Series
Blood and Sand:
A deal is a deal
A fan fiction story
Prologue
The desert was hot. Sand was blowing in the wind, tangling itself into the young boy's bright red hair. He was alone, in the middle of a sandstorm with no idea where he was going. It was like this for many years of his life. The reason why? What lay asleep inside him was something vicious that should never be unleashed, a monster.
His name was Gaara and he was alone. Crying for most of his days, not being able to sleep due to the terrible voice inside his head, it would not be long till he would go insane.
Meanwhile, in a small village hidden in the leaves, lived a young girl roughly around the same age as him. She lived a carefree life with an ambition of becoming a Jounin.
But that was then, this is now.
Chapter 1
The sun had shone brightly above the village, it had just risen and it was already producing its rays of light. In a small house in the center of the town lived young Sakura who was preparing herself for the day ahead of her. she was enrolled in the ninja academy and trained immensely to achieve her goal of becoming a Jounin and teach other students the way of the shinobi.
"Morning already?" she groaned softly.
With a small sigh, she rose slowly to her feet forcing her eyes open. She then gathered her things and walked down the narrow hallway the bathroom.
She raked the large brush through her blossom pink hair until it was sleek and straight. She removed her sleeping garments and stared at her flawless body in the mirror, her jade eyes making sure that it still remained that way. She smiled when she realized that her slender figure hadn't changed one bit, though she still obsessed over her rather large forehead. She entered the somewhat huge bathtub and began to scrub herself down until she was sure she was clean. The daily routine had become second nature and she sat and wondered what other people did in the morning.
They are hot on my trail
Gaara thought to himself as he ran through the thick desert that seemed to go on forever. It had been three days that Gaara had been running from the trackers but only now had they discovered him in this vast space. He could have easily overcome them without getting so much as a scratch on him, but he didn't want to continue his destructive habits which were the only ones he knew. He could sense that they were not far behind him and the closer they neared, the more agitated the monster within him got.
"We have spotted the boy; we are not far behind him now." The tracker ninja explained through his communication device.
There was a faint voice on the other side that sounded angered at the fact that Gaara had not been caught yet.
Gaara was sure that it was one of the members from the council; the men that were chasing him now were probably hired to bring him back to the village.
The desert stretched on and Gaara found it hard to contain himself. The thirst for blood was staring to kick in and the monster begged him for the pleasure of killing someone's innocent soul. He tightened his knuckles, and pushed his body to move on.
I am not a monster! He screamed in his head.
Keep telling yourself that and you will surely go insane.The monster smirked sadistically.
I am not a monster! He repeated again.
Who are you trying to convince me or you? Stop lying to yourself, you know what you really are, don't deny it. The monster's wounds stung deep.
A bead of sweat trickled down his pale skin as he fought the bloodlust that was building inside him. It wouldn't be long until he would be completely taken over by the urge to kill.
The sun was beating down hard on him. Though he didn't mind the heat, it intensified his sudden craving of flesh. The sound of silent footsteps could be heard behind him. He froze in his tracks.