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As they entered the city streets, you noticed how everyone avoided your group. It was quite odd, but to the same degree unnerving. The people were avoiding the back of the pack, where your Master was. Temari seemed very enthusiastic as she pointed to a deformed building. "Here we are!" she was beaming proudly and began marching inside.

"Nani? We are where?"

Her face fell instantly, "Can't you see!" She shouted her face entirely red, "It's the supermarket!"

She paced inside, her kind exterior gone and rustled.

Looking up at a sign, you noticed it say MARKE; you nodded and turned your attention to a T. "Oh yes! I see!"

Kankurou laughed and whispered, "She put in her life's saving into helping this quarter of the village. Needless to say, she's proud."

You nodded a blush of embarrassment creeping on your cheeks. Not only have you put down the hard work of your Master's sister, you also stared square in the face of the man you saw naked a few hours earlier.

You quietly replied, "Oh, I see.", while the thought of how he got over it so quickly flashed through his mind.

Turning your head to view the building once more, you noticed it had broken windows, small wooden doors that were stating to rot and the sandstone was chipping away, 'It looks like it's falling apart, even though it's new. I'd hate to see how it looked earlier.'

Slowing your footsteps you slunk next Gaara and cleared your throat. "Gaara-dono?"

"What?"

"Is Temari-sama angered?"

A frown crossed his mouth and he scowled, "How should I know? I don't care. Just go buy some food."

You nodded in disappointment, but none the less, you ran to a near by stand after passing through the gates. Noticing the assortments of fruits, you wondered what type Gaara would like. Your eyes gave him a quick look over and decided that Lemons and Limes would be best. They were bitter, sweet, sour- a perfect match for him. You also decided the large green apple looked like a tasty snack for later on. "Excuse me sir?"

The man looked down at you almost in shock that he didn't notice you were there. "Y-Yes? Is there something I can help you with?"

You gave a nod and pointed to some Oranges and pineapples that were in with the other fruit you wanted. "Could get that citrus package? Oh! And that granny smith apple, please."

The man eyed you closely and let out an almost bored tone while extending his hand, "You know, these are exotic fruits. Their going to cost you extra."

You stared at him for a moment, blinking in response until you opened your mouth, "Cost me? Cost me what?"

"Money" He shouted loudly, "320 ryo!"

You looked up almost in tears, "320 ryo? I thought it was free. I don't have any money."

He stared at you blankly until he found himself smirking greedily and he opened his mouth and spoke with a haughty voice, "You know, I could always give you a discount."

Even more confused, you repeated the latter term, "Discount?"

He began packaging the various citrus in a box, "That's right, you can have the fruits, free of charge." As you reached over to receive it, he pulled back his hand, "I want a special sort of payment though. A favor of sort's."

"A favor? Maybe I should ask my master…"

The man looked at you, an odd look plastered on his face. His eyes followed the look you gave in Temari, Kankurou and Gaara's direction and began to get nervous. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you behind the wooden counter, your bright coloured hair catching the said master's attention. "Kiriko! Get out here now!"

Your eyes instantly locked with the young red heads, "H-Hai!" As you tried to walk away, the naïve man held onto you harder.

His gruff voice seemed irritated, "Where do you think your going?"

"Master Gaara is calling me…" The man almost instantly pushed you away and screamed loud enough for all to hear.

"You're with Gaara? That monster!"

The stand owners simply stared until you responded certain bitterness to the man's choice of words, "I'm his servant… I did not know that it was such a taboo thing in this city."

They all watched Gaara, as if to ask him if she was being truthful. He walked next to you and stared at the man who gave you a hard time. He shook and was still hiding behind his booth. "Fine! You bitch! Take it! Take it and leave!"

It didn't register to you until you replayed his words 3 more times in your head. Tears immediately caught in your eyes and your feet turned corner. Gaara stared after you for a moment until he grabbed the box and threw it back in the mans face. "Take the garbage. You might want it for your temple in heaven. Sabaku sousou… "

With that, he sent a glare to the small wooden box which lay in pieces before returning to a different stand.

Temari and Kankurou were walking in front while both you and Gaara were walking slowly and without a sound.

Sniff. Hiccup. Sniff.

Well, almost without a sound. You were still crying and it was starting to annoy Gaara. "Are you going to shut up? Or am I going to make you?" You instantly stopped the water works and stared at him. He hadn't spoken rough or threateningly but your tears were surprised and dispersed.

"F-Forgive me, sir…"

You couldn't exactly tell why, but he was taken back, "It's alright… Just shut up."

'Master Gaara? You seem troubled…'

Gaara's POV (Oooh! Different POV!)

'What the hell! Why didn't I yell at her? Am I… No. Absolutely not!'

I couldn't be going soft. Especially because of her! A slave! Damnit! Why today? Tonight is Mothers feeding time… Actually, I'm excited, but things aren't as easy to conceal with an annoying girl who sleeps on your never used bed!

I don't know why, or what, but I want her to do something. Ever since she first came I had a yearning and I still don't know how to quench it. 'Mom? Do you know?'

Silence. 'Blood? But this is different than bloodlust…I'm sorry mother! I will. I will kill them. And you'll have new friends to talk to. I promise. I'm sorry for making you eat that foul-'

"Master! Are you coming?"

I looked over to the young, petite girl who had called to me. Of course, I responded with a glare. Something that always shut her up.

Her face crinkled in distaste and fear, puffy red eyes began to fill with tears again. "Forgive me for bothering you."

I felt a longing to erase my previous actions but even more so was a tug in my chest. A reflection of my childhood soared through my mind.

No! Wait! Don't runaway!

My hands clutched my aching cranium, difficulty of thought taking over. I gave strangled moans and numerous citizens watch me with both anxiety/fear. I could tell Kankurou and Temari were beginning to get nervous. Kiriko stood watching me with curiosity.

"Oyaba?" She directed to my half awaked state, "Oyaba-sama Are you alright?" My head struck me once more before letting the pain subside.

I still held onto it while walking past the market gates, in hopes that they would all leave me alone.

NO POV

The market people hid behind there creepily built stands in hope of not being sighted by thedemonic monster informant of them.

Kiriko, the young servant, stood in confusion as her Master stepped away in a disgruntled fashion.

It was now two hours since the incident and the lilac haired girl was beginning to get annoyed. She turned to Temari and once again asked a series of questions, "Is she alright? Is Master Gaara alright? Is he sick? Does he need help?"

The blonde sighed and took a deep breath, "Yes he's alright, I assure you he is. No, he isn't sick no has he since he was eight ears old. To answer your last question… He gets like that sometimes and, well… he's just not used to having such a responsibility as you."

Kiriko looked puzzled and turned to Kankurou for a blunter summary, "He's a fucking murderer. He's the only reason why I hate kids. He's a monster and he's having trouble understanding why he can't kill you like other women we knew."

Temari stayed silent for the entire wording, until she heard a hint to her departed mother. "Kankurou! You know Mothers death was not of his own will or fault! Father caused it to happen!"

"You see, that's where our opinions change aneke."

He blonde frowned but nothing more was spoken. An even more confused and disturbed Kiriko walked the staircase to her master's room. 'If I can't help, then I can be there for support.'

"I wonder," started a voice. "I wonder how long it will take you to retrieve her…" It was only a suggestion, but it sounded like it was in question form.

Eerie black eyes glared in response. "I'll get her. But Sabaku no Gaara is her so called owner."

The first voice responded after carefully picking his words, "Then separate her from those Sand brats! She needs to return to the Mist village! Yoko is dead, but His brother is not! She still is in possession of the Masaraochi clan! It's only the beginning, but she must return to by the end of the year!"

The younger man glared again and quietly spoke with distaste, "You still love her don't you? You're angry that he almost freed her on his days of sickness. That's why… You killed Yoko-dono!"

Almost instantly, he was held against a wall, a black blade branded next to his throat. "You know nothing of the anguish. She belongs in that home. House Masaraochi, the house where I can see her everyday! Find her and bring her here!"

The man in front of him wasn't too old but he was at least 28. "Give me another month. I will monitor her weekly movements until I find and open-"

"A month! Who the hell are you taking me for, huh? I won't wait-"

"If you want her so bad, get her yourself you fucking pedophile!" The grown man stared back to the fifteen year old and glared with the utmost hate.

"You pathetic, maggoty, sac of sperm… One month will be fine, but if you say anything further… I'll kill you."

The teen stared on at his current employer and in a flash he smirked. He wasn't afraid. He was never afraid. He was born in a village of kamikaze rurouni's and was found by one of the Masaraochi's. His rank and status was inferior, but he could still kill him. His skill could turn anyone into small slices of sushi.

He bowed slightly before leaving the room. The older man scowled at his childish display, "I'm not a pedophile. I just happen to love that child."

It was late, perhaps 1:30 am. The full moon was glowing its radiant beauty high in the sky. Gaara couldn't believe he had been feeding for so long. Over 6 hours!

Still panting, he noticed a small figure on the old/new bed. 'She came in here even after seeing my condition. Why?'

"Gaara-sama? You're back? I was worried about you…"

'Worried? Why? Mother! Tell me why!' He almost immediately clutched his head, 'Mother! Forgive me please, I didn't mean to yell…'

Slowly the voice disappeared, "Gaara-sama? Are you alright? You're like in town." She placed careful arms around his shoulders for support.

Noticing the moon and position, the redhead relaxed to a small degree, please that it was setting. His mother would be happy with her new friends. "Kiriko…" he started, "Why were you worried?"

She stared at him for a moment before smiling and flopping back on the bed and falling asleep. A flash of disappointment crossed his face but his lips curled back into a smile, the same yearning attacking the pit of his stomach.

'What luck! Not only have we found the vulnerable night for that sand demon, but even better, we have found the best day to capture our young Maid!'

The next morning came quicker than expected and Gaara still couldn't believe what he did! He shivered and touched his lips, a small blush creeping on to his cheeks. Memories flooded his mind as the previous night was reflected to him.

He had been annoyed. Why? She didn't answer his question. A thought of something his father had once told him at the age of 5. "All the answers in the world are not written on paper, but on people's expression from your actions."

Pretty wise words from a gutless, shameless, spineless… you get it. Deciding to test if it was true, he went to look at her expression. Making his way to her sleeping form, words popped into his mind. The first being, Peaceful. Followed by, Angelic,Heavenly and Beautiful

His eyes snapped open at the thought. 'What the hell? Where did that come from? Does that mean I…? Mom? When people like each other, they hug and kiss and touch right? You and dad did that too right?' There was a moment of silence before the voice responded to him.

Why do you care?

Dismissing the fact that his mother was still annoyed, he asked his question again.

The answer was voiced with a separate question. How would you know what to do in this situation, anyways?

It seemed less bitter, more so amused at the situation, almost in a daring tone. 'I've seen people through the windows. The guy said something to the girl and kissed her. Her stomach got bigger later that month. She had a baby a few months later.'

Baby?

'The baby is one of your friends.'

I remember now. All bitterness gone, a satisfied tone switched the conversation and began to answer his earlier question. Do you like her?

'I don't know. What does it mean to like somebody?'

The amusement in the voice returned and a sly phrase made its way into Gaara's head. When in doubt pucker out.

A furious blush streaked the young boy's cheeks and almost instantly found his sandals the most interesting thing in the world. Subconsciously, he found himself speaking aloud, "I don't know if I like her. I still have that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Even more now, but I know it's not blood I crave."

Take my advice then. Kiss her and you'll be able to tell if she infatuates you.

Still blushing he shuffled next to the girl almost excited. He had been given permission by his Mother. That meant something. That meant something special. Deciding to mimic the man he earlier spoke of he placed his mouth on the pair of lips in front of him.

A certain amount of ecstasy washed over him as he used his own lips to push hers open. He liked it. A lot. Her lips were soft and warm something he had never felt before. He had never kissed someone, let alone a girl.

He, despite his stature, was contented with his first kiss being with her. The master can do what he wants to with the slave. He thought that all his life, until hat moment. He would protect her. Without realizing it, he slipped his tongue out of her mouth and pulled his lips from hers. Stepping to the pillow in the corner of the room, he sat, a dazed expression on his flushed face. His mind was blank and even the voice in his head didn't shake him.

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I was planning on putting her meeting with the Kazekage here but Im too lazy and I eed a break from typing Ill do it next chappie...

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