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Ms. Rebecca was talking the whole way there, only pausing when instructions to their apartment was being said.
When the car stopped in a parking spot, they all got out of the car.
Ms. Rebecca walked over to Gaara and kissed him on the kanji.
He froze, and stared wide eyed at her, his face doing something it had never done before. He blushed. Even though it was slight, he still blushed.
She giggled. "We're almost neighbors!" she exclaimed pointing to her house which was across the street, at an angle. "Well, ja ne!" she said, as she her heels tapped back over to her car. She got in, and drove off. Not to her house, though.

Gaara hadn't moved a muscle since the kiss, face still in the shocked position. Kankuro wondered if he would ever move again.
"Oh, Gaara." he said, waving a hand in front of Gaara's face. He didn't show any inclination of moving again. Kankuro wondered where the boy's mind was. He continued, "Um, I'm going inside.. try not to be out here all day.."
With a glance over his shoulder, he went inside. He sat down by the window, and watched Gaara stand there. His thoughts went to the teacher.
She had to be the WEIRDEST teacher. She talked about all the dark-themed projects she made her students do. That may be one reason why Gaara seemed to like her.. Although her delicate appearance didn't let on, she was quite dark inside... like her car, only it was dark on the outside as well. Crimson, to be exact.
Another reason might be because she wasn't liked very much by her students.. which Gaara could sympathise with her. The not being liked part.
Although he knew Gaara would never admit it, or realize it for that matter, he had a crush on the teacher.
Kankuro looked back out the window, just realizing that he wasn't paying any attention to Gaara at all.
Gaara was gone. Kankuro jumped to his feet.
"You just noticed I'm not standing out there like an idiot?"
Kankuro spun around and saw Gaara standing there watching his brother with his arms crossed. Kankuro blinked. The door tends to open very loudly, and Gaara had come in without a sound.
"You're so damn creepy" Kankuro muttered quiet enough so that Gaara wouldn't hear.
"You DO realize I heard that, right?"
Kankuro jumped. HE could hardly hear himself say that.
Gaara sighed. "I'm going to bed. Do NOT bother me." He grinned. "Unless you wanna see the consequences."
"I think I'll pass."
"Good, it'll make you live longer." Gaara shut the bedroom door.
Kankuro gazed back out the window.
The teacher's car pulled into the driveway at her house. She got out of the car slowly, holding her shoulder with her other hand. She went to the doorway, dug around in her bag, searching for her house keys. She found them and unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Gaara's voice muttered "I smell blood" from inside his room.
Kankuro's eyes went wide. Not only did the teacher appear wounded, Gaara was smelling blood. Coincedence?

The front door banged open. Temari came shuffling in.
Kankuro hissed, "keep it down!"
She looked at him, then realized who was sleeping, or trying to.
At the sound of the door in the other room, Gaara jumped. He'd almost fallen into a deep sleep, which would have been bad. He closed his eyes again. (AN: looking VERY angelic, btw.)

Temari started cooking dinner. Kankuro sat at the table waiting for it to be done. They heard Gaara make sounds in his room. The two looked at each other. The door to Gaara's room creaked open.
They blinked. Gaara stepped out.
"What?" He said. After waiting for a reply that he didn't get, he sat down at the table as well.
When Temari finished cooking, she set bowls down for everyone and poured some noodles into them. It smelled delicious.
Gaara picked up a fork and carefully stuck it into the noodles, pulled it up, and tasted ramen for the first time.
Soon Temari and Kankuro were staring at Gaara again. He was attacking the ramen.
He paused, not even looking at them and said, "What have I said about that STARING shit?!" He glared at them on the last word.
They jumped and went back to eating. The sun was setting.

Just before midnight, Kankuro and Temari went to bed. Gaara just sat on the couch and watched them go in the room together. (AN: THAT had to look strange . )

About an hour later, Kankuro heard a lot of noises coming from Gaara's room. After while, he got curious.
He got up and crept up to his brothers room. The noises stopped. The door creaked open very slowly.
No one was there. Kankuro peeked inside the room. He wasn't there. He disappeared. His gourd wasn't there either. "Oh, damnit!" He said tripping over himself to tell Temari.
She stared exasparatedly. "Check the roof.."
He did and found that he was not there. "Oh great," he said, while swinging back into the apartment through the window. "We gotta go look for him now."

Gaara felt very comfortable, as he hopped around on the roof tops, because he finally got to carry it with him. He felt very uncomfortable without the huge weight on his back. He almost smiled. He didn't feel vulnerable anymore.

When he found himself in a different part of town, he landed on the street. He wanted to memorize this town. It was hard to be predatorial in territory he didn't know.
He went walking down the street. After a while he layed eyes on a candy store that was promising free cookies the next day. He stood staring at the sign for an hour. He had to tear his eyes from the candy store, also. Candy looked too promising. He continued walking down the long road.
"Hey, how you dooooin'?"
Gaara stopped.
It was a slurring man's voice that was following him. Gaara turned to glare.
"Tell me prettyness, what are tonights plans?" he winked stupidly at him.
The man came up to Gaara, still convinced that he was a girl. Thinking, by the thickness of the eye stuff, that he was a prostitute.
Gaara said eyes narrowing more and more, "wasting you."
"Ooo, lala." The guy said, taking what he said to mean that he was saying yes, while Gaara was really referring to killing him.
"Well lets go!" The man said.
Gaara took that as an acceptance to a challenge. Sand poured out of his gourd and floated into a menacing position. "You still wanna go?" Gaara said threateningly.
The man stupidly said yes.
Gaara sighed. He just didn't get it.
Gaara realized that both sides weren't getting the other, after the drunk guy asked how much he costed. Now Gaara was thoroughly pissed.
After a childhood flashback of when he killed a drunk guy, he wanted to try something. He was feeling more violent by the minute.
Gaara wanted to see how much fun these so-called 'guns' were.
He lifted a hand pointing with two fingers, and made a bullet shaped bit of sand shoot forward. He grinned when he heard a yelp. Although it wasn't much different to how he usually killed, but he could see the attraction it held on humans. He was going to kill this man by 'shooting' him.
He shot him three more times while grinning wickedly. He started laughing while he shot him some more.

When the guy had bled to death, Gaara aproached him. He looked down at the dead body on the ground, and bent down, staring closely. He reached down and stuck his fingers in a deep pool of blood, and then brought them to his lips. He could taste the alcohol. It was addicting.
Some conscious, intelligent, part of him said drinking more of the blood wasn't smart.
He stepped away reluctantly. He had find somebody else before returning home. He didn't want to kill his sibilings if he didn't have to.

Description
Ms. Rebecca was talking the whole way there, only pausing when instructions to their apartment was being said.
When the car stopped in a parking spot, they all got out of the car.
Ms. Rebecca walked over to Gaara and kissed him on the kanji.
He froze, and stared wide eyed at her, his face doing something it had never done before. He blushed. Even though it was slight, he still blushed.
She giggled. "We're almost neighbors!" she exclaimed pointing to her house which was across the street, at an angle. "Well, ja ne!" she said, as she her heels tapped back over to her car. She got in, and drove off. Not to her house, though.

Gaara hadn't moved a muscle since the kiss, face still in the shocked position. Kankuro wondered if he would ever move again.
"Oh, Gaara." he said, waving a hand in front of Gaara's face. He didn't show any inclination of moving again. Kankuro wondered where the boy's mind was. He continued, "Um, I'm going inside.. try not to be out here all day.."
With a glance over his shoulder, he went inside. He sat down by the window, and watched Gaara stand there. His thoughts went to the teacher.
She had to be the WEIRDEST teacher. She talked about all the dark-themed projects she made her students do. That may be one reason why Gaara seemed to like her.. Although her delicate appearance didn't let on, she was quite dark inside... like her car, only it was dark on the outside as well. Crimson, to be exact.
Another reason might be because she wasn't liked very much by her students.. which Gaara could sympathise with her. The not being liked part.
Although he knew Gaara would never admit it, or realize it for that matter, he had a crush on the teacher.
Kankuro looked back out the window, just realizing that he wasn't paying any attention to Gaara at all.
Gaara was gone. Kankuro jumped to his feet.
"You just noticed I'm not standing out there like an idiot?"
Kankuro spun around and saw Gaara standing there watching his brother with his arms crossed. Kankuro blinked. The door tends to open very loudly, and Gaara had come in without a sound.
"You're so damn creepy" Kankuro muttered quiet enough so that Gaara wouldn't hear.
"You DO realize I heard that, right?"
Kankuro jumped. HE could hardly hear himself say that.
Gaara sighed. "I'm going to bed. Do NOT bother me." He grinned. "Unless you wanna see the consequences."
"I think I'll pass."
"Good, it'll make you live longer." Gaara shut the bedroom door.
Kankuro gazed back out the window.
The teacher's car pulled into the driveway at her house. She got out of the car slowly, holding her shoulder with her other hand. She went to the doorway, dug around in her bag, searching for her house keys. She found them and unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Gaara's voice muttered "I smell blood" from inside his room.
Kankuro's eyes went wide. Not only did the teacher appear wounded, Gaara was smelling blood. Coincedence?

The front door banged open. Temari came shuffling in.
Kankuro hissed, "keep it down!"
She looked at him, then realized who was sleeping, or trying to.
At the sound of the door in the other room, Gaara jumped. He'd almost fallen into a deep sleep, which would have been bad. He closed his eyes again. (AN: looking VERY angelic, btw.)

Temari started cooking dinner. Kankuro sat at the table waiting for it to be done. They heard Gaara make sounds in his room. The two looked at each other. The door to Gaara's room creaked open.
They blinked. Gaara stepped out.
"What?" He said. After waiting for a reply that he didn't get, he sat down at the table as well.
When Temari finished cooking, she set bowls down for everyone and poured some noodles into them. It smelled delicious.
Gaara picked up a fork and carefully stuck it into the noodles, pulled it up, and tasted ramen for the first time.
Soon Temari and Kankuro were staring at Gaara again. He was attacking the ramen.
He paused, not even looking at them and said, "What have I said about that STARING shit?!" He glared at them on the last word.
They jumped and went back to eating. The sun was setting.

Just before midnight, Kankuro and Temari went to bed. Gaara just sat on the couch and watched them go in the room together. (AN: THAT had to look strange . )

About an hour later, Kankuro heard a lot of noises coming from Gaara's room. After while, he got curious.
He got up and crept up to his brothers room. The noises stopped. The door creaked open very slowly.
No one was there. Kankuro peeked inside the room. He wasn't there. He disappeared. His gourd wasn't there either. "Oh, damnit!" He said tripping over himself to tell Temari.
She stared exasparatedly. "Check the roof.."
He did and found that he was not there. "Oh great," he said, while swinging back into the apartment through the window. "We gotta go look for him now."

Gaara felt very comfortable, as he hopped around on the roof tops, because he finally got to carry it with him. He felt very uncomfortable without the huge weight on his back. He almost smiled. He didn't feel vulnerable anymore.

When he found himself in a different part of town, he landed on the street. He wanted to memorize this town. It was hard to be predatorial in territory he didn't know.
He went walking down the street. After a while he layed eyes on a candy store that was promising free cookies the next day. He stood staring at the sign for an hour. He had to tear his eyes from the candy store, also. Candy looked too promising. He continued walking down the long road.
"Hey, how you dooooin'?"
Gaara stopped.
It was a slurring man's voice that was following him. Gaara turned to glare.
"Tell me prettyness, what are tonights plans?" he winked stupidly at him.
The man came up to Gaara, still convinced that he was a girl. Thinking, by the thickness of the eye stuff, that he was a prostitute.
Gaara said eyes narrowing more and more, "wasting you."
"Ooo, lala." The guy said, taking what he said to mean that he was saying yes, while Gaara was really referring to killing him.
"Well lets go!" The man said.
Gaara took that as an acceptance to a challenge. Sand poured out of his gourd and floated into a menacing position. "You still wanna go?" Gaara said threateningly.
The man stupidly said yes.
Gaara sighed. He just didn't get it.
Gaara realized that both sides weren't getting the other, after the drunk guy asked how much he costed. Now Gaara was thoroughly pissed.
After a childhood flashback of when he killed a drunk guy, he wanted to try something. He was feeling more violent by the minute.
Gaara wanted to see how much fun these so-called 'guns' were.
He lifted a hand pointing with two fingers, and made a bullet shaped bit of sand shoot forward. He grinned when he heard a yelp. Although it wasn't much different to how he usually killed, but he could see the attraction it held on humans. He was going to kill this man by 'shooting' him.
He shot him three more times while grinning wickedly. He started laughing while he shot him some more.

When the guy had bled to death, Gaara aproached him. He looked down at the dead body on the ground, and bent down, staring closely. He reached down and stuck his fingers in a deep pool of blood, and then brought them to his lips. He could taste the alcohol. It was addicting.
Some conscious, intelligent, part of him said drinking more of the blood wasn't smart.
He stepped away reluctantly. He had find somebody else before returning home. He didn't want to kill his sibilings if he didn't have to.