Akuma growls lowly at the malevolent being in front of her. Her body likely is laying in a near comatose state, an effect of Shiku dragging her inside her mind. Her body just drifting, not conscious but not unconscious either. "You never want to just visit." She speaks hatefully at last.

"Aw. Why are you so hateful my dear host?" Shiku purrs. "You act like I cause you to be hated by everyone and attacked almost daily. Oh wait. I am the cause of that." She says with a sick grin on her face.

Shiku, from what Akuma could understand, was not like tailed beast. First of all she was human in shape with a few characteristics from other animals. Around her eyes were dark rings, making it appear as if she hasn't slept in years and atop her head sits pristine purple cat-like ears. Two of the biggest things that sets her aside from a tailed beast was the fact she didn't hold a tail and held a humanoid shape.

"Anyways my dear container I only wish to warn you. Not that I really even care for you, I only care for my survival. It is just business." Shiku reaches through the bars, just enough so the seal wouldn't force her back in to cup Akuma's face, almost gently to the human eye. She pulls her head away to reveal a burn on her cheek. Her seal was unbalanced enough to allow Shiku to harm her, however not to greatly.

"After all I can't have my host dying because of my carelessness." Akuma glares at the woman before Shiku continues with a soft yet hostile purr. "Stay away from the red haired child and the white haired boy from the sand. Wouldn't want something to happen to you now would I? I would be so overwhelmed with your death that I'd die."

Akuma was kicked back out of her mind, Shiku's place of control. She notices two things almost instantly. The first being the most obvious. Nothing in her body ached, signifying someone had to have had caught her. The second one being she was laying on a bed of sand near the same red head Shiku warned her away from.

"Thank you." Akuma says quietly, nearly inaudible. Gaara doesn't acknowledge that he heard her but the sand places her back on the ground gently. A thought flashes in her mind quickly. The dream or was it a memory? "Have we met before?"

Gaara just looked at the girl, one thought pushes it's way to the surface. How much Akuma looked like her. Gaara knew she was dead, having seen her corpse himself. His sand only ever protected one other person besides him before and she was now gone. So why did it catch her? Why does Shukaku seem to calm in her presence? Gaara has many questions and not enough answers.

When Gaara doesn't reply, lost in his current thoughts, she speaks up again. "The day I passed out in the tower were you the one who took me back to my room?" Gaara gives a slight nod and this arises another question. "How did you bypass my sand to move me?" Akuma was genuinely curious as no one should even be able to touch her.

"There was no resistance." He states to her simply. Why was he speaking to her? Why did he feel calm around her? Why did mother want to protect her? It's been awhile since something has confused Gaara as much as this girl did.

"I have a feeling that we know each other. I had a dream or maybe it was a memory of he two of us. We were in the sand village and I had run into a boy. After we had picked ourselves up I offered him a cookie from the bag I had. He denied and introduced himself. Something is telling me there is truth in this."

Gaara looks at Akuma. He had remembered that day well, after all that night was when his uncle had betrayed him. He remembers the moment he engraved love into his forehead and his twin's left wrist, her dominate side. The image of a crushed and bloody corpse rose to the front of his mind. The detail that stood out the most was the single red mark on her wrist. That night had been the first of many in which he lost control with his sisters calming effect now gone.

Gaara is brought out of his thoughts when Akuma's left sleeve slides down her arm, revealing her engraving of love. Surprisingly he grabs her wrist and coldly growls. "Where did you get this?"

"I've had it since I came to the leaf. My brother placed it here." What was that? Recognition? Is it possible? No it can't be. Then again his matches mine exactly.

His hands drop and he grabs his head. "No. She's...she's dead." Gaara states in pain. In an almost inaudible whisper he says slowly. "It's not possible!"

"Who's dead? What's not possible?" Akuma asks just as softly. She reaches out and places her hand on his shoulder. "Whoever you lost, I'm sorry."

She feels her body calm and her eyes widen. The last time this had occurred she blacked out after the dream or whatever. Images started to rapidly flash across her mind. A blond haired girl chasing after a smaller brown haired boy. In his hands he carried a little marionette. The next one came quickly.

Akuma stood with a smile on her face even though everyone was looking at her with hatred. Gaara was a few feet back, watching his younger sister pr

otectively. They could hate him all they wished but they need to leave Akuma alone. No one is allowed to hurt his peaceful little sister.

She didn't deserve her name of evil (Aku) demon (Ma). She was soft and gentle like a dove. Akuma was peaceful and could project it on Gaara so why was she named so horribly? He thought a name like Reiko fit her better, literally meaning lovely child. As they aged he started to call her Reiko more often than her true name.

"Re...Reiko."

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im sorry but I just didn't know what to write and once I did it was march. March is a terrible time to be in my fandom. IM NOT OKAY! I PROMISE!