Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
The day was cold and humid but the raging anger of the night waged. The Sand village was at war with the remaining Sound village.
Ninjas scurried upon rooftops. Dead bodies lay sprawled upon houses and buildings and the blood mingled with the bright moonlight. The scent of death was everywhere making a certain blood thirsty jinchurriki itch.
Gaara was now one of two generals that led the remaining army to defend the Sand. They were on the edge of victory. It seems that the Sound's generals deserted the army and now they were lost.
His plain black jump suit made him look almost invisible but the scent of blood upon him gave his presence away.
"Who's there!" he yelled into the darkness. He made a swift movement to turn around but spotted nothing.
"Hey, Gaara, want to know something?" asked a slithering voice. Gaara shifted his position.
'How does he know where I am!' he thought while still trying to perceive the enemies location.
"You see, these new eyes of mine can give me extraordinary sight! And this body is very fit!"
"You're Orochimaru but with 'his' body!"
"You guessed right! But I got a request for you, Gaara!"
The ninja shifted again at the sound of an explosion.
"I can destroy this village tonight! You're at the end of this conflict, Gaara! But if you agree to my terms, I can give you a hint and all you have to do is give up your village but if you don't then I will kill everyone here including the innocents with my reinforcements from…Atasuki!"
Author's note: I cannot make these chapters long! I have to cut these things short for time schedules. School has already begun and I'm short on time 'cause I have to go to music school afterwards and my time for writing is cut extremely short. But I will try to speed things up since I have two hours of school free (NO ELECTIVES FOR ME)! But alas, I cannot make it long. It's just my style of writing.