Finder77: I don't own Naruto.
Gaara's POV:
I was alone, completely alone. I walked down the streets and people would ignore me or run away. I couldn't count the number of times I've heard people talking about me behind my back. I never had a friend. Not even my family accepted me. I was hated, ignored, abused, and neglected. Everything was wrong, especially me and I didn't even know why.
I would go to a playground when I was little and none of the kids would play with me. I wasn't needed by anyone. I wasn't allowed to feel I existed. I would walk into a crowed place and a path would quickly open up to me. Not because they were letting me by, but because they didn't want to get within range of me. It made me feel like I had a contagious disease they didn't want to catch.
Then there's Naruto. He's lived the same life as me about as much as he's lived the opposite. Pretty much everyone hated him, just like me. But he had friends. And I had no one but myself. He managed to change his life, a Jinchūriki's life, from a living Hell to almost normalcy. He always spoke loudly, holding his ground and never giving up. When he fell, he always picked himself up, even without the help of his friends.
I look back on my memories of the Chunin exams from the moonlit rooftops of Suna. I sit and watch the stars go by as I wonder, How does he do it? How does he come out of Hell unscathed? I figure I'll ask Naruto the next time I see him.
I smile as I realize he probably doesn't even know himself.
Finder77: Yay! X3 If you can even consider this a yaoi, this is my first, but I didn't plan on it being that way.