Author's Note: Yes, I am quite aware that this chapter is a bit short. Cutting it off later would have ruined the flow. I would have posted this chapter a day or two ago, but FF was being screwy and wouldn't let me upload any documents. So I apologize for that. Just so you all know, there will not be any more chapters that go back to Temari and Shikamaru's group. There is one more chapter that goes back to Kiba and Kankuro, but that's not till a few chapters from now. I don't really have anything else to say, so I'll see everyone next chapter!

It was less then a week away from the one month mark. Gaara hadn't seen the Uchiha since his bitch out in the dining hall. Good. Gaara was glad. It created less stress, and in his current state stress was not something he was particularly thrilled about. He had gained so much weight that his back hurt often and he easily overexerted himself. To top it off, he was still puking often and he constantly felt sore. Life just downright sucked for Gaara. He hadn't thought it could get any worse. He was wrong.

Gaara woke up late. He was sleeping more then ever now, his body zapping away any strength he used to have. It was already around lunch time and Gaara had yet to even change out of his nightgown. Gaara was sitting on the edge of the bed when the door opened to reveal a grinning Orochimaru. Uh oh; that expression had never boded well for the red-head. "Gaara, my sweet, so glad to see you're awake. I have a present for you."

Gaara's nonexistent brows scrunched together. "A present?" he said with suspicion.

"Oh, I think you'll like this one." His wicked smile spread wider. "You see Gaara," he said as he motioned Kabuto in through the door, "tonight is a very special occasion. All of my closest men and allies are coming to my mansion this evening. After our conference, I invited all of them to bring their own 'pets' so we can have a little ball of sorts. And you Gaara are mine." Gaara gave Orochimaru the, you-have-to-be-fucking-kidding-me glare. Orochimaru continued on, faking ignorance as his smirk encompassed his entire face. "For the party, I had a special outfit made for you. Alright Kabuto, bring it out."

Gaara turned his glare to Kabuto as if the man was the one who had committed the travesty. Kabuto shook his head and smiled. He set the box he held on the ground before opening it. He first pulled out the top. Gaara's jaw dropped. The top was a fitted long sleeve black chemise. But this isn't what made Gaara's eye begin to twitch. It was the fact that the top was made out a thin, silk fabric, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Gaara might as well not wear anything at all for all that the shirt hid.

Kabuto reached down and pulled out the next item, making Gaara choke. The bottom was a calf length, black kilt. The front of it bunched together, making the part facing front rise up to just above knee height. A sash was sewn into the kilt, adorned with emeralds and rubies of different shapes and sizes, flashing in the light.

Gaara mentally felt himself shutting down. But then, the final piece was pulled out of the box, making Gaara want to hurl where he stood. Kabuto took out a black, leather collar, dotted with jewels matching the ones on the kilt. Gaara let out a fierce growl. "There is no way in hell I'm going to wear that!"

Orochimaru laughed and then sighed. "You only have one other option Gaara."

Snarling, Gaara stared at him. "And what's that?"

"Why, to go in the nude of course!"

Gaara's eyes narrowed as Orochimaru continued. "But since I know you wouldn't dream of that, I'll leave you with Kabuto who will help you get ready. I'll be seeing you tonight Gaara." With that Orochimaru was gone, leaving a fuming red-head behind.

Break-

Nearly five hours later, Gaara stood in the bathroom with Kabuto, fed, showered, and dolled up. Any pride Gaara might have had had left the building once he had donned his new outfit. He looked at the mirror with a scowl. Not only did he have to wear one of the most outlandish looking outfits he had ever seen, but Gaara also had to have make-up applied. For what reason this was, Gaara did not know. From his eyes, two black lines swirled out in opposite directions, each lined with small diamonds (Gaara still had yet to figure out how they stayed on his face) and on his lips, a faint red lipstick had been put on, making his lips puff out in what Kabuto called a 'sexy manner'.

"You know Gaara, if you continue to frown like that, you'll start to get wrinkles."

Gaara turned on Kabuto with a defiant stare. "I'm going to frown as much as I fucking want. I'm wearing a fucking skirt right now. You think I'm happy about wearing this, let alone being seen in this?"

"It's called a kilt."

Gaara snapped back, "Skirt, kilt, I don't fucking care. What I want is to be in normal clothes with no fucking make-up on!"

Kabuto sighed. "Sorry Gaara but this is what Orochimaru wants you to wear."

Gaara looked down, grinding his teeth together. This had to be the most humiliating moment of his life. Kabuto spoke up again, "It looks like it's time to go Gaara. Now remember, I know you don't like this, but don't throw a fit. You're pregnant and overexerting yourself will only do them harm. Now, let's go find Orochimaru."

They left the bathroom and walked down a hall Gaara had never seen before. At the end of the hall was a set of double doors, reaching up as high as the ceiling. Gaara looked at Kabuto. "Are you going?"

"I'm Orochimaru's eyes and ears; I go to everything." He gazed at the red-head pointedly before stopping. Orochimaru appeared as if from no where and a smile of pure malice and lust crossed his face. "Why Gaara, you look beautiful." He took a step closer and ran a finger through Gaara's wild hair. "Shall we?" Orochimaru held out his hand to Gaara who stared at it for a good minute before taking it. The snake-man smirked and Gaara frowned as they turned towards the double doors. Kabuto went to the doors and began pushing them open. A flash of light hit Gaara in the eye, momentarily blinding him. Through his haze, he heard Kabuto's distinct voice ring out throughout the hall. "Orochimaru and his servant, Gaara."

Author's Note: Concerning the outfit: when I say fitted, I mean it in the stretchy way that stretches when you're putting it on, but clings to you once it's actually on your body. Also the 'kilt' is not like a scottish man's kilt. It's meant to have a Egyptian look to it. And yes, people called those skirt things the Egyptians wore kilts. I don't know why...