Note for ye people: This is irrelevant.

Song of the fic: And they'll believe it from the tears in her teeth right down to the blood at her feet

--- Panic! At the disco

--- Time to Dance

Chapter Seven: Clubin' with Adults

"How long have you been eavesdropping Kazekage?" I asked standing up, furious of course.

"Now my son," he said walking in, "I would never eavesdrop on purpose. I was simply walking by and thought I'd bid you goodnight."

"I'm not your son and I don't believe you'd say goodnight to me unless one of your assassins where coming for me in the night." Kazekage's eyes got huge when he saw the look on my face. Temari left the room to try to escape the drama… she was in the next room with her ear against the wall.

"Gaara… if I wanted to I could send a thousand of people at you at once, you and I both know it wouldn't make a lick of difference. But I'll have you know I found one person who does just as much damage."

"Kazekage… if I wanted to I could kill you right now without moving a muscle."

"So why don't you? You hate me with all your being and yet you let me live."

"Because I don't think it fair for Temari and Kankuro. They don't see the monster I see in you, so they love you. Now I ask you this Kazekage, why didn't you ever show me that?"

"I did once."

"No, your idea of love for me was to give me things and leave me alone. You used your own wife and son as an experiment for a weapon. Whenever the family went somewhere you left me home, whenever they asked about me you said I was sick, nobody in our family who lives outside this house even knows I'm alive. I thank you for that much "father" you taught me a lesson I will never forget."

"And what is that?"

"I exist to kill everyone other than me. I fight only for myself and I only love myself. As long as there are people to kill in this world, to make me experience the joy of living, my existence will remain."

Kazekage backed out of my room and shut the door behind him. I heard him in the other room, saying goodnight to Temari then to Kankuro in the next room down. There I was, still angry and unmoved. I stood in the same spot until I saw his lights turn off. Since I can't sleep I would just continue to ponder my destiny and think about revenge and my hatred for everything. After about an hour of that, I grabbed my gourd and snuck out of my window. Nobody in the house will be awake for at least another eight hours. I walked down the streetlight lit roads and looked at all the things that happen late. There were neon lights coming out of every club, music blaring in every car. This is the first time I've ever walked down the strip at night. I bet to everyone around I looked utterly confused. Many of the older people, late teens early twenties, were out. I walked up to a building that had only two bouncers and a back door.

"Stop there little kid." said one of the bouncers.

"Little kid?"

"There's a time kids should be at home. It's 11:00. How old are you?"

"How old do I look?"

"Stop hassling me boy."

"Look I was just walking by, I don't care about this dump."

"This dump is the most exclusive club there is."

"It doesn't look that great."

"It's not the outside that's exclusive little buddy, it's the interior. The DJ is the best in town and there are seven stages so that open mic can be anytime."

"Woopdie-doo. Listen here "buddy" if you call me little again I'll…"

"Hey Gaara." said an oh-so familiar voice.

I turned around to see a woman who didn't look familiar though.

"And you are… who?" I asked making a confused face and hand jester.

"I talked to you on the shoreline on Halloween, remember?"

"Oh… in that case I'm going to leave you hear with this "fabulous" man."

"Wait, I want you to come in here with me."

"Uhm… newsflash… One: I'm only twelve and Two: I don't care for this place."

"Oh come on. I want to talk to you more. I work here so I can even get you in free. What do you say?"

"Whatever, I need to kill a few hours anyways."

I walked into the club with the woman. It was packed. There were two stories, to top opened up so you could see the main stage when you looked on the railing. The light shows and layout were amazing. The woman looked down at me to see my eyes searching every inch of the club. She smiled and walked me over to the bar in which she worked with her best friend.

"Hey Ivy!" the woman screamed waving her hand over her head.

"Hey girl! It's about time you showed up; I was getting bored stiff by myself."

"Ivy this is Gaara, Gaara this is my best friend Ivy."

"I was about to ask about the little boy. By the way… you were on call for barkeep today so... put on your uniform and help me!"

"Ok ok… well you keep him occupied for me then."

"Okie dokie." Ivy said pulling me to a seat, "What anything to drink kid?"

"First the bouncer then you. Will you people stop calling me kid?" I said putting my hand to my forehead.

"Got it tora. So a drink?" She said sliding a glass to a twenty-something year old man.

"Sure why not?" I replied peeking up at her through my fingers.

"Alright… alcoholic or non?"

"I'm twelve… I think that should answer that."

"Only twelve? Seeing how you're in this club, have a tattoo and are hanging out with Andreia I thought you were at least fifteen or sixteen."

"Hmph… I hear that a lot, too much in fact."

"Meh… here you go. It's our own formula… the other barkeep and I made it when we got bored."

"Interesting." I said putting my head down. From behind me appeared Andreia.

"I'm back!" she screamed with her arms in the air. She was now in a white button up with a black vest and black slacks. She also had her hair pulled up in a ponytail.

"Why is it that I just now learned your name huh Andreia?" I said in a taunting sort of way.

"What is a name but a word your parents gave you?" she asked shrugging her shoulders.

"Does it have any special meaning?" I asked interested.

"Nah, my mother loved that name more than anything else."

"Even more than you?" I replied, I didn't know it but my facial expression must have given away something Andreia didn't know yet.

"No. I'm sorry." she said walking behind the bar with Ivy.

"What about you Ivy? You're name is more American than Japanese right?"

"Yeah, I was named after someone my mom knew in college or something." Ivy answered cleaning out a cup.

"Yeah, so who named you?" Andreia asked grabbing a tip from the bar.

"Kazekage." I replied only to have her look at me with a confused expression, "My so called "father". He named me after I was born because I killed my "mother"."

"I'm sorry." Ivy said nudging Andreia a little bit.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care that she's dead, I just hate that he named me 'gaara.' I guess he's hated me since I was just a newborn child. Figures." I put my head down on the bar table and looked off to my right.

"Gaara… doesn't gaara mean 'demon who cares only for himself' or something like that?" Ivy asked only to have Andreia step on her foot.

"I'm going to go ahead a leave; this is getting too personal and too weird." I said standing up.

My eyes got huge once I realized my gourd was no longer next to me. I franticly looked around for someone with it. This really pissed me off. Apparently, Andreia felt some kind of aura around me because she quickly turned around once I decided someone had stolen it. Andreia looked at Ivy, whose eyes where bigger than the cup she was holding.

"Is all that energy coming from that little boy?" she asked worried as she looked at Andreia waiting for her answer.

"Yeah, I think so at least."

"You mean to tell me you didn't know this boy had this much power? His aura says he could kill everyone in here without remorse or pity."

"And that is…"

"Bad… very bad. We don't want cops in here investigating a two thousand homicide. We'd get shut down and probably have to go through all this crap about the kid and how we were the only ones who survived and AH! I hate being interrogated! I hate it." Ivy's freaking out.

"Ok… you stay here and get all that out of your system and I'll get the kid before he clears the dance floor." Andreia said jumping over the bar.

I didn't think about what I was doing or why I was doing it, but that gourd had my sand, the blood of my victims which give me strength. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Andreia walking up to me from the right and my gourd on the left. Somebody's about to pay for being a thief. I walked away from Andreia and towards a teenage girl leaning against the wall, holding my gourd off to the side as if she owned it. I stood in front of her and looked up. She was twice my height and had long black hair. From behind my bangs, my eyes met hers. I held out my hand with palms up waiting for her to apologize and hand me the gourd. Instead, she thought it wise to be a smart-iliac and give me a five.

Uh oh… an encounter with an… woops almost ruined it for you. XD