A/N: Hey reviewers! Glad you liked the last chapter!
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Gaara widened his eyes. Unsure about the emotions he was feeling and the short, but sweet kiss he had received. Thinking it was better to think nothing of it, he left the house without a word, heading to the Village of Sand.
Four days had passed and Gaara had finally reached the same oasis he had rested and drunk from before. Although it would normally take him five to six days, he took his time instead. There was no need to hurry, especially if Kankurou was not expecting his arrival. After resting for a couple of hours, Gaara poured water into a smaller sized gourd of sand, and then left the oasis once again.
Finally reaching the village, Gaara found it empty. There were no people, no children, nothing. Cautiously, he walked into the village. It was as if the village people had known of his arrival and had run for their lives. Crossing his arms, he walked toward the Kazekage office. His mission was to kill Kankurou, then leave. Simple as that. Nearing the Kazekage's building, he found an enormous television. It was similar to that at the Hidden Village of Leaf, but 10 times the size. He glared at it, seeing his reflection on the screen. Looking deeper, he saw many ninjas around him. Some on the buildings, others walking toward him. Uncorking his gourd, he readied himself, as the screen lit up.
"Ah, ah, ah," a voice said. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Looking up, he saw the Kazekage, his face covered by the Kage's clothing.
"Kankurou…" Gaara growled.
"Actually," the Kazekage said, taking off the clothing on his face, "It's me."
Unveiling his face, Gaara saw that it wasn't Kankurou, but the spokesperson who had exiled him: Damasu.
"Surprise…" he smiled.
Gaara just stared.
"Oh, quiet aren't we? Didn't expect to see me did you? Didn't know this was planned from the beginning?" Damasu cooed, and then laughed.
Gaara continued to stare, his sand slowly pouring out. Ignoring the Kazekage, Gaara's mind was set only on the nins surrounding him.
Damasu's laugh ended abruptly. "My, my…where are my manners? I forgot to introduce our guest here." The screen then focused on a girl, chained to a wall, her black hair fallen over her face.
Seeing the girl, slumped against the wall with her arms hanging as her wrists were chained, the sand stopped pouring.
"Ah, now I've got your attention." Damasu said, as he tilted the face up.
As the black strands of hair fell off the girl's face, Gaara realized that it was Sunome. From her closed eyes, he knew that she was unconscious.
"Such a pretty girl… but such a pity her beautiful face will be covered by dirt, blood, and insects."
"Let her go…" Gaara growled.
Damasu looked surprised. "And what will you do if I don't? Our 'technology' has increased thanks to the Hidden Village of Leaf. This 'television' let's me see and hear you…just as you can with me. But, you don't know where I am. What I can or can't do, do you? Of course not."
Pulling Sunome's hair so her closed eyes stared at Gaara, Damasu held a kunai to her neck.
"Do as I say…or she will die," he said. "First take off your gourd."
Gaara did as he said, his eyes burning with hate.
"Now a nin will take your gourd away, do not do anything."
Gaara obeyed, letting one of the nins drag the gourd of sand away.
"Good, now my nins will lead you somewhere. Do not try anything smart or…" Damasu said, cutting Sunome's neck slightly, "Or…the girl dies. My men will inform me if anything happens." Blood trickled from the cut on her neck. The cut was minor, but Gaara knew he had to listen to him to save her. The screen grew black after that.
Gaara closed his eyes. Luckily he still had his sand armor on. He'd have to listen to the kage's orders and leave the nins alive…for now.
"Come on…" a ninja said, standing right in front of Gaara. Opening his eyes, he glared at the nin. The ninja stepped back, and then straightened himself.
"Do anything smart and she'll die."
Reaching a large building, Gaara went inside, with all nins on all his sides. They went downstairs, and Gaara saw multiple cells. They passed all of them, stopping only at the last one. Its door was a rotting wood and could easily be broken. The door was also covered by paper notes with writing. As one of ninjas opened the door, the other motioned him inside. Passing the ninjas, he saw them smirk, while others snickered. After he went inside, the ninja who had motioned him closed the door.
Instantly, Gaara felt his chakra lessen, as if something was eating it.
A ninja looked at Gaara through one of the openings. "Didn't expect that right? Did you think we'd forget about your precious sand armor? We know it's held together by chakra and so the Kazekage studied Kisame's sword. It eats chakra and he devised it so that this room does too. But don't worry, it won't kill you…the Kazekage has other plans."
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When the last of the nins had left, Gaara dropped to the ground. Pounds of sand fell off him, and his breathing labored. He couldn't believe he had fallen into Damasu's trap. Cursing, he tried to stand, but failed. His face hit the cold stone floor.
Hours later, when there was little chakra left and he could hardly move his body, the door opened. He heard two ninjas walk toward him. They picked him up and slammed him against the wall, leaving Gaara breathless. Letting him go, Gaara slumped against the wall. After chaining his wrists to the wall, the Kazekage entered. Gaara glared at theprevious spokesperson, Damasu.
Damasu smiled. "Why the angry face, Gaara-kun?" he asked.
Laughing, he knelt down to Gaara. "I've waited so long for this to happen. Your death will prove me honorable. But we're going to have fun for now."
Standing back up, he turned around and waved his hand.
"Do as you like with him, but be sure to stick the notes back up on the door,after you're finished. I've got business to do."
As he left the cell, 12 of the ninjas followed, leaving four behind. Smiling at Gaara, they cracked their knuckles as they gathered around him.
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A/N: I know, I know…not what you expected. Neither did I…but its where this story lead me. Hope you're not too angry with this chapter…but be prepared for the next one! It'll be better….hopefully.
