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Naruto: Dang straight

Hey wait. I thought you left?

Naruto: NOPE! BELI-

Gaara: Don't even.

It was late. Darkness blanketed Suna, the taller buildings seeming to touch the stars. Sachi laid in her bed, wondering when sleep would come to her. This had been occurring more and more lately, this lack of sleep. But by not sleeping, she didn't have the nightmares. Those horrible dreams she had been having lately, plunging into depths of her mind she was not ready to accept yet. It was alarming, these images she didn't know she even had. The only thing these nightmares had accomplished was showing her what she had dreaded about her past.

It had gone on for a week or so, until Sachi wasn't able to take it anymore. She tried to stay awake at night, to prevent these nightmares. What else was an eleven year old too do? Most young kids would go straight to their mother's room when they had a bad dream- but she couldn't. She had no mother, and no way to escape.

Sachi gave up trying to lie in bed. It was hopeless, if she was to stay awake. As she walked out of her room, she wondered where Gaara was. He couldn't be sleeping, Sachi knew that. She wandered into the kitchen and saw a note on the table.

Gaara,

I haven't been able to sleep lately, and I got up to stretch my legs. Meet me at the park, and we can talk.

Sachi

What was this? Sachi hadn't written this! Yet there it was, he name signed at the bottom in her quick, small symbols. She knew immediately something was wrong, and it was going to stir up a lot of trouble. She grabbed her kunai, slid into khakis, keeping on her plain blue tee. She hid her kunai in a pouch, concealed in her pocket. Whoever was after either her of Gaara mustn't know she was onto them.

A blast of cold air met her when she walked outside. This wasn't normal cold air, though. This was evil, cursed cold air. Like a horrible fate was awaiting Sachi, even though she had done nothing wrong.

"I see you're awake." Came the seemingly bored, cruel voice of a man who Sachi could not completely see. He was just a silhouette in the light of the moon. But Sachi had this strange feeling she knew this man. Then it hit her. This was the man she had ran into so many years ago, who smirked at her and disappeared.

"What do you want?" She snarled. "Sharingan!"She whispered, so the man could barely hear. Her eyes turned blood red, and Sachi automatically prepared to defend herself. Why would she defend, and not fight? Because this man was dangerous. She just knew, in her heart. This was where the cold breeze was coming from- this man.

"What I want? Oh, I don't know. I was just taking a stroll and…" He trailed off, his gaze drifting to Sachi's eyes. "The Sharingan? So it is true…" He mumbled to himself.

"What- Do- You- WANT?" Sachi shouted, exasperated. This man was either incredibly stupid or incredibly clever. Either way, he was annoying the heck out of Sachi, and it was getting increasingly hard to control her temper.

"Oh dear, what a hot head." He said in a mocking tone, smirking. He was enjoying this. Sachi would've just killed him, except she really did want to know what he wanted. Sachi deactivated her sharingan and smiled disarmingly.

"Oh dear, what a moron." She snapped back angrily, though still smiling, and holding his gaze. "Now tell me what you want. You wrote that note in the kitchen, right? What for? Where's Gaara?" Speaking of Gaara, she wished he was here right now. He'd make this old fool go away. Well, Sachi thought to herself, He may be old, but he's certainly no fool. She could say that again. This pompous jerk had her right where he wanted her- angry and curious and confused. All that "good" stuff.

"Yes, I wrote the note. My name is Orochimaru. And what I want," he spoke, taking a step forward, his tongue snaking from behind his lips. Snaking Sachi though, taking a step back That's what it was. He's like a snake. I remember! "Is you." Sachi tried her hardest to remain expressionless, but it was too hard. A short, scared gasp escaped her lips. Her? What for?

She wasn't important or significant or…

"Why?" She heard herself say. It was second nature to her to ask questions- to ask why, to want to know things. Sachi hadn't always been the energetic one. She used to be quiet, almost never talking. The only word she'd say, if she chose to speak, was "Why?"

Usually, it was in reference to her mother leaving at night, her brother getting into fights, getting dirty glares when she walked with her mother to the grocery store or to restaurants. But she rarely used this word anymore- not with Gaara. She'd give him time to tell her, all on his own.

"Because." He said pointedly, simply "you have what I need." Sachi wondered, exactly, what this was. "Your kekkei genkai." He said, sensing her question "You have not only one but two, and you're alive and able to use both of them at will almost flawlessly. Except- you need work on them. And that's why I want you. I want to improve you." It sounded to simple. Sachi learned how most people meant more then they said, and usually they left out the bad part.

"Why should I let you help me? I'm fine here, and besides, Gaara…" She trailed off. He wouldn't understand. Gaara needed her. It was simple. She couldn't go. Especially if it meant leaving Gaara behind. You see, ever since the night Yashamaru died, Gaara and Sachi became inseparable. Sachi finally felt needed, as did Gaara. Some people think everyone is half a person, just walking around, until they die- then they become complete. But not Sachi and Gaara. Together, they were one person. They were, as Sachi dreamed from the day she met Gaara, perfect for each other. A perfect fit. It was as if both of them were now complete.

"Because," Orochimaru stated blandly again "I have something you've wanted all your life in Suna. Something you've missed greatly." Sachi's eyes widened. Could he mean…? "Yes, Sachi. I mean your brother. He's alive." Yes! He was alive! Sachi couldn't wait to see him. She envisioned it all- a warm reunion. Dai would be so proud of her! She could now use her Sharingan, just like him. But wait. What if it was a trap? And what about Gaara?

"How do I know you're telling me the truth? And once again, what about Gaara…?" Orochimaru smirked. Damnit, Sachi thought, If he smirks one more freaking time… He pulled out a sketchpad. The word "SACHI" was written on it, in crooked, four year old handwriting. Her sketchpad? Only Dai would have that…

"See? He had this when I found him. And as for Gaara, I told him. He's completely fine with it." Sachi had a hard time believing this.

"I'll go ask him, just in case…" She said hopefully, turning the opposite way, taking a step towards the park "I want to say goodbye." Orochimaru grabbed her hand, preventing her from going any farther.

"It's now," he said, smirking (Damn HIM, Sachi thought) "Or never."

Hey guys! Hope you liked it. It's a bit odd, and maybe short, but it took me a while to get it out. I've been having some MAJOR writer's block, but I am sooooo over it. Make sure you read my To Wish Upon A Star fanfic. It's a work in progress, like this lovely piece of art. Hope you liked it!