Okay so this is basically a TOTALLY made up story about Karura, Gaara's mom, and ummmmmm i guess what happens to her. There's like almost no info on her, so everything i detail that isn't from Naruto is FICTIONAL. It's pretty short. Like, I know I'm rushing this a bit. But ummmmm enjoy!
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by dude. I am not him.
The sun was shining on the day she died. There was no fanfare over her passing. No complication. The complication was from the life she gave, not the death she took. And he was there, letting it all happen.
He was a year her senior. She watched him train in the courtyard, passing glances that she knew would lead nowhere. She didn't plan to become a kunoichi. She was being trained in two ways, one at home. Her father's restaurant was her battleground, and she enjoyed fighting there rather than the shinobi world. But still, had she been in his year, she would've continued to train as long as he, just to stay near him. As it was, she would always be a bit behind him. That was probably why she didn't notice that all those times she'd peeked at his perfect form and strike, he was looking back.
She was 15, and green to the world. She knew nothing of love, only that it seemed a far and unattainable thing. So when he took her lips the first time, she fell completely and unshakably under his spell. And that was how she continued to love him. Admiration overshadowed any real love; her constant elation that he'd chosen her - with her small eyes and thin frame and weakness - was what she confused with love.
They were at a celebration of the Kazekage's. He had approached her, so casually and off-handed that she felt he had begun talking mostly to himself. When he said he would become Kazekage one day, she agreed whole-heartedly, remembering his prowess in the shinobi arts. She had not recognized that ability was driven by violence. He seemed happy she agreed with him. He talked to her the rest of the night, looking at her as though in a new light, as though she was suddenly beautiful. She imagined herself the luckiest girl in the world, and gazed into those dark eyes like the universe lay behind them.
He walked her home. Did he know her name? She knew his - Iwao, Iwao, Iwao.[1] It meant "stone man" and was he ever![2] Just when she would begin to doubt his love, he would rgab her chin and pull her into a kiss that made the ground slip away from her. But then he'd be marble. Cold. His brows knit together as he fired kunai. She recalled having a conversation with him as shuriken drew a circle about her head. She trusted him, though, and never flinched. Somehow, without either of them noticing it, he had made her stronger. His aloofness hardened her emotions, his intelligence had pushed her to learn. It didn't register until her father told her she needed to be warmer to the customers.
She was stunned. Talking to people had always come easy, but when she reflected upon it, she realized her small talk at the tables had turned a bit....small-talky. She had trouble communicating with her parents. It scared her. She spent some time away from him, and relearned the warm touch of sensitivity.
She angered him with her absence.
That night she was to receive the first of his blows. It shocked her, and his repentance seemed genuine after, as though he too was appalled by his own actions. But that opened the floodgates. What was one became two, and each time he'd apologize and she's forgive him, because the false love that bound her was too strong to let go. She couldn't imagine being without him, breathing without him. So when he brought her back to his house, she allowed him to pull her in farther then she thought she'd be willing to go.
Was it his first time also? He was rough. He was tender. It amazed her, how his apparent love could fill her up like this, make her feel as though her heart would burst with emotion. She was so in love, so foolishly caught in his net. She thought this bliss was what he could give her.
He proposed. She said yes in a blink. They were married swiftly, so young still. She was 18 now, and he was a jounin.[3] Impossibly good. So when the Third Kazekage mysteriously vanished, it was a clear choice to elect him Kazekage, although he was extremely young. The people loved him, or so she thought. It had been fear, knowing he was so impossibly powerful that kept everyone in line. She saw less of him. When she did, she began to get a certain kind of feeling.
This feeling was that she was his opposite, and he kept her as though to balance out his chakra. That though she loved him, he only liked her. Enough, though. Just enough for her to hold on in desperate hopes that she could make him love her.
She was stupid, so stupid. Lovestruck little fool, she'd tell herself, you need to get out of this. He hit you. He hits you. That is not love.[4] But she was also stupid enough to ignore that smart comment. She stayed.
And she got pregnant.
Temari. Her little girl was born a shinobi. Kankurou. Mommy's little boy was his father in form, a cute little imp she often had to rescue from Temari.
But the last child was everything. The son she never knew would be her last child, her last love.
[1] - he doesnt actually have a name. this is made up.
[2] - wait until her second son is born!
[3] - we dont really know their ages at any time, but in Gaara's memory when we first see his daddy, he looks pretty young. So.........yeah.
[4] - loveisnotabuse.c om; reminded me of this.