A/N: Yeah, Chapter 7 sucked soooo bad because I rushed it into a single day of writing it. Ha! I laugh at it right now. Maybe one day I might edit it out one day, but not today. I've been putting off the story long enough. Right now I really want to continue it without seeming like a lazy $$. Whoo. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to point out that I do not own Naruto. I only own my characters. Now, enjoy.

Day had broken out into nightfall and Mia trotted home, smiling as she held her precious gifts for the little possessed boy. Gaara stood in the distance, watching her leave and he too held a soft, sweet smile.

Slowly he began to trudge home, his feet feeling heavy as if his joy had weighed him down. For once everything went right. Nothing went wrong at all. Nothing.

He'd reach home and greet Yashamaru with a smile that shocked even him then up to his room the toddler went. He'd close the door, slumping back against it and sat there with a smile. He didn't know why, but his stomach felt this bubbly feeling, something warm and fuzzy too. It reminded him of how he felt for Mia, giving him a tingly warm feeling all over. But it didn't seem the same. This feeling was just as strange and new to him as the last. It seemed to annoy him even more too, but he didn't want it to stop. What was it?

Then he spent the rest of his hours of the night, thinking out the day. Since he did not really sleep, he sat and watched the moon outside his window. Then he wondered, was Mia looking at the moon tonight? And if so, was it the same one he began to see?

As soon as the sun would rise, he did not wait a moment. He jumped from his window and looked at the ground without fear for he knew the sand would catch him like it always does. As he had thought, the sand burst up, creating a fountain of sand that caught his feet, slowly lowering him to the ground. He'd make his way to the playground, seeing as that was where he always found Mia.

Of course he was right! Upon reaching the playground, his beloved sat there on the swing, alone and minding her own business as she'd go back and forth. He'd surprise her.

Quietly he crept up behind her, and she didn't seem to notice since she seemed deep in thought. Then, he had made the sand float around the chains of the swing, holding it as she had swung back, causing her to slide off with a mild scream. Of course, Gaara ran in front of her and caught her, the sand also supporting him.

He smiled at her, as she still seemed shocked. "G-Gaara…?" She squeaked out, her tiny arms wrapped around his shoulders, their noses pressing since lack of distance.

Cursed one smiled and then pressed his forehead to hers. "Mia." He softly replied and closed his eyes, body relaxing. All of a sudden, he felt a force push Mia towards him, causing him to fall onto his back with Mia a top him. It seems as though the sand that had been holding the swing back had let go, bumping Mia with the swing and in turn, Gaara.

But in that moment, both their eyes were wide, teal and crystal staring at each other as cheeks flushed. Their tiny lips pressed against each other in that moment and none of them knew what to do.

Finally, something had clicked inside of Mia and she quickly scampered off of him, still sitting down, as eyes looked away, cheeks remaining cherry red. She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers and she could only smile. "…I…I'm sorry…" Even though she loved it, it was uncalled for.

"No…d-don't be…" Gaara mumbled back, crawling closer and pressing his lips to her cheek with a smile. For some reason, this made that odd bubbling feeling come back. He loved it.

Mia looked at him with a smile, cheeks red as she stood up and helped scarlet haired one to his feet. She held his hand with a smile, tilting her head as she spoke. "Anyway…did you want to tell me something? I mean, you didn't just come all the way out here so early in the morning for nothing right?"

Gaara pulled his hand away, smiling as he looked down. "I came here to find you. I wanted to see you again." He looked up, smiling at her. He took a good look at her. She was wearing exactly what she did the first time he had seen her. It was--…wait a minute. Gaara noticed something strange. Mia, she wasn't all bandaged up anymore. Not a single scratch… She was wearing everything and looked exactly as she did that day. Everything except the clip. He never returned it did he?

"Mia," He began. "How come you're not all bandaged up like yesterday? Didn't you break your arm? What about your…head?" He asked nervously. This reminded him of that moment inside her house. That scary moment where everything that had been theirs had vanished. He was now, afraid.

That sweet smile faded from her lips, her eyes cascading downwards into the sand as she stood still with tiny legs. "It went away." Her meek reply.

"It went away? How?" He asked.

"…I don't know. It was like before. The smaller the wounds, the less time it takes to do, that."

"…What's that?"

"It just…vanishes…not a scratch. It's weird. I get confused and then my body is sore afterwards."

"When did it heal?"

"Just an hour ago."

"Aren't you sore?"

"A little…"

"Go lie down!"

"I don't want to. I wanted to see you too, so I came straight here…" She looked up at him once he stood and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry…you're presents…they're gone."

He paused for a moment. "How?"

"While I was healing, it went with it. It seems like I do it with sand… It's weird."

Boy became speechless. He was confused, and afraid for her. He did not know what to say at the moment, and he would not care right now. For now, he would be glad she was okay.

As boy was about to speak, he came to a halt. A trickling feeling down his cheek as he looked at Mia, her eyes wide. "What?"

With her dainty little fingers, she brushed his cheek and Gaara felt it become moist. He looked at the tips of her fingers. They were red…with blood. He was in shock and touched his cheek. A scratch. But…how? It just wasn't possible. He looked around quickly. The sand didn't react, which meant that it was too quick for it to react.

Gaara turned his back on Mia, looking around a bit. Another gust of wind and he turned around as a sound of a muffled scream had reached his ears. He looked to where Mia had been and she was no longer there; but instead, Mint stood there in her place.

"M-Mint!"

"Boy…you are trouble…"

Cursed toddler took steps back as he had spotted the malice within her eyes. "What…what do you mean?"

Mint's fingers felt at her sides as emerald eyes looked at the ground then at him. "…Because of you, Mia was caused pain."

"Wha—"

"MYNE HURT HER AGAIN!" Gaara stopped and stared at her. "Myne took her back and wanted me to tell you, next time you try to get close to her, he'll kill you. He gave you that scratch didn't he? When he's serious, he can kill anybody. Even you."

"But I didn't mean to hurt her!"

"It doesn't matter if you meant it or not! Point is, you caused it!"

"I didn't—"

"You saw she wasn't bandaged up right?!"

"…"

"Do you know what happened last time she was around your sand like that? We don't know why, but whatever's inside you causes her pain. She reacts to your sand…and then she's hurt so stay away!" Mint was tearing at this point. She cared for Mia more then Gaara could ever, and he knew it. But in retaliation, he shouted back at her.

"What if I don't want to stay away?! What if she doesn't either?" The sand began to rage up behind him as tears began to well up in his eyes. If killing everyone meant they could be together, then he would be ready to do it.

"If you won't go away, we will…" The sand ceased as Gaara stared at her.

"What do you mean…?"

"If you don't go away, we will. We'll get out of this place and find somewhere where you can't go… Whatever it takes, we'll keep her away from you."

Out of rage, the sand lunged at Mint, without Gaara commanding it. The sand pulled out the emotions in Gaara and turned them into something physical. In agony, the toddler collapsed to his knees. "WHY?!"

Mint tried to dodge everything, but at some point, the sand grabbed her left arm. In his blinded agony, the sand had done Desert Coffin on her arm. Mint screamed out in sheer pain and fell to the ground, eyes welled with tears.

Gaara walked up to Mint, the sand picking her up by her hair and Gaara looking at her squarely in the eyes. He was angry and she knew at any moment, he could kill her. So, she would say what she thought he was doing to Mia right now, even if she knew it would tear up his little soul.

"Gaara…" Mint coughed out, eyes half-lidded as tears fell from her eyes. Gaara showed no remorse. "…Like me…you're killing her slowly…and painfully…"

No more to be said, Gaara screamed out in pained agony at the realization. He ran from the playground to the haven he thought was his home and left Mint there.

Needless to say, when they found her, her arm was broken, and she was bleeding all over.

A/N: Oh my god. This chapter sucks too. Anyway, I don't feel like improving it. I will maybe, one day. Now to work on Chapter 9. If anyone wants to check out my other works go to because that's me. I'd appreciate it if you read two of my stories. I'm trying to cope with both and my schoolwork since I seem to be entering a whole other world. Ha, please review. Thanks.