Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me, nor do any of its characters.
Weak.
He hated being weak.
When he was first born, he was weak. A tiny baby, no bigger than the size of a human arm. Bawling, next to his almost-dead mother.
Pitiful.
At first, he was okay with being weak. In fact, he wanted to be weak. Just to fit in with the other kids, instead of being more powerful than the average shinobi. It scared them away.
They should've respected him.
So he was alone. Alone with Yashamaru and that weird voice in his head, urging him on. His own siblings (who didn't even know he existed until he was five) hated him for being powerful. Better than them. Stronger.
But after the incident where Yashamaru was no more and he had been rewarded with a symbol for love when he had killeda man that was supposed to take care of him.
They're weak. Jealous. Kill them all, Gaara. Kill them.
Prove that we are not weak! Prove that we are the strongest out of all my kind!
The boy hadn't known what that last part meant. But he liked the sound of it. His reason, his goal, to kill all people besides himself.
That sounded fun.
So blood stained his hands every night, proving that he, in fact, was not weak. But instead,
A monster.
Locked in. That's what he was. The sand that swirled around him almost seemed to be angry with both him and his mother.
He couldn't be contained forever. He was a monster.
Quickly rising to the top of all the Sand shinobi, the Sand Siblings were soon awarded higher-ranked missions than ever. Of course, with him doing most of the work.
He didn't mind.
Temari and Kankuro were weak.
But he could hear the villagers whispering behind his back,
"Murderer… Monster…"
He was proud, in a way. He would never be weak ever again.
But his reason started to disappear during the Chunin exams.
That boy, Sasuke.
The Uchiha clan…
And the annoying one, Naruto.
Kyuubi! His mother had hissed.
'Kyuubi'…
I'll kill all of them, mother. Just you wait.
He was heartless. Truly heartless.
"W-Why?"
He coughed out, shaking near that 'Kyuubi'. The blond had been more powerful than him. He clutched his head, trying to block out the voices from his head.
Kyuubi! I'll kill you!
A deeper voice. You were always the weakest, sister.
They screamed together, host and Ichibi.
"We'll NEVER be WEAK!"
Naruto jumped back in surprise. He stood up, and fell back to the ground. Temari and Kankuro jumped down, protecting him, shielding him.
"Don't touch him!"
Weak! Get up!
For the first time, he didn't listen.
"Temari… Kankuro…" he rasped. He couldn't even make out where he was now.
His 'mother' was still screaming at him, cursing, saying she hated him. That hurt the most.
But he wasn't hers anymore.
"I'm sorry…"
A/N Confused?
'He' or 'his' is always referring to Gaara.
In this story, I made the Ichibi a girl. And the youngest out of all of the bijuu. Well, I guess the bijuu is really genderless, but how Gaara refers to the Ichibi as 'mother' just makes me think that the Ichibi is a girl.
This story was developed from the idea that the Ichibi was always the weakest out of all the bijuu, and it hated that. So it used Gaara to try to persuade its 'siblings' that it is and always will be the strongest. (If you ask me, I think the Ichibi is actually the strongest out of all of them, but that's just me.)