Here is the next chapter!!! Oh and if you people are wondering why it's under Supernatural, you'll see in here.

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Chapter II

I sit down on my bed and take the annoying heels off and just drop them on the floor. I cross my legs Indian style and rest my elbow on my knee and put my chin on hand.

I didn't explain myself very well did I? Well why don't I just go down the list. First, my name, Gaara Sabaku. My first name sounds too much like a boys', even though I AM a boy. In school, the name that was given to the district both here and where I lived before is Daara. I don't like it. Now my last name, Sabaku. It was obviously my Dad's last name so it's mine. My Mom's maiden name was Kaze, not that it matters.

Next thing is…I'm a thirteen-year-old boy. Yup, I'm a teenager. Yay! NOT!!! Do you know what being a teenager means? If you guessed puberty, then you're right. I started puberty not too long ago and since then it's been even harder to conceal my boyhood. My voice isn't really deep yet, so I sound like a deepish girl. Dad makes me wear a chocker collar thing to hide my Adams apple (even though it's hardly there). As for hair, (shudder) shave it off. To put some icing on the cake, I have to wear…panties…bikini type too. Oh and we can't forget the sprinkles! I have to wear a bra and stuff it so it looks like I have boobs.

What else did I say? Oh right, I'm only allowed to wear boys' clothes when I have a doctor's appointment. Yes, Dad forces me to cross-dress. It wasn't that bad when he first started forcing me, but of course not many three year olds understand the things like 'Boys shouldn't wear dresses.' When I was eight, it dawned on me that 'Hey wait, I'm a boy and I pee sitting down!' To answer it for you, I was never potty trained like a boy…Anyway, with the doctor thing, Dr. Whatever-his-or-her-name-was-or-is no duh knows I'm a boy.

Allow me to explain my past. I was born in Suna, dramatic right? Suna, Arizona to be exact. We moved here to Konoha, Pennsylvania. I exaggerated when I said a week. It was more like four days…My Mom died giving birth to me, there's more to the story but I don't want to tell anyone right now. She had a brother, Yashamaru. He had two kids with his wife that was killed before I was born. My cousins, Temari and Kankuro, seemed nice enough, but I didn't know that first hand. You see, I wasn't aloud to be near them even though their house was right next to mine. With those three, something happened Yashamaru when I was three and the other two, when I was four.

Now for the popularity thing: I really only had five friends. The six of us where really close and met in kindergarten. Actually, they're how I figured out that I was gender confused but I'll get into more detail later. The first friend was Angela. When we met, she was a happy bubbly girl that hardly had a care in the world. By the time we got into fifth grade, it was all run out. She turned into a gothic girl. The reason I got along with her was because she liked history and I knew a lot of history from going to the library everyday my Dad let me. (To say, it was just about everyday.)

The next girl was Kazadura. She was the complete opposite of Angela. She started out quiet and got LOUD! I got along with her because she liked a lot of the same things as me. Suki is next, sport girl. She always was too. She liked to run or walk in the park and Dad let me do that after the library with her. Kiki, she was a valley girl that would have failed right out of school without my help. And finally, Ashai Menmou. She was my best friend, but she moved a year ago just before my secret got out. Why she as my best friend…she know my secret and that I'm a boy. Her Dad was Dr. Menmou, my psychiatrist. She swore to never tell either, same with her Dad. But when I got a new psychiatrist, it all went crashing down.

My Dad called up about pills, there are three of them. All three of them have to do with the…secret. My Dad does more than just neglect the fact that I'm a boy and calls me stupid and everything. Oh no. He beats me so I get a bunch of bruises. I don't have many scars but the few that I do have a pretty nasty. Physical abuse isn't his favorite to do to me, the favorite is sexual. I'm very unstable and if I don't take the third pill, I could start going on a rampage using my secret.

Remember I said that I was eight and…yeah that. The reason was because I was at a sleep over with them and we were changing into our pajamas. My Dad told me to change in the bathroom or else and when I walked back into the room…you could figure it out.

Ok, I have been rambling on about my secret. I'm not gonna say what it is until tonight.

I sigh and stand up. The pills have a side affect on me; they make me have to pee a lot. When I'm finished in the bathroom, I go back to my room and pull a book out. The book, I've read it a thousand times but I read it anyway. I lie down on my stomach and start reading.

About an hour later, at around five o'clock, I close the book and slink downstairs. Dad's on the computer, probably looking for a psychiatrist for me. "Dad?" I ask. He grunts to show he's listening. "I-I have two things…could I…go to the library?"

"Whatever, as long as you're back before dinner." He grumbles. Ok…that's clear; dinner is normally varied with this family. "What's the other thing?"

I gulp, "Could I…could I roam tonight?" He turns around in the black computer chair and looks at me.

"You better not be seen."

"Thank you," I nod and run upstairs. Trust me, I'm really girly outed, but I don't like it. I say this because I go into my room to grab a purse. (Gasp) Yes, a purse. Inside are a few things: Bubble gum, a book (duh I'm a nerd), house keys, and that's about it. I throw it over my shoulder and slide my small feet into my shoes. Yeah, kid has got tiny girl feet. Be quiet, isn't that one pill supposed to shut up you up? No, it's supposed to keep me quieter! If you didn't have that, I'd talk twenty-four/seven!

I go down the steps and out the front door. I know where the library is because we pasted it while driving here. If I had to guess, I would say it's about a ten minute walk. I go to my left and start to walk.

The building is an old one and has a big front door with the word 'Library' engraved in stone. I step in and the man behind the desk looks at me, "Well hello there Miss, I've never seen you here before." The man has a weird bera thingy and he's wearing sunglasses. He's wearing a blue shirt and…I can't see his pants.

"Um…yeah," I'm kind of shy, "I just moved here."

"Oh, welcome to the Konoha Library! Would you care for a library card?" He smiles. I shyly nod. "Well come with me then!" He leads me to a computer.

Once I have the card, I thank him and walk over to the 'Horror' section. A while later, I'm sitting a table and reading a book that (gasp) I've never read before. A girl walks by; she freezes and walks backwards. "Hi," She smiles. Her hair his light blonde and her eyes are light blue. She's wearing purple short shorts and a red tank top.

I look up from my book, "Uh…hi?"

"Are you new in this town?"

Duh, "Yeah. What do you care?"

"Well, aren't you friendly. I'm Ino."

I raise a non-existing eyebrow, "Daara…"

"Well Daara, what's a girl like you reading a book like that?"

I look at the book, "What's wrong with it?"

"Uh, duh!" Ino sits in the empty seat across form me. "The book is about a guy who killed his wife because some weird wizard dude put a spell on him!"

I shrug and keep reading. I hand appears on the spine of the book and pushes it down. "Hey, where'd you move from? You're really of pale."

I blink, "Suna, Arizona." Her eyes widen.

"Wow. Cool! Are you going into ninth grade?"

I shake my head, "Eighth…what were you talking about with the…when you said 'a girl like you.' What the hell did you mean?"

"Oh, well you're wearing such…cute clothes. My best friend actually has same skirt as that. Oh and just a little fashion tip, don't wear a pink bra if you're wearing a white shirt."

My cheeks tint, "Well…y-yeah I knew that. I just grabbed a shirt at random, it was dark."

"Che, whatever. Eighth grade huh? Wow, good luck if you get Baki as an English teacher. He's funny and you get more laughing in than studying."

I give her a fucking-moron look, "You don't look like someone that cares about grades."

"Well I do care, a lot. I'm Co-Captain of the Cheer-Squad; I have to keep my grades up. A little advice, if you want to get popular fast, become a cheerleader!"

"Urm…no, that's not really my thing…" I stand up to put the book back.

"Why not? You'd be perfect and further more, every girl on the team has black, brown, or blonde hair! My friends call the cheerleaders the 'Triangle girls.' There's only one girl that really stands out and that's the Captain. If you were to join, you and her would be the stars of the team!"

I roll my eyes, "I'm not big on being the center of attention. I got enough of that at my old school," I turn and face her.

"Hey," She says, pointing to my neck, "you have a necklace on, lemme see it!"

I shake my head, "You don't want to see this old thing. It's ugly, that's why I keep it down my shirt." In reality, I don't think it's ugly, I think it's pretty cool looking…

"Oh come on, if it was that ugly you wouldn't wear it."

With a sigh, I pull the necklace out. Ino gently lifts the jewel up and examines it. After a minute, her eyes widen. She looks up at me, "There are only…two of these in the world!" She whispers. "Well…sorta, only two black ones. But still, Daara, how did you get your hands on this?"

In truth, my Mom left it for me. I've seen pictures of her and she was always wearing a red just like it, even on her wedding day she was wearing it. "My Mom gave it to me." I mumble.

She blinks, "Do you think your mom stole it from someone?"

I lower my brow, "I do not think that my Mom ever stole a thing in her life! And to be honest, she had one just like it!"

Ino looks at it again, "Was it black too?"

"No, it was red, why?" I'm baffled now.

"No reason…See ya around," She sounded distant. She looks at it once more then walks away. I put the necklace back down my shirt and leave as well.

While walking home, I pass an old barn. I stop and look up at it. There's a center window and the only shutter is falling…is off. This building looks like it's been through a whole lot. I look back at the sidewalk and start walking again, but freeze. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure staring at me through the window. I turn my head and look at it…nothing. The minute I look back at the ground, I see it again. This time I don't stupidly turn and look at it. The figure I can make out as a boy. The weirdest thing is…he isn't solid, I can nearly see through him.

I gulp and keep going. I can almost here a whisper saying, "Very good, you saw me." I shiver and quicken my pace.

I walk up my drive way and put my key in the front door. When inside, the smell of pizza fills me. I gag a little. Pizza isn't my favorite thing in the world to eat; in fact it's one of my least favorites. Pizza and vegetables are gross. I talk my purse up to my room and take my shoes off.

In the kitchen, I slowly eat what was given to me. Dad stands up, "You know the rules, wait until I'm asleep before you 'roam.'" I just nod. He leaves the room.

I feel sick…I hate this meal. I pick the dish up and drop the rest into the trash. After putting the dish in the dishwasher, I go upstairs again. "Get your shower ass!" Dad calls from his room. Grrr. I go into my room and grab a pair of underwear and an over sized T-shirt.

I enter the bathroom, close the door, and put my stuff on the toilet tank. After I turn the water on, I pull the shirt off. Incase you were wondering what I have to stuff the bra with; they're basically jell things that are a certain thickness to make it look realistic. Realistic is right, you look like you have Bs. Be quiet. I unhook the bra and pull it off. I never take the necklace off, not even in the shower.

Hours later, I'm sitting on my bed watching the heart shaped clock across from the bed. Tick, tick, tickIS THAT ALL THAT FUCKING THING CAN DO?! The clock down stairs chimes eleven. I stand up, open my door and listen. Dad's quiet snoring echoes through out the tranquil house. I nod, turn the light in my room off, then pull the over sized T-shirt off. I pull the panties off and slip out of the room.

When I'm in the kitchen, I open the third door down. This door leads to the laundry room and another door. I open the other door and go down the two steps. Now I'm in the two-car garage. Dad's car is here. On the other side of the room, there's yet another door. I go out that one and find myself outside.

I close the door as the wind blows. The wind ruffles my hair and carries with it haunting noises. I sniff the air and walk forward. I take a deep breath and crouch down onto all fours. I take another deep breath and a red-hot feeling erupts in the pit of my stomach and spreads like wildfire. I bow my head as my bones start to make cracking noises and shift.

My eyes are squeezed shut, but I still know that my jawbones are growing out into a muzzle, teeth into razor sharp fangs. My noise gets wet and black. My spin ripples and grows out into a tail. I start to growl as my knees flip around, slowly. My hands and feet shift into paws and my thumbs move to more my wrist place. My nails harden and grow longer and sharper. I turn my head as my ears move up my skull and get longer and pointer. The necklace goes into my skin, sting and all. No one would be able to tell that it's even on.

My fur starts to grow all over my body. When the change is complete, I pant, my longer tongue fat and dripping with saliva. The tongue licks over my muzzle and I sit on my hindquarters, I throw my head and then let out a deep, loud, throaty howl. I stop howling and let my eyes adjust. I can't see too much color when I'm like this but I know that the helmet of my head is my hair color along with half of my sides and the top part of my tail. My under side is white and so is the rest of my head head/face. The tops and outside part of my arms and legs are red too. The black of my rings are still there.

Yes, I'm a werewolf. That's my horrible secret. And earlier I lied with…body hair. I don't shave it off, instead I grow it inward. I can retract hair because of my werewolf ness. Honestly, there's only one place I don't retract the hair but I think you can figure it out on your own. Here's a hint, it isn't my head.

I stand up, shake front head to my tail, and then trot over to a tree. Every time I transform, I have to go to the bathroom when I'm done. After I relive myself I decide to go back to that weird barn.

At the barn, I push the door open with my nose. It opens with a creak. I slowly walk inside. Boxes are all over the place; this place must have been a storage place. I walk up to one and look at the date written on it, 1776. Whoa, that's old… I sniff the air and smell decay. I look around and see steps leading up but the smell isn't coming from there. I look around more and notice a handle on the floor. I walk over to it, grab it with my teeth and pull it open. Stairs, leading down.

I walk down them, careful not to trip. At the bottom, I look around and see a large box. I carefully open it and look inside. Sitting inside it is a really rotten looking skeleton. I blink and walk around behind the box and close it. When I look up, I see a white figure sitting on the steps. His hair is messy (not as much as mine) and he has six whisker like marks, three on either side.

I blink and gaze at him. He stands up, walks down the steps and moves to the right. He nods his head up, telling me I can go back to the main floor. My padded feet move across the floor and up the steps.

Back outside, I feel my stomach rumbling. Here's the other reason why I don't like pizza, it doesn't stick with a werewolf's metabolism.

I've just finished eating a rabbit and now have blood on my muzzle and my front paws. I'm looking for fresh water to get a drink from. I jump over some bushes and see a river. I trot to the edge and start lapping up water. I lift my head up for a minute to let my tongue run over my muzzle. Eyes. I look up and see a head…well, sort of. It's really more under the eyes and up. The hair is black and looks like it would be bowl cut and the eyes are big and black. The head slowly sinks down under the water and I turn and run off.

Chapter 2, done! Please R&R!!!