Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.
Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by
Without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

Yeah... not entirely sure what this is about...

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I forged a green glow around my hands, hopelessly trying to heal an unhealable point. "You can't die! You can't! I never got you to forgive me-

"Kaien..." I stopped, and met his teal gaze, stifling a gasp at the warmth. "Kiss me..."

Tears poured down my cheeks, but I leaned down and did as I was told, kissing him with all my might. It's true what they say, you know. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder... But that makes it all the more painful when they leave for good.

His lips became unresponsive, and I leaned back, a choked sob wracking my frame as his heart stuttered to a stop.

-START :D-

I slammed my fist in the ground, though the action only succeeded in bruising my knuckles because of my lack of chakra.

"NO!" I screamed into the sandy floor, tears overflowing. I shuffled brokenly closer, then stood up angrily. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!" I shrieked, kicked Leader's corpse hard, harder still because I knew it was more my fault than his. My blood that he had consumed (unknowing of how it duplicated itself when not safe inside my body) splattered from his lips and onto the wall as he collided with it. I stared, then looked down to the faint scar on my hand from where my blood had healed me.

It was a risk, but... it was worth the odds. After all, what did I have to lose? Only Gaara, and that battle was as good as done.

I fell to my knees, ignoring the scrapes that it caused, and punched the ground repeatedly. My knuckles bled, but it wasn't enough, and was dirtied with sand. It took a moment, but I found what I was looking for- a sharp piece of solid rock that had been embedded into the sandstone back when this place was built.

I all but dragged myself over to Gaara, determination making my limbs (that felt like lead weights) strong. I gripped the stone shard as though my life depended on it, and though no one else would be able to tell, it did. I reached him, and hovered my hand, open-palmed, over his slightly open mouth, and jammed the shard of stone into it, reopening the long-sealed wound. The fresh blood flowed, and I mentally followed it on it's path down his throat to the internal wounds of my beloved. I gently reached and wiped away a stray trail of my blood from his lips, wishing for his eyes to open.

I gently healed the shallow cuts and scrapes that blemished his skin with my medical ninjutsu, having to practically force the chakra out because I had so little. But as minutes passed and nothing happened, the tears budded in my eyes again. I clenched my fists, willing myself to my feet, and I staggered to the window. Gaara wouldn't want me to sit there and waste time crying over him. I know exactly what he would want me to do, even though the dissappointment and grief I felt were almost crippling. I could only hope for two things- the first being tat the Sunagakure shinobi would use this opportunity, and the second... that I wouldn't wake up.

I formed the hand seals, this time searching out the chakras I had previously avoided, and shouted, "Chi shihai no jutsu!"

For the third time that day, I felt the chakra drain from my body- only this time, I was running on empty. Blackness crept into my vision, and I pushed myself to stumble towards the man I would die for, only to collapse just short of reaching him. I turned my face into the ground and wept out my agony, shame, guilt and grief.

-TIME SKIP! :D-

To my ultimate disappointment and regret, I awoke once more, an oxygen mask on my face and an IV sticking out of my hand. My limbs had still felt heavy, and the nurse informed me that I ha been out for three days. At that point, a chakra seal was wrapped around my upper arm, and, once deemed well enough, I was shoved into jail. I hoped that they threw away the key. I couldn't face the outside world again- in the dank murkiness of the cell it was easier to hang onto my memories. And that was all I did.

I was wasting away- this prison cell had held me captive a total of three weeks, and I hadn't bothered with eating in that whole time, unless I was forced. I didn't see fit to eat- I didn't seem to feel hunger, like I was some sort of disembodied spirit that just barely hung onto existence.

Gaara was dead- the funeral had been a week ago, and I had had to mourn in private, which I could understand. After all, I was mostly responsible for his death, so why would they let me attend? A stoney-faced Temari had delivered the news, along with some other things I didn't listen to. I had turned away from her to dwell in my own sorrow shortly after she told me.

-ULTIMATE POV CHANGE OF AWESOMENESS!!-

"Temari, are you sure that this is a good idea?" everyone's favourite puppetteer (since Sasori died, anyway) spoke to his older sister, expression guarded- though his dark eyes showed a small amount of concern and apprehension.

The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the silence that brought the stare-down between brother and sister, and the blonde was first to look away. She dropped her gaze guiltily, then fixed her eyes on the figure that lay peacefully in the bed with a frown. If you removed all the wires and bandages that kept him alive, he looked almost as though he were sleeping peacefully. Except... the bandages were there, as were the wires... and Gaara didn't sleep. At least, not without the jailbird by his side. Temari had lost count of how many times she had come back from missions late at night to see him still awake at his desk, staring blankly at the opposite wall, pen in hand. It had killed her inside, but... she preferred that to this. This... hollow shell of what had once been the powerful fifth Kazekage.

However, although she knew that the said red-haired female brought him happiness, the sadness that she also caused didn't seem worth the trouble. She was destroying him- recently he only ate if she used the commanding tone of a big sister, and stayed up night after night at his desk or on the roof, lost in himself. And Temari blamed Kaien. She blamed her so much that she lied. No doubt one of the worst things she had ever lied about.

"Yes. She's poison." the Jounin said firmly, then gave her younger brother a narrow-eyed glare. "And you better not say anything. It's for Gaara's own good."

Kankuro eyed her doubtfully, then dropped his gaze to his barely-alive little brother. He didn't want to lose Gaara just as much as Temari, but...

"Fine." he said, "But I don't know how you plan on keeping it from him." he jerked his head towards the patient. Temari's face hardened, and she turned away.

"I'll think of something." she muttered, tossing the words behind her as she strode out of the room.

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Haha, you guys didn't seriously think I'd kill off Gaara, did you? NO WAY!! I could never, I wub him too much!

Well, what dyou guys think of Temari NOW?

Comment and vote! :P