Why? Why her blood? I keep asking myself that. I saw her blood and got excited. I saw everyone else shed blood. I saw it, smelled it, and even heard it hit the floor, just like everyone else's. There was something so innocent about her, something that made me feel like I want to shed her blood, but she was so naïve and innocent that it was wrong and the gods would smite the person responsible. I have shed a lot of blood, and I had enjoyed it more than anything in the world. It makes me feel…alive. Like that is my only purpose to live.
Maybe it was the fact that she was so weak and innocent, or maybe it was the fact that it was her cousin that made her shed her blood. I have never bled, I sometimes wondered if it was the dark red like others.
Something inside of me stirred, as I heard her cousins words. People can never change, they can never change their destiny. Was that true? This monster inside of me, will it be bloodthirsty until the day I die? I watched the girl struggling to get up, coughing up more blood. When the match first started, she was timid. That is, until the bigmouthed blond idiot cheered her on, encouraging her, pushing her to do her best. Her cousin was holding back, I think almost everyone knew it too.
Why her blood? I'm not sure I'll ever know. All that I know, is that Hinata Hyuuga's blood made me excited as I watched the end of the match. Was it her cousin Neji? it is something that I, Gaara of the Sand, will never know, or will I? God, it must be a full moon.
I might make this into a story. Please let me know what you think!