Chapter 1, Can't Sleep.
Gaara ran as quietly as he could up the circular staircase at the end of the hall. Finally, he reached his destination, the roof. He was met with a blast of crisp night air. He found his way to the edge of the roof thinking, why would daddy want to kill me? I thought he loved me?! That thought had triggered it, silent tears began to pour from sea foam green eyes.
Huh!? What's this? Gaara didn't know what was going on. It was like the sand was trying to comfort him in some way, as it swirled gently around him.
It was nice just sitting there for a while under the icy moonlight, with the soft rustling of the sand about him.
What was that? He wondered what he heard being carried on the wind. It sounded like a little girl whispering. Nah… I bet it was my dad cursing me from the tower. And with that, the small whisper intensified into an angry yell that shook the building as if an earthquake had hit it. This effectively knocked Gaara off his perch on the edge of the roof, and sent him falling toward the hard ground below.
He closed his eyes to await the pain that he knew would come with impact, but it never came. Instead, he landed into a soft, sturdy pair of open arms. Why would anyone want to save me?! He thought, shocked, as he tried to look upon the face of his savior in the now fading moonlight.
As he looked up, he saw nothing. So, whose arms are these? Gaara asked him self, slightly afraid. Gaara knew that the arms would not hurt him, because if they were sent by his father to kill him, they wouldn't have saved him.
The mysterious arms grew, and made a cradle, with Gaara leaning up against the side of them. It's so soft… was his only thought as they took off, and Gaara found himself on the roof once again. The arms… smell like blood. He thought as he finally looked at what had saved him. It's the sand! His cradle dispersed, and he landed on his feet.
Gaara's eyes flashed black with four gold diamonds surrounding a gold pupil, "Liar!" he screamed at the same time the small voice said "Gomen asai."
The sand flared up around him, swirling and jumping sporadically, with the intent to kill those that wished to do him harm. Gaara was him self again, but with a massive (kind'a hangover-ish) headache.
He again saw the sand around him and it scared him. He let out a scream of terror that only a confusion as great as his could produce. The sand instantly stopped with his scream, and came slowly to him. This frightened Gaara more, but he stood still and made no sound, as his headache faded away.
The sand came to a stop at his feet, and paused, almost in indecision. Gaara stared at it in question, wondering what its next move would be. Hesitantly, it swam over Gaara's bare foot and conformed to it. Gaara wiggled his toes and the sand moved with them, "kind of like a glove…" he mumbled to himself.
It's like the sand took that as a reassurance to continue, because it then began to slither up under Gaara's clothes to cover his body. The sand was so light it tickled him horribly, he wiggled and giggled until the sand settled comfortably, becoming like a second skin. Gaara stretched his arms up and down, and the sand moved with them. "Weird." He stated, but did not become creeped out.
He looked up from his hands to see the pink horizon. The sun was rising and his family would be up soon. He decided he would come up again tonight and experiment with the sand. He calmly walked through the door, down the staircase, and back into his room, to lie in his bed and pretend to be asleep until the nanny came to wake up him and his siblings.