Lithium

Chapter 13

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"Hey, Zhurma. Could have come at a better time to discuss things." Gaara growled lightly, eyes narrowed at the male. Turning halfway, Gaara's jade eyes glanced at Tsuyahra, completely unaware of Tsuyahra's alertness and stance of being uncomfortable.

"I had to come now, I had other things to do, Gaara." He nodded lightly, eyes moving from Tsuyahra to Gaara and back to Tsuyahra, amused at watching how she squirmed underneath his gaze, not saying a thing.

"Tsuyahra, this is--"

"--Zhurma. . . He words with the Uchiha's at another large company." She paused, Gaara staring at her. How the hell did she know him? ". . . He's my ex-boyfriend. . ."

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Gaara's eyes shifted towards Zhurma, death written in his eyes. This was her ex-boyfriend? The one who beat her and tried to rape her? So that was the reason why he had such a scar on the side of his face. He knew he was a smug bastard, and didn't like him for that, now he just hated him.

"I must be known. You told him what happened, Yahra-chan?" Tsuyahra scoffed lightly, arms crossing over her chest and her eyes narrowing at Zhurma. Who'd thought she'd hold so much hate towards him? I wonder. "Gaara, she's delusional for whatever she had told you. She had been in a psychiatric ward for trying to kill herself when we were together. It was like she was high twenty-four seven. It was that bad, so it's only natural to see hallucinations. . ."

"That's a lie! How dare you say that! You - You scum bag! I wish I would have cut out your damned eyes out instead of missing your head!" Tsuyahra was pissed, that was completely obvious. Gaara was none too happy either. Her irritation and hate was practically fuelling his anger towards the male standing in front of him, eyeing her as if she was still his.

'Like hell she is! She's ours!' His 'other-self's' voice echoed through his head, hands clutching together. His eyes were practically seeing red. He couldn't even hear anything the two were saying. His jade eyes could only see the smirk off his lips and the movement.

"Tsuyahra. Go to your room." Gaara's eyes shifted back towards her.

"But-"

"Leave. Now." She practically flinched at how dangerous his voice was, how commanding it was. She nodded lightly, feeling as if she was the one he was mad at. Hell she didn't even know why he was so mad. Taking a step back she turned and walked down the hall.

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"Protecting her?" Zhurma grinned, letting his fingers brush the bangs out of his eyes, flipping whatever hair back like he was a female. "Or, do you just wanna fight me because of what she had said? Of course, males must listen to what female say. . . Especially if they like them. Right?"

Zhurma was just trying to taunt Gaara into lashing. "You're saying it isn't true?" Gaara was trying to get himself even remotely calm. . . But it obviously wasn't working.

"It's not. I'm serious. You'd think I'd do something like that to someone so lovely as Yahra-chan?" Zhurma laughed lightly, waving it off. "Of course not! I had tried calming her down one night and she tried to kill me."

If Gaara was one to laugh out of hate, he would have. But nothing came out. Not even a smirk, or relief from the glare he was sending him. Jesus, both brothers thought they were the shit, didn't they? "Let's go talk some where's else."

Zhurma nodded lightly, not expecting anything. Thinking he had gotten away with telling a lie to the great Sabaku no Gaara. 'Hm, the fool is more dense than Tsuyahra.' Zhurma smirked, "Alright, lets go for coffee or something."

"There's one behind this house." Gaara's more maniac, blood-filled side was happy as hell. Reaching to break the surface and to grab Zhurma by the throat and break every bone in his body in one shot. To hear the crunching of the bones, hear him screaming and begging for mercy from him. But there would be no mercy. He'd kill him.

They left, Gaara only sparing one look back into the house before exiting with his target. Zhurma walked in front of Gaara, walking with a sway of some sort, as if he was a gangster-wanna-be poser. Gaara's eyes narrowed, hearing something hit the ground behind him. Zhurma was leading him into the alley. Oh yes, how cliché. Lead someone into a dark alley try and beat the shit outta someone and leave. Oh, that worked all the time!

The sounds of struggling and muffled words reached his ears, and immediately he turned around seeing Darious (A/n: He's back!) holding Tsuyahra by the neck with his right forearm and his left hand covering Tsuyahra's mouth. Oh this was just making his day better and better wasn't it?

"I told you I'd kill her. At first I was hired. . . Now it's just hate for what you did." Darious smirked lightly, pressing his arm against Tsuyahra's throat tighter, earning a gasping sound from underneath his left hand. She was kicking around as best as she could, but being held up and her airway practically being cut off, it wasn't helping and she was loosing more energy than she wanted. She gave up fighting for a reason damn it!

"Hired?" Gaara's mouth clenched, teeth grinding together in an attempt to not go after Darious first. He'd be left vulnerable from the back. Tsuyahra couldn't fight, she probably stopped fighting after Zhurma left. This wasn't turning out as well as he wanted it too.

"Yes, by Tsuyahra's beloved 'sister'. Kayla. . . I think her name is? To set her up. But apparently because I broke her jaw or whatever, I was told to leave her alone. It was good money!" Darious seemed to be emotional, swinging Tsuyahra around in his arms as if she was a rag doll.

'So, she set me up? Oh, she's gonna be lashed at when I see her next. But. . . Damn it! I need to get out. I don't want to be dead and having Gaara getting hurt because of me. Damn ribs.' She growled lightly, needing to find the strength to possibly flip Darious over her shoulders. But the male was a lot heavier than her.

Her tri-colored eyes glanced at Gaara, knowing what position he was in. She was once in that position. Her brother. . . Zhurma. . . Her father. Her eyes narrowed, past images flashing into her mind.

- - - Flash Back - - -

Tsuyahra ran into her house, age of fourteen. Her mother had just died this day three years ago. She was worried, her brother had called her on her cell telling her that Zhurma had come to the house and was arguing with their father and he was worried about a fight breaking out.

Panting the young girl entered into the living room, seeing no one but her brother and her father standing and facing each other, her brother holding his arm, as blood passed through his fingers. Immediately Tsuyahra gasped, going to run for him but something had wrapped around her. Her neck being wrapped with someone's forearm and her mouth being covered.

Trying to look back, she got a glimpse of a younger Zhurma, who was pulling her back a little bit. She started to struggle, finally managing to get his hand off her mouth. "Z-Zhur-kun! Please, let me help him!"

Yes, Zhur-kun, Short for Zhurma-kun. She had called him that because they had been friends since they were children, about five years old. She thought she could have trusted him with her very life. But this day changed everything, and yet, she was stupid enough to go out with him after her father passed away.

"Shhh, just watch, Yahra-chan. It'll be fun. Nothing bad will happen to Tsunai." Zhurma smirked, lightly easing on her throat after she stopped struggling.

Tsuyahra took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly, watching what was going to happen. Her father looked up and smirked, right hand raising as he held something in his hand, and slowly Zhurma had pushed her towards her father and brother, Tsunai turning around too look at his older sister. He smiled lightly before. . .

Bang. The sound was so loud it caused her to flinch, not scream and not do anything else because of the sound. But when it had went off, something warm and wet splattered all over her body, her face practically covered in spots of the red liquid everyone called blood. Her voice wouldn't come out, her eyes were stinging due to her brother's blood being spattered in her eyes. But she didn't care.

It took about a minute before she actually realized what had happened, and her brother's eyes dimmed out, showing nothing but death. Though the smile still lingering on his lips, knee's buckling underneath him, collapsing onto them before falling face-first into the carpet covered floor.

She screamed, very loudly. Zhurma having to let go of her to cover his ears. Her father just laughed, the look of pleasure crossing his features. She ran over to her brother's life-less body, dropping in the pool of blood that surrounded him. Picking him up by the shoulders, she turned him around and let his back rest on her lap. Eyes wet with tears. She started to shake. Her fourteen year old mind was corrupted enough. . . And to deal with this would cause anyone to snap.

"T-tsunai! Wake up! Please! No!" She started to cry, pulling him into an embrace, and throwing her face into his neck, crying heavily. Her eyes tightly shut, arms bruising at the amount of pressure she was using to hug him back to life. "Don't leave me too!" She cried louder, and her father just stood there laughing. Soon after Zhurma followed, joining her father for a smoke.

They planned it. They wanted her to witness Tsunai's death in front of her eyes. To watch as her own father murdered his own flesh and blood in front of her eyes. "Why . . .?" She choked on tears, pulling her face away from his neck, now completely covered in blood. His eyes were opened, bright greenish blue now a dull color. His head was hanging off her arm as she held him there.

She didn't want to turn him around, too look at the entrance wound of the bullet. Though usually at such a close range there'd be an exit wound through the middle of his head and she would have gotten hit as well. Probably in the chest area but non-fatal.

He felt the pain. She knew he did. It probably seemed more like a year to him. But when he collapsed onto the floor, the smile still lingered, as if telling her 'it was alright'. . . alright for him to die and leave her alone with people who wanted to get rid of her as well. How the hell was that alright!? Her brother, the only good friend other than Zhurma and Kayla. She loved her brother no matter how annoying he was to her. . .

She wanted him back. She wanted him back now! She placed her brother's body onto the ground, and stood up, dark blue hair covering her face ( Because when she was younger, her hair was a lot longer than it was now, which was pretty long ) her hands clenched at her blood-soaked jeans. The cigarette smoke reaching her. Slowly, her head raised, hair moving out of her eyes, the glare that settled in her Tri-color eyes seemed to stay one color, and that was blue.

She was pissed. Her teeth baring as if she was a rabid animal, ready to strike something that entered into her own territory. Her feet moved fast and her right shoulder came into contact with Zhurma's stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs and both went crashing down to the floor, her on top of his chest and punching him as hard as she could have managed.

It was enough to break his nose in three hits, to give him to black eyes and a fat lip. Someone had grabbed her arms and threw her off of Zhurma and into a bookcase on the other side of the room, crashing into it hard before falling to the ground and the heavy bookcase falling on her. . .

- - - End Flashback - - -

Tsuyahra's eyes flashed back to the future, seeing Zhurma's hand raising slowly, her eyes widened. Oh hell no! not now, and sure as hell not with Gaara! She growled, a sudden burst of adrenalin filling her veins as if she was taking drugs by the ounce in one shot. She pulled her body down onto the pavement, and slowly brought herself forwards to flip Darious onto his back with a loud 'thump'. This cause a small distraction for Zhurma, wondering what the hell Tsuyahra was doing.

It was no more than twenty seconds before Zhurma was on his back, Tsuyahra on her chest and holding something to his throat, dangerously heavy with pressure to kill him even if he moved an inch. Something has scattered on the ground out of his reach.

Gaara, being surprised at what Tsuyahra had done by flipping over Darious ( who was twice her weight ) onto the ground successfully knocking the air out of his lungs and running past him with speed that could probably out-match his and knock Zhurma to the ground. His eyes caught sight of a gun scattering acrossed the ground.

He was going to shoot Gaara. In front of Tsuyahra? Why'd the hell she put herself in a position to get herself killed?! The sound of struggling came from Darious as he started to stand up. As his eyes even reached the scene he found that this was going to be one hell of a match. With an enraged woman and a male that had kicked his ass before.

But no, there was no way in hell he was going to get away this time. The cops here couldn't get leads if there wasn't loud noise. Then again this place was practically isolated with the exceptional shops for coffee, and a couple of rich houses. But they were far enough away and the cops didn't come around here. He'd commit murder.

"You son of a bitch!" Tsuyahra's voice cut through the air, causing Darious and Gaara to look at the two on the ground. "You think you could have done it this time!? Didn't you!" She was shaking.

"I did." Zhurma seemed to calm for her. But the fear in his eyes was evident.

Tsuyahra's eyes narrowed, blue again over-taking the yellow and the bright green. Zhurma's eyes widened, now starting to struggle lightly. A small sadistic like laugh creped from her mouth, the sound of distant rumbling in the distance was heard before the sound of rain pelting the ground and all four beings there.

"I want you to suffer. . ." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the sound of sirens suddenly filled the ears of all four of them. Darious taking his chance to turn around and run, but he didn't get very far.

"Freeze! Hands up!" It was a males voice, a cop obviously.

Tsuyahra smirked, glaring down at her ex. "I want you to rot in prison. Anything else is far to high for you. Murdering you would just grant you an easy way out. People who are like you deserve to suffer. . ." She paused. "You held me back when Tsunai was killed. You both made me watch as he died! You fucking laughed about it as if it was an everyday thing! You may have been a cop before. But their not going to fucking believe you now. Because you set it up, you're in for first degree murder." Tsuyahra grinned, eyes flashing as her dark blue hair fell around her face and Zhurma's. "I've gotten my trial after eight years."

"Tsuyahra, the cops are here. Get off him. . ." Gaara's hand grasped her left arm which was holding the knife. If the cops had seen she was holding a knife to his neck, she'd be charged for holding a weapon on her. Pulling her off him, he grasped the knife, closed it into the metal casing and placed it in his pockets. He could feel Tsuyahra shaking in his grasp.

"You'll have no bail, and you'll have a life sentence. . . I promise you that." She growled lightly, again, trying to get out of Gaara's grip and to beat him before he was sent off. ". . . you betrayed my trust! I'll never forgive you. I hope you go to hell!"

"Alright, calm down. Let's go." The cop who had stopped Darious ( and cuffed him was in the backseat of the car ) walked behind Zhurma kicking him over. "Zhurma, you screwed around with the force, no one's gonna back you up." The officer smirked lightly, taking a glance at Tsuyahra. "Place you're hands behind you back!" Zhurma did as he was told. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you do not have the money to get one, we will get one for you. . ." The officer kept listing off the rights as he cuffed Zhurma and picked him up off the ground and towards the cop car.

"Thanks, Yourichi-san. . ." Tsuyahra had mumbled it as the officer passed he smiled lightly.

"Hey, what are friends for? I promised you I'd get your trial even if it cost me my job. He deserves it anyways." He nodded his head, looking at Gaara. "She had a knife, didn't she? I wont say anything. Just. . . Take care of her for me, alright?"

Gaara nodded lightly, both himself and Tsuyahra watching as Yourichi practically shoved Zhurma into the car and drove away. It was simple and easy. . . He was now out of Tsuyahra's life, and Darious was going as well.

Gaara was about to say something, asking her if she was alright, but she threw herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around him tightly as if he was her life-support. Her body was still shaking, realizing now that it was just adrenaline moving through her veins. He smirked lightly, wrapping his arms around her lightly, his chin resting on her head. She had risked her life to save him from being shot.

But why?

"Tsuyahra. . . Why did you. . .?" He was cut off, as she looked up at him and smiled lightly.

"Him and my father. . . Remember when I told you my brother died?" She watched as his head nodded lightly. "Well, him and my father had set up a plan to kill him. I was at school, and my brother called me, saying that the two of them were fighting and so I ran home to make sure everything was okay. When I got there my brother's arm was bleeding and he was standing in front of my father. I was about to go see what happened, but Zhurma held me back, much like what Darious did. . . And my brother turned around, smiled at me before my father raised his hand and pulled the trigger to a gun, shooting my brother in the head and killing him. . ." Tsuyahra lowered her head, closing her eyes, the tears finally making their way to her eyes. She let her forehead rest against Gaara's chest, not moving her arms, and he wasn't either. "I didn't want to loose you either. . ."

"Then why did --" She didn't even have to know what he was talking about to understand what he was going to ask her.

"-- I don't know. I really don't. I could have said no. . . but I guess it was the fear that he'd kill me the same way my father killed my brother." She was about to cry, Gaara silently soothing her by letting his right hand rub against her back. The rain wasn't all to cold, so they weren't bothered by it. The sound of thunder moved acrossed the sky, lightening flashing at the same time.

"Lets go back inside, Tsuyahra." She nodded and pulled away from Gaara slowly. She was about to start walking towards the front door, but Gaara grabbed onto her hand lightly, intertwining his fingers with her in a gesture to calm her down a little bit more. She looked back at him, somewhat surprised, but smiled lightly, squeezing his hand lightly.

They both walked into the house, Tsuyahra sneezing as soon as she took a step inside. "Ow. . . That hurt. I'm going to go change. Can you at least think of something to eat, Gaara?" It was if nothing had just happened. . . But she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight.

He nodded lightly as she let go of his hand and walked to her room, closing the door behind her as she opened a drawer, and grabbing a large shirt ( that was way to big for her, and most likely fit Gaara ) and a pair of loose pants. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off and took off her clothes, taking her bra off, seeing as how it was soaked and she really didn't need one right now. Putting on the large shirt, she took off her jeans and stopped.

She froze, her jeans didn't look blue. It looked as if it was covered with blood. Her eyes widened, screaming as she collapsed to the ground, covering her eyes with her hands. Thank god her shirt was long enough that it went down to her knee's. The sound of heavy footsteps were heard before the door slammed opened.

"Tsuyahra?" Gaara's voice reached her ears but she didn't do anything to acknowledge that he was there. He walked over to her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Her pants were wrapped around her ankles, indicating she was taking them off.

"Blood. . ." She whispered lightly. ". . .There's no blood on the jeans. . . Right?" She still didn't move her hands away from her eyes. It clicked inside his head what she was talking about. She was seeing her brother's blood on her pants.

"No, Tsuyahra. There's no blood. Come on, you need to get changed so you don't get sick." She nodded slowly, taking in a seep breath, before exhaling and lowering her hands.

"Alright. Sorry, Gaara. It just seemed real for a second." Gaara' nodded his head, and turned around, not leaving. "Aren't you going to leave?"

"Just get changed, Tsuyahra."

She sighed, finally taking off her pants and putting on the loose-fitting ones, tying the string around her waist. Gaara turned his head, hearing no noises and looked back at her.

"Come. . ." He waved his hand a little bit, before walking out of her door and to the right. She followed behind him, wondering what he was doing. Letting her eyes move around. Gaara opened a door, and she realized that she was walking into his room, and she stopped. Gaara looking at her.

"Tsuyahra, come in here." It was like she was a child, being demanded to move. She nodded lightly, walking into the room and Gaara closed the door, he pointed to his bed, which was really big, the black pillows and red sheets making it obvious what Gaara's favorite colors were.

"But. . ."

"You'll sleep in here tonight. I don't want to run down to your room if your having a nightmare, so I'll watch you tonight."

"Shouldn't one feel creped out by that somehow?" She looked at him, and he smirked lightly.

"Depends on how you want to think about it."

"Thanks." She rolled her eyes lightly, smiling as she shook her head. Walking over to the bed, both of them sat on the bed, and she instantly loved his bed. It was comfortable, even to just sit on it. She collapsed onto her left side, eyes instantly closing. She could just pass out on the bed right then and there, but she had to move underneath the covers, didn't she? Opening her eyes she looked at Gaara who was amused.

"What? You're bed is comfy. . ." He shrugged as she pulled the covers over her.

"It was a way to try and get me to sleep. Never worked though." She nodded her head, patting the large gap beside her. She wanted him to lay down next to her. He sighed and pulled the covers up and slipping underneath with her. She smiled lightly.

"Well, man, I don't see how one couldn't sleep on this mattress. . ." She closed her eyes again, relaxing.

Gaara watched her breathing, seeing it slowly even out indicating she was asleep. He smirked lightly pulling himself closer to her. She turned around onto her right side so her back was to him and his took his chance and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. She curled up lightly, snuggling into him and into the pillows at the same time.

'Yes. . . She will be ours.'

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R i d 3 r: Ugh! Long chapter for my delay. Been busy, I had the best time last night at a concert, Evanescence. Jesus it was the best thing to ever see. If they come to you, GO SEE THEM! Yep, Uhhh. . . Yeh dunno what to say about this chapter other than I'm in more pain that I have been for the past 4 hours I've been awake.

LittleAngel22493: Red bull eh? Well. . . Uh. . . What if I don't like red bull. . . And if I had wings, it'd only be trouble for people around me. Lol.

Emeralds Rose: Hey, I said I needed a name, and I to use your idea, hell, I was blanked out for a while. Lol. As for Gaara being dominating, it's Gaara. Like he's gonna be over-powered by a female like Tsuyahra that easily.

dark Alley: I wanted to kill them, but I realized that if they kill them, she'd be a murder too, and eventually the cops'll track them down and they'd go to jail. We didn't need that.

D: : And I have no idea who you are! But here's your hold damned chapter!

Lilly: Cookies came from me being completely random. Do not ask. Lol.