Well, to clear some things up before reading, Gaara is a little kid in this fanfiction, and still believes Shukaku is his mother. Yashumaru is gone on a mission, or something. And when Yashumaru is away, Shukaku comes out to play.
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A monster. That's what they call me. They think I don't know what they're whispering about when I walk past, but I do. They think I'm not old enough to understand what it means to be a demon, but I do.
The sand billowed through the quiet city I was looking down upon.
"Let's kill them all." Mother whispered, "They won't look down on you anymore." My hands shook, and I clenched them together.
"No, mother." I replied, "Yashumaru wouldn't be happy."
"Who cares about him?" She said, "He doesn't love you. Nobody loves you. Why should you listen to him?" I nodded.
"You're right." I said, beginning to grin. "Why should I?
"Yes, my dear, listen to me." 'Mother' purred. "They are worthless, our prey. And right now, I need to be fed. Will you feed me, my darling?" I spotted a civilian running down the main street of the otherwise empty city.
"Yes, mother." I giggled, her insanity coursing through my veins.
I killed the civilian mercilessly, ignoring his screams of terror, relishing the blood that sprayed onto me, and laughed when I heard his last breath gurgle up and out of his mouth as his life was extinguished.
"Yes, yes Gaara." Mother sighed. "You're such a good son." I beamed at her praise, and stuck my finger into one of the many puddles of blood and licked it.
Maybe I am a monster. But it doesn't matter anymore. They are my prey, and I don't care what they think.
...At least, that was what I told myself.