Akasuna Blood: Yay! new Chappie!

Kisame: Does paper taste good?

Akasuna Blood: Why?

Kisame: I don't know..i ate your whole story...(burp)

Akasuna Blood: Kisame!!!! You're lucky that i have an extra copy.

Kisame: Can i eat it?

Akasuna Blood: Hell no! Just for that, you say the disclaimer!

Kisame: Aww, you suck! Akasuna Blood does not own Naruto or any of it's characters.

Akasuna Blood:Good boy. Forgive and forget.

Kisame: Whatever.

She started to fumble uncertainly with the hitlist. "Why that nigger…" she hissed.

Suddenly the door swing open. Gaara was holding yet another bloody knife, but this blood was fresh.

Sasuke!!!

Gaara looked around for fair-haired pinky. He saw her on the couch, and he sat down next to her. She scooted over to the farthest edge of the sofa from him.

"Guess what? We're going to make love and have a Shukaku-demon jr." he smirked.

Sakura gasped. The last person she wanted to have sex with was him.

"I'm t-too young!" she screamed. "So am I, but the Shukaku is like 100 years old," Gaara smirked. "Get away from me!" she jumped off the sofa and ran into the bedroom. "What first? Marriage or sex?" he said jokingly as he followed her into the bedroom.

"Go get mugged!" she yelled at him. "I do so wish you'd stop saying mean things to me," he said, smirking still. "I'll say whatever I want to say to---" she started but then Gaara thrust her on the bed and lay on top of her.

"Get off of me!" she cried. He pulled her sweater up halfway, before she smacked him and pulled her sweater back down. "Don't be shy," he sad while he licked his lips. But his voice was different. It wasn't his normal, coaxing sour voice. It was another deeper, darker, more lascivious voice.

The Shukaku was speaking to her through Gaara's body.

Sakura jabbed her knee in Gaara's crotch. "Ah--!!" Gaara rolled off of her, and she leapt off the bed. She started to run out of the room, before she heard a "SAND COFFIN!"

She screamed as heaps of sand swiftly chased her out the door. Gaara's sand was running out. His gourd was now 1/10 full. He made a gesture, and all the sand cascaded back towards him. He closed his fist, and the sand flew into the air. He climbed onto the sand platform in the air, and it raced after Sakura, who was desperately trying to open the front garden gate.

She jammed the lock and punched the gate open. She turned around, and saw Gaara flying.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" she screamed. He was on top of a sand flying-thingie, and he was near to her. His eyes gleamed a dirty look, that told Sakura I-WILL-KILL-YOU-SO-GET-YOUR-ASS-HERE-BEFORE-I-DO.

Sakura scuttled out of the gate, and quickly closed it, right when Gaara was about to go through it.

She expected to hear a BAM!, as if Gaara had smacked himself right on the gate. But gasped when she saw that he had teleported. She turned on her heels to run again, but her wrist was grabbed and hauled on to the flying sand platform.

"If I were you…I wouldn't try to run away again." Gaara whispered in her ear.

The sand was so soft and smooth, Sakura felt as if she was walking on fluffy clouds. They were about 100 feet up. Every time she felt as if she'd slip and fall, she felt a strong arm around her waist hoist her back up. How come sometimes Gaara could be an OK guy, and how come sometimes he was a bastard?

"You're house is that way…" she said as she looked at the white riggety old house by the ocean they had just passed. Gaara didn't say anything. He just looked away.

And Sakura could have just sworn that he blushed.

Tsunade sat in her office, listening to the radio. "THIS WEEK'S WINNER OF THE LOTTERY JACKPOT GOES TO NUMBER 2650-3212!" it buzzed.

Tsunade froze. She dropped her pencil, and opened her drawer briskly. She saw her lottery ticket. Number 2650-3212 started back at her.

"Something bad's happening..." her eyes widened and her chin quivered.

Shizune glared at Kabuto. "Let me out of here." She took off her headband and threw it on the floor and stomped on it.

"Oh? You don't like your new room? We can always move you by Sasori's room---and there's a 96.6 percent chance he'll sneak in the night to turn you into his marionette." Kabuto said flatly.

Shizune took it as a joke at first, but his eyes were so deadlocked on her and so serious, she quit complaining.

"Where are we going? Where are you taking me? Why didn't we go back to your house---?" sakura streamed full questions out at the red-headed demon. "SHUT UP! STOP ASKING SuCH STUPID QUESTIONS!" a voice yelled.

"No---don't stop…the sound of your voice is lovely." Another voice coaxed. "She's a bitch and that's all she's ever going to be!"

"No. No, she's more that that--- "

"Quit speaking on your own! I need to teach you a lesson!"

"GAAAAAAHH!" Gaara shouted and fell to his knees.

He lost control of the sand, and they hurtled to ground, Gaara, holding his head and screeching.

"STOP! STOP!!!" he yelled.

He was obviously in a genjutsu, Sakura thought. But what could be making him so scared?

Those eyes.

Those glaring, cold eyes.

Cruelty.

Demonic Cruelty.

They fell into a lake, probably 12 feet deep. Sakura couldn't swim, and Gaara seemed recovered. "Help! Gaara! I can't swim!" she choked. Gaara swam over and picked her up bridal-style and swam to the dock.

"You---why did you kill Sasuke?!" she finally had the enough courage to tell him off.

"I didn't kill him," he said.

"Yes you did," she snarled. Then she burst into tears. "Now Sasuke-kun is dead!"

Gaara said nothing and climbed onto the dock.

He sat next to her, breathing in her ear. Then he whispered, "Don't cry…"

And then he was gone. Was this freedom? Had he let her go? Sakura looked at her back. The key was gone, but the scorpion was red and blazing. And as she sniffled, only two words echoed through her head…

…don't and cry…

Sasori: Why the hell did you name yourself after my blood.

Akasuna Blood: Because you are my lover, my husband!

Sasori: Last time i checked, you were that crazed Sasori Fan Club Leader... -.-

Akasuna Blood: Shut up! I LOVE YOU!

Sasori: Please review...