outside in the courtyard, a few on the roof, and someone in the hall. You're safe. Get some rest." With that said she left the room and closed the door behind her.

I rolled onto my side was was soon fast asleep.