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Gaara's POV

Gaara felt weak and light, like there were no bones in his body. Of course, after falling through the air and being captured by the Akatsuki, feelings like that were expected.

But this time Gaara was much more than weak. He was alone and in some sort of mushy white substance. He could break off pieces but it would always grow back. He even could see the outside world through two circles. He figured he was in one of Deidara's clay birds but it didn't matter, unless he wanted to fall to his death, he wasn't getting out of here.

His gourd was gone and by the looks of it, he wasn't anywhere near Sunagakure anymore. The telltale signs of raging sandstorms or buried buildings were gone. In place of them was grass and trees. He could be anywhere from Takigakure to Konohagakure.

As he rested his back against the soft clay he felt like giving up. With that explosion last night, all of his morale seemed to leave him. The explosion had destroyed most of his sand armor and the only thing left was pieces on his face and legs. His sand had meant everything to Gaara, it was his protection, his weapon, his gift.

It was the only tie he had to his mother.

Gaara didn't remember much from his birth and he certainly didn't like bringing it up mentally or verbally. His mother seemed to be the only one who had appreciated his existence from the beginning. He fought so hard for so long and now he was Kazekage. But he was ashamed of himself. He was supposed to be strong, strong enough to protect his people and he couldn't even do that. Now he was stuck in a ready-to-blow bird with a crazed artist who couldn't even make real art.

There was most likely nothing he could do to save himself now. All he needed was sand. Some sort of sand to manipulate.

His eyes blinked twice as he realized what he could possibly do. He had his sand armor, but that was all he had left for protection against anything. One direct hit and he'd be done for. But he had to try, what else was he to do? He began to control what was left of the hardened sand. He had only one trick that would work. As he pulled the sand off and formed it into a ball he picked off a tiny piece and sent it out of the eye of the bird. It flew through the air, it's target being the surface.

Gaara felt it the minute that piece of sand hit the ground. There was sand inside of the earth. He just had to pull it towards him. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He concentrated on the ground. All he could feel was the wind brush his face as they moved through the sky and all he could hear was his own rhythmic breaths. He lifted his hand once and felt the sand move to his will. He smiled, I'm not done yet.

Fu's POV

Fu was anything but happy to see her father again. All she could think as she entered the palace was that everything was wrong. Once again she no longer had Han. She barely knew him but he was a jinchuuriki. If anything she felt some sort of attachment to him. She had watched as the men had dragged Han away to some secret interrogation base underneath the city. Fu couldn't follow, her father had his arm around her neck, leading her to the room where her mother was waiting.

Fu didn't want to do it. The reason she'd left was to leave everything...everyone behind. To make a new life, her own life. Now all she was back to square one again.

"Your mother was deeply saddened by your departure. I'm sure she'd be delighted to see you again." Her father informed her. His voice was still as soothing as it was. If she was a normal citizen, she would've listened to anything he said. But that wasn't the case this time. She could see through it all. Her father wasn't the beauty. He was the beast.

"Yeah well, it'll be better to see her face instead of yours." Fu retorted.

"I suggest you don't act like that. For your mother's sake and yours."

Fu went cold. He wouldn't actually hurt her or her mother would he? Was he that heartless? It was too late to dwell further on his statement. They had reached the room at the end of the hall. Her father twisted the handle and opened the door, entering the room with Fu right beside him.

The room was beautiful, she had to give it that. The wallpaper was a mural of waves of water on the walls and the floor. On the ceiling was a picture of Chomei. The room smelled of jasmine and burnt pine. She spotted the incense on the wooden drawer. In the center of the room was an elegant bed with drapes all around it. It seemed so comfortable that Fu wanted to collapse on it and sleep all day. She remembered back when she was younger how her mother would read her to sleep in that bed all the time. She looked over to her right and saw two tall windows. Sitting by it in a chair made of straw was her mother.

The minute she looked at him, her mother turned and looked back into her eyes. There was a shared moment of silence between them, then her mother got out of the chair almost tripping on her long robes and ran toward Fu, her eyes tearing. Fu didn't respond, she didn't move. All she could do was stand with her eyes wide as her mother grabbed her and hugged her tightly.

Fu tried to say a million things at once, but all that came out was, "I'm sorry."

Her mother let go of her and looked her in the eyes. Even more tears began to stream down her cheeks, "You don't need to be. I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you leave."

You married my dad. Fu wanted to say. But she kept quiet. Her mother sobbed as she kissed Fu's forehead as if she was trying to get some sort of response. All Fu could do was cry. She wasn't crying for joy thought, she knew that much. She was crying for the life she was going to live with her father.

Yagura's POV

He should've been dead. He should've. But luckily Three-Tails was not in the mood for dying today.

The ice needle should've pierced his heart and killed him but it didn't. He didn't even feel any pain. He felt hollow somehow, as if he wasn't supposed to be here, but dead. Yagura almost wished he was. He freed his hand with little difficulty and pulled the sharp blade out of his chest. There was no blood. Only water droplets.

"What in the world?" The hunter said. He took a step back.

Yagura got the flash right then. He was in a dark room with only one single light. The light only illuminated a metal table with a body on it. Yagura's body. It was nothing like it was no. Blood was everywhere. There was a hole in his chest where his heart should've been and a deep gash ran from under his left eye to his chin.

"He's going to die if we don't do something." A voice said. It sounded frantic.

"No, he won't. He's an important pawn in my game, I have to keep him alive." Another voice said. It was deeper and much more calm.

"What are you going to do?" The other voice asked.

"I'll have to put him back together and revive him using a forbidden jutsu. I'm going to manipulate the cells in his body and recreate the heart and the flesh around it. I will need your help, Zetsu." The deeper voice answered.

"I understand, but...how?"

"The bijuu. I'll force it's chakra to repair parts of Yagura's body. He won't have a heart anymore. Most likely it'll be a copy of the bijuu's heart. Pure chakra and a shell around it. It'll be my gift to him. In turn he is my slave." The deeper voice answered.

Yagura snapped back into reality. He took a shaky breath. His heart wasn't even a heart. The one controlling him had saved him from death but he lost a human quality that every single one of them had. A heart. He was as much a monster as the one inside him.

Yagura felt anger bubbling up inside him. Anger at everything happening around him. Because of this mystery ninja that had been controlling him, he's in this situation, trying to find his memory, risking his life to do it. It's because of the fifth Mizukage and this hunter ninja that he was in danger. It's because of the monster inside of him that he was here in the first place.

Yagura screamed, louder than he had ever screamed before. He let out everything he had been feeling in one loud screech. He felt suddenly warm, rthe ice was melting and a red bubbly cloak was forming around him.

But it was going much further than that. As soon as the bijuu chakra cloak was done, his skin began to peel, it was a weird feeling that wasn't painful, but wasn't enjoyable at all. It felt as if his own body was peeling away. Instead something strong and dangerous replaced it. His figure was slim and skinny but the red and black layer of chakra was closed tightly around his skin. His eyes and mouth was an empty white but a look of aggresion was painted on his face. His three tails were in a flat and rectangular shape. He was on all fours in a stance similar to a turtle. His hair had been hard to spot but a spiky tuft on the top of his head. There was something similar to spikes the pointed downward like a beard on Yagura's chin.

He was in full control and he had never felt stronger.

Naruto's POV

Bee didn't make a difference. Sure he was useful when he fought but him and Naruto's combined strength didn't even faze Kisame.

"Isn't that sweet. You both think you have a chance..." Kisame teased. That only angered Naruto more. All he felt like punching the cocky bastard right in the face without holding back.

"You...you..." Naruto tried to find one word to say but too many ran through his head. The man from Kumogakure he'd met put a hand on his shoulder. Naruto looked up at the man. He had a calm expression and the swords in his hands definetly helped for intimidation. He looked scary and confident in his abilities.

"Calm down, bro! Don't go so low!" He said with a smile on his face. Naruto wasn't amused. Apparently this guy was trying to be a rapper of some sorts. Naruto didn't think the guy had many fans.

"Oh! A jinchuuriki who's a musician. That's an interesting combination." Kisame commented.

"Why don't you go and fuck yourself over you stupid fish!" Naruto shouted.

He formed the sign for the doppelganger technique and created multiple clones of himself all over the forest. Sakura and Sai looked around, amazed by the amount he was able to create.

"I'll blow you into your little water bubble up there and send you to the moon!" Naruto continued.

Naruto began to create several rasengans. His clones followed his lead and a pair of two created one rasengan. Eventually all you could Naruto could see was himself and several balls of chakra. The others around him looked stunned.

"Sage Art: Massive Rasengan Barrage!" Naruto shouted and began to run toward Kisame who was weaving signs as Naruto ran.

Naruto didn't even have a chance to brush Kisame. The huge bubble of water above them descended and collided with the group. Several clones, taken by surprised turned into a cloud of smoke, even the rasengan Naruto had created was gone. It was too quick to register in Naruto's mind. He was running first, the air hitting his face and moving to the side. Then the air entering Naruto's mouth turned into water and his movements slowed as his body was sucked into the water. The sudden change in the environment had caught Naruto off guard and all of a sudden he was sucking in water. The light had dimmed and Naruto could see around him the others were struggling in the water.

Kisame just floated in the middle, not even bothered by the water. Naruto was at a huge disadvantage. With that blade of his, he could probably cut through him easily in one slice.

"What's wrong? I guess foxes don't like the water." Kisame said. He began to move as swiftly as a shark. He moved his body from side to side his hands immobile. His sword seemed to swim underneath him like a sort of surfing board.

Naruto tried to speak but his consciousness was quickly fading. The water was filling up his lungs and he desperately grabbed for his neck. As if that will help...Naruto thought as he flailed around. The rapper guy was swimming behind Kisame though. Not too far behind. Naruto realized with bewilderment that he had three octopus tails sticking out. But neither the rapper or Naruto could have done anything.

Kisame swam above Naruto and began to descend, Samehada in hand. Naruto closed his eyes and prepared for the worst.

Then a voice, all too familiar screamed, "TATSUUGA!"

And the water bubble exploded.

Roshi's POV

Roshi decided that now was the time to act. It hadn't taken him long to gather up enough chakra to fight back. What he was worried about was the man's genjutsu. He had to be extremely careful, it was like he was walking on ice. If he made one wrong move he'd be stuck in the freezing water. No chance of getting out.

Roshi had thought about weaving signs, using Earth Release so that he could get rid of the clone but that was too risky. Weaving signs were too flashy, they'd be easily seen. So now he had to figure out how to do this. He needed the perfect timing so that he could escape and keep himself unharmed. So Roshi decided to light himself on fire. He had control over the Lava Release so that he could create a sort of flaming shield around himself.

He remembered the first time he'd tried to do that. It was about thirty years ago when Iwagakure was just teaching him about being a jinchuuriki.

That was the first time Roshi had killed someone. It was accidental but still he didn't like the fact that it was his fault. After all his father had always told him never to play with fire. Well him and his father did that exact thing. Now one of them was dead.

No, don't dwell on it, Roshi. You have a mission. A mission you need to complete. Roshi said to himself. He had more control over it now. Either way, he figured this guy wouldn't be stupid enough to touch him. He hadn't even spoken since Roshi was captured. So Roshi began to flow the chakra he had through out his body. The technique was sort of like weaving signs mentally. Once he did that the Earth and Fire chakra's within him fused together and he had to push it to the outside parts of his body. It required an advanced level of chakra control.

Roshi began to fuse the chakra in him. He'd normally use this to create balls of lava but this time it was different. He moved the chakra outwards and created a flaming shield around himself. His long sleeved shirt burst into flames along with his pants and black open-toed boots. His red hair was just a ball of fire now.

What Roshi didn't expect was what the clone was. His confidence exploded into nothing along with the explosive clone.

Yugito's POV

She was still running. The adrenaline pumping through her blood and giving her more stamina. Daylight was beginning to fade as it slowly went west. Yugito didn't want to be alone or tired when night finally hit. The snow that had begun to fall would be a problem though. It would slow her down and it wouldn't be long before she was completely cold and freezing her ass off.

By taking quick glimpses at the land around her, she decided she was in the Land of Frost probably running straight through the middle based on the amount of snow she was seeing. It was a small country but the ninja who inhabited the land were said to have a lot of clans posessing Kekkei Genkai. I hope they're friendlies. Yugito hoped to herself. But if she knew her geography well then Shimogakure wasn't that far away. If it was then she could possibly find refuge there before dusk.

"Come on, Yugito. Push it, you can make it." Yugito whispered to herself. She'd started to wish she had worn clothes that were more sensible in this kind of weather. Her black and purple blouse was too light and her pants and sandals didn't do a lot to keep her legs from feeling cold. At least the fingerless gloves she wore kept parts of her hand warm. Her hands were a different story.

Yugito stopped abruptly to catch her breath. She'd probably traveled a good five miles just to get away from the Akatsuki. She leaned against a tree and released the band holding her hair back. It fell all around her reaching past her shoulder blades and giving her a little bit more warmth. Her nose was stuffy she was starting to show signs of frostbite. At least her pain from the crash had ceased to hurt her.

She thought about making a fire. It was a bit darker than she had liked since the clouds had almost completely blocked out the sun. But whether there was sun or not, the Land of Frost was always cold and always covered in snow. She fired a ball of fire onto the ground and it turned into a buzzing flame, bright and alive. She reminded herself to thank Matatabi for being a fire cat.

She hated it out here. She wanted to be back in Kumogakure where she was safer. She wanted to be with her squad, teaching them all of her tips and tricks. She wanted so many things but couldn't have any of them. Just because she was a jinchuuriki.

I hope you're not planning on blaming me for everything, Yugito. Matatabi said, freeing Yugito from her thoughts.

I don't. I'm not stupid. It's all their faults. Yugito replied as she curled up and hugged her knees, her head down.

You shouldn't blame anyone. Fate did this to you. You can't really change anything. Matatabi said.

Yeah, well fate is the biggest bastard I've ever heard of.

Yugito...I must ask you a question. A long time ago I hated humans. I hated them because I thought they were fools, trying to control us and keep us in chains. It's why I drove most jinchuuriki crazy. But you...you've showed me that not all humans are terrible people. You put up with me for nineteen years of your life. We're no longer enemies fighting for dominance. We're partners. But...Yugito...are you glad that you are a jinchuuriki?

Yugito took in a quick breath. She was stunned. She'd never asked herself that question either. She had lived her life and learned to deal with it. It was either that or let it eat her up. But as she sat in the melting snow she tried to find an answer.

I don't know, Matatabi. I just don't know anymore.