Disclaimer: Godamn it! I STILL don't own it. N-not, that I thought I m-might or-or anything. Because, you kn-know, that would be silly. Heheh. Right. Moving on.
Full Summary: In our modern day society, the abnormal and the unatural tend to be shunned and locked away from mortal eyes and used instead as bedtime stories that mothers tell to their children to frighten them. But, what if one of those whispered secrets were to emerge from the dark shadow of mystery, to hide in the perfect spot. Plain site.
Warnings: Suspense. Drama.
Tear My Stiches.
Sakura, Naruto, Hinata, Tayuya and Kiba all sat huddled on the the floor of Sakura's room around a bunch of papers.
Recently, Tayuya and Kiba had somehow gotten involved in the 'Finding Gaara Association', or FGA for short. Currently, the five teens were trying to decode the message they had found earlier in the art room from him.
"Alright, so if a triangle with a horizontal line through it means 'tomb' then this symbol beside it, the circle with an 'x' inside of it translates into 'of', then what does this one mean?" Sakura asked, pointing towards what looked like a small glass vile with two sideways 's's through it.
Naruto stared at the small picture before turning his gaze to the large list of symbols beside him. "'Vileness', it means 'vileness'."
"Hey guys, I just noticed something," Tayuya said, looking up at them. "The words 'him', 'his and 'he' are mentioned more than any of the other words."
Hinata looked thoughtful for a moment. "So maybe it's written in third person."
Kiba raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"Maybe Gaara had to be careful with this. If he had written just a plain old help note, Shukaku could have found it along with this symbol legend. If Shukaku did, well, there's no telling what he'd of done to Gaara." Hinata alaborated, using her hands to help her explain.
"Shit." Naruto muttered. "We've got to hurry."
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"What are you doing?" Shukaku questioned as he noticed Gaara staring at him with a strange look on his face.
"Staring at you."
Shukaku sighed. "I noticed. I mean why?"
Gaara shook his head slightly before rising form his seat and walking into his room.
Soon I'll be out of this hell hole, you pedophilac monster!
As he walked over to his bed, his eye caught sight of one of his old, tattered notebook and he couldn't help but smile. With that smile still attached to his lips, Gaara pulled a small picture from his pocket and held it close to his chest. "Would you be proud of me?"
"Gaara! Dinner! You had better get your skinny ass down here!" Shukaku called, a teasing tone in his voice.
Gaara sighed and nodded to himself as he put the picture of his mother back into his pocket.
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"Temari, what are you doing?" Kankurou asked as he slowly walked into his younger brother's room, where Temari was kneeling on the floor in front of the window sill.
Temari turned to look at him, tears clinging to her eyelashes. "He used to sit up here, remember?"
Kankurou sighed as he walked over to his sister before kneeling down next to her. "Yeah, he did."
Temari sniffed quietly. "He said that the stars were insperation that had not yet been instilled into people, that each one could be a song, a painting or a statement."
Kankurou smiled as he nodded and rubbed Temari's back lightly. "And that one day we would all end up stars, and that dieing shouldn't be feared, because we're all part of a greater system, the system of being rebirthed into things that can represent anything."
Temari began to wail in agony as she remembered her treasured youngest brother. He had never known how much they loved him.
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Sakura sighed in relief as the page was finished translating. Picking it up, her eyes scanned the page.
If hidden in our hearts remains the good that is instilled into children, then why does he who is still but a child retain such darkness? And, if that is the case, then why does his captor refer to him as 'precious' and 'love' when he is clearly nothing but a rag doll, played with until the doll maker becomes bored and throws him away, stripped of everything that was once his pride, his innocence and his dignity? If he who has nothing left is to become hopeful once more, he must be fetched from his tomb of vileness and pain and brought back to where it is he came. Only then can love and happiness ever begin to prosper inside of him again.
A tremor in my heart,
Risks everything,
To take apart,
Rather simple things,
Of an attempt to piece together a clue,
Or a relation of something I once knew,
More or less, one day you'll see,
That there lies something else inside of me,
Hurry or you'll miss it,
Ready, set, go?
Everything is what lies in your palm,
Even my trust and all my lust,
Or you could drop it,
Click it and hope it ticks,
Lock it and hope it sticks,
Open it and hope it stays,
Cripple it and hope it lays,
Kind of like what you did to me?
Pursue your dreams, love,
Lest they get away,
Either you start running,
And wishing you could,
Stop what you've done, dear,
Even though you can't,
Heaven may have one hell of a waiting list,
Either way you'll get there soon,
Lest you stay behind and pray?
Perhaps you think that will save you?
Maybe it will.
Envy is horrible, sweets. It'll kill you dead.
"But, that doesn't explain anything about where we can find him or what time or anything!" Tayuya shouted, exasperated.
"No, wait." Naruto said, holding up a hand while his other held the paper with a death grip. "Read the first letter of every line in the poem."
"A, R, T, R, O, O, M." Sakura started slowly, before turning to Hinata, who in fact, didn't stutter. "T, H, R, E, E, O, C, L, O, C, K."
Tayuya grabbed the paper and continued. "P, L, E, A, S, E."
Kiba took the paper gingerly when it was handed to him, as if gripping it to hard would turn it to dust. "H, E, L, P."
"M, E." Naruto finished, a serious look on his face. "Art room, three o' clock. Please help me."
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"So." Shukaku said, passing his captive a plate of cajun chicken and rice.
Gaara looked at Shukaku. "So."
"How're things?" Shukaku asked, sitting down opposite the red head.
"Things are fine."
Shukaku began to twitch slightly at the teen's simple answers.
"Gaara." said red head raised his previously bowed head at the mention of his name.
"You're coming with me after dinner." Shukaku mumbled, smirking.
Gaara's eyes narrowed. "No."
"Yes, you'll do just as I say. Remember, I can do what ever I want, including making anything more painful." Shukaku drawled out.
Gaara snorted. "You wouldn't hurt me. After all, you love me, remember?"
"That's very true, but sometimes I 'forget' about how small you are compared to me. I can't help if I get a little violent sometimes." Shukaku said slowly, being sure to let it all sink in.
Gaara glared again, making sure to fill his deadly gaze with venom. "I hate you."
Suddenly, Shukaku glared back. "Then maybe I'll have to make you love me."
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"Temari, Temari wake up." Kankurou mumbled as he gently shook the bonde lying on the bed in front of him.
When he recieved no reaction, he frowned. Deciding that he'd give her a few more minutes, Kankurou walked out of her room and down the stairs to get some breakfast.
"Shit." Kankurou muttered to himself as he noticed the note he had left on the fridge. 'Study for history test.'
Kankurou had, in fact, not studied what so ever, so his reaction was normal.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!" Kankurou said as he started flipping through the many pages of notes he had borrowed.
"Aha! Here we go!" Kankurou shouted. A triumphant grin etched onto his face.
Chapter 4; Part C; Myths.
In the desert, the most common myth is that about the family of Tanuki. This perticular myth mentions a family that had the ability to transform people into dolls. After many generations, the family began to die off, until only one was left. The ability had been passed down to him through many ancestors, but the bloodline still ran strong. When the villagers discovered the boy's power, they attempted murder, but were turned into dolls by the violent child and burned. Once the village was wiped out, the boy disappeared. Many people have added an extension to the ending, saying that the boy migrated to an unknown city.
Kankurou sighed as he flipped the page. He only had a few minutes to read the whole chapter on the many myths of the world.
"What are you doing?" Temari asked as she decended the stairs.
"Oh! You're awake, good. I'm just studying." Kankurou said, flipping the page again.
Temari raised an eyebrow. "Studying a half hour before we have to get to school?"
"What!?" Kankurou shouted, slamming the book closed and shoving it into his backpack.
Temari laughed as he rushed around the kitchen, grabbing books and papers.
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"Alright. We have one chance to save him." Naruto said, determination etched into his features and his words.
Sakura nodded. "Right. Let's do this then."
"R-right." Hinata stuttered, blushing slightly.
"Yeah! Let's kick some ass!" Tayuya shouted, her eyes sparkling.
Kiba looked down at his feet. "What's wrong?" Naruto asked, concerned.
"Do you think he's scared?" Kiba asked, raising his head to meet the stares of his friends.
"What do you mean?" Tayuya questioned, her mood instintly drooping.
"Do you think he's scared? Knowing that if we don't come through for him today, he might never get another shot at freedom?" Kiba said, frowning.
Sakura placed a hand in his back. "We'll rescue him. I promise we will."
"But, how can you be so sure?" Kiba mumbled.
"Because." Naruto said. "He's one of us."
Sakura turned to look at him before nodding and smiling. "That's right. He's one of us, even if he doesn't know that yet."
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Authoress's Note!
Ahh! I'm getting really bad at updating now a days.
-cries-
Oh well.
Anyways, sorry for the late update and the short chapter.
Question; does anyone have nay requests for oneshots or poems? I feel like writing something (besides chapter stories.)
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-FullMoonAtMidnight.