Bite Me

Chapter 4

July 10, 2007

I disclaim Naruto.

AN/ Hey guys, this chappie drove me NUTS!! I've got about eight whole pages of notes, useless doodles, and random conversations that eventually gave birth to this chapter. It finally decided that it was going to start with a special little flashback, which is what Gaara dreamed when he was unconscious. I would also like you to know that it is REALLY hard to write from the point of view of an emotionally screwed up, six-year-old child, namely Gaara. And just so everyone knows, here are the ages so that everyone is clear:

Neji- 21

Gaara- 17ish (I haven't decided yet ;)

Naruto- 16

Hinata- 20

Kiba- 20

Tsunade- 50+, like in the series

Temari- 23

Shikamaru- 20

Kankuro- 25

Jeez, is that everyone? Hmm…

And I would like to apologize to everyone for the extreme OOC-ness of all the characters, I didn't mean for that to happen. Okay, I'll shut up now…

Scene change

Flashback/Dream sequence

Father was in front of me, looking down upon me. His face was scary and I held onto Uncle Yashamaru's hand tighter.

We're walking down a big long hallway, and its dark, father's footsteps sounding like a monster was chasing me. Uncle Yashamaru hadn't come with me. Father didn't like me, and I was scared by how he was taking me somewhere without sister or brother.

Father stepped at a door an opened it, standing beside the open doorway. When I got to him, he looked pleased and that scared me. I looked into the room to see other little kids like me. There were toys in the room, and the kids were playing with them, but they were all kinda skinny and skittish, like wild dogs. I looked back at father and he grinned at me. My eyes widened and I stepped back, wanting to run away, but Father grabbed my arm, shoving me into the room and shutting the door behind me. I was crying now. I didn't want to be alone. There wasn't a doorknob and I couldn't get out. Giving up, I turned around and faced the crowding children.

I was sitting in a big room with scary men in white coats crowding around me, one holding a syringe behind his back, failing to hide it from me. I tried to hide from them in my seat, making myself really small in my seat, but they caught me anyway and there was a sharp sting in my leg before everything went black. I was strapped into a chair and there was a lot of lab stuff around me. The scary men in white coats were also there and I tried to get out of the straps holding me down, but they'd tied me in too good. One of the scary men came towards me with a syringe and I screamed, struggling to get away. No matter what, I didn't want them to put that stuff in me. I had been here for around a month and was the last of the original kids. All the others had been taken away one by one, only to be replaced by new ones. They were all between five and seven years old and all of them except me didn't' have a family. All of those that had been taken never came back. One of the scary men came at me and held my shoulders down. I screamed again, crying while the first man stabbed the needle into my chest, squeezing the liquid into me. Slowly the world went dark around the edges but I could still see, and pain laced throughout my entire body. I could feel my body changing, my bones and flesh reforming. I distantly realized that I had broken out of the restraints. The scary men were trying to hold me down, but I was strong now and they weren't so scary anymore. Then I heard a voice from beside me. "Yes, kill them, they hurt you, they deserve to die." The voice scared me and I ran out of the room, breaking anything in my way, my mind reeling. "Wh-who—What are you?!" I didn't know if that was out loud or not, and didn't care. The voice seemed to laugh and replied, "I am Shukaku, I am what you are now. We are one." "Okay" I thought and the world went black, the smell of trees lingering in my mind… At the secret house…

They walked through the thick foliage towards the house hidden in the middle of the woods. A blonde woman in her early twenties was walking along side a lazy, dark haired man a few years younger than the woman, their hands united between them. Behind the couple was a dark haired man older than the both of them, exotic purple lines adorning his face.

They made their way into the house and up to the room where a boy had been place the previous day, rarely a word being spoken between the three of them.

When they reached the room, they found it empty of life, a collar attached to the end of a chain lying unfastened at the furthest end of the room. The blonde woman gasped, the first dark haired man wrapping his arm around her and holding her close while the remaining man ran through the house calling for the missing boy.

Little did they know that the boy they were looking for, named Gaara Sabaku, was currently eating waffles at Neji Hyuuga's house, readapting to the outside world.

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AN/ I know, I know, it's short, but my plot bunnies are dying and I have the worst case of writer's block ever! This was kinda like a filler chap to explain a few things. And everyone knows who the three unnamed people are, right? I mean it's kinda obvious. Also, I WILL NOT UPDATE until the little number that counts the reviews reaches 20. That's six reviews. The cute fuzzy plot-bunnies are starving and sadly wasting away and they need reviews to feed them and make them all better so I can write. You'll get to see Gaara eating chocolate-chip waffles next chap, isn't that incentive enough to review?

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