I hurried along the corridor, keeping my eyes glued to my feet. I was hoping every passerby would ignore my existence. I needed to get a scroll with this Village's history, specifically about their very own Kazekage.

The way the sand had floated around the Kazekage was unsettling. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, as if somewhere I had heard the truth spoken. I knew there was something terrible and special about him. Did he possess some sort of special chakra that controlled sand? That gourd that sat next to him in that chamber room, I hadn't even though of it until now! What was it for? It seemed quite peculiar for a gourd to just be sitting there.

I searched the minds of those around me. This was one of the special abilities my village was known for. To most, such searching of the subconscious is considered wrong but in my village it is a respected art. I found where the scroll I needed was and got in easily. No one was even guarding the door.

When I found the scroll, I was surprised to see how extremely large it was. Emblazoned on the side of the scroll was the name Gaara. That was the Kazekage's name. Something in my mind clicked. Somehow, I knew exactly what the answer to my question was without even looking at the scroll. I thought back to a few weeks ago when I had come to visit this village and had found it in complete disarray. I heard people whispering that the Kazekage had been taken. I knew the story. A demon had been sealed inside the Kazekage when he was only a baby. His name had something to do with being a self-loving carnage. That sounded like a good name to give your child. But when Gaara had returned he no longer had the beast sealed within, but I knew he still controlled a power over sand.

Gaara

He was frustrated, that was what everyone who passed him in the hall knew for sure. His entire body emanated this feeling of complete frustration that they did not know how to help. But Gaara knew who he needed to help with this situation. He needed the ninja from Team Kakashi. The question was, though, how was he going to be able to get them a message without alerting anyone of anything.

Gaara decided to sneak up to wear the carrier-birds were and strapped a message to the fastest bird there. "With speed, feathered one," he whispered before it flew off into the distance.

As he slowly descended the stairs and returned to his quarters, he reviewed what had occurred that day. That girl, Sumara, was quite peculiar. He knew that she was probably thinking the same thing about him but he was mainly focused on what had happened at their meeting. All he wanted to do was not be there, and this girl was not one of his people. He felt no obligation to help such a small village he had never even heard of. The truth was, he had heard of the Village Hidden in the Dreams. He had only wanted her to feel dismissed and maybe then she would have left. Gaara saw how she held back some responses, could feel the tensions and anger rolling off of that girl in waves. In a way, Gaara felt badly for being so rude to the girl when all along she did have quite a serious problem that needed to be handled.

The disappearances that Sumara had spoken of had been occurring in other villages in the surround though Gaara truthfully did not know what they were called. All he knew was that people were vanishing, and even if they were not his people, he needed to help them. Now Gaara really felt sick to his stomach. Why had he been so crass as to just completely ignore her presence? Her people really needed help and that was why, right as she was about to leave, he had told her to stay and that her people would be staying at the village as well. Gaara did not know if Sumara knew who he was and is and what he has done, and at the moment he did not want to know. He stepped up to his bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling. His gourd had been moved to his room and he made the sand swirl around him. He was fascinated at how now he took so much pleasure in the most simple of things.

The last thought before he lost consciousness was, "What if Sumara does know, and she doesn't care?"

Sumara

I was lying on my bed, waiting for sleep to find me. I folded and unfolded my hands as I waited. Then, I was hit and I knew that I was about to visit someone's dream.

It was one of those special things only one or two of my fellow Villagers could do. We were called Dream Watchers, even though we often interacted with the people in the dreams. But when I saw whose dream I was in I did not understand why I was there. I did not even know who this person was, nor did I really care. His hair was blond and spiky and he sat in a tree, panting. He wore a orange jumpsuit with a large collar and he had a small scratch on his cheek. I heard a scream in the distance, and it then turned into a laugh filled with so much hate and malice that I wanted to leave. But I was stuck.

"Naruto! Come out, come out! Hiding does not make this as fun!" the voice yelled.

I saw the blond boy rub his head band up and down on his forehead before standing with shaky legs. Wait! This boy was a ninja, and his name was Naruto. There was that feeling of a nagging again.

"Uzamaki! I'm waiting!" that evil voice called again.

Then Naruto jumped out from his hiding place and into the action. I cried out for him to stop but he did not listen. This was no dream. This was a memory, but who's memory I did not know.

Suddenly, Naruto came crashing through the trees in a blur of orange. "Fight me, Naruto! So my life may have purpose, fight me!" yelled the voice again. Then, I saw the beast.

It looked so weird, wait, it was actually a person. I looked closer. Half of the face was human, the other half beast. A large arm that seemed to be made of sand sprouted out of the gourd on the boy's back. Wait, a gourd? This was Gaara, one of the times he had fought. But I could see that this was not the same Gaara who was now the Kazekage. This Gaara looked thirsty for blood and he knew he would get it. The demon was taking over. Naruto leapt at Gaara and just as he was about to make contact, the memory was ripped out from under me.

"Did you enjoy the show?" I heard Gaara, the present Gaara, ask.