PROLOG: Gaa-ruesome Truth
As long as I can remember, I have had this power... The power to control sand.
I have known how to control it even before I knew how to walk. Most people would think this is strange, and they are probably right. But these powers are not my own. I did not teach my self, and I did not have a tutor. I got them from the creature that was sealed inside of me. Sadly, this creature is still here…
He is the one who controls the sand.
He is the one who kills everyone for no apparent reason.
He is the one who makes my life a living hell.
He is the curse in my awful life, and I have to live with it. And I have for over thirteen years.
He speaks to me, Shukaku the demon, in my sleep. Or what you normal people would call meditating since I am still conscious, only sitting still for many hours of the night. He tells me of his good old days before he was sealed in my fucked up body of a cage.
If I would ever fall asleep, he would tell me about my future in full flaunt rage. He said I would be alone. I would have no one to care for me except for him. That everyone would hate me with a passion. Though I have only fallen asleep once or twice, his words haunt me like a nightmare.
His awful cruel words… Horrible to one whom has no life, love, or happiness.
Because of his influence, and almost against my will, the only cure of my sadness is the blood of battle. Oh, to watch the enemies eyes twinkle in horror as they stare into our blood stained sands, seeing their only future: their death. The delightful blood that showers over me like the light rainfall in the middle of spring is extremely addicting. I am always caught up in the moment of their bloody death, but only seconds later do I scorn myself with harmful threats.
'Shukaku is doing this to you! You must find something else to show your rage besides ending innocent lives! His words will come true if you continue with your gruesome bloodlust!'
And that's usually when Shukaku starts laughing: 'We have already killed too many for your 'kind' words to effect us. Pipe down and enjoy the show. It will happen till the day you die!'
I shudder in disgust at his words. When will I die? Can I die? His sands protect me from the largest sword to the smallest drop of poison. I have tried to take my life along with others too many times.
No success.
Only a bloody carpet and the sound of cruel laughter crackling in the back of my mind.
His sand also controls me more than what people would think. I always have on a sand shell to protect myself. Shukaku, the evil tanuki demon, can control my movements and my behavior toward others.
I would want to talk to Temari or Kankuro, my siblings, and try to have piece with them. Sadly, Shukaku molds our sand into a scowl on my face, and a fighting position with my body. Then my own blood would shriek in fright and run away.
If only they would look farther into my eyes and see the true me trapped in these chains of sand.
If only people wouldn't run when they see me shriek in pain and think I am howling in rage.
If only there was one single person who would and could walk past Shukakus sands and save me from this awful hell.
But these wishes will never come true.
I am reminded this year after year.
Second after second.
Dream after dream.
No one will wish to see past the hard sandy shell of Subaku no Gaara.
No one will want to break the chains and set me free.
No one has and no one will.
I look to the moon every night and it speaks to me.
''Your life is a curse. Do not go hunting for some one who is not there. You are and always will be chained away. Subaku no Gaara, you are Shukaku.'