Hey guys! I'm quicker with an update this time... I think atleast... I don't remember... Listen, I know my last chapters have some grammatical errors, but when the story is about halfway posted, I plan on going back and editing. I hope you guys can bare with it for now. Anyways... On with the chapter I guess. OH! Before I forget, How many of you have watched the anime K? Dude, I just watched it, and I am in awe of the amazingness. Of course I think the ending is total bullshit though. I also think they need another season, but I don't know if that's going to happen... Probably not cause it's been forever. Meh :( Anyways, the point of this is to say that if you haven't watched it, and you're just looking for something new to watch I would suggest this.

I am also going to be writing a story based off of it. Ya know, just in case you wanna check it out... :P

- Pain's Rebel Angel ;)

(I've been forgetting to do this on this particular story... Whoops. Although, It should be OBVIOUS I'm going to put it here only for this chapter. And for the rest of the story you cant just refer to this chapter if you reaaaally need to.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I thought it was rather easy to figure out considering this is called FANfiction for a reason -_-

'Thoughts'

'Inner/Demons'

"Normal"

(Anything else that I'm forgetting there will be a pattern so you'll know it when ya see it :P)

Neons

Gaara's POV

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Her hair is fucking pink... At first, I thought it was another neon light, but really it was just her hair. I was even wrong about the shade... It's not neon. It's closer to a awkward pastel. - Gaara

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I sighed as I walked down the street. I had just gotten done talking with Naruto on the phone. The blonde care-free and sometimes too hyper active for his own good thing that is my best friend, demanded I bring home cup ramen. Thirty minutes on the phone arguing about damn ramen. Only he would do that, I swear.

I walked to the nearest grocery store, and bought his ramen along with some other stuff I knew we needed at the apartment. As I went to pay, I saw a girl from school was working the register.

'What's her name again...? Oh yeah, Matsuri.'

To be honest, I didn't know much about her. All I knew is that she had a huge hero-worship/crush thing for me. It was odd to say the least. I mean I barely socialize during school, so I don't know what she's basing her admiration off of.

I sat my items down on the conveyor belt, and waited for her to ring them up.

"O-oh, hey Gaara..."

I inwardly rolled my eyes. "Hi..."

"Listen, are you doing anything tomorrow night," she asked me nervously.

"Yeah...," I said as I paid her.

"Oh, okay. Well see you around," she said handing me my receipt while sounding disappointed.

I picked up my stuff, and gave her a nod.

Walking out the door, I sighed.

'Now... What to do for the next hour? I really don't feel like going home to deal with Naruto until I have to... Maybe I should just take a walk? Yeah, a walk sounds good.'

So, that's how I found myself walking down the busy strip of Konoha at around eleven-fifteen at night. After walking around aimlessly for about twenty minutes, I saw a vibrant color dash into my field of vision, but just as suddenly it was gone. I turn trying to find the source of colorful movement, but didn't see anything.

Shrugging, I marked it off as just another neon light. Noticing a small path-way leading to what looked like a park I raised an eyebrow. 'Hmm. Never noticed this before. I've still got some time to kill.' That in mind, I started down the path.

It was a nice little place with a trees, benches, a fountain, and a playground for children. 'Quaint, but nice.' I went over to a tree closer to the fountain, and sat my bag from the store on the ground near the trunk. I jumped and swung my self onto one of the lower branches before moving a little ways up to get comfortable on a wider, sturdier branch.

Leaning back, I relaxed against the bole of the tree and stared ahead lost in thought. Again, I saw a rather bright color out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head, and see a girl with pink hair. Her clothes were professional looking, and she managed to pull it off without looking uptight and snobby. She looked about 5'8, (or somewhere around there,) she looked fit, and couldn't have been that much different than me in age.

'Probably some intern at an office company with a hair dye obsession,' I think as I shake my head.

I noticed three men approaching her. 'She doesn't even seem to have noticed.' Sighing, I drop down from the tree ready to step in should this take a turn for the worst. 'Damn, should've just gone home to deal with Naruto, instead of feeling obligated to save some chick.'

Just as the three began to close in on her and I took a step forward, she did something unexpected. She turned around and decks one of the guys in the face hard enough to put him out of commission with a K.O.

I felt my eyes widen a bit. 'Holy shit...'

She quickly incapacitated the other two by using their pressure points. Now with three grown me unconscious around her, she sighs and starts to walk off. I watched her go until she turned the corner back onto the strip.

I smirk and shake my head slightly at the event that just occurred. 'It's not every day you get to see that,' I muse. I pulled out my phone, and looked at the time. 'It's past twelve, now. I think it's time to head home.'

I walked over to where I had set the bag earlier and scooped it up before walking back to the strip. I stopped at my 1978 Ford Mustang II King Cobra, and dug my keys out of my pocket. Soon, I was on my way back to mine and Naruto's apartment complex.

About fifteen minutes later, I closed the front door to the apartment, and was immediately assaulted by my blonde roommate.

"Did you get the ramen I asked for," he said impatiently.

I rolled my eyes and thrust the bag in my hand at him. "Here. And put away the other stuff that's in there."

"Ughhhhh," he groaned dramatically, but went to do it anyways.

I followed him into the kitchen, and grabbed a soda. He put away the things I had picked up silently, and made himself a container of cup ramen.

"Why are you still up," I asked kind of abruptly.

He gave me a questioning look.

"I mean, usually you're knocked out around this time unless we actually are doing something," I elaborated.

"I dunno. I guess I just have to much going through my head to sleep, ya know," he shrugs.

I set my soda down, and leaned against the counter. "Want to talk about it?"

"There's been talk of certain people defecting from Jiraiya's syndicate, and possibly joining one of the bigger rivals. With Jiraiya counting on me as his right hand man, and apprentice, I have to help him out. He's already scheduled me to meet with contacts, and spy on weak links. It's gonna be a pain these next couple weeks." With that said, Naruto yawned. "Though, you're right. I should probably sleep."

I nod, and he started out of the kitchen.

"Naruto," I called after him.

He turned back around. "Yeah?"

"You're leaving your food."

"Oh, yeah! Shit. Thanks, I completely forgot about that."

I nodded, picked up my drink, and left him to finish his late meal. Walking down the hall to my room, I decided that I might as well try to meditate for a bit.

All hope of meditating though, was shattered when I felt my phone vibrate. I groaned and pulled it from my pocket as I shut my door.

'A number I don't recognize... Who the fuck would be calling me at this hour if I didn't know them?'

I tapped the screen of my phone and put it to my ear. "Speak," I said as I sat down in my desk chair.

"Gaara," a female voice questioned from the other end of the line.

"Yes. What do you want?"

"It's Temari..."

I froze. 'Well, fuck...' My siblings and I didn't communicate often seeing as they were afraid of my father, who would do drastic things if they talked to me, (or at least he did when we were younger.) Over the years though, we have managed to repair our relationship, and they have earned the right to actually be called "siblings."

"I see," I murmured after realizing I'd been silent for a while.

"Gaara... He's dead," she spoke softly almost like a whisper.

"Who's dead? Are you alright," I asked feeling slightly concerned.

"Father, Gaara. He's dead."

"How," I asked. Not like it mattered much to me, but the last time I checked he wasn't anywhere near kicking the bucket.

"He over-dosed. We're having the will read Friday. You need to be present. Also, Kankuro and I are moving closer. We have a lot of time to make up for, little brother," she said sighing.

"Sure," I said.

After a bit more talking she and I hung up. I sat in my chair staring at the phone in my hands still a bit shocked.

'Well,' I thought dryly. 'No meditation tonight, it seems.'

I'm sorry, I know it's a short chapter guys, forgive me. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things with my writing, and what-not. However, I promise you that you will have a longer chapter at some point within the next two weeks. The next one is from Hinata's POV.

By the way, so far Chakra votes have more than No-Chakra. I'm hoping that you guys can go ahead and hit 10 votes on one or the other so I know for definite.