Well I was going to make you all wait a long time for a chapter, but someone threatened to sic Kyuubi on me, so I figured I had better make some sort of update. I'm also going to be posting another Naruto story, but I'll make an attempt to continue with the updates on this one. Enjoy.

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Soon only Hinata was left, staring in shock at the man before her, both of them drenched in blood. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she saw him raise his hand, and sand enveloped her small form. She felt pressure all around her, and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

Gaara stood there; grinning insanely as he started closing his hand into a fist, watching Hinata's face contort with pain the tighter the sand crushed her. It was then he noticed something behind Hinata's frail form. A painting sitting on an easel, a perfect image of his home, or what he always wanted it to look like, bloody and devoid of life. It was as if someone had taken the image straight out of his mind.

He stood there, hand no longer clenching, merely staring at the picture, trying to figure out who could have done such dark work, a mirror image of his own thoughts. He closed his eyes, thinking back. When he opened them again, he was no longer focused on the painting, but on Hinata's frightened pale eyes.

"You were outside my house earlier. What were you doing?"

Hinata was still being suspended by the sand, and on top of her terror, she was now confused. "I d-don't remember s-seeing you...w-where do you l-live?" she figured she would go along with his sudden change in behavior in order to buy herself some time.

"The Sabaku house is what everyone seems to call it. And stop that damn stuttering, its making me want to kill you even more than before." His deathly calm voice stated.

Hinata took a deep breath, which was considerably hard because the sand was once again constricting. "P-please, I c-can't help it!" She had always stuttered, it was a nervous reflex she'd obtained during her childhood. "I h-have been to the S-sabaku house. I was t-there this morning." She tried to control her stutter so it was minimized and harder to hear, but couldn't seem to do it.

"I told you to stop that damned stuttering!" Gaara's hand squeezed tighter, and a smirk appeared on his face once he heard Hinata's gasp of pain. "What were you doing there? Aren't you aware that some fat kid was killed there recently?" he glared at her, in his mind reliving how he killed Chouji previously.

Hinata couldn't even speak, she was trying too hard to get an intake of breath.

"Answer me!" Gaara snarled out, his eyes becoming crazed. He closed his hand until it was almost a fist. He heard a few cracks, which he presumed to be the young girl's bones snapping, and he listened to her cough up blood. He grinned insanely as he watched her go limp in his sand.

He figured her blood wasn't even worth covering his sand with, so he let her fall to the ground and focused again on the painting. It was then he noticed a small signature in the corner of it. 'Hinata Hyuuga...I was sure that the Hyuuga's only had one female in high school now, and she's attending a private school somewhere else.' He shifted his gaze to look at Hinata who was moaning in pain on the floor, attempting to move, but was met with pain whenever she tried to support herself on a broken limb. 'Kankuro did tell me something about the branch family gaining a new member...someone that used to belong to the head family. I never bothered asking who...'

Gaara looked up when he felt his sand being whipped around by a strong blast of wind. It was coming through the door rapidly, and once it cleared he could see two figures standing there.

"Gaara! What have you done!" Temari stood there, a giant fan in her hand, looking around at the blood covering the room.

Kankuro was slowly walking towards Gaara and Hinata. "You need to calm down Bro, you've already caused enough damage and its going to take a helluva lot to get you out of here without being spotted." he took a good look at Hinata. "Oh shit! Gaara! She's a Hyuuga! Are you mad! Her cousin is Neji. THE Neji! As in genius Neji who could probably kick our asses!"

"I don't care who her cousin is. I could care less about her. The only reason she's even alive is because she was too pathetic for me to waste energy on." He turned his back on his siblings, and focused on the painting.

"Is that our old place? Whoa...Gaara, did you do that or something? I mean that's some twisted shit." Temari walked over to examine it, she tried to take it from Gaara only to find herself thrown into the wall by sand.

"DON'T TOUCH IT! IT BELONGS TO US! MOTHER AND ME ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN TOUCH IT!" Gaara's eyes changed from green to gold, the whites of his eyes began changing black. "STAY AWAY FROM IT! STAY AWAY!" he screamed, his voice taking on a completely different tone.

"Kankuro, we need to leave. NOW!" Temari was watching Gaara's change from across the room. She had her fan out once again, ready to fight if she needed to, though she stood no chance against Gaara.

Kankuro moved quickly, appearing beside Temari. "What should we do about him? If we leave him he'll go on a rampage! The whole school hasn't been evacuated yet! And even if the students are outside, it'll just be like hunting for the demon inside him."

Temari looked at him. "Would you rather die trying to stop him? Shit! His arm is changing! I'm outta here!" she ran out the door, using her fan and riding it to move faster. She was followed out by Kankuro seconds later.

Gaara was slowly transforming into the demon. He still held the painting, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to make it a reality. He suddenly heard a gasp from behind him, and turned to see Hinata had managed to get into a kneeling position. She was looking at him with absolute terror, but it quickly changed to confusion.

"W-why are you h-holding my painting?" minutes before he had been attempting to slaughter the entire school, but now he seemed engrossed by the art in front of him. She had no idea that with that simple sentence she had changed the entire course of her life. She felt herself being surrounded by sand once again, but this time it didn't begin to compress and crush her, merely restrained her. She screamed out in agony as her bones grinded together.

Gaara made sure he had a firm hold on the small woman. He heard a series of footsteps running down the hall and watched as a woman with blonde hair in pigtails, as well as another with short black hair burst into the room. He could already sense the power levels of the blonde one, and knew she wasn't anyone to mess with at the moment. With that, he inhaled deeply, and punched himself in the stomach, causing a huge burst of air to take out a whole wall.

Using his tail that had recently appeared, he bounded away from the building, his sand following him closely, Hinata still held tightly by it.

Tsunade stood there, staring in shock. "Shizune, he had a student when he left, didn't he? Who did he take?"

Shizune looked around the room, surveying all the damage. "I believe she was a Hyuuga, at least I assume she was considering her eyes. The only female Hyuuga we have at the school would be Hinata. Should we pursue him?"

Tsunade's eyes widened at the mention of a Hyuuga being taken. That was definitely going to lead to a lot of problems. "We can't. He's already too far away to catch. Besides, whatever that thing was, it seems to have changed into another form...I have no idea where or what to look for."

Shizune looked at the bodies scattered around the room. "21 deceased students. 1 deceased staff member. Cause of death, unknown. That sand that followed that thing out must have had something to do with it, but I don't know how it could be used. Surely nothing could control sand?"

"No one human could control sand...and that thing clearly wasn't human."

"What was it then?"

"A monster."

Okay that's all for now. Not sure when I'll update again but two updates in two days isn't bad, ne? Okay I know this chapter REALLY blows, but for whatever reason I couldn't think of what to write. Coming down with some writer's block I think. snarls at self