Haha! "OOOOOOH So give them BLOOD! Blood! Gallons of the stuff! Give them all they all that they can drink and it will never be enough! So give them blood! Blood! BLOOOO~D! Grab a glass because there's gonna be a flood!"

Before I begin this chapter, dear ladies, I am here to warn you something. Alchohol is bad for you. Terrible, really...which is why I'm putting it to use on my characters instead so that you may, indeed, "lmfao" as you watch what alchohol can do to you.
Remember! Don't drink and drive with demons...singing will be induced.


For a moment, you experienced the feeling of your heart wanting to burst it beat so fast. It was like a rush, you thought later, like you had liqiufied air in your veins instead of blood.
But going to back to the present, you didn't know what to think until instinct kicked in and your eyes slid shut as you kissed back. His lips felt warm in the cold, and remarkably it wasn't a rough or hard kiss, but soft and sweet. You weren't sure at all if it had been a second or a year at that point in time, but you did know that honestly...you didn't give a damn if when this all ended, you would die on the spot.
Because you would die the happiest person alive.
His fingers slowly tangled themselves into your soft hair and gently coaxed you closer as something slid across your bottom lip, and complying, you parted your lips and wrapped your arms around his ne-
Snarling.
In a split second, you both broke apart blushing like fools and eyes scanned around only to see the unwelcomed yellow glare of a snow leopard, looking hungrily at you. Sand arose around both of you in defense and your mind raced. It was hard to comprehend everything that was going on and so suddenly as it charged, you felt a pang and suddenly sprang out at it at the same time, pinning it to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" You grit your teeth as Gaara yelled at you and looked the beast below you straight in the eye, and it slowly began to shrink in fear, ears going back. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!" You finally screamed back as the leopard pushed you off and darted away like a scared kitten back into the snowy woods. Flumping onto the ground, panting and still feeling the adrenaline, he rushed over to you and gave you an irritated look.
"You're an idiot." You smiled. "But I am indeed a wonderful one who saved both our asses. You're welcome." He sighed heavilly and pulled you up, examining you for anymore injuries...
...And you thought differently.
"If you really want to know, I am a C cup. Enough with the pervertedness, TO SNOW WE GO!" His face lit up and he began to stutter. "I-I wasn't staring at your fr-freaking boobs, psycho! I never would!" He retorted quickly. You stopped abruptly and turned to him with a stonish face.
"...Are you implying that my lady lumps aren't worth looking at?" He paled. "NO! Hell I could look at them ALL DAY!"
Needless to say, there was a very...very...long silence.
Gaara mumbled profanities and ran a hand through his hair. "Oh God help me..." Was all you managed to decipher, as your head was too busy repeating that line over...and over...and over...again.
Also needless to say, this will probably take up a large chunk of this chapter.
"YOU ARE SO DISGUSTING! PERVERTED CARROT-TOP!" "I AM NOT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THIS UP IN THE FIRST PLACE!" "NO I WAS NOT! YOU WERE THE ONE STARING AT THEM!"
"I WAS MAKING SURE YOU DIDN'T GET HURT!" "AND IT JUST SO HAPPENED THE FIRST PLACE YOU LOOKED WAS MY BREASTS!" "YES, IT JUST SO HAPPENS IT WAS!" Sparks of electricity connected from your heated glares and you got close enough to where your noses touched, teeth bared.
"SO THIS IS MY FAULT?" "I NEVER SAID IT WAS YOUR FAULT!" "YOU'RE THINKING IT!" "I AM NOT! STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH!" "EITHER WAY, YOU'RE THE PERVERT HERE!" "OH REALLY? WHAT ABOUT THE TIME YOU WERE STARING AT MY ASS! I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL BECAUSE..." "HA! NO EXCUSE FOR THAT, HENTAI LORD!" "SO YOU ADMIT IT!" Your face darkened another shade. "DO NOT!" "DO TOO!" "DO NOT!" "DO TOO!" "KISS MY ASS!" "YOU WISH I WOULD!" "SICKO!" "ERO!" "I HATE YOU!" "WELL DON'T WORRY, THE FEELING'S MUTUAL!" "THEN HOW COME YOU KISSED ME BACK THERE?" "BECAUSE I WANTED TO, THAT'S WHY!" "OH OF COURSE! I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY AND PULL THAT ONE AGAI-!"
As we can all conclude, Gaara did pull that one again. And this time, it was a much more lustful kiss, as your mouth was open when he cut you short, and his tongue played around teasingly with yours until he broke away. Both of you were panting heavilly and avoided his gaze as much as possible.
"See? I win."
And both of you were silent the whole way back, spare the crunching of snow under your feet and occasional clearing of one's throat as you or he had momentarilly brought up the courage to say something, but fell short the moment you opened your mouth. More shuffling, and then another gateway you both quietly passed through, and many building could be seen.
Seemed as if you finally made it...
"We...we have a hotel on Tousou Street..." Oh what a pleasant name! Frostbite Street. This journey was becoming more and more quaint by the passing second...You nodded simply and, given a little more bravery by hearing him speak first, meekly reached out and took his warmer hand. "Ahm...s-sorry for exploding on you earlier." With a small cat grin, you winked and added, "And if it makes you feel better, you can stare at my boobs whenever you want!" His face reddened yet again, and mumbled something you didn't catch, before rolling his eyes. "Gee, thank you for that priviledge." He said mockingly, but smiled softly nevertheless as you both walked into the building and got your room number...
...Room Number 666.
Into the room and flumping on the bed, you took a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling. "What do you want for dinner?" Your eyes crept over to him and you grinned. "Bloody steak. Or pizza's fine, too." He nodded and you sat up, examining your living space for the time being. It was nice and simple...picture on the wall, a lamp here and there, heater, clock, chair. And then it hit you...
"...WHERE THE HELL IS THE OTHER BED?"
~x~x~x~

Gaara and you linked arms, a bottle of sake in hand which you chugged between lines. He really did have a good voice, maybe it was just the liqour, but either way, he knew the saaaame songs you did.
You both mocked a deep, silly voice as you continued the tipsieness. "Well they encourage your complete cooperatiooon...Send you roses when they think you need to smile!" You both grabbed each others cheeks and pulled, forcing your faces into grins. "I can't control myself I don't know HOW, and they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for awhile!" You began to spin in circles, hiccuping as Gaara started to lean more on you, starting the chorus again and then continuing to the next line.
"A celebrated man amongst the gurneyssss...They can fix me proper with a bit-of-luck. The doctors and the nurses; they adore me so, but it's really quite alarming...'cause I'm such an awful FUCK!"
Gaara peeled away for a moment with a silly grin, bowing majestically and slurring, "Why thank you!" Before you clung onto him again and moved along.
"I gave you BLOOD! BLOOD! Gallons of the stuff! I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough, I gave you blood, blood, bloo~oood...I'M THE KIND OF HUMAN WRECKAGE THAT YOU LOVE!"
Another swig of sake was taken, which was the last swig of the evening, as at this moment both you and he fell backwards, you keeling on him and he out like a light.

|-|:Gaara's POV:|-|
As my eyes opened, I swore they burned in their sockets. This was impossible.
Impossible.
I had fallen asleep.
And for sweet, everloving Christ's sake, it was the best God damn sleep I'd ever had in my life.
Because, as I will so now list these facts to you, it was so for these reasons:
I felt alive. Refreshed. My eyes didn't sting and I didn't have that heavy, weighted feeling...wait, scratch that. It was on my ch-...Reason number two. Hana passed out on me and in my sleep my arms just so happened to find her an excellent substitution for a teddy bear. Three, I, unlike most people, had no hangover at all. Shukaku did, yes, but to hell with him. And lastly...
Well, Temari never let me have sake before.
"Mmmmm..." Ripples of warmth spread through me at that sound, and even more-so as I felt her nuzzle my chest, covered only by my fishnet shirt.
On this occasion, yes, I do so believe I had every right to grin smugly and admit that I could say "Good morning" and mean it.
"Waarrrrmmm...and it smells like Gaara-sama this mornin', yes it does, Hana."
Gaara-sama. Oh yes, that struck a pleasant note. In fact, just something in the way she said my name was so...
"Mmmm...and it even feels like Gaara-sama. How life-like. Maybe I will wake up this morning and not be in sand or snow, but I shall see that I am looking at the wonderful-"
...intoxicating.
"Gaara-sama?"
I had cut her off with a pleased smirk and her ruby eyes shot open, wide with embarassed surprise.
"...Oh dear."
Oh dear indeed.
"Good morning, Hana." I crooned tauntingly. "Shall Gaara act drunk and talk in the third person as well?" It was funny to see her talk like that, really. But of course, to my dissapointment, she immediatly blushed-I always enjoyed flustering her-and scrambled to her feet. I sat up, raising an eyebrow and completely forgetting the fact that I had been drunk that night and that I was practically shirtless.
"BAH! You're such a prick, put your shirt back on, wait, don't, I MEAN DO, fuuuccckkk, nevermin-GOD I HATE YOU!"
Wonderful Hana.
Her face was about as scarlet as her eyes, all the way to her ears, and with that she got so embarrassed and just flustered she stormed out...
...3...2...1...
The door burst open, she grabbed her shirt(she had been wearing only a tanktop and such underneath), sticking her tongue out at me, and slamming the door again. I sighed, slumpung back with a small smile.
Life was so uninteresting without her.
~x~x~x~

Stupid drunkness.
Stupid red head.
Stupid Yukigakure.
Stupid STUPIDITY!
"Fuck society, I want hot chocolate.." You grumbled as you walked through the white streets. Unlike previously thought, the people of Yukigakure were actually very normal and nice, and the Queen was supposed to be a famous actress.
But at the moment, it was snowing, you were tired, and this morning was not going your way.
"You, ash-haired one! Come here, child..." Child? Okay. Thank God your boots came with titanium inch-thick spikes on the bottom.
Turning your head lazily you saw a "psychic" in her tent ushering for you to come in. She looked somewhat old and she was bundled in shawls; she was like the living version of Trelawny from one of those Harry Potter book thingies you read when you were little.
"Yes, dear, I sense a powerful aura about you...have you been having a bad day? It seems like you're searching for something..." Your hand was itching to take this lady's head off. But, you were Hana, and Hana was only mean to those who were mean to her.
...Well, unless someone just decides to piss you off, of course...
Reluctantly, you walked to the tent and went in, seeing that the room was lit with oil lamps and lined with books and scrolls of all sorts. In the middle, accordingly, was a small table with a book laying open and a sharp edge jutting out from beside it. Simple. Gawdy. Stupid.
"Come, come! Let us depict your past, future, your inner self..."

This was the single worst mistake you would ever make in your life.

Sitting in the chair, you looked at the book and saw that it was rather old.
"Now I don't usually let any person add their name to this book, but you..." The woman paused and cupped your chin in an auntly matter, smiling mischieviously as she looked you over. "Ah, yes. I see you are a strong girl, your eyes are red, very peculiar...and is that white I see at your roots? Yes, yes, you are definetly a name to put down in my book..."
You raised a brow. Was she really that insane?
"And what's so lovely about this...book thingy?"
The psychic laughed. Wow. How hilarious. You were just falling apart with laughter.
"Book thingy? Oh no no no! This is book that has been molded by the Gods themselves! Anyone whose blood touches a page..." She paused for effect.
Not that it worked, of course.
"...the book reveals the person's life."
Oooooh, and if we look to the side we can see...A WALL. Wow! How facinating!
"Simply prick your finger on the blade and touch the page..." Not like it would hurt. So you went along with it. Reaching out, you didn't even wince as the sharpened point nicked your skin and you proceeded to let the crimson drip on the page.
Sure enough, tidy words began to scribble across...
"Hanabira Mourou, age 12 years, 7 months, 24 days, 16 minutes, and 3 seconds. Hanabira is abused and mislead, but has her heart set on Sabaku no Gaara. She currently resides in the Kazekage Manor of Sunagakure."
The page paused. The whole room seemed to be at a dead silence as you stared. Mourou...?
But then it began writing again...
"Kurenayuki no Hakumei, age 7,822 years, 4 months, 5 days, 12 minutes, and 19 seconds. Hakumei is the 8-tailed demon snow leopard of Yukigakure, known for her passive personality but ungodly love of blood that earned her the name Hakumei of the Crimson Snow. 6,000 years ago Hakumei was sealed into a diamond which was left a shrine in Yukigakure, until 12 years and 8 months ago. Several greedy clans wanted the diamond and Hakumei, and the Mourou family along with the Akutou and Kuroai were slaughtered in the fight for it. The leader of the Fuzuken clan, along with his family, survived the battle and stole the diamond along with the daughter of the Mourou Head, Hanabira Mourou, who had lived. Fleeing to Sunagakure, they found that the diamond was unstable in the hot weather and so Hakumei was resealed into Hanabira and currently resides within her."
Your heartbeat stung as it drove away in your head. It all made sense now...Bloodlust. White hair. Red eyes. Love for the cold. Moving upon the snow with a cat-like ease...
The fortune teller trembled as you slowly turned to her, and you saw her face pale with fear.
"Y...y-you...you're the demon...the accursed Hakumei who destroyed Yuki in a morning's time..."
This was impossible though...How could you not know...For 12 years..
"DEMON! HAKUMEI HAS RETURNED, HAKUMEI LIIIIVES!" She ran out screaming with the book as you peeked out, unable to realize you were crying and the tears were freezing to your face. The woman showed the page to people, who in turn became panicked and within seconds the entire street was going insane.
"..N-no..."
Your voice was nothing amid the screaming. It was quiet. Something it never was. Never...
"There she is! Kill her! KILL her!"
So this was it?
You watched the kunai fly towards you, how it seemed so slow with Hakumei's eyes. It was like a leaf fluttering to the ground almost.
But you weren't going to dodge it...why should you? You were a demon. You were a lie. You weren't supposed to exist. There was no point...
You closed your eyes and waited for it to pierce your skin, but the impact never came. All you knew was that you opened your eyes and saw sand.
Never in your life had you been so happy to see sand.
"Stay away from her..." Gaara's stoic voice shot fear into their veins, and he wrapped his sand around one man's arm and snapped it in half for good measure. As soon as they ran off you felt a hand grab your arm and realized it was him, and he pulled you along.
"Hana, what's going on?"
Gaara didn't know...what would he think? Wasn't he a demon, too?
"...Hana..?"
Your ruby eyes were glazed over and your eyelashes had frost of them. You were still silently crying, and you didn't know what to do.
Coming to a sudden stop outside the gates, Gaara held your shoulders and leaned in close to your face, looking you dead in the eye.
"Hanabira. It's Gaara...say something." His breath misted across your face, and you slowly blinked.
You weren't sure why you said it...and you didn't know how. But...you didn't feel so numb after you did.
"...I love you..."
Your voice was rough and dry, almost inaudible.
Gaara's eyes went wide, and he blinked.
"Wh...what?" He asked plainly. You slowly melted out of your ice phase and clasped your hands to your mouth, now sobbing.
"I love you, okay? I love you!"
Gaara was still stunned as he tried to reply.
"..I...I.."
Gaara never got to finish his sentence.
"Awww, how touching."
You squeaked as water wrapped around you and you were pulled away to the other voice. Beside you was now a shark-like man in a black cloak, coated with red swirling clouds. He grinned, putting his large sword back on his shoulder as he simply said,
"Kisame Hoshigaki. Sorry Gaara, but I'll be needing to take your kitty to a new cage."


Next one's the Fi-na-leee...
.Dun.
Next one's the finale...