Well I hope you're all damn happy, because I'm pulling an all-nighter to write today. I feel guilty for being so bad with updating this story. You should be happy to know that while I was away in lala land I came up with the main pairing and this story and a general plot. I won't spoil all of it, but for those of you who've seen Final Destination (I just watched the 3rd one a few days ago...fucking awesome) it may turn out to be something like that. Anyone wanna make a guess who death is? ;) Anyways, enjoy this chapter because I'm going to end up falling asleep writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit.

Last Time

Unstable footsteps, seemingly randomly placed could be heard through the silence of the hallways. "Blood...blood...blood." a chant was whispered under the breath of the monster himself.

The figured stopped outside of a door. It had the words 'staff room' on it. With a maniacal grin, a pale hand pushed the door open.

Gaara had spotted his prey.

The hunt is on.

Gaara took a step into the room, his eyes wide, turning black with a strange gold pupil adorning the center. He let out a laugh that rattled the windows, his mouth opened wide revealing sharp canine-like teeth. "BLOOD!" he shrieked. ((AN: If anyone has seen the episodes of Naruto that have Shukaku in them...you know the fucked up shriek I'm talking about.))

The lone occupant of the room froze, the danger of the situation not fully sinking in. "Excuse me young man. The drama room is down the hall to your right. Room number 112. Please save your acting for there." a distinct 'ping' could be heard as the guy flashed a smile at Gaara and gave him a thumbs up. "Luckily for you I won't put you in detention because I know you can't control the power of youth sometimes!"

Gaara's eyes narrowed at the man, the gold pupil the only visible part of his eye now. He studied the man in front of him, his bloodlust increasing. This man had not only lectured him, but he also had a horrible sense of fashion. ((AN: I'm aware Gaara wouldn't be concerned about this...I just had to put it in))

As Gaara studied the man's appearence, he couldn't help but be drawn to the green jumpsuit the man was wearing. 'I don't like green...I want it to be red. Red like blood. Blood. Blood. I must have blood!' a voice in his head shrieked, making Gaara clutch his head in pain.

The man noticed Gaara's sudden movements, and walked over to him quickly. "Are you alright? Got a headache? Maybe you should go see a nurs-" he looked down, eyes wide open in shock. He tried to speak, but only managed to spit a rivet of blood onto the floor in front of him.

Gaara was grinning, watching the blood soak the man's clothes. He backed up a bit, but not enough to break the contact he was enjoying so much. His pale hand was burried in the mans stomach. With supernatural strength and the anger of being touched, he hadn't thought, he had merely reacted.

Blood continued to pour from his victims wound and mouth, and Gaara wanted to savour the look of agony on his face. Grin growing wider, he thrust a second hand into the mans stomach and began twisting them and moving them around, listening to the screams of pain they emmitted.

Deciding that his new toy would die soon, and would then be boring, he felt around inside the mans body, listening to the sickening splatter of blood and unidentified organs spewing onto the once white floors. Finally finding what he was looking for, his hands circled around the object that was dully throbbing, a beat barely felt anymore. With a final tug, he ripped his hands out of his victim's body, and held his heart in his hands.

The man stood there for a minute, his body continuing to work for a few brief seconds after he saw his own heart torn from his mangled body, before his body fell backward and crumpled to the floor. A bloody mosiac of what was once Gai.

Wow I really suck at writing murders...anyways, you all know that Gai pisses you off! I hate that guy! Gaara may be a bit of a sadistic bastard, but I still love em! Hehe, well the rating may have to go up on this, depending on if I get told on for cursing and excessive violence. You all won't tell, right? -pleads- I'm also really sorry this chapter was so short! I'll work on making the next one a bit longer.