"You should have asked if I have Nyctophobia." Sakura knew her eyes were open and yet couldn't see anything in the pitch black.

"I didn't think that was a luxury a ninja could have." He retorted. She hated that he had used her same words against her. Though he was right. Each ninja had to go through regulus training. Any fear would be squashed and exposed. Soldiers were not able to have fear, if they did that fear would become the fear of the village.

The sand continuously shifted as they were now surrounded by it. Sakura studied the sound silently. This must be for circulation, no wonder he could stay in here for protection without suffocating.

Sakura shivered. Not from the cold, but from the thought of what this sand had done. How many it had killed. Was she any different? How many had she battled? Killed?

Though, the sand did smell good. All she could do was breathe in his scent. When she had tried to touch his cactus, no, Larry, she had turned to butter when he was behind her. Feeling a man pressed against her like that had made her mouth water. She felt dirty. She has just been in a dream about Sasuke and then she was enjoying another man pressed against her? She had wiggled on purpose too. Just to feel him, feel his size and if that was him soft well let's just say he would not disappoint.

What else could he do with this sand? What if she did want to have him touch her with it? Sakura blushed burnt red at the thought.

"I have looked into the name of Jogi Hiko." The gravel in Gaara's voice was inciting.

"And?"

"I found one scroll on the matter. It dated far back, before even the first Hokage of the leaf village. This entity came before us all."

"Before us all?"

"It came with Isshiki and Kaguya."

Isshiki. A sullen echo ripped through her mind. The voice in her head sounded as tired as she felt. Sakura grunted in pain. The human is wrong. I was created. Isshiki and Kaguya were the beings that came to earth a millennium ago, they began having a lasting influence on the human population, notably starting the history of the shinobi.They weregods.

"Sakura, are you alright?"

"Yes, just a headache. It was a lot today. So you are saying this thing is apart of the ancient clan of horned celestial beings?"

"The scroll did not go into much detail other than it was a myth. A myth of a silent assistant to the gods. It's need to consume the life energy and genetic material of other worlds in order to continuously evolve, with the ultimate goal of attaining godhood still seems to apply like the other gods. "

Incorrect again, human. I thrive off of knowledge, not life energy. With the way he is going I'm shriveling up and withering away. Why did it hurt so bad when this thing talked to her?

Stay out of my head, she hissed in her mind. Silence answered back. She felt crazy. She was talking to herself. No. She was talking to Jogi Hiko. An owl...in her head. Yeah, that didn't sound crazy at all...

"Did the scroll talk anymore in detail of what it is? What it does?"

"No, nothing. Do you have an insight about this, Sakura?" Gaara's voice was now all business. As it should be. He was protecting his people, wanting the best for them.

Sakura paused. She felt so small. Should she tell him she's just crazy now? That way she wouldn't need to go into detail about anything else and she would just send her back to the leaf village

She sighed. She explained traveling with Temari and the hole she had dug. She did not talk about the owl but rather that a mark that had appeared on her thigh after exiting the hole. She did not know why she didn't tell him everything. This could be a high offense against a Kazekage.

Then as if a switch had been turned on, she could see. The Kazekage stood with his hand on his chin. Pondering his jaw line at her previous words. His other hand in his hair.

"Did you use a light jujitsu or something? It suddenly got so bright," Sakura sucked on her cheek. How had he done it? His hands were still at his side.

"You can see me?" Gaara's eyes flashed up to meet hers. No longer was there jade eyes, but bright yellow eyes. Shukaku eyes, Gaara's demon.

"With that jujitsu you did I can! You got to keep Shukaku eyes?" Sakura wanted to smack herself. What a rude question.

Gaara closed the space in-between them. Eyes on hers the entire time. He slowly tilted his head and started to close the space between their lips.

Smack!