Why…
Why…
Why…
Sleep evaded him as fear seeped into his every cell. He curled into himself as the full moon cast the full force of its glow on him. He shuddered in pain. There were whispers in his head, whispers of evil thing that weren't there before.
Was it that nice old man? No, this voice was different, it was in his head.
Besides that the old man was sitting beside him with a smile… or maybe smile was the wrong word. Grin was probably better. Yes, a grin, a scary grin that made the nice old man not look so nice anymore.
Why…
Why…
Why…
Why wasn't his voice working? What was going on?
He looked over at the old man, the man who had found him when he was lost and said he worked for his uncle Gaara. The old man seemed nice enough, said he would contact his family, so he went with the man.
Was that a mistake? How long had it been since he had gotten separated from his mother and father? They must be worried about him.
Why…
Why…
Why…
Why was it so warm? It felt like some kind of energy was being poured into him, so strong and fast it felt like his body might be pulled apart by the force of the chakra. And what was that glowing around him?
He gasped. It was black now and he couldn't see anything except a large sandy raccoon type thing that was far larger than he was.
Why…
Why…
Why…
Why was it glaring at him? What was it complaining about being 'sealed in another brat'? He didn't understand. He didn't, couldn't…
He shook his head out of the memory as the teacher called on him. Reflecting on that first night wouldn't help him at all. He just had to focus on what was going on now. Had to so he would keep control and no one would find out what he was. His family, friends, everyone…
As far as anyone else was concerned he was just Shikadai Nara. Son of Temari and Shikamaru and nephew to the Kazekage Gaara. They would never know he was the new jinchuuriki to the one tailed beast because as far as they were concerned he wasn't. He was just a plain human going to school to become a ninja like his parents.
No use in asking why anymore. He had long since learned there were no answers left behind.
So this is an idea I've had for a while now. It took me a while but I finally got the wording the way I like it. I would love to know what you think. Good, bad? Should I continue this or leave it as a one-shot? If I make it longer about how long? Two-shot, three-shot, ten chapters, more?
Anyway thanks for reading!