A/N Hey peeps, I am doing a new series of Naruto, the characters aren't mine apart from Miyako Takai, who will be starring in all of them. I've made a time machine, which allows my character to travel into the world of Naruto and interfere with the past. I will be doing quite a few characters and the first one is … Gaara *angels begin singing*. Of course, this one is going to be pretty sad. It also maybe a bit OOC I am eternally sorry for this. I dedicate this one to my brilliant friend Jessica, who reads everything I write, gross, sappy, and gory. Thank you buddy and you so have to properly sign up soon (Yes I know you don't watch Naruto or read it). No, I don't own Naruto, if I did then there would be a lot of yaoi and would only be for yaoi fans and adults. Now here is Squinky Cullen's Paradox: The Final Straw – A Lonely Heart
S~C~P: The Final Straw – A Lonely Heart
He stayed almost silent throughout the whole trip. His short blood red hair swayed slightly in the sandy breeze. His black rimmed, turquoise eyes were scanning the sand dunes for any potential threat. "Let me help you," the sand sung to him. He was somewhat small for a thirteen year old but very powerful. He grunted quietly and shook his head making thousands of small grainy crystals fly from his crimson hair. "Gaara, shall we proceed?" his tall, older sister asked. Her hair was golden and short. Two pigtails dominated the top half of her skull and two others took over the bottom half. Her eyes were almost coal black against her fair skin. Gaara nodded roughly and walked on. "Only I can help you, let me, or I shall do it by force," the soft sand growled. He waved away the sand as if it was an annoying insect. "Are you sure you want to do this?" his older brother asked. Framing his brother's face was an ebony black cloth that tumbled down to his chest and purple lines were painted, comically, on his pale face. Gaara grunted again and took the lead. The siblings glanced at each other fearfully and followed behind their little brother.
"Why won't he accept my help," a shadowed girl growled. She had been silently following him, making no footprints and sending quick messages to Gaara. Each one he discarded, but she knew that without her help, he would surely turn into the demon that was trapped in the almost fragile vessel that was walking in front of her. "Gaara, please just accept my help," she breathed, knowing that she was fighting a lost cause. Again, his response was an almost inaudible grunt. Her auburn hair fluttered behind her. Her porcelain skin was grave and dark. Angry lines began forming on her forehead, "Then so be it, Gaara, you will see it my way," she growled loud enough for him to hear without the sand. Speedily, she got down onto one knee and placed her forearm against her chest, fist directly above heart and her other arm matched the movement but behind her back then she sprung into the air, the wind dissolving her body into nothing. "Did you hear something?" his older sister, Temari, asked. Gaara shook his head and growled. "Kankuro how long do we have to walk before we are there?" he asked his older brother, icily. "Not much longer Gaara," Kankuro addressed his brother formally.
"Remember Gaara, we are only here to take the Chunin exams, then we can leave, straight away," Temari whispered as they entered Konohagakure. Groaning ever so slightly, he walked forward. When will she ever understand I need blood to survive, the bloodlust never fades, ever, he thought to himself.