Scars
Summary: They say you've never been cut… so why do I see so many scars? – Something I thought should have been to Gaara at least once while he was going from psycho to panda. ^/^
Naruto was sad as he looked at Gaara, who looked so scared.
"I know how it feels to scream and no one comes to help. How it feels to be unloved, to hear the whispers of people who want you death. To think your name is monster, freak… demon," Naruto said quietly and Gaara's eyes widened more.
'Someone… like me?'
"I was like you once, was going to lose myself to the hate, prove to everyone they were right," Naruto paused.
"What – What stopped you? What makes you so strong?" Gaara stammered.
Naruto thought of Haku and smiled. "My precious people," he said softly.
'Iruka-sensei.'
'Sakura-chan.'
'Sasuke-teme.'
'Kakashi-sensei.'
'Haku and Zabuza.'
'Hokage-jiji.'
"They cared for me and showed me love and friendship; they pulled me away from the void and made me strong. Strong enough to protect them; strong enough so once day I can die for them," Naruto said firmly.
Gaara frowned. 'I have no one but myself," he said.
Naruto chuckled breathlessly. "That's not true," he replied.
Just as he said this, the other two sand siblings and Sasuke appeared. They took defensive stances.
"No more," Gaara said weakly. "I'm done."
Temari and Kankuro were shocked but complied; Kankuro carefully lifting his brother up with Termari gently holding him upright.
"Sakura?" Naruto asked softly.
Sasuke didn't look away. "Fine, the sand released her," he replied.
Naruto nodded slightly. "Gaara," he called.
The sand siblings stopped. "We are the same. We get cut, then heal, and yet we are covered in scars."
Gaara was unsurprisingly silent.
End.
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