Three month after that cold long night, my Yondaime made his youngest child a jinchuriki. I did not know why but I saw a shadow, a sapphire-eyed child with red tears running down his check hugged him, my pale-faced Yondaime, before he stepped into that cursed Sealing Sanctuary. The shadow appeared as fast as the strongest wind in this unforgiving desert. It disappeared in a similar speed it used in its appearance. I knew it was a dark omen.

I begged my Yondaime before he performed the sealing.

You know! You know it would not end well! I shouted. Tears running down my cheek, unstoppable.

Is there any other options. My Yondaime said with a lifeless monotone.

I laughed. It sounded like a wounded hyena. With tears running down my cheek, I laughed like a wounded hyena.

There is no options left for me! No options left for the shinobi living in my dusty shell. I knew it because I am always the weakest one in the Five Great Shinobi Countries. I was kicked out from the bloody battles for interests at the mid of the war. Even though I got some interests by smuggling things during the latter part of the war, I knew the other Four would force me to pay back at the end of the war. The Land of Wind would have to give up a big trunk of its interests for my loose of the war; and I would be the one to sign that treaty from hell.

Why did they not bleed to death during the war?

I thought bitterly. I knew I was daydreaming. Still, I daydreamed about they were weaken to a point that it was impossible to threaten me.

The two bargain chips left in my hand is Shukaku's cursed power and my reserved power, enough to drag one of the villages crumble into pieces with me. They could never save me from losing the interests I held or the Land of Wind held. They could only help me to keep the bottom line of losing the interests.

I knew too well that Wind Daimyo would do to me if I could not keep that deadly bottom line. He had three hyenas waiting in line to stand on this blood soaked position. I did not know how those three hyenas would do to my shinobi. I did not dare to think what they would do to them.

I shut my month. I silently watched my Yondaime, whose face as pale as the tiled limestone floor in the Sealing Sanctuary started the sealing technique. Not a word came out from my lips.

The sealing did not work well. Gaara, my new jinchuriki, was too weak to undertake the tremendous charka flowing through his body during the sealing process. Dark red blood started to bleed from his nose, ears and month at the middle of the process. However, the sealing process had already been at a point where there was no turning back. Stopping the process would yield one result: A huge amount lost-controlled charka erase all the things within 200m radius around it; Shukaku rampages through the Land of Wind until someone drags it back to the sealing kettle.

My Yondaime had to reformulate the seal during the sealing process. He separated the seal, part on his youngest child, the rest on him. I did not know how he succeeded. He did manage to put Shukaku into his fragile youngest child with minimum seal needed to separate the child's soul and Shukaku. At the same time, himself, my pale face Yondaime, became the walking seal of Shukaku.

I watched him enveloped his fragile jinchuriki in his arms. Sparking clean tears dropped on the bloodstains dried on the infant's face, and washed away those ugly dark red marks. A broken man candled his fragile child and went out this cursed room. A broken lullaby echoed in the long dark corridor outside this cursed room.

I did not dare to talk to my Yondaime until the day he left the village to the Kage Summit. I did not dare to look into my Yondaime's eyes until the day I went to the Kage Summit with him.

It was not your fault. My Kazekage told me when he tried hard to remember the lullaby his Karura used to put their naughty girl and energetic boy to sleep. Gaara was crying in his father's arms. He was still unable to cry loudly as his brother and sister did. His cries sounded like a new born kitten was meowing.

It was not your fault. I repeated my Kazekage's line. So, that is wrong on the earth.

Well, every ant fights for its survival. Yondaime signed. He kissed his youngest child on the forehead. Then, he told his boy: You did a great job, Gaara.

There was so much love in my Yondaime's eyes. I would never believe they would swear to kill each other at that moment.

I did not like the Kage Summits. How Akuira died right after attending the first Kage Summit left an unhealable wound on my heart. Besides, Iwagakure, that jerk, just enjoys molesting me during every Kage Summits. At the same time, Konohagakure, that spoiled brat, just cannot stop babbling nonsenses to me during every Kage Summits.

I hoped to go back to my unforgiving desert before I even saw the meeting place.

Sunagakure, I have not seen you for a long time.

A low male voice sounded behind me. I felt two nasty hands moving between my waist and hip.

Iwagakure, is there any problem with the papers I signed with you?

I replied calmly, ignoring Iwagakure's hands.

No. Iwagakure answered. He locked my waist with his muscular date-colored arms. He rubbed his chin and kissed me on the back of my neck. Then, he said: Sunagakure, you smell so nice. I love the smell of "black gold" came from you.

You know how much one barrel of my "black gold" is now! Pay the price and you will have it.

I answered impatiently. Hell knew how much I want to stab him between his ribs.

Sunagakure, you mysterious creature. I always wonder how you can exist in that place filled with only sand.

Iwagakure licked and sucked the spot right under my chin. His hands moved funnily again around my chest but not the waist. He whispered next to my ear: I long for you. I want to know when you will be mine.

You know how it will end.

I replied with a freezing voice.

I know. I know. I know you will choose to run to the lifeless desert and bite my throat when I let my guard down. You fearful wolf.

We were enemy. We knew each other all too well.

You opportunism bear. You just cannot let go anything you can steal or rob from your neighbors, can you?

Do not act like you never robbed me. I would never forget those rice and grains, as well as those intelligence.

I snorted. I gave him a cold smile. He smiled back, showing off his white teeth. He licked his low lips.

We should enjoy this moment. The moment we cannot stab each other. The moment we do not have to stab each other.

Iwagakure suggested. He pressed his lips on to mine. A strange warmth passed from his lips to my lips.

We all know how much we want to stab each other. I know you plan to strike and you are planning to strike.

You are right.

We are enemy. So we knew each other all too well.