This was the first couple that started it all, so I might as well write another one for it. My inspiration comes from music, art, and dreaming. Right now, my inspiration for this work comes from the wonderful comic called 'Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.'

I re-edited this chapter, took out things, put in things.

Enjoy!

He couldn't take it, the laughter, the joy, and those people. They were all walking about minding their own business, being annoying as ever. He hated people so much that it made him hunger for carnage. The beast inside him rumbled in agreement and urged him to go hunting. But he couldn't do it, he wanted to, but there was something stopping him from destroying everything. At first he thought it was because of the assignment the village had given him, but could care less what they wanted him to do. It was deeper than that.

It was her.

Gaara sat on the rooftop of a temple and looked down upon the village in disgust. Nobody cared about him, no one even noticed the red hair boy staring down at them. He felt alone and lost in a world that didn't want him. There was no purpose for his being other than to cause destruction. He had no right to walk among the others, he wasn't one of them; he was his own kind. The thought swept through him like a tidal wave, consuming his flesh, tearing him apart.

Why did everyone hate him so much, what had he ever done to them? They all gave him the same glare and sneer every time. He was used to it by now, but somehow it still bothered him inside

But then, something different happened that he never thought would.

It was this afternoon, after he had stopped his idiot brother from fighting the Uchiha brat. She actually had the nerve to stop them and question their authority; there was a hint of fear in her eyes, but not the same one he always saw. She was brave, and a mystery to him as well, he had never come upon someone such as her.

She was in his mind the whole day, her beauty was impeccable. It was as if no one was worthy enough to touch her. Like a rare flower; she must be handled with gentility and care. Her smile was hypnotizing, alluring in such a way he had never seen. But she only smiled to him, the uncaring Uchiha boy. It angered him, why should the Uchiha boy have a person like her, when he had nothing and would always cherish something that special.

It was painful to know that she would never want him. He longed for a companion to be by his side, though that is only a dream worth tossing aside. She gave him a great pain he never knew could hurt as bad as it did now. The hate and anger once again boiled inside him.

He had to calm himself so that the demon inside wouldn't get too rallied up.

What was her name again?

I don't remember, why don't you go find out, eh?

Where is she?

He scanned the entire village, but to no prevail. She must have been asleep by now considering how late it was. He longed to slumber just like the common person. But he could not close his eyes without imagining the horror Shukaku might bestow upon others and himself. The only time he feared and cared.

"I'll find you."

For now, the only company he could ask for was the moon to shine down on him until the sun took its place.

"Where am I?" Sakura walked around a snowy field wearing nothing but a simple pink kimono, becoming more lost by the minute.

There was no sun, no clouds; there was nothing. All she could see for miles was snow and black, dead trees. She feared she'd never be able to find her way out. It was also becoming colder and her thin kimono wasn't keeping her warm for long. Her lips became slightly white and blue as the temperature dropped. No sound, not even the whisper of the wind. Her own voice was caught in her throat. But even if it wasn't, no one would hear her out here. This wasn't real, she kept thinking. But the bitter cold felt like it, the snow felt real enough to send shivers through out her body.

"Hello?" She managed to choke out, her throat was raspy.

"There you are."

She didn't recognize the voice so she refused to turn around. However something inside her told her to if she wanted to live. She faced a black shadow taller than her with a hidden face. Surprisingly, there was no fear in her. His hand reached out and gently touched her cheek. For a minute she was relishing the sudden warmth and was about to call out Sasuke's name until, the identity of the stranger was revealed.

Sakura stepped back, "You…"

It was the red hair boy she met earlier, what was he doing here? Was he going to leave her all alone in the snow to die?

"Don't fear me." He slowly spoke out.

"What?"

"Please," He began to walk over to her, "Everyone is afraid of me."

He sounded so sad, she couldn't be now. He seemed just as lost as she was. She let him come closer until she felt his breath on her face.

"Who are you?"

He remained silent for a moment before uttering the words, "Gaara of the Sand."

Sakura woke up immediately at the sound of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. She grumbled about tossing the stupid thing away, smashed the thing until it stopped ringing, flopping back down onto her pillow. Today was the first part of the chuunin exams, the written exam. She had heard about it from other chuunins already. The test changes every year so if someone was hoping to get some early answers, they were in for a disappointment.

She looked up at the ceiling and thought about the dream. It felt more than that; like something was trying to send her a message. It was odd how of all people, he was dreaming about him. She had hardly met him, and he was a bit frightening. But in her head, he seemed lonely like her.

"Sakura, Get up or you'll be late!"

"Alright mom!"

She pushed herself off the bed and into the bathroom. After getting ready, she ran down the stairs, and grabbed some toast before leaving the house in a hurry. The sky was grey and the air humid. Now she wouldn't have to feel bad about taking a test on a sunny day. She raced over Team 7's usual meeting place, and like always, Sasuke was always there first.

Her heart fluttered and she put on her brightest smile. She walked casually over to his side tried to act cool.

"Good morning Sasuke."

"Hn."

He was doing it again. She didn't know why or how she could tolerated this, it was obvious that he didn't care about her, but she always looked past that to win him over. She didn't deserve this, not from him or anyone, she was better than that. Why lower herself to some simple minded fan girl trying to win the affection of someone who didn't care? It wasn't fair to her.

She looked over the bridge, hoping Naruto would come soon so she had someone to talk to. She was so desperate for someone, she was actually wanted Naruto here.

How can I be weak? I'm the smartest shinobi in the village and yet I do this to myself.

The dream popped up back into her head, and that was all she could think about until she saw something that gave her a quick heart attack. She saw the reflection of a body in the river and followed it until it came to shore, revealing its host.

He was staring at her, with an indifferent look on his face. Almost like Sasuke, but there was an intensity in his eyes much more different. He was longing for something. She couldn't move, he had her in a grip and she didn't know what to do.

"Gaara…" She whispered.

"What?" Sasuke asked.

Sakura shook her head and tore her gaze at her Sasuke, "Where's Naruto?"

He pointed to her right. She quickly moved away from the bridge and walked over to the him, "Hey Sakura! Good morning!"

"Morning." She smiled. He was so kind and nice to her. She felt bad for treating him so badly sometimes.

"You," Naruto glared at Sasuke, who glared right back, "Jerk."

"Dope."

They did this every morning, and as much as it annoyed her, she was always amused by them bickering like old women. She glanced behind her shoulder to see if he was still looking at her, and to her relief; he was gone. Now she could breathe easier. But there was still an uneasy feeling looming around. He suddenly became the thing preoccupying her mind.

"Hey Sakura are you alight?"

She quickly looked over at Naruto, "Yeah, I was just thinking of something."

"Something bothering you?"

Now Sasuke even looked at her, "No, no trust me I'm alright. I'm just you know, getting ready to pound Kakashi after he shows up two hours late!"

"Yeah! Why does he always do that? Come on, we're going to be chuunins soon!"

"Well, maybe not you." Sasuke said.

"What did you say!"

Gaara hid behind the back of a calligraphy class, listening to the shouts of the stupid blonde and the smart ass remarks of the Uchiha. He was almost smirking at himself; he had accomplished more than he had planned to. He found out the name of his little heartache and she was finally looked at him this time. Her eyes were more remarkable then he had imagined, like emeralds glittering in the river. She muttered something incoherent, but it if he had to guess, it would be his name.

His gourd responded to his emotions and started rumbling, moving around, knocking down flower pots, even trying to slip into the classroom to crush some people.

He needed to know more; he wanted to learn more about the girl that captivated him. It was unfair, it was agonizing, there had to be a more simple way of approaching this.

The chuunin exams.

He wasn't taking those useless exams so seriously, but now, it was the only way to get closer to her.

"Sakura."

The name came out like the hissing of a snake.

"We will meet again."

Ciao