Author's Note: Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all suffer since I didn't explain the propostion...hahahaha...+cough+ Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to all the freaks out there, especially Orochimaru, who I wish to beat over the head with a 2X4 (perhaps with a couple rusty nails sticking out of it...can you say tetnis shot?). See everyone later.

Gaara awoke with a start. He started to panic. Where the hell was he? Why was he here? Where were his siblings? Where was Lee? Oh…wait. The other day's events passed through Gaara's head. His mouth turned down into an angry scowl. How would he get by without his power? How would he escape?

The door gave a loud wail. Gaara stood as fast as he could. In walked Kabuto. He had a tray with him just like the previous time. "I thought you'd like to eat again before Orochimaru came to see you." He gave Gaara a smile and set down the tray on the bed. Gaara waited until Kabuto had stepped away before grabbing the tray. His babies instantly smelled the food and screamed out in protest for Gaara to eat. His fingers moved on their own accord. His face was soon stuffed full of food, what it was, Gaara didn't care, as long as it was sustenance.

Kabuto let out a laugh as he watched Gaara wolf down the food in four minutes flat. When he finished, Gaara pushed the tray away and took a step back. Grabbing the tray, Kabuto turned towards the door. "Orochimaru will be in soon."

Kabuto disappeared and Gaara was again alone. Placing a hand on his belly, he began to pace. After a good twenty minutes the red-head started to become extremely irritated. He had spent most of his pregnancy locked up. He'd hated it. But then he and Lee and started going out every day. In that short week and a half, Gaara had become quite attached to his time out with Lee; walking, talking (mostly on Lee's end). Now here he was, stuck in another room…yet again.

He didn't have to wait much longer. The door opened and in walked Orochimaru. Gaara had never before met the man who'd killed his father, but now he knew that he'd have preferred to have kept it that way. In fact, if Gaara could, he would have gotten that pole Kankuro had wanted and pushed Orochimaru as far away as humanly possible. Long, greasy, black hair framed a pasty face. His eyes stood out with its bright yellow color and slit pupils, emphasized by purple eye shadow. What the hell was up with this guy?

Orochimaru took a step towards Gaara as the door shut and clicked behind him. A voice escaped the pale, cracked lips. "Hello and welcome to my home…Sabaku no Gaara."

Gaara gave him a menacing stare. "What the hell do you want with me?"

Orochimaru chuckled. "Very straightforward I see. Well, I will not answer your questions. Not now anyways. That is of no importance right now. What is important," Orochimaru took another step closer, "is getting what I want." A twisted smirk dominated his features. Gaara, for the first time in his life took a step backwards. Orochimaru's smile only widened at the action. Realizing his mistake, Gaara held still, protectively wrapping his arms over his belly. Orochimaru walked the rest of the way, standing threateningly in front of Gaara. He remained perfectly still as Orochimaru lowered his face next to his ear. "No one," he whispered, "is going to save you from me."

Gaara's eyes widened as he felt a strong, vise-like grip dig into his biceps. Gaara instantly pulled back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Orochimaru held fast to the now struggling boy. "Let me go!"

Orochimaru pulled the boy to him, wrapping his arms behind his back. Taking in a deep breath, he inhaled Gaara's scent. With a burst of energy, Gaara managed to shove the unsuspecting Orochimaru away from him. He backed up and snarled, "What the fuck are you playing at?"

Orochimaru gave him what could only be called a perverted smile. "Now, now, don't be like that, not after all the trouble I went through to bring you here."

"I don't fucking give a shit. Now move out of my way, I'm leaving."

Gaara took straight forward strides, ignoring Orochimaru as he passed. But the snake master was not about to let his prey go so easily. Grabbing hold of Gaara's arm, he twisted it behind his back with a ruthless force. A high pitched shriek filled the room. One of Gaara's bones had snapped. In a haze of pain, Gaara didn't notice when his shirt was ripped from his body. He did however feel when Orochimaru placed his hands under his arms. The thrashing boy was easily picked up and placed on the bed, falling forward onto his knees and reverting his attention back to his arm. As Gaara held his useless arm to his body, he felt the last remaining strength he had leave him.

The bed sank under Orochimaru's weight as he climbed up on it. Gaara didn't even spare him a glance, he was gazing ahead, only able to concentrate on the bright white flashes of pain pounding through his skull. He did notice though, when his completely bare body met open air. Shocked, Gaara jumped. But this shock was quickly replaced with revulsion and horror as he felt a hand slide down his back. Gaara attempted a feeble crawl away from his captor. But it was too late and Gaara was too weak. His mind soon went blank to all thoughts except the burning pain coursing through his body and a heartless peal of laughter echoing in every crevice of his poor tortured mind.

Break-

When Gaara woke, he felt oddly disoriented and had an intense urge to pee. But this was vanished from his mind when the other day's events crowded in. Gaara felt revolted. No one was ever allowed to touch him, except Lee. When he thought of Lee a weird sense of guilt began to curl in the pit of his stomach. With despair rising, Gaara sat up.

Whoa, wait a minute. Wasn't his arm broken? And why the hell wasn't he sore? Where, in fact, was all the blood? What the…was he clothed too? Gaara looked down at himself. He was dressed in a long, black silk nightgown. Wait…weren't these things made for women? Gaara felt a twitch in his eye begin. Gaara slowly rose from the bed and then stopped to listen. A click from the door indicated a visitor. Gaara tensed for a moment until he saw a shock of grey hair. "Gaara, it's nice to see that you're awake. I brought you breakfast."

Gaara didn't speak until all the food was gone and Kabuto was getting ready to leave. Gaara let out a noise as Kabuto was about to walk out. "Yes Gaara?"

"I need to use the bathroom; right now."

Kabuto looked at him and chuckled. "Alright, follow me." Kabuto handed the tray to a guard standing outside the door and walked off down the one-way hall. There were dozens of doors lining the dimly lit hallway. Kabuto suddenly stopped. "Well, here we are." Gaara looked at the door and couldn't help but roll his eyes. The door was literally marked 'restroom'. Gaara pushed past Kabuto and stepped inside. The bathroom was fit for a king; beautifully marbled floors, dim lanterns lighting the large space, a large bath (made for at least two people), and even a gold rimmed toilet seat. This of course was of no concern to Gaara who was rushing to get to the toilet. He stood there in the room for what seemed like forever as his bladder emptied itself. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Oh for the love of God! Four minutes. Eventually the peeing stopped and Gaara heaved a sigh. Finally.

He exited the bathroom to find Kabuto waving to a passerby. The boy looked over his shoulder and gave Kabuto a nod. Gaara almost felt his eyes pop. Kabuto continued to wave and Gaara stare, as the one named Uchiha Sasuke rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.

Author's Note: If you guys want a sequel, please tell me as soon as possible because I need to start laying down the plotline foundation and I don't want to waste my time (or that of my friend who's been helping me) when people don't want it, or are too lazy to send me a message to say they want it. Thank you to those who did review last chapter and do want a sequel. Thank's so much for your support +Gai sensei pose-tears included+