I stared in shock. Nonononononono. No. Gaara gasps in pain, sliding to the ground. Why hadn't his sand protected him? I looked around, and realized that he had had half his sand protecting oters and the other half resealing an animation. There'd been none left to protect him.

And yet he still stepped in front of the kunai, saving me. He had been stabbed to protect me.

I feel my knees thud to the ground as I catch him, laying him down on the ground. My hand hovers over the gaping wound on his stomach, visibly shaking. I was panicking. So much blood... and the Medic nins were so far away.

I'm aware of a circle of Shinobi surrounding us, protecting the fallen Kazekage. Gaara tries to sit up, But I push lightly on his shoulders. He has no strength to resist me. I can't let Gaara die now. I leave the knife in the wound, knowing that it was currently slowing the blood flow. Staring into his pained and shocked eyes, I saw our time together just flash in front of me.

I begin to sing softly, pain etched into my voice. I sang, forcing the healing chakra to my hands. I just had to slow the blood. Why had I never bothered to properly learn medical ninjutsu before? I heard the sound of dying Shinobi surrounding me, but I was focused on Gaara.

"Safe & Sound"

(feat. The Civil Wars)

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go"

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound,

I promise him. We WILL be safe. We will be sound.

Don't you dare look out your window, darling,

Everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when music's gone

Gone,

A tear slips down my face. Remember this lullably, Gaara. Soon the music may be gone. I keep healing him with one hand, the other wanding trough his sweaty, unkempt hair, brushing along the side of his face, lingering over his parched lips. My chakra wasn't healing him quickly enough. Without immidiate proper medical attention, he was going to die. But there was an army between Gaara and the medic nins.

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

I stand, determination blazing in my eyes. If he was to survive, the medic nins would have to be able to reach him, But an entire army stood in their way. I wasn't strong enough to fly him away or summon a hawk to carry us away. I didn't have enough chakra.

I looked around at all the pain. All the suffering. All the death, all my fallen comrades. So much death. To much death. And this would only end in more death. I didn't want any more death. I was exhausted with it, feeling the cessation of minds, the sometimes gentle and sometimes violent release of life. I had to end this death. Even if it meant more death.

I launch myself into the air, coating my voice in chakra as I sang with all my strength, flapping my wings as I hovered the best I could over the army. I aimed for the minds of the white Zetsu as I howled out my pain. I had played with the idea of shutting minds down, killing people with only my thoughts. But I'd never practiced it. The though scared me. But it seemed to be the only way out of this.

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

The white Zetsu clutched their heads as I forced myself inside of every single one of their minds, destroying them.

La La (La La)

La La (La La)

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

My voice breaks as the chakra drains from me. I need more. I need to force more of my chakra out to kill all these monsters.

La La (La La)

I see Gaara attempting to stand. I pause in my mental baarage to fly down to him. I land with a thud beside him, and pull him back to the ground, laying him gently down. I brush my finger over his eyelids, caress his face for, as far as I knew, may be the last time.

Just close your eyes

I whisper to him. Gaara. MY Gaara.

You'll be alright

I promise... I love you so much.

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound...

But I can't promise we'll be together.

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh. [repeat 'til fade]

I throw myself back into the air, singing with all of my strength. I see the White Zetsus colapsing, dead, their minds destroyed. But not all of them. I force more and more and more of my chakra out, destroying every one of the White Zetsu's minds.

They keel over, brain dead. A thousand enemies, destroyed by me. There was a mile wide circle of dead White Zetsu, me at the center. That was my range. As far as my voice and mind could reach, I destroyed the enemy.

I take a look around, flying the best I could in my exhausted state. I saw a group of medic nins running across the field towards Gaara. Good. I saved him. I saved my Gaara. God. I love you, Gaara. I did this for you. So you may live.

I felt so empty. Like there was nothing left inside me. Like a crumpled shell. There was no chakra left inside of me.

The last thing I see is beautiful eyes, like the ocean, like the neverending, always breaking ocean. Then my wings fold in on themselves, my eyes rolling back into my head and I plummeted to the earth.

3rd P.O.V

The girl plummeted to earth, but she never hit the ground. Many different sets of arms reached out to catch her, save her as she saved them.

They would talk of her for years. The Shinobi already were starting the rumors, whispering to each other about The Avenging Angel. The Avenging Angel, destroying an army a thousand, ten thousand, some even stretched it to one hundred thousand strong. Bringing death to all who threatened what she stood for. Who she stood for. Who she protected. Who she loved.

She would never be Forgotten again.

***

A team of medics rushed to Gaara, attempting to place him on a stretcher. He fought them off. "No!" He cried. "Get Keira!"

"You're the Kazekage," A medic stated, "You take precedence over her. If we wait any longer to heal you, you will die!"

"Damn me being Kazekage! Get Keira! Help Keira. God, remember Keira. She hated being Forgotten," The medics shared a look, before sending half the medics to the fallen girl. Gaara ignored everyone else as he sobbed, chest heaving as the pain escaped his body. It wasn't the stab that brought him pain. He barely even noticed it.

The medics returned, lifting Gaara onto the stretcher again. He sat up quickly, struggling. "Stop, stop! What about Keira! Get her," He begged. He knew that he had totally lost his composure, but he didn't give a damn.

"Kazekage-sama..." An older, battle worn medic began.

Gaara glared at him, daring the medic to say the words that he intuitively knew were coming. Suddenly, he felt a smaller arm pass over his shoulder, drawing him to a body. "Gaara-sama, there was nothing they could do,"

Gaara didn't even recognize the young girl, her face so full of innocence. So young. So innocent. The kind of innocence that Keira always wanted to protect. "Her chakra... it was at Absolute Zero."

Two words you never wanted to hear as a ninja. Absolute Zero. You couldn't survive. It meant there was literally zero chakra in your body. Not even a scrap. Not even an echoing ghost of a whisper.

"I'm sorry," The girl whispered.

Gaara crumpled. He leant into the stranger girl's embrace and wept like a baby.

"Damn you, Keira," He whispered as he felt himself being carried away.

"Damn you."