This is me...the author...so see i'm just starting all of this now, so please, pardon if my writing isn't up too par. So anyways, i'm hoping you all will enjoy this cause...THIS IS AMONG MY MOST FAVOURTIE PARINGS MAAAAN...so yeah...enjoy. Mind though i tried to keep the characters as close to their original personalities in the show and manga...
The forest surrounding Konoha at nights were wonderful, the crickets playing their little songs as pools of moonlight managed to break through the canopy. To most of people, the forest would have been a wonderful fantasy of the night. Not to Sakabu No Gaara, to him the tiresome noise of those insects irked him. However, the peace between Suna and their new found allies were far more important then his petty disregard for a bug. Temari ordered him and his brother, Kankuro, to go to Konoha and discuss with the Hokage on matters of defense. Behind the veil though, Temari just wanted Gaara to get a break from the papers the village elders kept giving him too handle. Though he didn't show it, he loved his sister dearly.
In the past, he recalled how he loathed his entire family, how he loathed the world. The demon within him warped Gaara from the happy young child he was at first into a being of pure malice and unquenchable rage. He murdered people with glee, their blood making him ecstatic, and their screams, a wonderful symphony and him, the composer. It wasn't till he was defeated by Naruto that he realized what he had done to all those people and ever since then desired to change. He even became the Kage of his village to make amends with his people. At first, Shukaku was still making it hard for him, until the fateful day the Akatsuki released the demon within him. It was at that moment that Gaara had died and saw what lay before him, darkness. He felt so alone at that moment and he knew he deserved it, punishment for all the lives he had taken in cold blood, this black abyss.
However, Gaara felt warmth in his body and quickly, the darkness disappeared and only a light that blinded him appeared. When it dispersed, the first thing he saw was that pink haired friend of Naruto and within her arms, Chiyo, the lady who gave his life for Gaara. The moment he saw Chiyo's limp lifeless body, he felt a guilt that none could ever comprehend. Another life he took, another soul he could never bring back. A single tear fell from his eyes that day and he swore that he wouldn't let another person die for him. He softened after that and was relatively more kind to everyone, especially his sister and brother whom he had mistreated for so many years. Even so, he still felt the same darkness creep around him, reminding him of what was his true fate in the end.
"Hello, Gaara, are you there?" Kankuro asked, looking at his brother inquisitively Gaara quickly snapped out of his train of thought, glaring at his elder brother for interrupting him. "Yes," he asked coolly, not breaking the stare. Kankuro was slightly chilled by his brother's voice, but quickly laughed, realizing how spaced out his younger brother could be. "Well, if ya' haven't noticed, were right in front of the gates of Konoha," he said, pointing towards the huge gateways. Gaara, noticing this, mentally scolded himself for him being so unperceptive and passed Kankuro who was smiling at him childishly. At times, his elder brother was such an imbecile, even though he was his imbecile.
There was an escort waiting, some ANBU agents who were meant to ensure Gaara's safety in Konoha. With the lost of the Shukaku, Gaara's sand had lost its sentience and thus he was exposed. He didn't feel that way however for his years of trying to be killed by the assassins his late father sent out to kill him and the lack of sleep has heightened his senses to a quite frightening level. Even so, Tsunade would have none of it. The fact that Gaara practically died eight months ago have made her edgy whenever he had a meeting the young Kage. Gaara didn't think much as they walked to the Hokage, instead closing his eyes and letting his mind drifting off yet again. Kankuro and the ninja's escorting him didn't notice a certain red robed Kazekage was wandering away, his mind lost from reality.
As Gaara walked down a street, he finally grew fed up with how long it took to get to the Hokage's tower. "Kankuro, I grow impatient with this…how far are we?" Gaara asked, hiding the signs of frustration very well. No reply came, further pushing Gaara patience. "Kankuro!" he said, restraining himself from letting his emotions get the better of him. When no reply came Gaara finally opened his eye to see no Kankuro, no ANBU. The streets around him were empty and desolate, the silence being his only friend. Gaara was soon aware of his current situation and he was annoyed with himself for letting this happen. He was in a village which he knew as well as a new born baby. Lost and alone, Gaara just took the initiative and continued down the street he was on, letting the shadows of the night be his companions.
There was a level of serenity of the scene, his light footsteps being the only thing that was heard as the dim lights of the street lamps made the shadows play. Gaara, falling prey to how quiet his surroundings were, let his mind wander again; letting the images of those he killed play around in his head. Most of them were the assassins his father sent to murder him, when suddenly, there were a few that appeared from the depth of his conscience. The first was his uncle Yashamaru, the man who tore his entire childhood apart. He always thought that his uncle loved him, that he'd protect him from harm, but the night when the truth finally appeared, when the veil was lifted and Gaara saw what he truly was, it shattered him to the core, even now the pieces still scattered. The next was Chiyo, the lady who took and gave back his life. She was the reason the Shukaku was his curse and he hated her for that. But then, when Gaara finally saw her sacrifice for him, and the reason she did it, the hatred was soon replaced with an unbearable guilt. Gaara shut his eye while rubbing his temples, trying to clear his head of these thoughts. They wouldn't leave though.
Finally, an image was soon forming within his mind, a person he hadn't thought of for so long. He saw his mother, smiling from a photo frame, the only thing he had of her. She died giving birth to him, the monster he was. Her last minute of life was given to him, just like Chiyo. Suddenly, without realizing, Gaara clutched his chest as he felt the guilt sweeping him over. "Uncle…Chiyo…Mother…why…?" Gaara asked as he lent on a wall, trying to keep himself from falling over. The guilt was suddenly rushing at him, making him feel heavy and in writhing pain, and he could see the faces of other innocent lives he had taken throughout his life. "Why…why…WHY?!" he yelled into the night sky, kneeling towards the ground while his hands clutched the sides of head, covering his ears from the voices that suddenly appeared everywhere. Murderer…demon…monster…all of the voices of the people he killed were around him and they just wouldn't leave.
Somewhere nearby, a well known heiress to the Hyuga family was walking alone quietly after having spent some time with her friends. "Kiba and Shino could be such a handful," Hinata said while laughing, recalling how Akamaru played around them until he made Kiba accidentally spill some ramen over Shino. She silently kept to herself as she continued down the path to Hyuga residence. That is until she heard someone cry down the street next to her. She quickly froze, unsure what to do as she stared down the empty street. Though she had grown slightly more matured now after her time in the chunin exams, she still had a fear of taking charge of things alone. She cursed herself mentally for not being able to do anything while some poor soul suffered for reasons she didn't know. At first she just wanted to walk away, ignoring the cries she heard, but her heart couldn't let her leave without at least trying to help whoever it was. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the street and began walking slowly down the dimly lit sidewalks.