She was asleep, and I was awake, as was he and hell broke loose. But we all saw it coming. What I didn't see coming was HER strength. The soft one, who enevitably became the strong one.
(Opening theme: Fake or Fate)
The Gaara half was shocked to say the least. His face was a window to his heart, betraying nothing for once. But he had never met me. Only Shukaku had. And I wanted him full and out, my friend, my confidant, the one person who could help me cure this unfathonable bordum that had acumulated from years of being locked up inside that goddy goody's head. My eyes narrowed as I leaned back and smirked.
"Why so surprised Gaara? Were you expecting Chinsei? Sooooorrrry. But she... how do I say... took a little nap." His eye narrowed as his jaw locked. Come on man, get angry. The angrier you get, the faster Shukaku can fully envelope you. Give your heart over to the darkness, just like Chinsei did. Seriously, it would make my life SOOOO much easier. I could tell he was about to say something more, but I wasn't up for an endless string of questions I was certain was directed at where Chinsei was, who I was, what had I done with her, blah blah blah.
So I held up a hand and stopped him. "Save it. I'll give you the fast run down. I'm the part of Chinsei you're not supposed to know about, but I'm pretty sure you already had your theory of my existance. I was created in her head by her to be able to deal with all the abuse and stress and drama of her everyday life as a singer. A life that I know you have attempted to save her from, but ultimatly failed." His jaw set and his body tensed. "In simplest terms, I'm Chinsei's bad side personified. I can't escape often, but when I do, Oooh is it good."
I placed my pointer finger gently on his chest just over his heart. "You my dear friend have helpped me finally break free of that oppressive bitch. What with your heart breaking abilities and extended absense. Poor kid cried day and night without her little side kick." That one seemed like a slap in the face. "Although, I guess I really shouldn't call you that, since, after all, she wants nothing more than to love and be loved by you. God it gets so annoying. Thought after thought about you and dreams of you two being an item. It literally makes me sick!"
This time, Gaara was able to interject his own statment. A statment that I never really saw coming, considering the fact that, Hello, we're talking about Chinsei Yakamura here, the girl who never lies and is a total goody goody down to the soul. I had to seriously think when I heard Gaara say "But Chinsei lied about that." Chinsei... lieing... that's a good one. But his face was entirly stotic, serious in the very core of the words meaning.
My face was a window to the confusion the statment gave me. "Chinsei doesn't lie Gaara. What are you talking about?"
"She told me she loves me. But she lied to my face." I looked behind me at Temari and Kankuro who shrugged their shoulders, not quite understanding his reasoning. Sasuke, who was baddly hurt in the tree next to and unconsious Sakura, had a set jaw and did not look at all pleased. Finally, Naurto looked between us with a wide eyed, unbelieveing stare. But not a single one of them was helpping!
I turnned back and looked at Gaara, still confused as all holy hell. "Gaara, honey, I've lived in Chinsei's head for going on five years now. And never once has she lied to you, kept anything, other than myself, a secret from you. She actually does love you." My voice was gentle, taking some kindness from the sleeping girl in my head.
And thats what finally did it. I had been so focused on the idea of making him mad to let Shukaku take over his heart. But yet the confermation from his friend's inner bitch that she loves him, seemed to break his hold and let the demon form. "Yahoo! I'm free at last!"
"Yo! What is up my main demon man?!" I called excitedly. He looked down at me and laughed rightcously.
"Kid! Long time no see!" He put his arm down, allowing me to walk up and sit on his shoulder. My smile was bright, a mirror of the delight I felt from the mix of excitment of being in controle of the body and the pure joy of seeing Shukaku again. But all happy times must end, esspecially when you hang around demons all day and you just so happened to have stepped in the middle and interupted a major battle. But I didn't much care. It was pretty entertaining to watch the short blonde one attempt to hit Shukaku. Please, as if. Like some puny kid could ever dream of- What the hell is he doing?
I watched as he made hand signs, fast and confident, and a large orange colored toad appeared under him. "Woah... Didn't see that coming."
"I need a distraction." Shukaku said.
"What?" The word was bairly out before he plucked me off his shoulder. "Hey!" And then I was sailing through the air, directed at Naruto. "You bitch!" I yelled as I flew, and eventually I was caught by the blonde. After jumping to my feet, my yell was easily heard all the way back in the village. "What the hell mother fucker?! I talk his ass into an emotional state so you can take over and you fucking throw me?! You're such a bitch!"
"I think you have us confused tiny..."
"Bitch..." My voice told just how offensive I found that. I watched as a swirl of sand formed on his forehead and the top half of Gaara slipped into veiw.
"Playing possem jutsu." He said. A large sweat drop formed on the side of my head.
"Uh... Playing possem... What the hell man...?"
"If he sets the playing possem jutsu into motion, it means he's giving full controle over to the Shukaku. You should be happy Girl. It is what you wanted." The toad said. Of corse it's what I wanted! But then he went and did that! Guy can go suck a railroad spike. I sat cross legged and huffed, pouting. But they just ignored me as they fought, me finding out, very fast, that I either needed to hang on tight, or go flying to my death. I choose hanging on.
They mentioned a transformation Jutsu, a big one, one that I did NOT want to be apart of. I watched as Naruto made some hand signs, and at last minute, I jumpped high into the air, avoiding the chakara that clung to the cheif toad dude and Naruto, forming them to look like a large fox with nine tails. Falling back to Earth, I landed on the foxes back, actually kind of surprised by the soft feel of it's orange fur and strange Earthy smell. Shukaku let out another one of his air blast attacks and clung to the fur, even harder as the fox ran forward. "Their's still someone back here you know!" I yelled.
The fox collided with Shukaku, sending me into the air with a scream of horror. Have I mentioned I dislike getting down from heights? Cause I REALLY dislike it. The jutsu poped before I had even had a chance to start falling and Naruto joined me in the sky, his fist poised and ready. And It was in that moment that I knew exactly what he was going to do. And There was no way in hell that I was going to allow that.
I pushhed him aside in the air and currled my fingers to make a fist, falling down. "Oh hell no, mother fucker's mine!" At last minute, I decided a well desserved bitch slap would sufice, and hit Gaara so hard in the face, I'm pretty sure I broke my hand doing it. With my feet firmly planted in front of him, I yelled out. "Wake up God damn it!"
"Oh, this is just great! I just got free too!" Shukaku said, obviously irritated.
"Shoulda thought of that before you threw me, fucker." I grinned that lopsided grin, but found myself in a precarious possition, almost the second after Gaara regained consiousness and looked up at me. The base of the sand shook violently as the cheif toad moved slightly. My footing was easily lost, as I fell from the top of the Shukaku, Gaara's eyes meeting mine as Chinsei, in a moment of my own weakness fast fleating, broke through and called out to him. And then I fell, fell, fell...
TO BE CONTINUED!! DUN DUN DUN!!
(ending theme: My true self)
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Please Don't Forget Me ~Gaara~
FanfictionI was only eight when I was signed to a record company. It was like they owned me, changing my hair, my clothes, my name. But I had one very special friend with me through it all. Someone who liked being with me and gave me, granted, a nickname I do...