THIS FANFICTION HAD BEEN TAKEN DOWN FOR REVISION.
IF YOU WERE UP TO DATE WITH MY NEWEST CHAPTERS BEFORE IT WAS TAKEN DOWN THE WARNING IS THAT THERE ARE A FEW CHANGES.
ALSO I WILL BE UPDATING CHAPTERS AS SOON AS I FIND THAT I AM SATISFIED WITH THEIR CHANGES.
I AM TRULY SORRY FOR THE INCONVINACE.
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A Mind Unbound By Jesses Dark Heart (A Gaara/Oc Not so Fairy Tale Love Story)
Disclaimer: This is purely fan made. I do not own any characters of Naruto (though it certainly would be kick ass if I did) the only rights I hold are of my OC that's it. The plot is mine too.
Saying it only Once: I know some fans of Naruto hate OC pairings so just gunna say this once -If you disagree with OC pairings then don't read! That is all.-
Extras: I really hope you enjoy the story because really Gaara is my all time favorite character. Ever. =) I also was a little bummed that he didn't get his own love story so I decided to create one for him! :D
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Chapter 1:
Our memories intertwine
There is nothing to this darkness. It is so hollow and the wounds are too fresh to fade. Why can't I breathe freely without the images slinking through my mind and the voices leaking past my ears? The loneliness. The sorrow. Make it stop. Make is stop. MAKE IT STOP!
Its hurts, like scars burning purely out of the vivid memories that haunt every nightmare.
Like faces being ripped from existence and never thought of again.
"You're not stable." They'd say, "You're a weapon."
"You're a MONSTER."
My eyes widen as a beat filters within me. Time stops for but a moment, yet to me it is like an eternity of chaotic torture that spiraled within a second of tainted words. A monster? Is that what you all think? That I am but a monster with no soul?
"I-
I…" A pain so intense starts to split apart my psyche, white hot pain globing up my vision with black dots and red flashes. Stumbling backwards I grab my head, trying to desperately to keep it together. If I let go, it feels as if it will crack into many pieces and burst everywhere. It's so painful. It feels as if I am dying, like each of my organs are being put to sleep, one by one. Clutching the remnants of my soul together I let loose a blood curdling shriek that rips from my throat with raw power. It pierces the air and fills up the empty spaces of the field where I stand cornered. The sound of my voice roars like claps of thunder and hurls the Lightning Daimyō backwards, bodies' bones crack and slam against each other. The sounds of bones breaking so loud, it nearly rivals my shrieks. The voices in my head grow louder and louder, it's like millions of people screeching through clogged throats and tumbling tears. Yet, one out of all of them, somehow louder then all the rest lets their harsh laughter echo in the catacombs of my mind.
"They-" The voice says.
"They" I repeat, my voice horse from my throat ripped to shreds by my screaming.
"MUST DIE!" We chant in unison, our voices intertwined. Like a law suddenly being put in placed. All I remember after that is the blood, all the blood and marrow of bones. I remember my eyes turning yellow and bringing my blood stained fingers to my lips and tasting it. I smiled the most gruesome, bloodthirsty smile. We slingshot forward-then the darkness inside fully engulfs me.
All I was left with was the tattered cries of men and women being torn to itty bitty pieces. Every part of me that is trapped in the dark bellowed out in laughter, but the little fragment that was still me, sat in the corner of my mind and cried.
My eyes snap open, the sun a forgiving medicine for the disease that plagues me in my sleep. It has almost been half a year since that all happened-since I let Futatsu out. Sometimes I call her Chi, its short for chimei-tekina hebi which means deadly serpent. The perfect name for her. She is full of venom, her heart as cold and hard as a crystallized stone. It's hard to get through a night without listening to the whispers she lets drift from her lips. Her words are toxic sometimes I wonder if they are poisoning my insides. Boiling my soul to black gush, as thick as ink and as slick as oil.
I pick a piece of tall grass and twirl it around my thumb, then proceed to stick it into my mouth. The clouds are thick and fluffy in the sky; sometimes I wish…that I could be as free as the clouds. No matter how hard you try to catch them, they are always too far above to be brought down. That's not like me though… I'm more like the dirt. Being trampled on by random feet and never thought about, not even once. Am I really an abomination? Does my life really mean nothing? Then why was I born? Why am I here? What could possibly tie me to this earth?
I hold up my hand to the sun and study the designs on my skin. I know the tiny heart scar on the tip of my middle finger well. I remember HIM making it when I was only eight years old. Somewhere inside I ached, he had said if even I remained as hopeless and lonely like I was at least I could carry a bit of his love with me forever. Then there are the black curls that twist around my arm with a spidery effect, they actually all connect to the base of my spine. The designs travel up my backbone, outlining the bones then wrapping around to the front of my stomach. Some spiked curves have started to appear on my thighs and the ones on my arms have only just appeared two years ago. I figure that it's because of Chi inside me. The more a snake ages, the more the designs on their bodies start to become more vivid and detailed. Chi always seems to rise closer and closer to the surface each passing year. Sometimes it worries me to think she is just a thin layer from injecting herself into my psyche. If such a fate were to befall me…I wonder if anyone would even think to care.
No. A person would first have to care about me before caring about Chi corrupting me. Sighing I close my eyes and try to pretend I am in nothing but a dream. Could it be so wrong to wish that life was a little more accepting?
There is a rustling in the brush nearby, my ears twitch at the sound. I never even once considered how far I have traveled from the land of lightning. Quickly removing the Hidden Cloud Village head band from my forearm I retie it around my upper thigh so that it remains concealed under my pleated skirt. That should keep anyone from really questioning me, without an enemy band they'll be forced to assume that I am from their village. Even if they haven't ever seen my face before.
Being a rouge ninja is more or less a crime, usually any ninja who decides to leave their village and roam free have typically committed some sort of sin and depart as a way to never be caught and prosecuted for it. Any ninja who is considered rouge will be captured and returned to their village so their Daimyō can punish as they see fit. Well…that is if the rouges name isn't in the Bingo Book. If the rouges name is given out as a high alert for any massacre that was committed by their hands, heh-well their life is over. As for me? Who knows? If the Village hidden in the Clouds actually had the back bone to put out my name for our allies then I know my fate. If not, its still a lose if I get caught. If another Village got a hold of me and decided to return me to that hell hole of a scum drain then I'd be executed without trail. My offense would simply be the crime of existing. Of leaving a stain on the blanket of humanity. What a precious misconception.
Deciding to take the more cautious approach, I climb up the nearest tree and wait. It's only been a few seconds since the nearby rustling. It'll only take a few more seconds to decide if I want to interact with the person who appears before me.
Somewhere inside me though, I knew that it wouldn't really matter who walked out of the brush.
Just to have a few mere moments of human contact, to hear someone else's voice that isn't my own. To listen to someone else's opinion other than Chi's… Could heaven really be this close to my grasp?
