A/N: Finally! I finished this yesterday but kept getting an error message whenever I tried to upload it. I've been getting crap like that happening a lot the last couple of days. It's a real pain when you're trying to turn in homework and either the uploader doesn't work or you get error messages.

So this chapter is a little longer. I'm sorry if some of it might seem forced or something, I did kind of force myself to work through one of the fights So bare with it because it gets better, in my opinion.

Enjoy!

Temari and Kankuro held a meeting with all available shinobi, telling them of the possible situation they would face. Each one was on standby and not to receive any further missions until the issue was resolved. And just like that, as they were calling the meeting to an end with the hopes that Gaara would take care of it all, they felt a rumble tear through the village. A roar caught all of them by surprise and they hastily made their way outside. The Sand Siblings appeared on the roof of the Kazekage building and looked both shocked and nervous as they saw the two icy dragons bursting through buildings like they were nothing.

"Wind Release: Current Cutter!" Temari was just barely able to dodge the foot that came slamming down into the roof of the building, caving it in. However, she was thrown into the building opposite the Kazekage building; her back smashing against the railing of the roof and tumbling back.

"Temari!" Kankuro called in astonishment as he had seen her dodge the attack. The woman didn't stay long as she winked at the puppet master and followed after his sister.

He would have followed after her if it weren't for the appearance of a biker kid in front of him. "Sorry man, she has a bone to pick with the blonde." The man shrugged casually as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. The young man's green hair ruffled to the ominous desert wind as they stared each other down.

Kankuro tore the puppet from his back, holding it beside him as he got ready for an attack. He felt on edge but it surprisingly wasn't from the dragons tearing through their village. This guy standing before him, he seemed to calm. He had a lazy, unassuming stance about him. While his head was turned up to the clear blue sky, his blue irises glided along his black sclera to look directly into Kankuro's brown eyes. How could someone be so calm? That was a stupid question. The puppet master watched as the guy's shoulders drew up and then fell back down with the large breath he breathed.

"This is a pain in the ass," he sighed as he dropped his head, looking down at his feet momentarily. "I would have much preferred to just sit and play chess. Even though Seira is a raging bitch with practically no skill, she's still fun to play against."

"Heh, I know all about bitchy women," Kankuro piped up with a chuckle, an image of Temari floating around his brain.

His blue eyes floated over to Kankuro's form, green hair fluttering in the uneasy wind. "They're a pain to be around yet still make everyday life interesting, am I right?" An amused smirk tugged at his lips as he spoke.

It was so sudden when it happened that the only thing Kankuro could do was blink. He felt the burning sting in his cheek and the tickle of liquid sliding down his face. Bringing up a gloved hand he touched his cheek. Blood. What had just happened? His brown eyes looked into the blue ones of his enemy; he looked to be smirking but otherwise hadn't moved. Then what had cut him? Kankuro let his gaze wander away from the green haired man and was shocked to see a shuriken a foot behind him, embedded into the roof and electricity sparking around it. He had thrown a shuriken with such speed that he didn't even see it!

Kankuro whipped his head around to look at the now sheepishly grinning young man. Who was this guy? The unnerving sound of his jacket billowing around his toned body caused Kankuro to bite into his cheek. He watched as the man slowly pulled a handful of kunai free from his belt and set them all ablaze with lightning. It arched and buzzed off each metal knife like the cackle of evil. The puppet master felt the hairs on his body stand on edge from the static in the air. This nervous feeling churning in his stomach was causing him to feel fear, something that wasn't normal for the middle sibling.

The lightning cracked and hissed with brilliant light and he reached back and threw them. Kankuro dodged each and every one of them, wondering to himself how he was missing every shot. He felt the sting of their pure fire as they whizzed past his face. Even though the throws were erratic he still had trouble dodging them. It wasn't until the last one was thrown that he had the confidence to mock the guy.

"You're aiming is terrible. There's not a scratch on me." Kankuro smirked confidently.

The young man stuffed his hands into his pockets with a sigh. "Who in the world said I was aiming for you?" Lazily he glanced over at Kankuro who was looking at him with confusion plastered on his face.

"Huh?" Kankuro looked around and noticed that each of the kunai was set in a circle around him, sparking with elemental energy.

"Lightning Release: Shock Treatment!" his hands slammed together causing the lightning around each kunai to erupt into a cage of light. It arched into a point above Kankuro's head before crashing down on him.

Kankuro wailed and winced in pain as electricity coursed through his body. It felt like millions of needles digging into his skin all at once. He felt his blood boil and his muscles spasm. The smell of burning skin and clothes was the only thing that filled his sense of smell as he dropped to his knees. The swirling feeling of microshocks seared his flesh in burning pain, leaving behind little trails of zig-zag scars. His skin began to peel away as the currents ran through him; the young man opposite him arching his brow in mild surprise. Blue over black watched as the once burning ninja turned into a wooden puppet with long limbs and face, and a shaggy mop top for hair.

"Damn puppets," he muttered in annoyance. His eyes scanned around until he felt a blade cut into his arm. Grabbing at his right arm, his corresponding eye closed and he winced in pain.

"I wouldn't move too much if I were you," Kankuro's taunting voice said from behind.

He whipped around, shaking off the pain almost instantly but felt something else. His eyes widened when he felt an unfamiliar beat of his heart, dropping to his knees, "What…what is this?"

Kankuro lightly tugged on the chakra string attached to his index finger, bringing the puppet arm back to him; a blade sticking out from one of the joints. "It was actually beneficial nearly dying from Sasori's poison. I learned about not only his poison, but how to improve upon it."

"What-" he cut himself off when the pain in his arm became worse. Looking over at it, the skin around the cut was turning black.

"Sasori's poison could kill a man in three days; a very painful three days. Mine…" he paused to give a lighthearted chuckle. "Mine will kill you in a matter of hours. Best I could do really with Granny Chiyo gone."

Temari groaned as she slowly go on all fours. Her back was killing her! The thundering sound of her massive fan dropping beside her caused her head to start pounding in agony. She barely had time to gain her bearings before another blow from the chakra infused wind slammed against her. The force sent her sliding along the roof and hitting the railing opposite from her. Looking up with pained teal eyes, she watched the heels come towards her, a bounce in their step. Taking her sight further, she noted the malicious, bloodthirsty intent behind the eyes of fire that stared down at her. So far, this woman had the upper hand. Her wind was able to strike even if it didn't make contact with its target.

"I do so enjoy my job," the woman sighed happily as she placed her hands on her hips. "I get to beat the shit out of girls like you and make money doing it."

Girls like her? What exactly did she mean by that? Temari's hand moved over her fan slowly. "Heh, and what kind of girl do you think I am?" Her words were strained, the throbbing pain in her back causing more trouble than she originally thought.

Her burning eyes glared down as she slammed her foot onto Temari's hand, smiling sadistically as she heard her wails. "Girls who think they're so high and mighty because of the people they know or the statuses people give them." She bent down to look Temari directly in the eye, a scowl on her face, "Bitches like you disgust me."

Temari smirked, "That's one bad mouth you have." She felt her fingers pop as she gripped the metal fan. "Let me fix that!" She forced the woman back as she jumped to her feet, fan unfolding in the process.

The gust of wind that was sent at the woman would have normally blown her off the very roof they stood. Yet, Temari clenched her teeth seeing that she barely even moved. Her annoying smirk was getting on Temari's nerves. The most her attack had done was rip at her jacket and tousle her hair; otherwise she looked unharmed. Dammit, she thought angrily. What was she going to do if her attacks had barely any effect on her? She felt her insides twist at the thought of them losing this battle; this battle she didn't even realize they were going to have until it already started. Her eyes flickered over to see that Kankuro looked as if he had won his fight.

Seeing Temari looking away from her, Seira glanced to see that her partner Tao had lost his fight. What an idiot, she growled to herself. Her eyes caught sight of his still ionized kunai and a devious smirk tugged at her lips. Turning back to the blonde, she began slowly removing her jacket, that smirk never leaving her face. She watched the hesitation in her opponent's face as she watched with vigilance at every move she made. Seira would make them all suffer for killing Tao. She hated that no good, lazy, annoying piece of trash, but he was still her partner. This act was unforgivable.

"Ya know, I was chosen for a very specific reason," she began, her tone casual.

Temari arched a brow, "Chosen for what?"

"This. Being apart of this specific team of assassins." Her jacket hung at her side lazily as she shifted her weight to her right leg. Her bare shoulders rolled back as she stretched out her body. Lightning began to crackle along her skin causing Temari's eyes to widen a little. "See I'm a Kekkei Genkai user, I just prefer to use Wind Release. It's more my style."

"Shit…" Temari muttered ducking behind her fan as a whip of lightning struck out at her.

"Storm Release…" the lightning and wind around Seira began to rage out of control suddenly, her long hair whipping around her wildly. "Ion Hail!"

Temari cried out as electrified kunai rained down on her. Each one that stabbed at her body sent a current of electricity through her. A wild look appeared in Seira's eyes as her ears picked up the pained howls. With her body still releasing mass amounts of lightning, she walked over to Temari's fan, peering behind it to see her mangled corpse. She was shocked to see nothing but a log sitting in her body's place. With an angry roar, she slammed her fist into the log completely splintering it. As her body stood back up to go looking for the annoying wind user, a kunai was being driven into her back.

Whipping her head around, pure hatred burning in her fire colored eyes, she saw Temari glaring back at her trying to shove the weapon into her back. Releasing more chakra and using the lightning as a barrier, she electrocuted Temari with the kunai acting as a conduit. Her piercing cries brought delight to her ears, licking her lips. Seira grabbed Temari by the collar of her tattered kimono, their faces coming close. She would take so much delight in electrocuting this bitch until she was a fired heap of flesh. Bringing a crackling hand up, she was about to slam her fist into the blonde's face.

Seira screamed in utter agony as she was electrocuted. Her smoking body let go of Temari and fell to a crumpled mess onto the rooftop. Slowly, Temari opened her eyes to see Kankuro's feet standing in front of her. "Kan…kuro…" she breathed.

"Relax Temari, I got that bitch," he soothed, kneeling down beside her and slowly helping his older sister to her knees. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, he hoisted her to her feet, both of them looking out at the village.

So many homes and building were nothing but piles of rubble now. The ice dragons had disappeared long ago, but the damage was done. They had flown threw nearly everything and frozen many people. Their icy breath mixed with the raging heat of the desert had caused whatever was frozen to shatter instantly. Both siblings felt a damaging wind blow around them and both allowed beads of sweat to roll down their faces. They could still hear the sound of metal on metal and feel the occasional rumble from the ground. This fight still wasn't over but could they take the one that was still left? Both siblings knew that their last opponent would be more dangerous then the two they had fought. And what of Gaara and Setsuko? Were they alright? Had they survived their encounter?

Their thoughts were instantly back to the matter at hand when a giant towering golem stood over them. Both siblings looked up at it in terrified awe. To create something that big meant that its creator had a massive amount of chakra! The earth made golem raised its hand and, with glowing yellow eyes, slammed its enormous hand down on the building the siblings were on. Both were able to avoid the crushing damage of the attack, but the building didn't stand a chance as it crumbled like paper under the weight of its hand.

"How are we supposed to fight something that big?!" Temari shouted as the backlash gust of wind blew at them. The golem itself was large enough to look as if it blocked out the sun, covering the Sand Village in a disturbingly ominous shadow.

Kankuro bit into his lip with such force that blood slid down his chin. "We need to find the caster." The puppet master looked around, "Matsuri!"

The young sand kunoichi ran to his side the moment she heard him call her name, "What is it Kankuro sir?"

"Start rounding up survivors and get them out of here," he commanded as he stood with Temari still slung over his shoulder. She gave a hard nod and ran off.

"You think we'll die?" Temari murmured as she and her brother looked up at the golem.

"Probably," he replied coolly.

Temari pushed off her brother, picking up her fan, "Alright then. I like those odds." Both siblings gave each other a nod and disappeared.

Lying in the hospital bed Gaara had put her in, Setsuko slept in a medically induced coma. The only sounds made in the entire room were the sounds of beeping from her heart monitor and the occasional drip from the medicine. Even with the war raging on just outside her hospital room window, she didn't stir. She was too lost in her attempts to fight through the death that wished to grip her tight. At every turn within her mind, the light tried to beckon her towards it and every time it was getting harder to refuse.

The door to her room slid open silently, gray eyes resting upon the unconscious form in the bed. Walking up to her form, the imposing figure sat on the side of her bed as their hands hovered at either side of her head. Slowly, taking their index fingers, they drove them deep into her skull causing her face to contort in pain. She struggled against their invasion, whimpering and crying in pain as their fingers drove deeper and deeper into her skull. Placing their thumbs against her forehead, just above her eyes, small glowing lights appeared around each thumb.

"Seal of Ten Phantoms," their voice whispered.

Setsuko's body was enveloped in a soft white glow, the sound of her heart monitor slowly increasing. The figure released her head and left the room quickly, just as the door was closing her eyes flashed open. Almost instantly, the Princess was screaming bloody murder as she sat up in the bed clutching her head. Pulling out clumps of hair, she screamed and cried as the block of ice in her mind completely shattered. She could see everything so clearly in her mind, the way the giant bird ruffled its feathers the moment it was freed, the howl of the raging storm slamming against her mind and the terrifying gaze given to her as their eyes locked. Setsuko felt her breath hitch as the looked upon the glowing blue orbs that stared back at her, falling off the bed as she continued to scream in agony.

Every needle ripped itself out as she crawled away from the bed, using the window sill for support. The pain being too much for the teen, she gripped at her head and curled into a ball, crying. Her toes curled as she felt another mind splitting wave of pain come over her, screaming along with the screeching the bird was doing. She knew everything it was screaming, she could understand it. It wanted to be free. It wanted to spread its wings and soar in the sky again. It wanted to freeze the world. A snow storm suddenly erupted around her as she curled up tighter, feeling herself about ready to break in half.

She wanted to find Gaara. Maybe he could help her since he was a former Jinchuriki. Maybe he knew of a way to help her reseal the demon within her. No, it wasn't just that she wanted to find him. She needed to find him! It was so painfully obvious to her what was going to happen. Her hand shakily gripped the window sill; the room already frozen over from the storm that wouldn't stop. With trembling legs, she slowly made her way out of the hospital, people being blown back from the winds blowing around her and the ground freezing with each icy step.

"Gaara?" Temari and Kankuro looked at the back of their baby brother as he stood face to face with a rather large man.

The shirtless man standing in front of Gaara had many scratches littering his upper torso, but nothing was life threatening. His breathing was still even, showing that he wasn't even feeling the strain of making a giant earth golem and fighting against the Kazekage. Gaara stood with his back facing his siblings, shoulders only slightly heaving as if he were just starting to feel strain. He wasn't the same as he used to be after all. No longer did he have the reserves of chakra he did when Shukaku was sealed within him.

His siblings came up beside him, both at the ready to help him. Normally they knew he would have denied their help, he usually did. But this time, there were no objections or questions. He readily welcomed their help. The man before them popped a few joints in anticipation of their eventual onslaught. Kankuro looked over at his siblings who looked back at him. He gave them a silent nod, to which the other two returned.

Temari slid her fan open, "Dust Wind Technique!" With a mighty wave of her fan, she created a massive gust of wind and sand at the man.

As he covered his eyes to shield them from the sand, "Desert Hand." Gaara closed his hand, a large hand made of sand wrapped itself around the man's body.

"Black Secret Technique Machine One Shot!" twitching his fingers, Kankuro controlled the body of his Black Ant and Crow puppets. Black Ant trapped the man inside, latching shut, and Crow separated into eight parts. Each blade slipped into the slots provided by Black Ant.

"Summoning: Quick Beheading Dance!" Temari shouted as she swung her blood covered fan again. Her summon, Kamatari appeared, riding the strong currents of wind created by her fan; shredding everything in its path.

"Ultimate Hard Absolute Attack: Spear of Shukaku!" Gaara held out his hand as the hardest materials from the ground formed a halberd in his hand in the shape of Shukaku's hand. Following Temari's summon, he thrust it at their opponent.

Kankuro ripped his puppets away at the last second, as Kamatari made contact with the burly man. His body already covered in open wounds from the poisonous knives that pierced his skin. The sickle carrying weasel slammed into him, tearing up his muscle bound body further with the power of its wind behind it. Right after he had carried the man several meters away, the spear created by Gaara dug itself into the man's chest cavity. Once the attacks made contact with the man, they heard the shattering of his massive golem telling them they had killed him.