Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Naruto.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Naruto fic, so I hope you all like it!
PROLOGUE
"Aiko, did you know that in Suna, there is a monster that everyone fears?" My eyes widened in awe at my mom's words.
"Really? What does he do?" my eight-year-old self asked.
"His name is Gaara. He kills people for fun and shows no mercy to anyone, not even children like you," she explained, her gentle voice trembling. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Why does he like killing? And why would it matter if I'm in Konoha and he lives in Suna?" This confused me. Why would someone want others to die? Did he not know that when you kill someone, they don't come back?
"He's an awful person. That's why you need to make sure you're always on your best behavior, so he doesn't come after you. And he's strong. You never know when he might decide to come to our village." I tilted my head.
"Have you ever met him?"
"No, bu-"
"Then how do you know he's awful?" I cut off.
"Well, it's jus-"
"Don't you always tell me not to judge people by what others say about people? Then why are you judging this Gaara person?" My mom started to look upset. I didn't understand why. I was just reminding her of what she had told me.
"I just know! Gaara is a terrible person and he shouldn't even be allowed to exist!" I gasped. Why was my mom getting so angry? Why would she say something like that?
"Mom! You can't say that when you've never even met him! Why would yo-"
"He killed your father!" she screamed. I froze and so did she. I didn't know what to say. My dad was like a taboo subject for us. I loved my dad. He taught me all about ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu. He taught me how to use all kinds of weapons, ranging from swords to bows and arrows. And I just found out he was supposedly killed by some monster. My mom let out a long, tired sigh and plopped down onto the couch.
"Mom…" I tried to say.
"Honey, please, just… can you let me be alone… just for the rest of the day?" I lowered my head in shame and nodded. I quietly left the room and laid down on my bed, slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.
THE NEXT DAY
"Mom?" My eyes were wide with shock at the sight of the corpse. Blood was splattered around the room. The crimson liquid was dripping down my mother's body, her mouth open in a silent, scream. All that the culprit left… was a few grains of sand, littering the body.
FOUR YEARS LATER
I brushed my hair out of my face and smiled into the mirror. Today was the day of the exams. This would decide whether I would graduate the academy and become a full-fledged ninja. I would be assigned a team and go on missions with them. I flinched as I looked at the picture frame on my counter.
Gaara had killed my mother and father without any mercy, but for some reason, I didn't hold any grudge against him. I didn't hate him with every fiber of my being. To this day, I live by my mother's words. "Don't judge someone by what other people say about him."
I wouldn't judge Gaara until I meet him. When I meet him, I will finally decide whether he's someone to hate… or someone to defend.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: What did you guys think? I absolutely love Gaara and Sasuke! They're so cool! If you liked it, FOLLOW, FAVORITE, and REVIEW!
