I'll Play With You, Gaara
Angel of Anime
Prologue:
Everything began with a simple, yet not-so-simple, "I'll play with you, Gaara."
Even as a small child Gaara was feared by everyone. Originally born as a weapon and savior to his village, his purpose was taken away when he was decided too dangerous. His father, the great Kazekage of the Sand, sent countless assassins to rob the boy of his detested life, but each one of them were fended off and murdered by the jinchuriki. Having a bijuu, a demon, contained inside of him wasn't something that he particularly liked. Sure, Gaara was never injured on the outside, but on the inside he was so close to death it was unbearable. However, the sand that kept his life sacred would not allow even him to harm himself. It always came to his aid and never failed. Except, it couldn't save him internally.
Children were told by and overheard their parents saying ridiculing things about the reddish-brown haired child. As a result, they too began hating him and stayed as far away from him as they could. Gaara never had a real friend, at least not one his age. Yashamaru was his dead mother's brother, and was asked by the Kazekage to personally watch over his son; not that he ever cared what happened to the "demon" or anything. Well, Yashamaru was the only person that treated his nephew with any kindness at all.
That is, until the night that he too assassinated the boy. He'd said that even though he really wanted to love Gaara, like his sister must have wanted, he couldn't help but feel hate for the boy like everyone else. He explained that he could've declined the job, but it was because he truly, deep down wanted him dead. All of this was said after the melancholy and irate child had attacked the only one that had ever showed him love. And then he said that he was disgusted by Gaara's existence more than most.
When Gaara was going into a heated frenzy after finding out what he did, he was approached by a girl his age. She stood at least ten feet from him, watching the sky blue eyed boy's sand flying all around him. Her short light brown ringlets were pulled back on each side with plain azure barrettes. Her eyes shined a fearless crimson, the same color as her short, long-sleeved dress; which had a four inch slit on both sides, revealing a pair of violet shorts underneath.
"I'll play with you, Gaara," she whispered, taking slow steps toward him as the violent sand and he calmed down.
a/n: This story is not complete. The next chapter will take place during the Chunin Exams, in the Forest of Death. Of course, the story revolves mostly around Gaara, but I guess Naruto and the gang may have their part. In order to make my OC work in the plot, she may have to be the savior of the group, so I'll have to modify things a bit.
Anyway, I really sort of like this. It's going to get really touchy, and Gaara will be hard to keep in character, but be assured, I'll try my best to make sure he stays insane and stuff until Naruto beats the sense into him. Um, well thanks, and tell me what you think if you would be so kind! Chapters will be longer than this, of course...
Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto