Well now here's chapter 14 because I am inpatient when it comes to putting on new chapters. You people need to give me feedback. I have low self-esteem and right now you're giving the message that my writing sucks. ;-( (Sara, the writer, has took a short break to cry to herself.)...After a minute. Okay you can read the chapter now.

Chapter 14

Sara's POV

The morning light woke me and I sat up slowly. I had 'the dream' again and I wiped tears off my face. I noticed that Gaara was gone. I glanced around and saw him down by the waters edge. 'He looks like he's deep in thought.'

Gaara's POV

The first light of morning was appearing as I stood up and walked to the water's edge. I stared down at my blank reflection.

'She's met three others like me? Or at least that she's had a bond with. And those three have died by the hands of the Akatsuki. She said she really loves me and I hope with all my heart that it's true. Do I really love her? Can it be possible? I think I can finally say I do. I know I would do anything for her.'

I felt Sara's presence behind me and I turned to her. She encircled her arms around my neck and I slipped my hands around her waist. She buried her head in my chest as I pulled her closer to me. I loved to feel her so close to me and knew she felt the same way.

"Dream again?" I asked.

She nodded then looked at me. "But the future isn't set in stone. Things change." She gave me a weak smile.

I loved to see her smile. I loved to hold her close to me and stare into her beautiful hazel eyes. I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. A butterfly kiss. I pulled away, but she brought me back and gave me a long kiss. When she pulled away I stared at her. Her fingers fiddle with my hair. Her eyes entranced me and I couldn't look away.

"Tell me what your childhood was like." came her soft voice.

I frowned and looked away. "You already should know what is was like." She stoked my cheek.

"How old were you when you first killed?"

I winced. "Six."

"Who?"

"I don't know…a citizen that ran into me on the streets. I guess that's when my father realized how dangerous I was and how unstable my mind was. He then decided to try and kill me. He sent my uncle to kill me but I killed him first. That's when I put on my tattoo."

She gently touched the mark. "Love?"

"Yeah. My uncle took care of me. He was the only one who showed me any kindness. But that night I found out he never really loved me. He hated me like everyone else. My name, Gaara means demon who only loves himself. A gift from my mother before she died. After I learned of my uncles true feeling for me I fought only for myself and loved only myself. Until I met you." I saw her blush a pretty pink. Her arms dropped to her sides and she stepped away from me.

Sara's POV

I reached down and pulled off my right shoe. Gaara looked at me strangely. I couldn't believe I was showing him this. I turned my foot so he could see. The tattoo wrapped all the way around my ankle.

"Tsuihousha, outcast." He looked at me for an explanation.

"When I was realized that there was no way to kill myself, I carved this into my ankle. It was to always remind me of what I am. No matter where I go, who I met, who I kill, who becomes my friend, I will always be a outcast. Nothing will ever change that."

"Sara…"

I pulled my shoe back on, "You need not give me your sympathy, for it is poorly placed. I know that I'm an outcast and I've accepted this, that's why I put on the tattoo. After I put the tattoo I looked for a purpose, for the night I killed my uncle something more important was taken from me. My purpose. In all the world there was no one that needed me. I was unnecessary. But I needed a purpose. And what's my purpose, I would ask myself. Then slowly I realized that I was now a creature that's mind was set on one thing, the blood of others. I had this power I never asked for, but I thought if I could make use of myself that was all I needed to live this horrible life. I made myself a killing machine. Killed anyone and everyone that crossed my path. I soon became well known to this world, not as Sara, but as Zetsubou no Megani." (The Goddess of Despair)

I heard Gaara gasped and take a step back and I knew he had to be afraid. "No…" he whispered.

"Yes, Gaara. By the age of ten I became the top S-rank criminal this world has ever known. Killed every outstanding shin-obi that the countries threw at me. No one would cross my path and live. I was a young girl stronger than even the strongest Hokage. And the torture I put my victims through was worse then the lowest level of hell. I lived for it. Every time I heard someone scream it gave me a rush, a buzz. I lived to feel that feeling again and again. Oh and they would cry out for the Gods to save them but they never received help. They knew how I felt. Abandoned by the Gods, and lost in despair and desperation. I must have gone from insane from all the blood-lust and power. I never was in my human form anymore. My body was almost always controlled by Izanami and I was no longer existing, lost somewhere under the surface, craving to feel my existence.

Gaara's POV

I stood staring at Sara in shock. To hear this coming from her, it was hard to believe. She hid all it so well. I would have never guessed any of this about her. Her innocent nature and happy smile fooled me. Zetsubou no Megani was never thought even human, but a demon that was never bottled up, but here I am talking to her. She didn't seem demonic at all. "How did you change from how you were to how you are now?" I saw a far away look come across and a hint of a smile. She sat down on the cool ground and looked out at the calm water.

"When I was 12 everything changed."

Sara's POV

I felt a small smile tug at my lips as I remembered the day everything changed. "I was killing for two years then. I was at a lake, very much like this one, and I was fighting a ninja in his early 30's. I was about to kill this man, I had my fangs ready to pierce his flesh when a small girl came out of the forest.

Sara's Flashback

I ready my self to taste the sweet river of crimson red when I heard a rustle from behind me. I whirled around, angry at being interrupted during my feeding. I saw a young girl of about 6 years old. My gaze softened as I realized she was the hostess of Nibi no Nekomata, the two-tailed demon.

"My dear child, how can I help you?"

"Please, don't kill the man you have in your arms. I'm begging you."

"What does this man mean to you? Why shouldn't I kill him?"

"He's my father and is the only one who shows my love and understanding. If you kill him I'll be left all alone in this world of hate. I slowly looked back at the man I was holding. I looked him over carefully trying to decide if he was really all she said.

"Manami…" the man whispered in pain. I notice in his eyes love for this girl.

"And you, what does this girl mean to you?"

"She's my daughter. I lost her once at her birth, please don't separate us again. And when my wife died I was left with only my daughter and she means the world to me."

"You were separated from her?"

"The Mist Village took her away to infuse her with a demon against my wife's will and against my will. They needed her body for this certain demon and she became a sacrifice. Now I must protect her from everyone else, please don't put her through the torture of loneliness. She needs me."

I released him. The young girl, Manami, ran into her fathers arms.

"Thank you." The man said to me.

"Yes, thank you miss! Thank you." I felt my hard outer shell start to crack, but I was unprepared for what happened next. She threw her arms around me giving me a hug. I was so surprised. I hadn't felt someone hug me in about 7 years. My hard outer shell cracked more and I felt a small smile tug at my lips. They started to leave and as they began to disappear into the forest I heard her voice call out to me.

"One day you'll find someone to love and he will show love to you in return. You fell of the path, but the paths always join together again."

End Flashback

"I left my past behind me and tried to change my killer ways. I tried to find someone who I could understand and they could understand me. The logical answer would be a Jinchuriki. I took back my old name Sara, and became an innocent girl of the age of 12. I never talked about the past, locked it up, until now." I looked back into his eyes. "Are you afraid of me now? It's okay if you want to run away from me. I understand." I looked back at the water. Oh, how peaceful it seemed, occasionally rippled by a gentle breath of the wind. I heard him move. 'There we go, now he's running. He doesn't need someone like me. I am only trouble. Still…I will miss him.'

Could this be it? Can the beloved couple break up after finally finding the love that they had searched so long for? Or can Gaara live with a killer not even thought human? Tune in soon for the next chapter and maybe a lemon. Also, noone has given me any imput on anything. Are you guys all dead out there? Helloooooo??!! Well if you're dead I want to know how you can read and be dead. At least tell me if you hate it or like it. That would be nice to know.