This is my first fanfic for Naruto. I wrote one a few years ago but I ended up hating it so much I deleted it. This Fanfiction will be a Naruto/femGaara pairing only, and I couldn't care less about any other opinions on this matter. There just aren't enough of them around; I mean seriously they would make the best couple. Anyway, here is the first chapter.


Shouts and screams of joy, streamers, fireworks and the general sense joviality made the village of Konoha simply thrum with positive energy. All was happy in this village, all was well, all but one small child.

A seven year old Naruto winced as a pair of black shinobi sandals walked just a step too close to his hiding spot for comfort; he knew that the beatings on his birthday were always worse for some reason, although the villagers tended to leave his space on the Hokage monument alone during the festival period, the opposite held true for their shinobi counterparts. The Hokage monument was where all the shinobi celebrated their history and the sacrifice of the Yondaime Hokage in killing the Kyuubi no Kitsune.

He was always the one left out, always alone; even with Iruka-sensei he could always see a hint of disgust in his eyes whenever he looked his way. The only people in the village who ever seemed to care about his condition was his jiji the third hokage and the Ichiraku family at the ramen stand. The most he could hope for was the cold indifference that some of the villagers would give him as though he did not even exist to them, however even sometimes that was worse than the glares and beatings he would receive from the others, a reminder that even in one of the largest and most powerful villages in the Elemental nations he was truly alone.

And that was the situation he was in currently, cowering in a bush with a kunai clutched to his chest. It truly was amusing how wasteful shinobi were when practicing in the various training grounds, when searching one could always find discarded kunai, abandoned traps and target logs often studded with kunai and shuriken, and while not always in the best repair, they were still a means of defending himself from the roving bands of drunk civilians that would always make attempts to hunt him down on this day.

'Hopefully I can last the night without being discovered' thought the young boy as he started to nod off from within his bush not noticing the dog-masked ANBU wall-walking up the cliff behind him.


A young girl with short red hair was crying in the corner of the street, not even bothering to look up when registering the clink of a trio of wind enhanced kunai simply bouncing off her sand that had jumped up immediately to protect her, nor did she even register the scream of her would-be assassin as the sand retaliated with a mind of its own to hunt and kill her attacker. Gaara was alone and she always would be, not only because of the burden that she was constantly reminded of by the screams and curses of the villagers but by the fact that she did not even know the feeling of a warm hug, the feeling warmth as someone holds another's hand, all of this blocked by the one thing that kept her alive, the sand. As much as she wished she could end it the sand would never allow it.

Slowly picking herself up from the dirt of the street corner she raised herself to begin the journey home, back to Yashamaru and the only refuge she had within the entirety of Sunagakure-no-sato.

Upon arriving home she was greeted by the worried face of her uncle Yashamaru. "Gaara-chan where have you been, it's starting to get cold now you shouldn't stay too late on the streets" came the worried voice of her uncle. "But Yashamaru I don't even feel cold, and the sand is always warm" she replied.

The small family were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yashamaru Kazekage-sama wishes to see you" came the clipped and yet harshly grating voice of the lizard masked ANBU on the other side of the door, "I'm on my way, won't be a minute" replied the brown-haired nin.

Turning to the expectant Gaara he knelt down, "I'm just going to be gone for a bit, dinner is in the pot on the stove, leave some for me" he ended in a humorous tone before turning to follow the ANBU in a suna-shunshin.


Kakashi truly did wish he could hate the boy, after all, the monster sealed inside him did take away his sensei and his wife and another tailed beast was responsible for the mission in which his team-mates died. However whenever he looked his way he could only see the boy, lonely and tired, with eyes he had so-far only seen on the faces of experienced nin.

Kakashi truly did want to hate the boy and that was why he was currently walking at a leisurely pace up the side of the hokage monument behind the cowering boy, he wanted to hate him with all his might, but even then he couldn't hate Naruto, he couldn't glower at him with those eyes that would glow with hate, he could not even dislike the boy. Kakashi simply could not hate Naruto and that is why without an ounce of killer intent he silently walked up to the sleeping child and prepared to take him from his hiding place.

Suddenly he faintly felt the killing intent of several people directed at the very place which he was approaching.

'Naruto' was his fast and frantic thought as he channelled chakra to his feet in order to reach him before the others. But who had detected him; his place was hidden well enough to fool most chuunin, a cursory glance revealed a still smirking Hyuuga elder. The whine of shuriken parting the air waking the boy before being stopped by some force with a soft clink, not looking a gift horse in the mouth Kakashi quickly picked up the suddenly unconscious boy in order to make his escape, after batting off another few shuriken with a few kunai thrown in he made haste in his objective to flee the scene heading in the direction of the Hokage tower.

Nobody noticed in the dim and flickering light of the celebration fires the slow disappearance of a near transparent wall of green crystals.


The third Hokage was happy, his paperwork for the day was finished, his grandson was enjoying the festival instead of his constant attempts to 'assassinate' him and the civilian council was too busy enjoying the festival to bother him with more pointless attempts to get him to kill Naruto with newer and more intricately worded requests or ancient laws. Finally free to enjoy and admire true art in the form of a little orange book.

Wiping away a stray nose-bleed he was almost not fast enough in hiding his book before a flustered Inu-masked ANBU burst through the window carrying an unconscious but apparently unhurt Naruto upon his back.

"Inu, report" the hokage ordered. "I found him on top of the hokage monument trying to wait out the night, however a Hyuuga managed to detect him and turned the crowd of shinobi on the monument onto him," reported Kakashi, however what interests me is that it seems someone else was on the monument watching over him". This intrigued the Hokage; so far the majority of his shinobi force had contented themselves with their resemblance of the civilian populace in their treatment of Naruto. "A few shinobi loosed of some shuriken and kunai at Naruto before I could reach him however they were stopped by something just short of Naruto by some unseen force, I was able to detect a spike of chakra when the kunai were stopped but it was only Naruto's chakra I could detect in the spike".

'This sounds interesting' thought the aged hokage, 'if this feeling in the back of my head is correct then Konoha may have to give some form of recognition to young Naruto, if not for the new protection he will be given then definitely for the new kekkei genkai that he will bring'.


Gaara sat upon the roof of the small house she shared with her uncle; it had been a day since he had disappeared in the middle of the night without explanation, and the events of that night had weighed heavily on her mind however Yashamaru still refused to give her an answer to what was troubling him so. She recalled the events that had happened later that night, Yashamaru had stumbled in with an aimless look in his eye and his skin had adopted an almost unhealthy pallor, he had then stumbled over to his room ignoring Gaara's attempts to lead him to the kitchen to have him eat his leftover dinner.

Gaara was broken from her musing by the clang of a kunai bouncing off of her automatic defence, turning quickly she was just in time to see a masked shinobi follow up his first attack with several more kunai guided by chakra strings. Gaara watched on frozen as her sand moved forwards once again on its own and slammed into the shinobi with tremendous force, slamming him into the wall behind him with a sickening crack.

Curious as to why the sand had decided to spare this one Gaara approached cautiously and removed the mask only to reveal, Yashamaru, her own uncle had betrayed her by attempting to kill her, her one precious person in the entire village. It was then she realised she never had any precious people, she was always alone, she always would be. The one person she had trusted, the person that told her that he loved her and taught her what love was had just tried to kill her.

With a start Yashamaru opened his eyes to look into the terrified and hurt eyes that Gaara was looking at him with. It hurt him too, he never wanted to break his trust with her, while he was only her uncle she had always been closer more of a daughter to him however the Kazekage had ordered that he needed his weapon to be tested to prove her control over the Shukaku. His eyes clouded over with a new resolve, as much as it hurt him to do this he still had a mission to do.

Yashamaru proceeded to tell her what the Kazekage had ordered him to tell her, namely the altered story of her mother's passing, the hidden hatred he was supposed to have kept simmering for her and the truth of her name, Gaara, the self-loving carnage. Mustering the courage to look into her eyes for the last time he knew that he would never be able to live with himself after what he had done, not that he wasn't dying already, he was an accomplished medic nin and knew just from feeling that his back was broken and he could not feel anything from his chest down. With one last sad look to Gaara he said his last words to her; "goodbye Gaara, I love you" as the paper bombs within his jacket exploded taking killing him while Gaara was saved by her sand. She lay there for several hours near the scorch mark that was once her uncle not noticing the ANBU that surrounded her investigating the explosion, nor did she notice the ANBU that were crushed by her sand as soon as they attempted to get near her. Finally moving off to report the failure of Yashamaru's mission the area was cleared leaving one distraught seven year old girl to suffer the village alone now.

Yes I am giving him Shoton now deal with it, also as the title suggests he will be a swordsman and as the denomination also suggests he will be trained in the style of the seven swordsmen of Kirigakure.