Gaara of the Darkness

by Witchdoctr

Naruto was never the type to give up easily.The new kid, the redhead, won't talk to him, but that's fine. Naruto can talk enough for both of them. He wants Gaara as a friend. But he doesn't realize that being Gaara's friend involves a lot more than patience and persistence.

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or anything Naruto-ish. Which includes Gaara. *sighs*

Slam.

Slam.

Bang.

A groan. A whimper. Silence. A pause. The door swung open and hasty footsteps might've been heard if sharp ears had been listening. Another door opened and then shut. There was laughter, a fermented and evil kind of noise with no real happiness, just satisfaction and...madness. He laughed again, quietly and cruelly and the proceeded to fall asleep. He wasn't going to lose any sleep over what he'd just done. Another door swung open, a different door, farthest away from their father's door. The girl peered at his door anxiously, then crept across the floorboards. Thankfully, they weren't too squeaky and she made her way more or less silently and made it to her brother's door without detection. She tugged on the door handle. "Gaara?"

She closed his door behind her and almost stepped on her brother.

He was laying on the floor, curled into a fetal position, a protective position. He was shaking. Crying. Quietly.

Temari fell to her knees and touched his shoulder gently. He flinched away from her. "Gaara, it's me. It's Temari," she said gently. He relaxed a little. "What did he do this time?" she asked, fearing the answer. He shook his head frantically, eyes wide with hopelessness and hurt. And she saw it. "That monster-"

On his forehead was a bloody mark, carved into his pale skin with cruel intention, the kanji symbol for love.

That sick bastard.

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