((Whelp, I guess it's about time I get this show on the road. Sorry for taking a bit to write back. I got into my Mori-story on top of my trips to the doctor, work, and life in general. I'm going to the neurologist on Monday so God willing they find out what's wrong with me so I can start getting better. Anywho, here's the answers to those kind enough to review:

The Sand Alchemist: I'm happy you like that chapter and I'm taking steps to try to get better... expensive steps that are gonna make my wallet cry. But it's neccessary. Le sigh...

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Thanks to MeghanTheKunoichi, wolfgirl517, Alexandrea Likes Pie and MutantHunnyBunny for favoriting this story. Mad loves to all those who are still reading and to those who will read in the future.))

Chapter 11: Flirting With Danger

Gaara entered the misty residence, slowly making his way towards the center. With so much fog, his sand would be more difficult to control. In fact, he felt his sand armor becoming wetter, itchier, and slowly slipping off. His eyes widened in disbelief. There was no way this could be happening unless...

'She already knows I'm here...' he thought, biting his sandy lip only to spit the gritty moist substance out. He put down his gourd and released the chakra that held his armor onto his body. He couldn't keep it anyway so he'd just have to go into the battle without any means to defend himself. He knew some taijutsu- just enough to protect himself. But it was common knowledge that almost all of his power was connected to that blood-drenched sand.

He slowly made his way to his room at the heart of the Tower and saw a sight that both shocked him and turned him on... just a little bit. Mishka was standing over a bleeding Anali. Cuts and scraps adorned her body while the white-haired witch was surrounded by a denser fog that was currently inflicting damage. "What about now? Will he take your side now? Have I injured you enough to justify your crusifiction?"

Almost immediately, Gaara noticed the differences between his Mishka and this new violent one. The stance was now too opposing, too dominating to be his girl's. Her eyes were a darker shade of honey gold. Her hair, usually long and straight, was now twisting in the misty currents. Her body was tense as she struck again and again.

Then those beautiful bewitching eyes turned to clash with his seafoam orbs and she gave a preditory grin. "Well? Will you take her as your mate? She seemed so certain that you would once you saw what I'd done to her..."

"Mishka..." the redhead began with a soft sigh.

Anali coughed lightly and looked at Gaara. "Save... m-me... Gaa-a-ara... sa-ma..." Her brown hair was matted and dark with the taint of her own blood, a blood vessel in her left eye had burst due to the destruction, her clothes practically in rags.

"... no. I don't love you, Anali... But I'll make sure you have the best medical care Suna can provide."

The brunette nodded slightly. "Kill her... bef-fore she... huurts... y-you... m-mons-ter... Mish-ka... kill..." She slipped into merciful unconsciousness at that moment due to the pain.

"I think I also took a few ribs..." Mishka said softly with a light smile. "Stupid girl said too much and drove me over the edge. Now that I've done this, I've insured that my existance in this world won't be over-shadowed by my more prominent nature."

"So this isn't a possession of blood?" Gaara asked, turning his attention towards his beloved.

The white-nette shrugged. "Maybe something like that. But it's more like she denied me for so long that when she snapped, I rushed out to do what I do best." She grinned maliciously and giggled. "It feels so great being out and about, not having to hide." She spun around in a circle. "Thank goodness for talking to all those old dead guys. If I hadn't, I'd just be a bitch with a mouth! But using the Cloud Warriors abilities for my deeds makes me a threat to be reckoned with! And a good powerhouse to be by your side."

"Excuse me?"

"Think about it... with me as your bride, those old farts that call themselves the Council won't be able to say no to you. So you get your girl and I get to be free."

Gaara shook his head. "What about Mishka?"

"I AM Mishka..."

"No, you're not..."

The white-haired female growled lightly. "Yes, I am. My body-"

"- but not your mind. You're a different creature."

"I'm everything that she didn't want to show you. I'm her inner bitch- cunning, sexy..." She slowly approached the redhead, a mischievious glint in her eyes. "... tricky, murdering..." She backed him into a wall and pressed her toned body against his. "You won't need to go so slow with me. I like to fuck and I know you'll like it too..." She pressed her lips against the underside of his ear before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it softly. "So what do you say...?"

Kankuro and Kaya waited outside the building as instructed. They'd already sent the first of the forming mob to the hospital for the medic and were now demanding that the citizens stand back. "Damnit, Gaara, you better fix this quick before this mob overtakes us!" the elder sand brother growled angrily.

Kaya threw her head back to get the hair out of her face. "What's taking him so long?"

((Okay, shorter than before but hey, it works, yeah? So what's Gaara gonna do? If he was smart, he'd at least check out the goods and see how good she is beneath the sheets. But he won't. I think we all know what's gonna happen but... I'm still ending it here. Review for the next one!I))