He was twenty four now. It had been six long years since the last time he'd ever seen her and he never stopped blaming himself. They had fought and she left with no good-byes, only a note. One note. Three words. Every time he'd closed his eyes since then all he had seen was those three words. How could he have been so stupid?

He growled lightly to himself and slammed his desk drawer closed. It was well past the time when everyone went home, and yet here he was still sitting there.

The title on his desk read: Gaara Sabaku, CEO.

Oh, yes. The day his father died he had been named the CEO; that was three years ago. A rival of their company, Orochimaru, had murdered his father and was still at large. Not that he cared.

In fact, Gaara wanted to find the man and thank him, throw him a party for killing his old man. Hatred ran deep in his veins, but he didn't care. And now, on the news days ago, his twin's body was found mangled and torn apart in an ally not far from the company HQ. He wanted to find whoever did that and throw them a party as well.

Hell, he'd throw one big party for the both of them if it wasn't the same person...

A knock on his door drew his attention away for a brief second and he grunted, "Enter."

A blonde haired 23 year old walked into the room a wide smile on his face. How could he still smile?

"Hey, Gaara," Naruto greeted sliding into a nice leather chair across from the CEO. "Hinata and I are going to a party and we—"

"No." He said immediately.

"C'mon," Naruto's smile faded, "you have to let that go. She left."

"She was your sister." Gaara growled. He found himself clenching his fists tightly against his faded jeans.

"And I miss her so much." Naruto replied casually. "I wish I could go back and stop her. But she'll come back—"

"You talk as if she's still alive." Gaara clenched his jaw.

"I believe she is. Stop thinking she's dead! She's not." Naruto sighed and shook his head. "Look, if you want to come to the party here's the address." Naruto took a sticky note from Gaara's desk and scribbled an address in his messy script. "Come."

Standing he turned to the door, but when he got there he turned once more and waved. "She will come back." He smiled and walked out the door letting it shut behind him.

Gaara looked at the address before crumpling it and throwing it in the trash. He stood and grabbed his jacket from the chair in the corner before heading for the door. He shut the light out and froze the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. A silhouetted shadow fell across the floor from the window.

As he turned he reached for the light again, but stopped as a voice drifted through the dark chilling him.

"I can not fucking believe you thought I would die."

A/N: Tee hee... I could NOT wait for people to tell me they wanted a sequel. I had to put out this chapter! XD

But now I will wait for people to tell me they want me to continue the sequel. If no one tells me it no continues! X3 I am ebil I know, but that's aiight. Six years passed. Oh no, what now? X3

Please don't kill me. -innocent face-