Hey this is a story that I came up with. Mainly Gaara son centric because it's mostly about his life but there will be a lot of gaara and others too!
Disclaimer- I own nothing!
Prologue
I was running and that was all I had in mind as I ran as fast as I could. A small bundle in my arms not making a noise as the evil men that have been chasing me since my baby was born an even before. Even when I had to leave my village along with the father of my child. It still hurt me to the point of near death that I had to leave him without an explanation but even I knew that he having a child right now was a horrible thing. It would just give him another weakness he couldn't afford. He was taking a huge risk with just me but a child. It was just too much! He didn't even know that he was a father!
I looked down at the new born in my arms. It was a boy. And he looked just like his father. He even had a small patch of unruly red hair growing. He was his exact copy except his eyes were a shade lighter than his father's sea foam eyes.
A crack caught my attention behind me. Shit! They were catching up to me pretty quickly! I made a sharp turn to the left hoping to deter them just a little but it didn't work and they were still on my tail! Sliding to a halt at a rushing stream. I had no choice. Though the chances of my baby boy living through the night were low this was the best chance he would have to live. It was apparent that I was going to die tonight, the least I can do for my son is to do as much as I can for him to live.
I placed him carefully into a hollowed out log and gave him a quick peck on his cheek before sending him on his way. But before I could let go I ripped off my necklace. The one his father gave to me. It was of a star. I carefully placed it on his small blanket as I finally let go of the log that soon carried him off to somewhere hopefully safer. I heard shouts and I took off in the other direction. Tears streaming down my face at the image of my son leaving me.
I didn't make it far before they had caught me. Well if I was going down I wasn't going down without a fight plus the time they used to kill me the more time my child had to make it far away from them.
To say that at the end I was happy was an understatement. I had lost the fight but my son was far gone and these guys wouldn't be able to find him for a long time. A small smile came to my face as they once again asked me where he was. And like last time I remained quiet. They came forward to me. I didn't want to see what they planned to do to me but I didn't have to worry much longer. I felt the cold metal against my through a soon a slight sting and then my world began to go dark. But that was ok for me because now I knew that my son was going to be alive and that was enough for me. I heard them begin to leave an I was left lying in the middle of the forest floor to die. My thoughts turned to the man I loved. The father of my child. Gaara… il miss you too.
I'm sorry.
So is it? I know I have another story but I had this one longer. So il try my best to keep up review please!