A/N: Umm…not much to say, but I do not own Naruto. That's right. No owning of Naruto here. Anyways, I'm trying to write this as good and as soon as possible. To those who review me, thank you again. It really does urge me on. I read two reviews and I had the urge to write. Like OMG! Anyways, here and enjoy. Please review.

The little cursed boy stared at her for moments on end for a while. She destroyed it? But how? How was this possible? That was when Gaara realized something. He held someone close to him that he didn't have any clue where she came from, what her culture was like. Anything! He had all the time in the world to ask about anything. But he asked about nothing, and knew nothing.

Not much could have been done, other than exchanging words. Gaara asked questions, and sweet little Mia would answer them with great clarity.

"Your father…you said he was a Kage… My father is the Kazekage. But if you came from somewhere secluded, then would it be a different kind? One we never learn about?" Gaara inquired.

Young Mia nodded. "You hit the nail on the head." She folded her arms on her lap, rubbing the wounds and gashes oh so slowly as she leaned against the tree behind her. "My home was called 'The Spirit'. We were very valuable allies to those who knew of us. Our ninjas trained young so that when we grow old, we will know the ninja arts just as well as we know how to breath, take steps, and feed ourselves. Even though we were only called 'The Spirit', they also gave us other names…" She trailed off suddenly, catching Gaara's attention as he held his arm around her.

"What is it Mia? What were the other names?"

"…Akuma…or Akki…meaning evil spirit, demon, and…devil…" She ran her hands through her hair, tears trickling down her peachy little cheeks.

Immediately, tot pulled her close and buried his face into her hair, trying to comfort her so. "Oh Mia…you're not… It was probably because your people were excellent ninjas…people hurt what they can't understand…"

"No that's not it…they knew us perfectly! I'm one of the last of the true bloodline left in my home…" She sobbed. "They also called us 'The Kitsunetsuki Group'…it means…possessed by spirits…"

"B-But you're the only one aren't you…? That's why you're special…like me…right…?" He looked at her in shock, hoping that he was right. He hoped and he hoped.

Sadly, she shook her head. "…No…" After that, Gaara felt like his heart had sunk into his stomach as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Everyone was special…all the kids, they all could go through the training like I can because we all are never really alone… They are always with us…our partners…" She looked down at the ground. "…Ever since I learned that I was the one that destroyed our home…I have tried to kill myself…over and over… But she never let me… She always stopped me… She was always watching me…making sure that I, her vessel, wouldn't wither away…" Mia looked up at Gaara, her face pouring out so many tears. "…I think I'm more special than you Gaara…and that can't be good…"

Little tot buried her face into the scarlet haired one's chest. He held her as she sobbed and she sobbed. Poor thing. Gaara just sat there, shocked for the most part. She was just as dangerous as he was, but why did her family still accept her? Why couldn't his family accept him? Weren't they the same? If Mia was just as dangerous, why couldn't anyone love him?

"M-Mia…t-tell me more…" Gaara was almost too afraid to ask, but he had to. He knew it could help her. He just knew it.

She looked at him then she pressed her back against his chest, leaning against him and wrapping his arms around her sides. It was such a loving sight that it had calmed them both.

"…My dad was called Mikage. The whole word itself means, 'spirit'. I don't remember much of him since he seemed to leave us alone at so young. I really can't remember a thing…except that he had hair that glowed like the sun with the colors of raging violet with it… My mother…" She looked up at Gaara for that moment, smiling as she reached her hand up and began twirling some short strands on his forehead. She let off a soft giggle as she smiled. Gaara in turn smiled and held her hand. "…I remember what I thought of when I first saw you…"

"What?" The tot ran his hand over her cheek, a smile gracing his lips for what seemed to be the first time in his life.

"I thought, 'That boy's hair, it's like mama's'." She told him sweetly as she tilted her head and gently pressed her lips on his pale digits, not really thinking of her actions at the time.

Little Gaara's cheeks flared as he watched her do it. It played over and over, in slow motion in his mind as he still felt the tingling touch of the lips on his skin. He had never felt this way before. Even how he felt about Mia now, it felt even stronger then usual. What was happening?

After a while, Mia had continued telling Gaara about the stories of how she lived in her home village. She spoke of different ways of using chakra being performed all by kids of the ages ten to thirteen. All of them being able to use it since they had their 'partners' inside them. Gaara was curious about the spirits that would dwell within the people. It seemed as if it was controlled really well, unlike how he could control it. If only that place was still around, he would have been able to learn how to use his own abilities for the better.

She told him of kids flying with wings made of chakra, men and women alike lifting things ten times their size with no help at all, she told of children during the tests and everything. It seemed like a prosperous place, something that you only could imagine in make-believe.

"I still remember a story my father used to tell me, and I loved it so…" She smiled at Gaara. "Do you want to hear the story of how my home was found?"

Gaara nodded his head eagerly, but he was going to be bold about one thing. He had to. He just had to know. "Then Mia, please tell me exactly how…umm…it was destroyed…" He didn't want to say that she did it, he just couldn't believe it.

Mia only nodded then sat up to look at him before she told her story. Mia began to tell of a man, her father's grandfather, who had first come across of the idea of the village. "He himself had been an outcast since he had been burdened with becoming the seal of a mighty tiger spirit. He knew many people of who were sadly fated by him, so he had invited them all to one place to see what they could do."

"They found out that they had special abilities that people without the spirits could not do. So they decided to make the best of it and to create a place where only people like them could go and do as they had pleased."

"They were successful and in the making of their village and he became the first Mikage. But then they stumbled across many more sealed spirits in tombstones and other things. They took the burden upon themselves to release the spirits and make a pact with them. The pact stayed. The spirits would take the bodies of the people in the village, they could use them as they please as long as they help their so-called 'vessel' and so long as they do not cause any harm."

"But the spirit inside the man grew weary of waiting and waiting, waiting to be useful when needed. But it feared one thing and one thing only. It's demise."

"One day it had went into an outburst and had spread it's reason with the other spirits in the clan. What would happen if their vessel had died? Would they die too? They all were outraged in the thought. If they were kept sealed then they would have lived forever! But now there was still a chance they'd die."

Gaara was perplexed with interest. "So what did they do?"

Mia smiled, a soft laugh before she continued. "The spirit in my great grand-papa began to demand he have someone that it could transfer into. Thus the other deal was made. Spirits are often passed down from father to son, and mother to daughter. But on off chances, a spirit may reject their vessel and refuse to help them in any way at all. My great grand-papa agreed and soon he found great grand-mama and had my grandpa."

"They said my grandpa was really good. He could use the spirit unlike anyone else, but they never got along well together."

"So Mia, is it good for them to get along?" Gaara inquired.

"Yeah it is. If you don't get along, you wont be in perfect sync." She replied easily enough. "Even Mint has a spirit partner. Her partner has been my family's spirit servant."

"So is that one of the reasons she protects you…?"

Mia nodded silently. "It is. It's also her partner telling her."

"O-Oh…" Gaara looked down at his lap for a moment. He somehow thought that there would be some dark past to it. But obviously, there wasn't.

"Anyway, my grandpa became the second Mikage, the youngest one in our history. He was only 15 when it happened. After that, then came my father. He was the third and final Mikage, and he and the spirit got along so well."

"Mia, where is the spirit now? Is it with your brother? You said after all, father to son, and mother to daughter. Right?"

Mia placed a hand atop her head, sighing, as she seemed to get ready to explain something even more. "Something happened when my father and mother had my brother. The spirit rejected him completely and would not even think of becoming his partner. It specifically said to him, 'I want your next child as my partner, and the child you gain right before your next, give that child my servant.' So, my father did as he was told, my mother gave her spirit to my brother and I received my father's. Right before I was born, my father told me that he had found Mint right outside the gate of our village, wrapped up in rags and abandoned. He took her in and gave her the servant."

"But how did it know? How did it know about you? How did it know about Mint?"

"I honestly don't know." Mia sighed and would lean against Gaara, holding him close as she closed her eyes.

The cursed boy pondered it a moment. He wrapped his arms around Mia then pressed his nose to her head. "I want to hear the very end of this story Mia. Please…"

Mia's fingers tightened around his waist and she buried her face into his chest a little more before she turned her head to speak. "I was trained, the best of the best since I was the first girl to receive her. But, spirits aren't given till you are of age, and you could fully remember the story of history of our village. Right when I reached my age time, my father had called me to the temple where we hold the ceremony. But before I left for it, I went back to my home and to my room. I fell on my bed and closed my eyes. Before I knew it, my father was carrying me to the temple. I smiled at him, still tired from my rest and he put me on the ceremonial table. He told me to close my eyes, but before I did, I don't know why but I heard a voice telling me to say that I loved him. I didn't listen and just closed my eyes. When I opened them up… I was being carried away in my mother's arms from the wreck that was my village… Before my mom had died as we were traveling, she gave birth to my sister only a few months after we became homeless…she had died giving life to another… That's what she could do with her spirit before she gave it up… Heal and give things life…" Alas, poor Mia broke down into soft sobs as Gaara held her close.

"…M-Mia… I-I'm so sorry…" He hugged her tight and cradled her in his arms. They both had lost their moms while they gave life… If only he could make her smile again. If only he could see that sweet smile he would have all the reassurance in the world. If only, if only…

Slowly, slowly, he used ever piece of strength that he had and the sand began to rise up slowly in front of Mia, about a foot tall hill thing. It caught Mia's attention as the sand lifted off the ground into a long oval like ball and began to mold itself. She watched Gaara as he stared long and hard into the sand, trying to make it do something, but what?

As Mia watched parts of sand fall from the clump in the air, a soft gasp and arms flung around his neck, as she seemed to smile with cheer. Without thinking, she pressed her lips against his cheek with a smile, in turn, making his cheeks flare bright.

The creation Gaara had made, floated down to Mia's hands and she smiled as she held it. A rose made completely of sand, and Mia herself watched it being made. She held it and smiled at Gaara, looking at the flower again with a blissful look on her face. Tears of sorrow and mourning quickly turned to that of happiness and glee.

"G-Gaara…I-it's beautiful…" She smiled then held it close. "Thank you…"

That look on her face, oh the joy he felt! That was thanks enough! "Mia…I just wanted you to be happy… That was all." He took her hand and smiled, guiding her hand to take a handful of fresh sand. As it slipped through her fingers, he stared at it for a moment and it stopped, forming a clump all together in her hand. "Watch." He tried to do it again, confident that he could since he made her so happy already. Slowly, the clump of sand began to have bits and pieces fall off of it and when he released her hand so she could see, she only smiled more. A heart with words 'Gaara & Mia' etched deep.

A happy tear trickled down her cheek and she looked at Gaara as she held his gifts with delicate care. "I love it." She smiled then leaned against him.

Gaara had felt a feeling of satisfaction deep in his gut. He looked down at the person he cared for most as she leaned against him. This was it. It was a perfect moment. But alas, in the distance, a man and a girl watched, cradling a gentle baby in her arms.

"If you know that the boy is dangerous, why did you let Mia near him?"

"Have you ever seen her happier? Please, leave them be just once."

"But he's dangerous! He could hurt—"

"You did too. I don't want to be disrespectful but you from my point of view are just as bad as he is. So far since we've come here you've done nothing but hurt her. The more you keep her away from him the more she wants to get closer. Leave them be and things will turn out for the better."

"But what if he hurts her?"

"Then I will intervene. I will make sure of it. I was the best of the best wasn't I?"

"You're the only one I can trust right now. As you've said, just this once, we'll leave them be. But when the new day comes, we will have to do something about it."

"What do you suggest?"

"We will leave this place. She will then have no choice but to stay away."

"The wisest you've chosen yet."

"Mia, enjoy your time for now. You are lucky that I will allow it…"

So as the sun began to set and Mia held her precious gifts, just once, just once, a perfect ending to their day. The perfect ending to a tragic story. But who says that it ends here? It's just getting started.

A/N: OMG! Yeah, it's NOT yet done okay? Anyways, I figured I'd get the most troublesome chapter out of the way for now. OMG. Please enjoy and I decided for a nice ending for once since it is almost Christmas. If I update anymore before Christmas, it will be a nice sweet ending that Gaara should deserve. But after that, all the tragedy will come down hard! I don't own Naruto, I only own my characters. Remember the more reviews, the sooner I update. Since it's the holidays, I'll humor anyone who wants to ask. If you want the chapters before anyone else (still in process chapters as in not yet done) then e-mail me at . You can only do that until Christmas. You can also use it to ask me stuff and give me suggestions and whatever. Remember, more reviews, sooner update, but since it's the holidays, I'll try to do it A.S.A.P.