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Minutes maybe hours passed, hey she could have thought even days. But she opened her eyes. Her wounds were dried but still bloody. With resistance from her arms she examined herself. She had a busted lip; a deep cut on her cheek, and her eyebrow was bleeding and she had a dried patch of blood on her hairline from whatever Temari used to knock her out. Her back was bruised but only from landing on the tree, her arms had cuts all along them, quite a few just missing her main arteries. She thanked something; she wasn't sure what because she never believed in a divine spirit. But she thanked something none the less.
She stood surprisingly well, her legs weren't that injured. She leaped to the top of the trees to see were she was.
Her mouth gaped open instantly, a mile away, maybe two she couldn't tell, was Shikaku in his full form and the, the, the... nine tailed fox? ‘No, the nine tailed fox died with the forth Hokage 13 years ago’. Well what was fighting Shikaku? ‘Wait... Shikaku?’ She thought still gapping at the tremendous fight “GAARA!!!” she cried as she leapt several feet forward when she saw the nine tailed fox turn into a giant frog.
She stopped dead in her tracks. What on earth was going on? After a wile Shikaku and the frog disappeared. This seamed to snap her back to reality as she saw a little yellow and orange speck and a red and black one go crashing to the floor. “Gaara” she whispered to herself again as she shot off towards the smoke coming from were he had landed.
After what seemed like an eternity of running without being able to see properly trough tears, ‘why tears I never cry!’ She finally reached were she'd seen Gaara fall. Sasuke was helping Naruto up but Gaara was no were to be seen.
Sasuke jumped into the trees and headed off in the opposite direction to Shigure. She opened her Chakra to be pulled to her knee's, she was running on hardly any chakra, if she wanted to get back to the village she'd had to run, fast.
And so she did. She ran all the way back to Konoha and collapsed in the gates of the city.

After the fight, Kunkuro and Temari carried Gaara back towards the hidden sand village to be healed. But he'd seen her. He was sure of it. Briefly he had strength to open his eyes, he saw her. Temari towering over her, the little girl, 7 years old with cuts on her face crying. Looking up at him he couldn't help, he’d trained so he could be strong and protect her, but he couldn’t do anything for her. But he knew this was a dream, or a delusion. He'd often daydreamed about her, Shigure, but she was probably on a mission, or in some other town, or even dead. And it couldn't have been her, because she wouldn't have been 7 still.
Temari interrupted his train of thought. “I didn't think they'd send that week girl after us. Sasuke was understandable but that other girl just stood there staring at Gaara. It was pathetic.”
He looked up at her. She was talking to herself, Kunkuro was exhausted from his fight, Temari wouldn't be quiet though, and now he was thankful. “What girl?” he demanded weakly, listening to her with undivided attention.
She looked at Gaara slightly scared, like she always did but gave in, “This girl she came up behind us, so I attacked her, would have killed her,” Gaara stiffened at these words “if it wasn't been for Kunkuro that is.” she finished and they both sighed.
With all the strength he could muster he asked for details about her. This time not only Temari but also Kunkuro told him about her. Her long silvery hair tied back in a braid, her dangerously red burning eyes and her clothing, which was given in a detailed description by Kunkuro with a large smile of reminiscence on his face.
It sounded like her, how she would turn out to be, beautiful. But now their villages were enemies, and who would know how long this war would last.
He felt like crying, or the first time since he'd gotten over her leaving. He actually wanted to either cry or die. Either would suite him perfectly. He had to find her, to talk to her. 'Please, never forget me Gaara!!! I love you!!!' he could still hear her voice, he always could. That voice got him up in the mornings, that voice gave him strength. Made him smile when people called him a monster and brought him back to sanity when all he wanted to do was kill.
What if she didn't remember him though? ‘Girl just stood there staring at Gaara.’ That’s what Temari had said. She would have had to remember him if she was staring at him.
He closed his eyes. He was so low on Chakra but all he wanted to do was run back to the village to her. He felt a throbbing in his chest, a painful throbbing more pain then from Sasuke's electric hit. But it wasn't from his wound.

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Minutes maybe hours passed, hey she could have thought even days. But she opened her eyes. Her wounds were dried but still bloody. With resistance from her arms she examined herself. She had a busted lip; a deep cut on her cheek, and her eyebrow was bleeding and she had a dried patch of blood on her hairline from whatever Temari used to knock her out. Her back was bruised but only from landing on the tree, her arms had cuts all along them, quite a few just missing her main arteries. She thanked something; she wasn't sure what because she never believed in a divine spirit. But she thanked something none the less.
She stood surprisingly well, her legs weren't that injured. She leaped to the top of the trees to see were she was.
Her mouth gaped open instantly, a mile away, maybe two she couldn't tell, was Shikaku in his full form and the, the, the... nine tailed fox? ‘No, the nine tailed fox died with the forth Hokage 13 years ago’. Well what was fighting Shikaku? ‘Wait... Shikaku?’ She thought still gapping at the tremendous fight “GAARA!!!” she cried as she leapt several feet forward when she saw the nine tailed fox turn into a giant frog.
She stopped dead in her tracks. What on earth was going on? After a wile Shikaku and the frog disappeared. This seamed to snap her back to reality as she saw a little yellow and orange speck and a red and black one go crashing to the floor. “Gaara” she whispered to herself again as she shot off towards the smoke coming from were he had landed.
After what seemed like an eternity of running without being able to see properly trough tears, ‘why tears I never cry!’ She finally reached were she'd seen Gaara fall. Sasuke was helping Naruto up but Gaara was no were to be seen.
Sasuke jumped into the trees and headed off in the opposite direction to Shigure. She opened her Chakra to be pulled to her knee's, she was running on hardly any chakra, if she wanted to get back to the village she'd had to run, fast.
And so she did. She ran all the way back to Konoha and collapsed in the gates of the city.

After the fight, Kunkuro and Temari carried Gaara back towards the hidden sand village to be healed. But he'd seen her. He was sure of it. Briefly he had strength to open his eyes, he saw her. Temari towering over her, the little girl, 7 years old with cuts on her face crying. Looking up at him he couldn't help, he’d trained so he could be strong and protect her, but he couldn’t do anything for her. But he knew this was a dream, or a delusion. He'd often daydreamed about her, Shigure, but she was probably on a mission, or in some other town, or even dead. And it couldn't have been her, because she wouldn't have been 7 still.
Temari interrupted his train of thought. “I didn't think they'd send that week girl after us. Sasuke was understandable but that other girl just stood there staring at Gaara. It was pathetic.”
He looked up at her. She was talking to herself, Kunkuro was exhausted from his fight, Temari wouldn't be quiet though, and now he was thankful. “What girl?” he demanded weakly, listening to her with undivided attention.
She looked at Gaara slightly scared, like she always did but gave in, “This girl she came up behind us, so I attacked her, would have killed her,” Gaara stiffened at these words “if it wasn't been for Kunkuro that is.” she finished and they both sighed.
With all the strength he could muster he asked for details about her. This time not only Temari but also Kunkuro told him about her. Her long silvery hair tied back in a braid, her dangerously red burning eyes and her clothing, which was given in a detailed description by Kunkuro with a large smile of reminiscence on his face.
It sounded like her, how she would turn out to be, beautiful. But now their villages were enemies, and who would know how long this war would last.
He felt like crying, or the first time since he'd gotten over her leaving. He actually wanted to either cry or die. Either would suite him perfectly. He had to find her, to talk to her. 'Please, never forget me Gaara!!! I love you!!!' he could still hear her voice, he always could. That voice got him up in the mornings, that voice gave him strength. Made him smile when people called him a monster and brought him back to sanity when all he wanted to do was kill.
What if she didn't remember him though? ‘Girl just stood there staring at Gaara.’ That’s what Temari had said. She would have had to remember him if she was staring at him.
He closed his eyes. He was so low on Chakra but all he wanted to do was run back to the village to her. He felt a throbbing in his chest, a painful throbbing more pain then from Sasuke's electric hit. But it wasn't from his wound.