Uzumaki Twins

Chapter 9

~Chika's pov~

I woke to the sun shining through the window. The curtains had been pulled away and were flying in the breeze that washed in through the window. The breeze was stifling hot but for some reason the room was cool. Strange really but I pushed it aside and sat up. I felt tightness on one of my hands and I turned around to see Gaara sitting/leaning against the bed's headboard. His hand was gripping mine tightly almost as if he had been worried about me. I remember that I had asked him to stay with me because I was scared what would happen if left alone in the dark.

Those men…

Those men had almost succeeded in raping me. If I see them I'm going to kill them. I may not understand what happened between the time I closed my eyes and opening them to see Gaara kneeling over me, but I do know that something must have happened. Maybe he might know what happened to me. Would he tell me though?

'Gaara,' he looked at me. 'What happened?'

'I brought you back here.'

'Not that, between closing my eyes and then seeing you.'

'You passed out for a moment. I chased off those guys and then… you know the rest.'

It's almost too real to believe. Was that all that really happened? Did he really chase them off? Are those molesters really still alive after what they did to me? They shouldn't have gotten off so lightly. They should be killed instantly for what they did. I thought that Gaara was a killer. Did he kill them and only said what he did to make sure that I didn't find out that he actually killed others for me? Or is there really another reason that he may be refusing to tell me the truth about what really happened? I can't just accept that nothing really happened back then. I felt something happen. I smelt blood, I felt myself responding to the power to control blood, and I felt in control of something. But what?

The gap in my memory is a pain, especially in times that I won't to know something. Naruto acted the same way as Gaara those other times.

Wait a minute. Is my brother behind this? Did he tell Gaara to refuse telling me what happened? Does that mean my brother has seen what happened but didn't do anything about it? What the hell is going on? Naruto, do you really know what is going on is it my paranoia getting involved again?

I looked away from him and gently removed my hand from his. I didn't want him his feelings. I didn't want him to think that I feel disgusted by touching him. I pulled the quilt off me and felt a nice breeze touch my body. I stepped out of bed and stretched. I heard a thud and looked at Gaara who had his head against the wall. His hand was covering his mouth and nose. He had hit his head against the wall, purposely I might add, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

'Is something the matter, Gaara?' I ask and touched his shoulder.

He didn't turn around, but he didn't answer either.

'Gaara, what's the matter?' He still didn't answer. 'Are you sick? Should I get Temari or Kankuro?'

He turned around so quickly I almost fell onto my butt. 'No don't!' I blinked at him and saw the blood that was coming out of his nose just before he could cover it up.

'But you're bleeding!' I protested.

'I wonder why,' he said sarcastically and purposely didn't look at me. 'Just get some clothes on. It was bad enough carrying you naked.' He lifted his eyes to mine, making sure that he couldn't see anything else. 'You also need to wash that blood off. You're going to stink otherwise.'

'Did you break your nose hitting the wall?' I ask, still not caring about him saying I was naked.

'No,' he said and narrowed his eyes. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' I was taken aback by his tone. 'I'm a guy and you're just going to stand there naked in front of me? You're not going to accuse me of doing inappropriate things? You're not going to scream or shout pervert?'

I couldn't help but softly laughing. Everyone always confuses every single girl to be like that. That is why I found it funny. I am considered something other than a normal female, especially in my village. I can't believe that he would consider it as well even though he has seen my demon, Juuku. Does he not believe that the demon is actually a demon or mine? All things considered, it still made me laugh that he considered me to be a normal average female.

'What's so funny?' he demanded with a frown and a pout. If that's possible for him.

'I'm sorry,' I said calming a little. 'It's just funny that you think I'm a normal female.' I smile. 'I've showed you my demon, how much more exposed can I get?'

He pointed to my form. 'I guess that's even more exposing than telling me you have a demon.'

I thought for a moment. 'You're possibly right. But why hide what you've already seen?' He looked at me slightly shocked. I looked out the window. 'You've seen me like this when I was almost raped. Why really hide it? Why pretend that it's not happened?' He looked back to him. 'Why make things awkward between us just because we want to forget?'

He looked away and breathed out deeply. It sounded like a sigh but I couldn't really tell with him. I grabbed a tissue from the bathroom and wiped away the blood from his nose. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and looked at me sharply. Realising what I was doing, he released my hand but he kept watching me, almost as if I would hurt him if he wasn't keeping a close eye on me. Once all the blood was wiped away I smiled at him.

'If you want you can go whilst I go for a shower.'

I didn't wait for him to answer. I walked and locked the bathroom door and leaned against the door. I release a sigh and turn on the shower. I actually can't believe I didn't do that myself. Normally I really am like all the other females caught in this moment. Other males I would have reacted like that to. Yet, for some reason I didn't do that to Gaara. Is that because I like him? I shook my head. No, I don't like him enough to even consider that. It's more like I trust him because he did save me after all. Well I think he saved me. I don't know. My memory is so fuzzy.

I step under the hot sprays and allow the heat and the fast jets of water to soothe and relax my muscles. I really hope that this can get rid of all the worries that I have, all the painful memories I really don't want to remember, I hope that this will be able to provide me that release. But once remembered, always remembered. I will never be able to forget, not even if I try to force myself as one day it will just return in a most unpleasant way. Some things are mostly difficult to handle. If my brother found out about any of this, he's going to flip. But he may already know and he may already be pissed because of it. Round my brother, I'll need to tread carefully. I don't him to be mad at me and I don't want him to be upset either. I just don't want him to know about it. I can handle it.

I think.

~Gaara's pov~

I don't know why I didn't leave when she said I could, but I couldn't. It's probably just me being a little bit worried about her. Worried? That has got to be the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. I can't be worried about something like that. She can obviously take care of herself, but yet, I am worried about her. That's the one thing I don't really understand. She's supposed to be some great fighter that I find dangerous and yet I feel protective of her. Even after what I saw, I feel protective of her and yet she reminds me of myself with my sand jutsus. I shouldn't worry about her. I have no need. She is clearly capable of protecting herself even if she weren't fighting back.

I clenched my fists and glared at the wall.

What the hell happened back there?

'You're still here?' her voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to look at her and saw that she was wrapped in a towel. At least it's an improvement to being butt naked before me. 'Are you alright?'

I frowned. 'Why do you ask that?'

'Eh?'

'Why do you ask if I'm alright?' I narrowed my eyes more.

She placed a hand to her cheek, crossed one arm over her chest and looked up to the ceiling in thought. Well it didn't last long. 'It's because you look sad and in pain all the time.'

I looked at her shocked. I look sad and in pain all the time? What a ridiculous thing to say. She worries a little bit too much about other people and nothing about herself. Is that why I feel resentment? A hint of jealousy? No, it's nothing like that. I love only myself; I don't feel anything for anyone else, especially not this girl. If I keep telling myself it will help me avoid disasters. And this girl is one big disaster waiting to happen.

'How ridiculous,' I say and stand. She was looking at me shocked and pained. 'A piece of advice, love and fight only for yourself, you don't need others. They will only slow you down and your existence won't be recognised.'

She lowered her eyes and hugged herself. 'I guess this is where you draw the line.' She looked back up at me with confidence in her eyes although it was mixing with the pain I could see there. 'You view the world through your eyes and I will do so in mine. I don't need to fight or kill to prove I exist. There are many other methods and I will do it my way. We'll see who gets further than whom.'

'A challenge?' to say I was surprised is a little understatement. How the hell do you see who's existence is more known than the others?

She nodded. 'We'll both do our best, promise?' she said holding up her pinkie.

I looked at her taken aback. I hesitated but I nodded and wrapped my pinkie around hers. 'Hm, promise…'

I left the room after that, leaving her with some space to get changed in. I looked at my pinkie. Did I really just make a promise with someone I barely know? I sigh. Yeah, I did. How stupid am I? I shouldn't have gotten involved with the girl but I did. Why? It was because I thought she was in danger. When I saw that she wasn't, I couldn't just leave her there where it may happen again. It would have been a lot better if it were her brother that had found her. But he didn't. I was the one to have raced there and found her like that.

I'll keep the promise. I'll show her the effective way of being recognised as existing in this world. The best way is mine. To kill to prove your existence, it's the only way possible. No one will recognise you otherwise. It's time that I show her my true colours. It's time to show her how much different we are. Here in the sand I am known as a monster and I will show her that side. She will understand the difference between us and the distance between us. She will not be able to match me in a fight and if it comes to it, I will kill her just to prove my existence.