lullaby for the demented *Gaara*

okies, this is what kikyo looks like now.
story!
kikyo brushed along the desert sand, cold air cloaking her chakara and protecting her from any attacks set against her. her black cloak billowed in the wind, but she kept her wings tightly to her sides, not wanting to raise alarm in the village hidden in sand. her red eyes scanned for any danger, and, finding none, she walked up to the doors to the kazeade's room. she brushed inside and noted the sparse decor of the study. on the far edge of the room, a man was looking out at the village. he turned to her. "you must be the one they call neko." he spoke too smoothly. her voice cut into his ears like cat's claws ripping the flesh of particularly soft-skinned game. "what must I do to prove loyalty, since you don't seem to trust me?" she asked, pulling out of his sick mind. his sick mind? you're the one constantly thinking about bloodshed and gore.
kikyo glared at nothing in particular, at least to the naked, un-trained eye. wonder why? ah, yes, because of you. kikyo calmed down and let the kazeade speak. "hmm... you have come, but perhapse to assasinate me...... or gain my trust to infiltrate and destroy the village............." he kept trailing off. kikyo sighed in annoyance and grabbed his right hand, pressing it to her head. a soft gasp from the kazeade, and he saw intoher intentions.shegave a shit less about anything other than herself, her training, and staying loyal. she pulled his hand back and he nodded at her. "your test to prove yourself worthy is to be escorted by my..........son............through the village, to your new home, with him and hisother siblings." kikyo nodded, and a small sinking feeling hit her gut. the kazeade must have trouble with him being his son for some reason, and she really didn't want to find out. don't be such a kit. neko's words echoed in her head. she sighed inwardly and took a step back out. once outside the building, a large sandstorm was sweeping across the village, and one boy stood in the midst of it.she stifled a gasp. his eye rings were darker, and he'd grown quite a bit, butshe stillrecognised him; gaara. I can't let him know I'm, well, me! she hissed at neko, trying to get the stressed point across. she heard a mumbled agreement from inside her head, then a slight sleeping sound. good. neko had gone to sleep.kikyo built up an air barier to keep the sand out ofher eyes and walked towards him. gaara started walking before she even reached him. she sighed again and followed behind him silently, the air once again masking your chakara automatically. "who are you?" she asked. she knew this one, but she was playing the newly-met. and she wanted to see if he'd tell her the truth. "gaara of the desert." he replied. she was right behind him now."insomnia?" she guessed, pointing at his eyes. he growled out a 'yes.' that was about it for conversation.she hummed her sad little lullaby to calm the raging winds a bit. when they reached a small house, he turned to you. "you are...?" he trailed off.she smiled under the hood of her cloak. "call me kikyo." no need to let him know yet. he flippitantly opened the door and walked in. she shadowed perfectly and slid in just before the door closed. two more people were in the room. they agknolagedgaara briefly, clear fear in their eyes, then turned to kikyo. fearregistered promonantly on both faces, andshe flipped down her hood to smile at them. "so," she began. "where's my room?"


haha! sauske's dead! ding dong, sauske's gone! sing it high, sing this song! ding dong, so glad that sauske's gone!