Disclaimer: Teh If no owns teh Naruto

If: Bleh... I'm on a slow streak... damn it... But oh well. At least I get to write all this dark, Angsty, violence... I'm not evil.

Warning: Violence, Blood, some disturbing content


3nv : Eh? Who's so not worthy? Wha? I'm somewhat confused... Why doesn't Gaara let Shukaku totally control him? I think that though he's desperate to get back to Sasuke and save him, he doesn't want to kill anyone b/c that would have bad reprucussions after the fact. I think that he's almost thinking ahead. He he he... you'll see where Temari and Kankuro are... :)

brezzie : Wow, I'm glad you like my story so much. And yup, they're evil... I needed minions and I remembered that Oro had had minions in the anime, so I used them. He he he... we're getting to his snakey-ness, no worries. Gaara'll will hopefully hand his ass to him. Oh! And I would love to check out your story if I had a link to it. FF doesn't like to show links, so just message me or something (the wonders of the internet are abundant).

YINGYANGBLOSSOMS : he he he... yesh, kicking butt and leaving bodies... its something that Gaara is an expert in. :) Ah, but you forgot a minion. Gaara has one more minion to deafeat before moving on to Oro.

Redcloudangel : Yesh, the intense-ness. I love writing stuff like this. So thanks much. And good luck on the GaaSasu in the next one, the first one was really good. :)


Gaara's world was black, and he could swear that he was dead. But Gaara refused to believe he was dead, he hadn't rescued Sasuke yet, so he couldn't be dead. The next thing that reassured him of that fact was the pain lacing up his side, front, back, legs, everywhere. Gaara was in immense pain, he realized. He was beaten and bruised and still losing blood. If things kept going the way they were Gaara would be gone from blood loss soon. A sharp poke to his side snapped Gaara out of his world of back, jolting him into a world tinted red, but still full of color. Gaara blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings and his eyes met with another pair of green eyes.

"… I'm surprised you're up," said the boy kneeling in front of Gaara. Gaara could only grunt a response, quickly taking stock of this newcomer. White as snow hair was pulled back into three separate ponytails, the front two just pulling excessively long bangs off the boys face. There was a tattoo that was extending over his face and presumably all around his body that made Gaara wonder if something similar would have happened to Sasuke if he had staid with Orochimaru. The thought was quickly dismissed as Gaara began to wonder what this boy would do to him.

"You're probably wondering if I'm going to finish you off or something along those lines, aren't you?" the boy asked smugly. Gaara scowled. The boy grabbed Gaara's arms and began to pull him out of the dining room and into the last room Gaara had yet to go into, the room that had the stairs leading to the second floor, the living room. Wincing at the pulling of his wounds, Gaara was pretty sure he was leaving a streak of red behind him as he was unceremoniously dragged across the floor. The boy stopped pulling once they were in the living room.

"I'm going to help you," the boy stated before disappearing back the way he had come. Gaara was confused. He didn't even know this guy, why was he going to help him? This was confusing!

The boy re-entered the living room carrying fresh torn sheets, water, and what appeared to be a first aid kit. Taking a glass he had managed to carry with him, the boy dipped it into the bowl of water and placed it carefully on the ground. Putting everything else down, scattered around Gaara, the boy started to rifle through the first aid kit. Moments later, a bottle was held triumphantly in the air. The boy popped the cap and poured a handful of pills into his hand. Maneuvering himself behind Gaara, the boy gently lifted Gaara's torso so that it rested against the boy's own chest.

"Open your mouth," the boy commanded. Gaara obediently obeyed. The boy put two pills into his mouth then placed the glass to Gaara's lips. Gaara took a swig of the water and downed the pills, he could only hope they kicked in soon, he felt like shit.

"Open up again," the boy commanded once again. Gaara opened his mouth and two more pills were put in his mouth, followed closely by a mouthful of water. Gaara quickly gulped the water and pills down.

"I sure hope… you're not trying to… overdose me on painkillers," Gaara panted out, even talking was winding him. The boy chuckled behind him, Gaara feeling the vibrations against his back.

"Of course not… this will help you in the long run… trust me," the boy said as he began to lay Gaara down again. Moving the cup aside, the boy moved back to Gaara's side. Starting with Gaara's stomach wound, the boy carefully undressed, cleaned and redressed the wounds covering Gaara's body. The red head was eternally grateful, but couldn't help but wonder at the boy's actions.

"Why are you helping me?" Gaara asked managing to sit up on his own as the boy pushed all of the dirty strips of cloth and such away from them.

"Because…" the boy said, stopping mid-thought. Gaara silently encouraged the boy to continue. "Because I was supposed to be Orochimaru-sama's one and only…"

Gaara's mind froze, going entirely blank. This boy wanted to be… used by Orochimaru? Was he insane?"

"Are you nuts?" Gaara asked bluntly. The boy chuckled sadly.

"I wish… it would certainly make things a lot less… messy…" the boy stated. "I want you to rescue your boyfriend, even if it means hurting him, because when Orochimaru-sama is around him he isn't himself. You have to free him before Orochimaru-sama goes overboard and kills him."

Gaara nodded. "I'll save him… I have to…"

The boy nodded in return, a sad smile crossing his face.

"Thank you," Gaara said. The boy just smiled a soft smile and faded away into nothing. Gaara's eyes went wide and he was certain that he was either dead now or hallucinating… but he felt just as good as he did when he had come into the house… Stranger things had never happened.


Temari checked the dashboard clock once again, as if checking it every few seconds would make the minutes tick any faster.

"Give him time Temari… it's only been five minutes," Kankuro said almost calmly. Temari turned to her brother.

"I know… but…" she started but Kankuro help a hand up.

"I know," he replied, putting the hand on his sister's shoulder.


Gaara trudged up the stairs, determined to get out of this creepy house as soon as possible. First it was five goons, and then a ghost. Gaara was pretty sure that most to all of his sanity would be lost in this final leg of his journey, especially after what he had just seen. Gaara would now believe in ghosts, and in miracles, that was for certain.

So up the stairs he climbed, hammer held tightly in one hand and pipe held tightly in the other. He was prepared for anything. With fear, and desperation on his side, how could he fail?

Something smashed into Gaara's back, causing him to crash forward as he reached the top of the stairs, crying out in surprise and pain. Pieces of wood rained around him and Gaara dimly noted that a chair had been broken on his back. Blinking clouded eyes, Gaara barely rolled out of the way of a kick sent to his stomach. Staggering to his feet, Gaara got to his feet just in time to meet his opponents fist with his jaw, sending Gaara crashing into a wall. Sliding down the wall, Gaara seemed to blank out on all pain. He was floating, and suddenly everything was crystal clear to him. His vision cleared, and he could see his opponent preparing to kick him. The moment was past. His vision may have remained clear, but that was all Gaara could say as pain cam crashing back to him as he dove out of the way of the kick once again. Curses filtered into Gaara's pain clouded mind and he vaguely noticed that it was his attacker cursing that he had kicked the wall. Gaara took his chance, knowing there wouldn't be another one.

Dashing at his four-eyed opponent, Gaara drew back a fist and hit the other man square on the jaw, sending him flying. Gaara straightened up as his opponent hit the floor, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Satisfied that the man wouldn't get up any time soon, Gaara turned his back to him and began the search for his trusty weapons. Something crashed into his back again, and Gaara realized it was the man the second arms wrapped themselves around his waist. Both males tumbled to the ground, Gaara's ribs getting a good jar, and he could feel his wound start to bleed again. Gaara groaned and tried to free himself, squirming and rolling around. The other man staid on him and they rolled across the floor. Pieces of wood, glass, and other things were digging into their skin and they didn't care.

Gaara's head hit the banister. He looked to his right and there were the stairs. One wrong move and he would be sent tumbling down them, and ending up with a broken neck. The man above him smiled sickeningly, making Gaara's stomach turn and roll.

"This is where you meet your end," the man above him threatened. Gaara felt himself being tilted and his body started to slowly slip towards the stairs. Panicking, Gaara put all of his strength into one last effort, and bucked his hips forward, successfully pushing his attacker off and inadvertently down the stairs. A sickening pop was heard and Gaara didn't look down as he pulled himself up, not wanting to see the man down there most likely having a concussion and broken neck at the least.

Crawling forward a bit, Gaara rested on the floor for a moment, truly thinking about what he was doing. He would be going to prison this time for sure. There was no way out of it, he had beaten up five lackeys and probably killed one side-kick, and he hadn't even reached the big boss yet. There was no way Gaara was getting off the hook for this one. It would be a lifetime in prison. A lifetime in prison would be worth it to just save Sasuke. Anything for Sasuke.

Gaara pulled himself to his feet, tottering unsteadily. Staggering to the wall, Gaara used it as support as he made his way down to the room at the far end of the hallway, the one with the door partially open. Gaara made it down there finally and threw the door open.


"One minute," Temari said, starting her mental countdown to zero from sixty. Kankuro nodded to her left. "Do you think he's alright?"

Kankuro turned to his sister once again. "I don't know… I'm sure there were a lot of people in there that he would have had to beat up… he's probably injured."

Temari elbowed her brother. "Don't say that!"

Kankuro muttered to himself about being realistic.


Gaara could only stare in horror at the scene that met his eyes upon opening the door. He wanted so desperately to turn away, to close his eyes and when he would open them again have it be gone, but Gaara knew that it wouldn't go away. What was before him was the truth. What was before him was the true madness of the man known as Orochimaru.

Tied to the wall by shackles and chains were Itachi and Sasuke, both looking the worse for wear. Itachi was covered in blood, bruises and marks that even Shukaku had a hard time identifying. His entire body was limp and bare, revealing every little scar that adorned his pale flesh. Itachi's legs were covered in a mixture of dried blood, semen and a fluid that could only be described as "cottage cheese" like. Gaara's stomach retched at the sight and the red head and to fight to keep any food he had eaten that day from coming back up.

Sasuke… Sasuke wasn't much better off, though Gaara could see no "cottage cheese" substance on his legs. But even without the "cottage cheese," Sasuke was still covering in blood and semen and something that smelled like bile. His arms were torn, skin barely hanging on to muscle on some parts, and totally missing in others. The raven haired boy's chest was covered in bruises and scrapes with the occasional cut thrown into the mix. Gaara couldn't bring himself to look at his legs. Sasuke was also hanging lifelessly from the wall, just like his brother, though Gaara knew they were alive from their shallow breathing.

"I hope you're prepared for your fate boy," a slimy voice spoke from behind Gaara, causing the boy to freeze. Sasuke's head lolled and black eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the red haired angel standing in this hell hole.

"I warned you…" the man behind Gaara said, causing the red head to flinch. "I hope that you're content with the way your life was lived, because it's going to end shortly."