Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. But uh. I wish I did? Whooo.

PS: I'm in sort of a sad, love sick mood. So this chapter might turn quite… interesting.

This has a time skip of about a half a year or so? (Sachi and Gaara are now both six)

Sachi had a horrible feeling. She was most likely sick, but she also thought it had something to do with something that was about to happen. She was no psychic, but she could at least slightly tell when something bad was going to happen.

Or perhaps, she felt sick because of something bad that had already happened. Sachi had stayed home, and Gaara had gone to the playground. He very rarely went anywhere without her, but she had been asleep, and he didn't want to wake her. She didn't really know what had happened at the playground, but Yashamaru came back home with injured arms and a very distraught Gaara. Sachi didn't want to upset Gaara even more, so she didn't ask. She just sat by him for a while, and not a word was said.

Sachi had built this connection with Gaara in the time they'd spent together. They were so alike, and it formed a very strong bond between them (as strong as six years old can have) Sachi had never had this connection with anyone but maybe her brother, and she still didn't know where he was.

"Gaara?" Sachi whispered. Gaara turned his head towards her in acknowledgement "I don't feel good… I'm gonna go lie down…" Gaara nodded and went back to looking into space. Sachi walked into the guest room she had inhabited since she had been at Gaara's house and plopped down on the bed, falling asleep almost within seconds.

When Sachi awoke, she heard Yashamaru and Gaara's voices float from the living room.

"Yashamaru, I think I understand now!" came Gaara's voice "Can I have some of those bandages?" Sachi wondered what he was talking about. Her stomach still felt unsettled, but she really wanted to know. She heard Yashamaru's voice.

"Sure Gaara, but why..?" And then she heard the rustling of bandages and the door shut- Gaara. Sachi immediately jolted up and ran out of her bedroom, her head pounding. Yashamaru opened his mouth to question her destination, but Sachi was already gone.

Sachi found Gaara running anxiously along the street, carrying a bag of what was most likely bandages. She decided it might be best not to make her presence known and silently followed. Once Gaara finally stopped, Sachi saw him approach a porch and watched from behind a bush.

"H-hello?" came Gaara's voice. Sachi was straining her neck for a peak at him, but almost fell flat on her face. Maybe it was just best to listen. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier today. It must have really hurt…" Gaara's voice trailed off.

"Get away," came an angry voice of someone, sounding Gaara and Sachi's age "Freak." Which was quickly followed by the slam of a door. Sachi could almost hear Gaara trembling and then the drop of the bag containing bandages. Sachi would have opened the person's door Gaara had been on the porch of and screamed bloody murder. She would have made them hurt so much for the things they probably always said to Gaara- but she didn't. But only because Gaara was once again moving.

Sachi heard his footsteps, quiet as they were, and came out of her hiding spot behind the bushes. A drunken man stumbled up the path, straight into Gaara. And it seemed to be over in a flash- a few seconds later he was dead. Several people came out to look, but Gaara just kept walking. So this was why Gaara never wanted to go out into his village. All these people- his own comrades- were not very eager to understand him. They were all too caught up doing there own thing to pay him any mind except to talk badly about him. Now wonder he's so alone, Sachi thought, No wonder…

Kay, I'm writing short chapters, I know, but it's better short then nothing?

Yeah. That's the ticket.