Finally I begin that long story about my fave-character of all things that I think I have promised! It is, though, first going to be updated when I have done the beyblade-fic Bound to Change, and will be my head story beside the story Creation of Gods. I don't plan on updating it much before Bound to Change is done, though, and only sends this because it was an idea that had bugged me for quite some time and now I FINALLY knows the end.

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, the Naruto-characters, the Naruto-plot or any Naruto-ideas. Do own this particular plot, and the OC's I might use in the story.

Warnings: As always when I write, you can be nearly sure of character-death, pain and angst. I have a special warning with this fic, as the only reason the plot got settled is because of an OC. An OC that's going to be important. My normal OC's don't have much important to the story and gets killed in time, but for the first time, I am actually going to use one of my characters for one of my own stories. I won't tell you much about him and you will get to know him through this story, but I promise you that his personality makes him anti-Mary-Sue, and that he will not EVER get to fall in love with anyone in his current state.

Hope the warning about an OC being used in the story won't make too many people flee. My own feelings about OC's are mixed, since I don't mind people making up characters in their fics, but I do mind if the OC's only function is to seduce the main character(s). But anyway, I'll let you read my idea now.

Arch 1

A mission of sand

Sunagakure was in a very vulnerable situation. The Kazekage was found dead, murdered by an ally they thought they had found, and many of their ninjas had been killed after the fatal attack on Konohagakure. A threat was lying in the shadows, a snake waiting for them to come too close, so it could sink its teeth into the flesh. And the other villages had no more trust in them, after the attack they had done, which they now had to admit looked stupid.

But the worst thing was that the biggest threat to the village was roaming the streets inside its walls.

The threat was called Gaara, and now that the former Kazekage had found peace after his unpeaceful death, Suna's demon found none to fear. Where he before had had his father's words to follow, Gaara now saw no reason to follow none, and this brought even more fear into the hearts of the average citizen of the village. It did not matter that he had become less aggressive after his experiences in the Chuunin-exams – they just feared he was planning something.

And to be honest, Gaara had no intention of keeping his path clean yet.

The redhead had decided he wanted to explore the bonds and the friendship he had been told about and had seen the strength of. The simple problem was that he knew none who wanted to give him a chance, except for his siblings who still feared him, and for that, and that reason only, his new, foggy dream was put in the drawer to be forgotten. A promise had been made, but not yet fullfilled. For in the corner of his mind, the true demon stealthily moved about, and Gaara still enjoyed the taste and sound and smell...

Of that little, red liquid.

After the exams, two months had passed. And after the exams, winter began to settle. But that was not what meant anything. Winter meant very little in the Country of Wind. Because after the exams, much blood from the strongest ninjas of the village had colored the doomed sand crimson and satisfied the monster that was so big a part of the young, redheaded figure they had called weapon.

For that reason, the council that controlled the village alone in the absence of the Kazekage did not know how happy they should have become, when a letter mysteriously landed on the desk of missions. A mission ranked B.

It was nighttime. Moon was big and full... And over the village, watching it, sat Gaara, on top of a roof of an unknown person's house. The pale eyes saw everything, and though he watched over the village like it was his nest, he did not treat the people like his eggs. Anyone stupid enough to move about at this hour would meet their final fate, if being at the wrong place at the wrong time. No wonder the village seemed totally silent in the night.

The stars... In the desert, rarely any clouds were visible. This meant all stars were seen, covering the earth like a giant bowl, with only the light of the full moon affecting the view to the small, silver needles. Not even a light in the city seemed on, so not even the humans could cloud the small lights covering the heaven. The sky of the night was one of Gaara's few, very, very few, reasons to move out of his room and show in the village.

And the wind... Oh, the wind looked so innocent, as it brushed in between the brown houses of the village. It brushed around him. It led sand and dust, trash and cans, around the maze of big and small streets, even alleys and roofs. But what only Gaara knew was, that there was more in the wind than only simple, normal grains of extremely small stones. No, even more important than those grains was his own sand, a handful of his grains in each current of wind.

The wind was his messenger. The sand his letter. And when his sand was stopped by something he could feel live, his only other reason to move out of his room on his own accord showed. He rose from the cold stones of the roof and began moving down, and in between the houses, insanity in his eyes as he walked to his victim.

The closer his sand told him he got, the faster his breath became, and soon, Gaara looked like he was about to hyperventilate. His pupils were small, the nose flaring, the teeth showing, and he looked more like an animal than a man at that moment. He was the monster hiding in his body, whenever the night was long as the moon beamed light.

He was the killer he had grown to be.

And the ragged breathing first stopped when he got his victim in sight. Using the sand on the ground to move closer without making a sound, he slowly breathed out, only to breathe in again. Sucking in the wind with his nose, his nostrils widening as he did so. The smell of his victim... Alcohol, sweat and lack of fear.

He hated when they did not fear.

The only thing stopping him from killing of the man in exactly that moment was the Shukaku, promising him that if he waited, just for a little bit, they would both enjoy the fear and pain in the man's scent, the scream of his death, the sound of his bones as they cracked and the flesh as it got smashed. And most of all, the moon in the crimson, when the blood poured from the body and mixed with his sand, filling both him, his demon and his mother with happiness.

As they closed in, the drunk man continued his walk, seeking his forgotten home. A home he did not yet know he would never reach. And the killer came closer, the gourd opening and sand seeping out... It floated forward, closing in on the victim... and when it was inches from the man, he realized he was followed and turned around fast.

The sight he got already made him scream then. Even before touching him, Gaara was able to smell his fear, and he enjoyed it, the insane eyes the only thing the man was able to see through the darkness. Eyes which closed when getting filled with pleasure.

And though unable to see it, he felt the change. He felt when fear turned into hate in the man's eyes, and his eyes shut open again, insane hate having replaced the insane pleasure. His breath came faster again, his blood boiling, and he lifted his hands into the air and growled like an animal. It was now, not before, but now, that the man turned and tried to run. Now, that he actually did face the angry beast of the sand.

But of course, he was not fast enough. The sand moved, caught him, and continued to form around him, trapping his whole body. When he was captured, the boy not even old enough to call himself a teen stepped forward and used his hand to guide the man upwards. And when Gaara was nearly directly beneath him and looked up, his hand slowly closed into a fist.

He heard it. He heard the bone crack, the muscles tear, as his hand slowly closed. And he felt the fear as it radiated down on him. The man screamed in agony. He screamed until Gaara briefly stopped his crushing him, and tears streamed down his cheeks as Gaara looked up at him with that animal-look in his eyes. Most bones in his body were broken. The only thing left of the body was a crushed mass of meat, which only breathed yet because Gaara wished so.

But that stopped. From one second to another, the hand closed all the way, and with a painful, undone cry, a crimson rain poured down over the crimson haired boy. The whole street was marked by the man's death, but Gaara did not care. He just laughed. Laughed till he had no air left in his lungs. Then, he licked the blood off his lips, the taste of iron filling his mouth. The taste of iron reminding him of-

The smile on his face froze. The picture of a blond man filling his mind. His uncle...

It required Shukaku to snap him out of it, the demon reestablishing the joy of killing. With the smirk of a monster back on his face, he guided his sand close to him and let it soak up all the blood from his skin and clothes. With a last glance to the destroyed corpse of the man, he jumped up on a new roof and used the wind to find him a new victim.

The mansion of the former Kazekage's family was a weird mansion. It had been for about six years now. During the day, nearly no sound was made, and everybody prowled about the building, and there was rarely anyone home. But in the night, there was life, and people allowed themselves to speak over whispering, and it did not matter how much noise you brought with you on your way around the house. Because Gaara was not home when the desert was dark.

But this day, as any other, Gaara sat in his room with his eyes closed, the sand buzzing lazily around him. His room was the smallest room, and the most empty, but he had never had a problem with that. And at the moment, the only think he thought of, and the reason why his sand reacted and twisted and turned in the violent shapes it did, was the lust. He wanted... He wanted so badly... Even if he had promised himself to try a new path... he wanted to kill.

His sand froze when the door opened. Under their lids, his eyes began moving, and he breathed in, as if trying to smell the presence he felt. Determining whether it was someone interesting or someone boring. Someone to kill or someone not to kill...

But at the sound of her voice, the sand began sucking itself back into his gourd. "G-Gaara. We have a mission. We are going to the Country of Rivers." It was his sister, Temari, who had come to visit him. Fear was in her eyes, and the smell radiated from her body. At least that was what Shukaku noted, and mentioned to the redhead. And those words sent shivers of thrill and even more lust through his body.

And yet it did not take long for him to stand and follow her out, using all his effort to keep the sand inside the gourd. It was so easy for him. So easy to end a life. So easy to kill and let that delicious liquid out of the young, blond woman and feel how his sand crushed every muscle and bone... Slowly. And. Painfully.

But he kept to himself and followed her out, where they met his other sibling, Kankurou. They did not bother telling the youngest member about the mission, knowing that he would not care. They already knew he was just waiting for them to meet the enemy and crush all poor beings that crossed his way. And the two also were certain that they were in the zone of danger too. And that Gaara would enjoy every person or thing he caused pain to.

What they did not know, as the siblings moved out in the pale morning of the dry, warming desert, was that Gaara had made a promise to himself. Though not making any effort to change himself from the killer he was, he knew he would try... someday. The killing hurt him nearly as much as it hurt the victims. It was his drug, his relief, turning his mind from the hate they sent him and the suffering they caused. Right now, it was his way of life and his living.

But he knew one day, he would find a way to stop. And he was very certain his siblings were the only ones who were willing... to... to...

To...

To help him.

And as they ran over the brown sand, his feet bearing him over the element lighter than them for quite obvious reasons, a side of him that was never supposed to show and never supposed to be. A side of him that Shukaku and even he himself loathed more than anything in the world, other than people with hateful eyes, forced itself over him, and he watched the backs of Kankurou and Temari pleadingly.

The remnants of the boy, who just begged of others to accept and love him, the mutilated, crippled part of him that still remained, watched his bigger siblings in a way those demonic eyes never had done before. That was until he realized what he was doing, and the turquoise eyes closed as he pushed the none-living person away from his mind.

And just in time to do so. Cause just as he opened them once more, and he could look at the world with his insane eyes again, he felt them stop. Immediately as they did so, their feet sunk into the sand, and the hot grains warmed them with the same heat as the morning desert sun. The two looked at each other, their smallest brother left on the borders of their relationships. It was Temari who had stopped them, so it was her the two boys watched.

"Basically, the mission is easy. All we have to do is near the border of the Land of Fire to find an area with this special plant. The only reason why it has such a high rank is, that it is so far away, and that the plant is so important some may want to steal it away from us when we travel give it to the daimyo..." This was the first time Gaara heard what the mission was about, and it seemed annoyingly boring. The chance of people coming to get a plant seemed low, and the chance of him getting to kill someone was just as low.

But for the first time in the morning, Gaara opened his mouth to speak. "Where is Baki?" he wanted to know. After the attack on Konohagakure, only one adult that seemed no longer to hate him. The two watched him with slight surprise, thinking that the apology he had given them after his fight with the blond Konoha-ninja had been a one-time proof of the little humanity he had in him. This was the second and maybe last time he would show interest in others.

"He had another mission," Temari informed, but the redhead already seemed to have lost his momentarily interest in the life of his sensei. Though Baki was not a man who had ever managed to teach him anything.

"So what are you stopping for?" Kankurou continued the broken conversation, looking at Temari. She just shrugged.

"I was just wondering... Since we already just pass by, wouldn't it be... 'smart' to contact the daimyo. We pass right through the city anyway, and we have gotten no information about what this plant looks like," Temari told, and Gaara felt his mood lighten a bit. That meant he certainly would get a chance of killing someone off. And that made him...

… Happy.

They walked through the biggest city in the country of Rivers, searching for the daimyo's house. It was the second day of their mission, and once again it was early in the day. The sun stood low on the skies, and the city was still trying to wake up from the night.

As they reached the house some people had pointed out for them, they stopped and hesitated. It was decided that Gaara should stay outside, since he did normally not do well with authorities and important people, and his older siblings actually left him all alone as they went in to speak with the daimyo. That left him alone with his murderous, longing thoughts and wish to do nothing more than find the strongest man in the city... and kill him or her off.

Temari and Kankurou entered the room where the daimyo was waiting, and began speaking with him. He looked nervous, and seemed even more so when they spoke about the mission. Both of the teens caught something fishy, but they did not show anything to make the man even more uncomfortable as they received the information about the plant they were supposed to collect. It was with troubled and confused minds they went out again, but they would not speak of it as long as they still remained in the city.

The problem was just that their little brother was not where they had left him. It was a situation they had experienced before, and for that reason, they both felt they should have known he would not stay at one place when so many people were around him. That only made them feel even more stupid for ending in the situation again, because they both knew they should have figured it out already. When humans were near, Gaara would find his way to disappear.

"Got to find him," Kankurou mumbled, but none of them really wanted to. Because when Gaara disappeared, the best way to find him was to follow the scent of blood. And that meant he would be in a good, but dangerous, mood when they found him. If they were unlucky, he had not gotten enough, and they feared he would attack them too.

"He will come back by himself, won't he?" Temari asked, like her brother not really wanting to go out and look for the redhead. Problem was just, that the chance of him coming back, not necessarily was big. If he was having 'fun', they risked he forgot all about the mission. So Temari already shook her head the moment she had said it. "Yes, we got to find him."

The bad thing about Gaara is, that he always leaves a trail of grains, which smells like blood and radiates of evil chakra. Normally, that was a pain if someone, who knew them, looked for them, cause that made it easy to track them. But for once, that small, annoying weakness could help them. Or maybe lead them to their death.

They moved down the streets fast, always making sure to find the special sand in the dirt. If it had not been because they knew their little brother's sand so well, they would not have been able to find him, but after twenty minutes of searching, they finally found him. In an alley, away from public eyes, he stood over the bloody mess of a body he had just tormented and killed so badly it would be impossible for even the poor man's mom to determine who it was.

"Gaara," Temari called, and when he turned, she could not help but shiver. You never got used to those insane eyes, loving and yearning to kill those around him. "You were supposed to stay outside the building. We have been looking for you for a long time now." Somehow, she managed and dared to make her voice scolding. And he even looked down to the ground, as if it really meant something for him that she gave him that tone.

"I'm sorry."

The redhead never ceased to surprise you, and he took the lead out of the city, not looking back at them to see their reaction of his words. And it took a while for the two to unfreeze and follow their little brother, and they ran to catch up to him before he reached the forest around the city. It was then they remembered their weird conversation with the daimyo of the country, and they paused to talk about it together, once again having to call out Gaara's name.

"You felt it too, did you not?" Kankurou said, turning to Temari and leaving Gaara out of the conversation again since he had not been by the daimyo like them. He listened, though, listened closely even if he did not show to them that he always followed their conversations. "He looked as though he forced each word to be said. And he was nervous. Either he was threatened to send this mission to Suna, or it is a trap and he was unhappy to see us."

As always, Gaara was happy that he listened to their conversations. Once again, he was given information that interested him without even needing to say a single word. The mission once again seemed less boring.

"I agree with your observations. But we will not turn back. No matter what the situation is, we go forward. Besides... we have Gaara. No matter what it is we meet, the daimyo's men or not, they cannot win against us." Temari crossed her arms, trying not to look too proud at the mentioning of her youngest brother. But it was hard, because though he scared her, and though he was a monster, he still was... in some way... family. "Come on, we will continue now."

Okay, this was the first chapter. First arch will be three chapters and mainly be Gaara, second arch will be five-ten chapter and evolve around Naruto, and the last and third arch will be a secret in length and story. The length of the chapters will wary a lot, some of them only 2500 words, other up to 10.000, and my OC will appear in the end of next chapter.

There is a big chance that I will send the next (and maybe third too) pretty fast, and then it will go slow. The reason is, that the OC I will introduce in the next chapter, is one of my fave if not the fave character I have ever made, and I am pretty excited about writing him again (I haven't written him in many months now, so...). Anyway, expect second chapter within a month ^^

Enjoy in joy!