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Chapter 2:

"I've Found You"

A whisper, it tells me to go.

I do not belong here.

Where was I originally from?

I can control the darkness, why is that?

I could sense him, Rosuto. He was dangerous as every other member of The Forbidden. I rushed my brother into our house and I raced up the stairs. I grabbed my sword and opened the window. I was on the second floor and the rain was more of a drizzle. It was night, so the streetlamps were faint and some of them had burned out. The breeze flowed through my hair, or what was left of it.

I diverted my attention towards the ground. There was a tree near my window about 5 feet away. Without thought I jumped and landed on a thick branch. The branched swayed and cracked but didn't snap in half. I climbed down the tree in silent swift movements. When I made my way to the ground I searched around for Rosuto's presence. There it was, 2 blocks away. He was on the roof of an apartment building. I looked up and saw a hooded, cloaked figure staring intently at my home.

'Good. He hasn't noticed me.'

I edged myself around the backyards of all the homes behind me. When I stood 20 feet before the building I came out into the open and looked up at Rosuto. He tilted his head and also noticed me; he gave no signs shock. He disappeared for a second but then came out of the front door of the small building. Rosuto walked up to me but stopped about 10 feet away.

"I know it's you Rosuto. You don't have to hide your face in that hood." I said.

Rosuto pulled down his hood. He wasn't smirking as he always did. Maybe he didn't want to fight his leader. Silence passed on, I could see his sword in his hand. It was flaming red like his hair. It looked like a simple sword but at the end it was slim and had two points instead of one.

Finally, Rosuto spoke, "I don't want to fight you Hateshi. Please just come back to us. You belong with us, not with these scums that don't know your true potential."

I laughed at that. My 'true' potential? Calling Gaara and everyone else that was like family to me scums, Rosuto was going to pay for that.

"You're going to pay for calling them all scums!" I smirked at him.

I raced at him with my sword uplifted, I swung it at him but he blocked. The sound of steel on steel echoed through the air. It filled my ears and I retreated. Another swing at his legs, he blocked. I kept swinging and stabbing and he kept dodging or blocking. I knew what he was trying to do but I wasn't going to fall for it. I never tested out to see if I could control the darkness in this dimension, now seemed like a good time to try.

I tried to call forth the darkness by raising my hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The shadows swirled form their respective places and gathered around my feet. I smirked and Rosuto and he looked alarmed. He clearly didn't know I still had my powers here. He ran towards me, he sword high in the air. Earlier, I was just testing him, now I was going to fight for real.

I blocked his strongest swing with one hand while controlling the darkness with the other. The scratching of steel could be heard while Rosuto tried to overpower my sword and myself. I released my fist and the darkness was now gathering around his feet. It was pulling him down but he jumped out of my mini black hole.

"We'll come back for you Hateshi!" Rosuto warned before running off. I wondered whom they were going to send next. Maybe that bastard Kashaku would arrive and I would get rid of him, once and for all. I sighed as I walked off, dragging my sword behind me. A block away from my house, I sat on the sidewalk curb. I had released the darkness when Rosuto had gone so no shadows were surrounding me.

'What should I do? Everyone is in danger as long as I stay here. Maybe I should leave this place for everyone's safety.'

I looked at my hands and saw my sword hand was bleeding. It must have been from the impact of Rosuto's sword. I disregarded it and threw my sword into the alley behind me. I was upset now. I walked up to the alley's walls and banged my fists against the wall. I pounded and pounded, letting my anger out. Why did this happen to me? Why do I have to be the strange one? This can't happen! It's not realistic! I cried and pounded the walls.

I remembered shoving my sword into so many innocents' bodies. I had permanently stained my hands with their blood. Their innocence.

Could I be innocent too? Could I just rewind the clocks and be the girl I was before? Where all I had to worry about is being friends with Gaara? Why did this happen to me? WHY?

I sobbed and choked out my last few words for a very long time.

In the night, in the silence, I said to myself, "I hate everyone and everything. I wish I didn't exist."

"Don't be a crybaby."

I whirled around and through my tears saw the only one I loved. Gaara was standing at the entrance of the alleyway looking worried.

"What happened to you!" he must have saw the blood on the walls and on my hands. I didn't answer, I couldn't. my throat was tangled with my emotions and guilt. It tried to push my feelings farther into myself and I stopped crying. I stopped talking, I stopped everything.

I can't speak. I see myself, standing up and retrieving my sword. Gaara is staring at me with disbelief in his eyes. Maybe he thinks I've gone insane. Maybe I have. I see myself sneaking up the tree once more, and jumping into my window once more. I land on my bed and I fall to the floor. I pick myself up and wash my bloody hands in the sink.

I stare at myself in the mirror and I see my face finally resembles who I am. I had blood on my face and my eyes had lost their glint, their spark of life. If I lay there, with my eyes open you'd think I was dead.

I almost had, I almost was.

If there were a God up there, If God treated us all fairly and we received what we gave, maybe I wouldn't be like this. If there was a God, he hated me. He despised me; he choked and strangled my throat.

All I wanted was one thing. I wanted Gaara's happiness.

I was going to defeat The Forbidden and then I could rest, then I could die, not before.