thanks everyone once again! and no, that wasn't the end of this story! LOL
i will put in here what the final chapter is, but as of right now, i see this story going on for a while...
but i have to warn you about this chapter...
WARNING: Gaara's wrath takes over and he gets revenge!
that means gruesomeness ahead!
i felt as though i had to devote a whole chapter on Gaara's revenge...
so enjoy the bloody mess!

:-P

When we entered Suna once again, the streets were busy with life as usual.

Merchants called out to people passing by their carts or shops, beggars begged for anything that you were willing to give up, children ran past you yelling and laughing, musicians played their instruments to anyone that would listen or maybe drop them a coin in appreciation.

But I wasn't paying attention to anyone… I wanted my gourd back. And I wanted to make the people who had tricked me pay. Once those tasks were completed, I could move on and start improving my reputation in the village; but until then, I was just as blood thirsty as ever.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, making all of my senses seek out my gourd.
Everything pointed to one place: the town's center.

Changing directions, I made a beeline to the area. And what I saw when I got there made my blood boil…and Shukaku wasn't even involved yet.
There, on display for everyone to see, hanging from a sign in the middle of the town was my gourd…which was now broken and scattering its sand in the wind.
I walked slowly to it and I heard as the streets grew quieter and quieter as I took each step.

Taking out a kunai, I cut the rope that was holding my gourd up. I knew that if I looked at the sign that was made for this mock-memorial I would kill everyone…but my curiosity got the better of me.
The sign read: Abiit, excessit, evasit, erupit.
In other words: he has left, absconded, escaped and disappeared.
I tightened my fists. They would pay for this…

I summoned the sand that was lost and my gourd was once again whole in a matter of seconds.
Strapping it to my back, I tested out how it felt…my back was still sore, but carrying my gourd was somewhat comforting for me. It was heavier then I remembered it, but I blamed that on all the atrophy my muscles went through while I was laying helpless in that hospital bed.

Stepping down from my "memorial", I stared at my siblings. They were both smirking at me.

"Nice to have you back, Gaara." Kankuro said and Temari just nodded.

"Welcome back to Suna." a loud voice said.

I didn't have to turn around to see who it was…I could tell by his voice. It was the elder that had double-crossed me.
I kept walking towards my siblings. That man would die, I just didn't want to do it right now. I wanted him to suffer knowing that it was coming, he wouldn't know when, but it was coming.

"Is that how you greet the leader of the village?" he said again.

Without turning around, I responded, "I wasn't aware that Suna put weak old men in charge."

"Well, until they appoint a new Kazekage, I'm the leader. And that means you have to show me respect and do whatever I tell you to do."

This guy was just asking for it.

I turned around and stalked up to him. When I was so close that I could smell what he had for breakfast on his breath I said, "You do not control me."

He smiled at me then and responded, "Yes I do. You are a tool to us, Gaara. And a tool does what it's told, just like an obedient dog." He straightened up as tall as he could stand and then said, "Now…SIT!"

I growled loudly at the man. I was going to make sure his death was slow…very, very slow.

He leaned down again and whispered into my ear, "So Gaara, how's your back doing?" And then he grabbed for my shoulder but my sand blocked him. I almost sighed in relief at the lack of contact. I was growing use to people being able to touch me even when I didn't want them to. The sand's protection from the contact was welcoming.
I smirked at him as he tried to pull his hand away, but my sand was now holding onto it.
I brought him down to my level as my sand squeezed tighter and tighter, I could tell that he was trying to not make any noise of pain or alarm…but his eyes told me everything: he was terrified and in agony.

"I'll see you tonight." I hissed into his ear, and then squeezed his hand until I knew it was about to break, and then I let him go.

Still smirking, I turned my back on him and walked past my siblings and headed to our home.

I knew that by tonight, the man would have a whole army of people guarding him and that he would be hidden inside some huge fortress cowering in a corner wishing and hoping that I wouldn't find him…but in the back of his mind, he knew that I would find him and that I would have my revenge.

When we got home, Temari rushed in front of me and started complaining about how long it was going to take her to make the place clean again. I heard her say something about there being sand everywhere and I rolled my eyes. After 12 years of being her brother, you would think that she would know that I controlled sand. With a small movement of my finger, all of the sand that had blown into the house by sandstorms and whatever else was gone.

Temari stopped complaining immediately and said, "Thanks Gaara…"
I nodded once at her and walked slowly to my room.

"Oi, Gaara… what do you want to eat for dinn…" Kankuro was cut off my Temari. I heard her say something like, "Don't bother him now…" but then I shut her sentence out by closing my room's door.

She was right, I didn't want to be bothered right now.
I walked over to the window that was in my room and just stared out of it at Suna and the desert that surrounded it.
I watched as the sun slowly began its descent behind the western dunes.
I watched as the citizens of Suna closed up their carts and shops and returned to their homes for dinner and to rest up for tomorrow's work.

I watched as the young children gathered in the dusty streets and started to play a game of soccer. A memory of me attacking a group of kids when they ran away from me flashed in my mind again, but this time I didn't wince or grab my head. I welcomed the pain that it brought, that pain only fueled the inferno that was already burning.

I watched as guards ran to the building that I had carried out my punishment in and surrounded it in a stance that signaled that they were ready to attack anyone who approached.
I watched as the head elder was escorted into the building and locked inside of it.

He was making this way too easy for me.
Apparently he thought that if he hid out in a room that no sand could get in, he was safe…he couldn't be more wrong.

The sun was half-way down now. The sky was scorched red, and it reminded me of blood. I smirked, it was a good sign for me, a bad sign for the man that I was going to kill tonight.
Suddenly the sun was blotted out by something, I looked at the horizon and noticed that a sandstorm was on its way. I smirked wickedly at this, everything was moving to my favor.

I saw as the kids abandoned their game and ran to their homes.
I watched as the town quickly and automatically boarded up their houses.
The streets were now black from the lack of light that the houses usually provided it.
I watched as the guards around the building grew timid at the coming storm, but being loyal dogs, they didn't move from their post.

I jumped down from my window landing softly. I then began to make my way to where I was going to unleash my rage.
You can have the men on the outside of the building. But the elder is mine, I told Shukaku.
Fine with me boy, just as long as I get to kill someone.

I arrived at the building the same time that the sandstorm hit the city. Sand was blowing all around us and I quickly disappeared into it. A low raspy sound was coming out of my throat…I was laughing.
I could hear as the guards breaths became ragged and panicked.

One guard didn't know I was there until he turned around and found himself staring at a face that was half my own and half Shukaku's. He was dead before he could even let out a scream.

The others died quickly as well. Shukaku was aching for bloodshed, he had been cooped up without fresh blood for way too long. By the time we were done on the outside, his hunger was finally satisfied.

I picked the bodies up from the ground using my sand and then used the force of the sandstorm to blow down the doors to the building.
I found the elder cowering behind the teakettle.

When he saw me, he called for the guards. The sand that was swarming around me constricted tightly and all of the blood in the guards' bodies showered the room, covering it with the sticky thick substance.

The elder screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

I returned my sand into my gourd and removed it from my back, placing it in the corner of the room.
"I want to kill you with my bare hands." I informed him in case he thought that I wasn't going to kill him after all. "I want to feel as your bones break and as your last breath escapes from your lungs."

The man dropped to his knees then, holding his arms up in the air and begged for his life.
I stood there, listening to his pathetic begging, and didn't move.
When he was done, he was lying prostrate on the floor and sobbing into the ground. His white robes were now red with blood from my display earlier.
When I heard his whiny little voice cease making noise, I said in a monotone voice, "You call that begging?"
He lifted his head and looked at me then. The man's face was covered in blood, tears, and snot.
"You can beg better than that…" I said and took a step toward him.

He moved to crawl away but I grabbed him by the collar of his robes and lifted him off the ground.
Punching him in the face I said, "This is for my mother who you decided her fate for her." I felt his cheekbone crush under my fist and I heard his nose crack.

"This is for letting our father treat his children like animals."
I punched the other side of his face and heard his nose crack once more, he was now forced to breath out of his mouth since his nose was now completely useless.

Getting a firmer grip on his robes, I squared the wobbling man to me and punched him in the center of his chest sending him crashing against the wall. I felt at least three ribs crack at the blow.
"That was for treating me like a tool all these years."

I walked over to him once again and grabbed his right arm.
"This is for that memorial you set up for me." And then I broke his arm at his elbow.

I was aware of the screams the man was making but Shukaku was absorbing most of them with glee, the only thing I concentrated on was making this man pay.

"This is for double-crossing me and giving me a punishment I didn't agree to." I grabbed his left arm and broke it at the elbow also.

"This is for calling me a dog."
And I kicked him with all of my strength between his legs.

I grabbed his right leg and twisted it radically to the left until I felt the ligaments tear and felt his bones twist in an unnatural way. "Now SIT!" I yelled at him.

"ROLL OVER!" I yelled again and did the same to his left leg.

The man's eyes were filled with pain. I had never seen so much pain in my life…and I was enjoying every ounce of it. It was extremely satisfying to destroy the life of someone that you abhor with your bare hands.

I grabbed the man's head off of the ground and placed my hands on either side of his neck.
Twisting slowly I heard as the man gave a last second attempt to beg for his life, but they fell onto deaf ears.
I twisted until my hands felt his neck crack and break, and then I twisted some more…
By the time I was done twisting, the man landed on his face when I dropped him on his back.
Looking at my work I spat on him and said, "Now stay."

I let out a yell of bloodlust and satisfaction that was half mine and half Shukaku's.

I exited the building and grabbed my gourd on the way out, the sandstorm was still raging in the village.
I left the mess for the other elders to take care of. There was no need to hide who did it, they all knew, the whole village knew.

When I walked into our house, I found my siblings sitting on the couch waiting for my return.
They both looked over at me and I watched them suppress a gasp.
I must have been a sight to see: I was covered in blood, it dripped from my clothing, my hair, my skin…my eyes were wild with the thrill of the hunt and kill.
Temari and Kankuro stared at me silently, and then nodded.

With that, I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I let the blood run off of my body and down the drain.
I stared at the drain mesmerized at how it made everything that littered my body disappear.

When I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that the clothes that I had been wearing were now gone and replaced by clean pajama pants. Temari must have snuck in and grabbed my clothes so that she could wash them for me.
I was going to do it, but I'm glad that she did…it showed me that she approved of my actions, no matter how horrible they were.

I pulled on my pants and headed for my room.
I jumped onto the roof and scanned my surroundings, the sandstorm was over and no one was approaching our house.
I would remain on guard all night, protecting my siblings so that no one would take my actions out on them.
In the morning I would face the consequences, if there were any…
But for now I won't even think about that.
I will just bask in the calmness that now washed over me as Shukaku purred in satisfaction.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted and that one of my demons had been exorcised…