Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
"You don't want to go near that one."
Gaara looked up at Yashamaru frowning.
"Why?"
His Uncle looked at him, brilliant green eyes dull in the heat of the sun, "She's damaged goods."
Gaara froze, his heart speeding up, "Like…like me?"
"No." There is a pause after the word. "No, not like you."
Gaara's shoulders slumped.
"Oh."
Yashamaru pats his head. He leans into the touch—it has been so long—and—and—
Gaara doesn't look at the small, green-eyed girl with the pink hair for a long, long time.
New Story! It's gonna be short chapters too. Hope you all enjoy! Tell me your thoughts :)