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Gaara's fight against Kimimaro had been going relatively well. His strange attacks utilizing his own skeletal structure had someone caught him by surprise, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing to break his monotonous voice and emotionless stare. He wasn't even sure why he was there, really. He put it down to how much he owed the leaf for helping him deal with Shukaku, but at the end of the day, he couldn't of cared less about helping anyone but Naruto himself. And even then, it was only so he could repay his debt. There's nothing worse than being in debt after all.

But that was all before Lee happened. Being the fool he was, he thought that despite his injuries and wooziness from drinking, he could be of use while fighting against their foe. Oh how wrong he was. When he rushed forth from his position behind Gaara, Kimimaro immediately figured out how to capitalize on his mistake.

Completely halting his attacks of Gaara, he switched one hundred percent of his offense to Lee. The green suited idiot never even saw it coming, and if it weren't for Gaara at that exact moment he would've died right then.

The sand user had to use all his available to wrap it around Lee and protect him from all sides. But this left him defenseless, and Kimimaro was thinking two steps ahead. As soon as the sand left Gaara's gourd to rush to Lee's aid, he did a complete one hundred degree turn, now facing straight towards Gaara.

Gaara's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He began recalling the sand back to him, but for those few crucial seconds, he was defenseless to whatever Kimimaro could throw at him. Which honestly wasn't much.

Damnit... I've used too much calcium... I can't throw any bones at him from long range... but if I try to rush him the sand will get there first! I'm stuck... The only thing I can do is that jutsu Orochimaru told me to use if I ever got into extreme trouble... but he said it's extremely unstable, with a low success rate... would it even work?... I don't know... but I have to try.

These were the thoughts running through Kimimaro's head as he ran towards Gaara. Stopping, he put his hands together to prepare the jutsu Orochimaru had taught him.

FLASHBACK

The low candlelight of Orochimaru's underground hideout dimly lit the stone room he was standing in. Orochimaru sat on his throne opposite him, but bandages covered almost his entire body. Kimimaro kneeled before him like a traditional knight.

"You summoned me?" He asked.

"Yes... I have something to show you..." Orochimaru replied.

Kimimaro looked up. "What is it?" He asked.

Orochimaru leaned forwards in his chair. "I've prepared my newest jutsu... but due to my... condition... I cannot perform it. Therefor I've decided to teach it to you."

Kimimaro bowed his head. "It is a great honor, Lord Orochimaru."

Orochimaru grinned wickedly, his snake like tongue rolling across his lips. "Just be careful... I've never tested this before, so it's probably unstable, but all you need to know is that if it works... well let's just say that even a tailed beast wouldn't survive..."

FLASHBACK END

Kimimaro closed his eyes and focused on the jutsu as he weaved the signs. Monkey, Boar, Rabbit, Tiger, Dragon.
"Secret Technique: Dimensional Explosion Jutsu!"
A translucent purple sphere began to materialize around Gaara, who had no way to defend himself. The jutsu itself took a few seconds to finally work, and by that time Gaara had recalled all his sand. But it was too late. The inside of the purple sphere suddenly glowed bright white and a second later, Gaara was gone.

Kimimaro, his vision fading, saw the jutsu work successfully and smiled. He'd served his purpose. To serve Orochimaru.

Several miles away, the very same man watched in amusement as one of the candles in his throne room died out. "Oh?" He said to himself. "So poor little Kimimaro has kicked the bucket, what a shame." He said in a sarcastic tone. "Perhaps he used that little suicide jutsu I gave him?" Orochimaru let out a laugh at that. "Probably didn't even work."

SEVERAL HOURS LATER, IN GAARA'S MINDSCAPE

To say Gaara was extremely confused would be the understatement of the year. One minute, he was fighting one of Orochimaru's lackeys, and the next he was in his mindscape. He'd only been there once before, and that was the one time he'd fallen asleep, when Shukaku warned him not to fall asleep or he'd take over his body.

Wait. Asleep. Gaara's eyes widened. If he was here that could only mean one thing... he was sleeping or unconscious. And if he was in either of those states then that meant... Shukaku was free.

Gaara looked around in his mindscape. Unlike Naruto's mindscape, Gaara's was far less... nasty. The mindscape of Gaara was simply a desert. Nothing more, nothing less. The sand dunes stretched out endlessly on all sides, and the sun shone down brightly as Gaara began his slow walk towards the spot where he knew Shukaku's cage was.

The cage was rather simple really, just a classical pyramid. It was big enough to house Shukaku on the inside with plenty of room for the one tail to move around. On the front there was a huge sealing tag, although half of it had crumbled away.

Gaara walked right up to the front of it, where there was a door sized hole that he could speak to Shukaku through. But when he reached the viewing window, what he saw surprised him to the greatest degree. Shukaku was... still there. He remembered Shukaku telling him when he was younger that if he ever fell asleep he would escape the pyramid and therefor take over his body, and yet here he was, still in the cage.

Looking through the window, he saw Shukaku just laying there on his front paws. But the strangest thing was that he completely calm, and looking straight at the window Gaara was currently looking through. He wasn't screaming and shouting for bloodshed and combat like usual... no, he was just there. Not saying a word.

But then he did. "I've been waiting here for hours, kid. Where have you been?" He asked. But unlike his normal high pitched, whine like voice, his voice sounded more like Kurama's. Deep, rumbling, and overall more befitting of a great being.

Gaara didn't buy it. Not one bit. After thirteen long years of the one tailed beast harassing and deceiving him, there was no way he could just believe that it would all just... stop. "What's going on Shukaku? Why am I here?" Gaara questioned.

Shukaku continued to stare at him. "I've done nothing. It's what that strange bone guy did that's the problem here." Shukaku explained.

Gaara stared back at the giant beast. "And what would that be?"

Shukaku closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I'm not too sure myself really, all I know is that we're not in the Elemental Nations. Whatever he did sent us to an entirely new universe or dimension."

Gaara didn't even flinch, or show any kind of outward reaction for that matter. "I see." He responded.

Shukaku instantly knew the reason for this... lack of reaction. Simply put, there was nothing for him in the Elemental Nations. He had no friends, and anyone new people he met were always scared of him. Even his own family was scared of him. His father tried to assassinate him six seperate times, and both his siblings were too scared of him to like him in the slightest. There was nothing to miss.

And Shukaku knew it was all his fault. Well, not entirely, and it was time to explain. "Gaara..." Shukaku said in his deep, rumbling voice.

Gaara responded in his normal cold, emotionless voice. "What?"

"You should know... that voice you heard for all those years... that wasn't me." Shukaku explained.

Gaara's eyes widened with shock. Finally his voice began to waver as he responded. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Shukaku began his story. "Many years before I was sealed inside you, Suna had no person to seal me into, and they were growing desperate. Finally, they decided to seal me into a lamp, but to do so they needed someone adept at sealing jutsu."

"The person they happened to call in to perform the sealing was an old monk. Now, I don't know what the guy was thinking, but he somehow sealed himself inside the lamp with me. Over the years, the monk slowly fused together with me, and the in process drained most of my power."

Gaara slowly shook his head, trying to comprehend the new information he was being told. "No way... so you mean..."

Shukaku nodded. "It's true... the voice you heard for all those years was not me... it was the monk."

Gaara finally got over his shock and proceeded with the conversation. "So where is the monk now?" He asked.

Shukaku was fairly surprised at Gaara's quick return to reality, but he put it down to the boy becoming so jaded early in his life that not many things would affect him. "That strange jutsu bone kid used somehow got rid of him and returned my power. I don't know how, but that's a really good thing for two reasons."

Gaara went back to his emotionless stare and monotone voice. "And what two reasons are those?"

Shukaku gave off a small smirk as he responded. "First off, that annoying voice in your head is long gone, so that's a bonus for you and me since I had to listen to that bastard too. Second of all, since my power has returned and I'm able to assist you without hindrance, your control over sand should be far better now."

Gaara looked up at Shukaku and bowed his head for a brief moment. "Thank you. That will prove to be very useful, should I need to fight. Perhaps this world is one without conflict..." He said in a wishful tone.

Shukaku slowly shook his head. "It doesn't appear to be so... I can briefly tune in to what you see and hear, even while you're unconscious. I did that just a few minutes ago actually, and let me tell you, there's going to be a fair share of conflict."

Gaara looked at the ground. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. When do I wake up?"

Shukaku gave off an uncaring shrug. "Whenever you want really. But there's one thing you should do before you go."

"What is it?" Gaara responded.

Shukaku put his paws together in a ram seal and closed his eyes. A second later, a scroll poofed into existence out of a small plume of smoke in front of Gaara. Gaara took a skeptical glance at the scroll at his feet and then looked back at Shukaku. "What is this?" He asked.

Shukaku grinned. "It's the tanuki summoner's contract. With me being the summon boss, I can give the contract out to people. And you're the first person whose ever going to be able to sign it! You should feel lucky." The tailed beast explained excitedly.

Gaara picked the scroll up and unrolled it. It wasn't very long, only about the length of a sheet of regular paper. On it read:

Tanuki Summoner's Contract:

Sages:

Summoners:

Gaara scanned the scroll over and then looked back at Shukaku. "What's the difference between a sage and a summoner?" He asked.

"Everyone will start as a summoner. Your name on the contract will automatically move under the sage section once you master the tanuki sage mode. That is, if you ever do." Shukaku explained.

Gaara inwardly smirked. Sage mode... Like that ridiculous sensei of Naruto. It's undoubtedly powerful though, perhaps I should attempt to learn such a thing. Gaara thought. Signing the contract with the pen that had appeared with the contract, he put the scroll back down. It promptly disappeared with another poof of smoke.

He turned around from the viewing window where he was talking to Shukaku. "I think I'll wake up now. Farewell."

WITH TEAM NATSU, A FEW MINUTES EARLIER

Things were not going so smoothly for the alliance of light guilds. First the conflict of the trimen and... everyone, then Gray and Lyon, Lucy and Sherry, the list just went on and on. Ichiya was already down for the count, his strangely shaped head frozen into a block of ice by Lyon. Lucy was being terrorized by Sherry's doll magic, turning the carpet into a monster.

But all this promptly stopped when Iron Rock Jura walked in the room. He slammed his staff on the ground and pronounced in a booming voice that carried throughout the room. "Stop this at once! We are here to defeat the Oracion Seis, not fight among ourselves!"

Immediately, Lyon and Sherry stopped what they were doing and turned to the new arrival. "Yes, Jura."

Hearing the name, the other wizards in the room turned their attention to him almost instantly. "So that's him..." Erza muttered. "Lamia Scale's top dog..." Said Eve. "Iron Rock Jura." Finished Hibiki.

Natsu blankly stared at the bald man as he walked further into the room. "Who?" He asked, turning to Happy.

"He's one of the ten wizard saints, Natsu!" Happy responded. Beside him, Lucy heard the comment and decided to add in her own two cents. "Yeah, which means he's kind of a big deal."

Jura took stepped closer to the group, his eyes scanning them over. "So it seems we have members from three guilds. The representatives from Cait Shelter have yet to arrive."

"Yes... about that," began Ichiya, who had miraculously thawed out from the block of ice. "I hear they're only sending one member."

Erza raised a questioning eyebrow. "Only one member?" She asked.

Gray was shocked by the news. "That's insane!" He shouted. "We're supposed to be up against one of the most powerful dark guilds in Fiore and they're only sending one person?!"

Lucy was a little more freaked out by the revelation. "One? If that's for real, how crazy powerful is this guy gonna be?!" She wondered out loud.

Suddenly the group began to hear a scraping noise behind them, coming from the door. The sound was accompanied by soft grunts of effort and panting from exhaustion. The people in the mansion turned around to face the door, only to see the back of long, blue hair. Underneath the hair was a striped yellow and blue dress that went down to the person's mid-thighs. On the person's feet were small blue slippers and around her ankles there were feathery wings attached by a band.

But the strangest thing about the newcomer was what she seemed to be dragging along with her. It was a kid. A boy. He had red hair, a little lighter in hue than Erza's. He wore a pitch black body suit, but the upper half of his body was covered by a beige, turtle-neck cloak. The body suit went down to his mid calves, and on his feet he wore sandals that covered everything but his toes. In between his sandals and the body suit was just covered by bandages. White scarves of linen wrapped around his body and the held the gourd on his back firmly in place, and the excess flowed off his body. A leather strap went around his body from right waist to left shoulder. It held multiple pouches on it and strangely enough, a headband with an hourglass logo imprinted on it.

(I tried my best, but appearance explanations are hard. If you want a picture of it, imagine the clothes he wore during the chuunin exams, but add on the half cloak he wore when he was a little kid. Wendy is just in her regular clothes.)

The blue haired person who they all presumed to be a girl dragged the red haired boy by his arm, which they noticed was not covered by the body suit. With a clearly relieved sigh she let go of his arm and stopped dragging him. She moved her hand up to her forehead and wiped the sweat, before turning to face them.

As if she had forgotten they were even watching her while she was dragging the boy into the mansion, she instantly became timid. She tucked her hands behind her back and looked at them nervously. "H-hi... uh... sorry I arrived so late... I couldn't just leave him there on the road... but I didn't know what to do so I brought him with me... erm... I'm Wendy Marvel by the way, I'm from the Cait Shelter guild!"

The members of the alliance stared at her blankly. Many thoughts were running through their heads. Why would Cait Shelter send one person? Why would Cait Shelter send a little girl? What were they thinking?!

"A little girl..." said Gray.

"Just a kid?!" exclaimed Lucy and Sherry.

And alas, the trimen were already at work. "Wendy..." began Ren. "Marvelous" continued eve. "Cute..." finished Hibiki.

Meanwhile Natsu just looked at the little girl strangely. It felt like he remembered her from somewhere, he just couldn't remember exactly.

Jura decided enough was enough. "Now then. Since all guilds are present, we can begin planning for our assault on Oracion Seis." He said, turning to the side stoically.

Gray's jaw dropped at the man's obliviousness. "HE'S NOT EVEN PHASED BY THIS?!" He exclaimed.

Sherry turned away and crossed her arms. "Hmph. What was Cait Shelter thinking? Sending a little girl alone on this kind of job?!"

She didn't really expect to be answered, but she was. "She isn't alone! You shouldn't assume such things you gaudy trollop!" The voice said. It sounded arrogant and snobbish, but strangely... high pitched.

The wizards in the room turned to the door only to see... a white happy? The cat had white fur and wore a yellow striped shirt. It had a pink bow on it's tail and a red skirt to match.

Wendy turned around to the cat as if she were surprised to see her there. "Carla? You followed me here?"

The cat who could now be identified as Carla hmphed and crossed her arms. "Of course I did! You're much too young to be traveling by yourself." The cat said in a very motherly tone.

The cat then looked down at the unconscious red haired boy. "And who's this?" She asked Wendy, putting her paws on her hips.

Wendy brought her balled up hands in front of her mouth. She was trembling, signifying her nervousness. "Erm... well... I found him just laying there on the road... and I couldn't just leave him there..." She explained in a shaky voice.

Carla shook her head. "You know better than this, child! He could be dangerous!" She exclaimed.

Wendy looked like she was on the verge of tears. "B-but Carla, he w-was injured and-"

"YOU HEALED HIM?!" Carla shouted, shocking the mages of the alliance. "Wendy Marvel, you know how much magic that costs you, that was a very foolish idea."

Wendy put her head down in shame. "I'm sorry Carla..."

At this point, Erza decided to intervene. "Wendy, you can use healing magic? Is that not a lost magic? Where did you learn it?" She asked.

Wendy looked up at her and smiled. "Y-yeah, I can use healing magic... I may not be much of a fighter... but please don't leave me out of the group! I can use all kinds of support magic!" said Wendy.

"You're never going to gain their respect if you keep acting like this child! Show some confidence! And you should really start using your dragon slayer magic for something other than support magic..." Carla said as if she were scolding a child.

"YOU'RE A DRAGON SLAYER!?" Natsu suddenly shouted.

Meanwhile, Jura, Ichiya, and Erza were all simultaneously thinking the same thing. So that's what the strange magical energy inside the girl is...

Natsu rushed up to the girl and leaned in close to her face. "Do you know where Igneel is?!" He asked her.

But the sudden closeness of Natsu caused her to become flustered. She leaned back a little too far and tripped over her own two feet. With a cute squeal of 'EEEK!' and a huge show of flailing arms, she fell over backwards.

Right onto the sleeping red haired kid. With a groan of pain she rolled off him and onto her back right beside him. It didn't even occur to her that she might've waken him up. So when she turned her head to the side as she got up, she didn't anticipate seeing two pale green eyes staring right back at her.

With the second squeak of the day, she bolted up onto her feet and backpedaled away from the boy. She bowed her head at him. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up!" she apologized.

But Carla had no such thoughts. As soon as she saw the boy wake up, she flew right over his head and stared down at him with an angry expression. "Who are you?" She asked in an expectant tone.

Gaara looked up at the flying cat above him. A flying, talking cat. Interesting. He thought. He took a look around at the other people in the room, also looking at him expectantly. It must be a normal thing for them, seeing as how they aren't giving a reaction. He figured. Eventually, he decided giving them his name wouldn't hurt, given the fact he was in an entirely new dimension. "Gaara." He stated, his tone monotone and emotionless.

The cat above him hmphed and put her paws on her hips. "Well, Gaara, I think you should say thank you to Wendy over there. She wasted her time on healing you." The cat said, pointing a paw at a blue haired girl not to far away from him.

Gaara maintained his gaze on the cat for a moment. What an obnoxious cat. He thought. He then turned his head to Wendy. "Thank you." He said.

The cat nodded it's head as if to say 'My work here is done', and flew away. Gaara slowly got off the floor, using his hands to push himself up. Meanwhile, Wendy watched him get up with a shocked expression, as if she thought it were impossible for him to get off the ground. Erza noticed this and turned to her. "What's wrong, Wendy?" She asked.

Wendy didn't even look at her, instead just staring at the red haired boy who was now standing upright, brushing the dirt off his clothes. She pointed a finger at him. "I-I don't know how he's even s-standing right now! I could barely move him when I brought him here, that thing on his back must weigh at least four hundred pounds!" She exclaimed.

Erza turned to the boy, who was standing perfectly fine, as if there were nothing strapped to his back at all. She studied him closely. There's something strange about this kid. He looks no older than Wendy here, and yet he can lift that container on his back with no problems. I can't even sense magic from him.

She looked over to the group, and noticed Jura and Ichiya seemed to be having similar thoughts, judging by their expressions. But something caught her attention. Natsu. He was... growling. And not just in general. He was growling at the red haired kid who had just got up.

Lucy noticed her friend's strange behavior and nudged him, gaining his attention. "Natsu? Why are you growling at him? I know it's amazing and all that he can lift that thing, but I don't think that's a good reason to be jealous or anything..."

Natsu shook his head, not turning his gaze away from Gaara. "It's not that, Lucy... The thing on his back... It smells like blood." He explained, shocking the group.

"Are you sure?" Gray asked, confused as to how and why little kid would be carrying something that smelled like blood.

But Erza wouldn't wait for confirmation. She marched right up to Gaara, drawing her sword all the while. When she was right in front of him, she pointed directly at his face, the point only a few meters away from him. "Why does that container smell like blood!? I demand you answer me!" She shouted at him.

Gaara stared at her. To him, this seemed like the dumbest question in the book. He responded in his usual tone. "Tell me... Does that sword smell like blood after you fight an enemy?" He asked.

Erza blinked. She hadn't anticipated this. "Well... yeah." She answered truthfully. And then she caught on to what he was implying. "Wait... so you're saying that you use that thing to fight?" She asked. Gaara nodded.

Erza seemed to think for a second before asking her next question. "Will you help us?" She finally asked, sheathing her sword.

Gaara stared at her with an emotionless face and unblinking eyes. "With what?" He responded.

Every single person in the room save Gaara face faulted at Erza's expense, but she seemed to take it in stride. "You're about to find out." She answered.

Stepping to the side, she allowed Gaara to see past her into the group. What he saw was Hibiki pulling up his archive magic, displaying six pictures of six different people. He noticed the others gathering around to listen to the little presentation, so he decided to follow their lead and listen in.

"These" Hibiki began.

"Are the Oracion Seis."