Falling. He was falling! And as your worst nightmare plays out before you, you feel your heart sinking in your chest along with him. Its weight causing pain as the muscle thunders within your chest, threatening to rip it apart.

They were taking him. Him. Yourbaby brother.

"GAARA!"

It is like one of those horror stories Temari use to tell before bed when you were younger, only it is real. So very, very real. The monster that came from under the bed to eat your heart was now an S-ranked criminal taking your heart away, and the hunched man that stole the happiness from your soul never seemed so real, as he stands in front of you blocking your way.

"Now I remember. The Jinchuuriki has some siblings."

Siblings. That's what they were, and if that blonde bastard thinks that he is getting away with your brother he has another thing coming.

And then he's gone. Flying away with Gaara to do who knows what with him and the hunched man still stands in your way. He'll just have to die first…

…At least that was the way it was supposed to happen.

Now you lay upon the sand like the remains of your puppets with a poison running through your veins, numbing as it kills. But you can still feel your hands and in one last attempt you try, the strings of chakra making your fingers tingle. But you only manage to cut the cloth that covers his face…your heart drops a little further.

As he turns and the poison begins to numb all pain, the image of 'love' upon cracked porcelain comes into your mind. The tattoo upon his forehead, as red as his hair, and a face that once held so little an expression riddled with cracks showing just how helpless he really is.

And now as the black begins to encroach you can't help him. Him. Your baby brother.

"Gaara…"