I know there were a lot of unanswered questions after the end of the sequel "The Forbidden's Revenge." And I wrote this up a couple of months ago thinking about what happened after Gaara and Kusota returned. Surely everything wouldn't be the same, right? Well let me know if this interests you and if a lot of people are up for it, I'm sure I can write one more sequel to my first ever fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gaara, Temari, or Kankuro. I only own my OCs and the story.

Enjoy!


Chapter One

The night air is cold against my hard, dead skin.

Oxygen seems to be harder to inhale nowadays.

Is it because I know you're there? Somewhere?

Or is it because my time is up here?

I've never been able to imagine how I had lived my life before I met Gaara and before I was taken into that other world to become a Forbidden. Now I wonder how exactly I have existed before this. I can't imagine any other way to live my life, without guilt. I feel it everyday, pressed up against my neck, rising up, and being released as vomit. It feels heavy and burns my insides as it travels up my throat. After it's released, my insides are raw and I always feel weak. As if I've run all night long without any food. I hid inside my covers while I'm lightheaded and dizzy. My brother comes every night to check on me and to see if I'm doing fine. I reassure him, as every other sister would, but his expression tells me he doesn't believe me. He's worried, I know, because I can see his eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth tightly pursed. My mom makes regular appointments at the doctor's office, but they never really know what's wrong.

I'm always worried if my sickness has to do with that other world. In the deep, dark corners of my mind, I'm afraid of ever going there again. Those months were horrifying nightmares I never want to relive again. I could have lost everything and everyone in only a minute there. Here, things were safe, things were certain. There, anything could happen and it frightened me. But no one is after me right? Everyone is dead. And that fact alone sends chills up my spine. I had barely escaped Hatori's consuming rage, not to mention the boy who still puzzles me, Kashaku. How he was so connected with me has always been an enigma I've wanted to know. But he's dead, just like every other Forbidden. And again, the fear crawls up my spine, is that my fate as well? It would make sense, the captain always goes down with the ship.

I've been able to talk to Gaara about all that's happened. It's taken a while and it was extremely awkward at first but now I've finally been able to speak. At first, he asked me what that world was and how it works and so on. I shrugged more times than not; I barely knew anything about that world. All I knew was that The Forbidden was an organization made by the government. That's it. I didn't know what type of government it had or who was in power there. I don't even know what year it is there or how people lived. I was completely ignorant of that other world. Hell, I didn't even know its name.

But I was glad that this struggle was over. I would never have to see that world again, I only have to forget it and move on. But it's difficult when I still had the blonde hair from that other world. It's longer now, a bit past my shoulders but it's still blond. Blond isn't my original hair color and it feels like a weight, reminding me of the past I want to forget. And I haven't been able to throw away my sword or my cloak. Just in case I'll need them again, although I have no idea why. I just can't let go of the past but I wish I could. And then this strange sickness overcomes me. I'm vomiting everyday whether I like it or not. My energy is at an all time low and I've fainted a couple of times. At first I wasn't worried about it but now I am, after Gaara told me his thoughts about it. He had asked me if I thought my sickness had to do with the other world. In short, I knew what he meant. He was really concerned about it and now, I am too.

What if my time in this world has come to an end?