Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable thing from Naruto. I just like to take the characters out of the box and play with them awhile. I promise to put them back when I am done. Everything else, story-plot and some concepts are mine though, so don't steal them or I will send my rabid herring's after you. And believe me, you have not experienced true pain until you've had a rabid herring feasting upon your naked flesh.

Summary: 'Gaara.' Shikamaru warned. 'She is one of the Fell. Regulation dictates her off limits.' The shadow shifter's gaze flickered to the figure lying broken on the stone steps before returning to his lords apathetic facade. Gaara turned to him, his eyes flashing dangerously with the veins of lightening overhead. 'She's coming with us.'

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Our Solemn Hour:

Sanctus Espiritus redeem us from our solemn hour

Sanctus Espiritus insanity is all around us

Sanctus Espiritus! Sanctus Espiritus! Sanctus Espiritus!

In my darkest hours I could not foresee

That the tide could turn so fast to this degree

Can´t believe my eyes

How can you be so blind?

Is the heart of stone, no empathy inside?

Time keeps on slipping away and we haven´t learned

So in the end now what have we gained?

Sanctus Espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour

Sanctus Espiritus, insanity is all around us

Sanctus Espiritus, is this what we deserve,

can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?

Are they themselves to blame, the misery, the pain?

Didn´t we let go, allowed it, let it grow?

If we can´t restrain the beast which dwells inside

it will find it´s way somehow, somewhere in time

Will we remember all of the suffering

Cause if we fail it will be in vain

Sanctus Espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour

Sanctus Espiritus, insanity is all around us

Sanctus Espiritus, is this what we deserve,

can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?

A/N: Have you ever had a story line sitting in the front of your brain eating away at all logical, and sometimes illogical, thought. This is one of those stories. I was listening to this song 'Our Solemn Hour' by Within Temptation (great for inspiration and clearing pesky writers block) and got this plot. It continued to nag at me, taking over, refusing to let me write anything else. I would be in the middle of outlining a chapter for another story, and I would have to stop because I was distracted by this damn thing. So to relive some of this creative tension, I am starting it, and will get back onto writing for my other stories shortly...like this afternoon.