Disclaimer: the Anime NARUTO belongs to KISHIMOTO MASASHI. The only thing I own here is the character, Kiyoshi, and the plot.

Warning: this Twoshot contains angst, resurrection, betrayal, and strong language.

GaaraxOC

Start time: 2.42 AM

Note: I know that many of you out there reading this would probably be disgusted because in this story, I have my OC and Gaara marry when they were only 13 and get my OC to give birth at 14, but it is expected. In the ninja world, death is sudden and at every corner. Death can happen at any random time, and all ninja's know that. There are four basic instincts humans have to survive: fighting, fleeing, feeding, and fornicating. I, myself, am against under-age sex, teenage pregnancy, and young marriage, but I only add it to this story because they are important to the plot.

NOTE 2: THIS IS A 2 CHAPTER STORY

No matter what she did or how hard she tried, she was still ignored. Ignored by the one man she loved and by the one man that she thought loved her.

Kiyoshi was the daughter of one of the high lords in Konoha and because of the invasion that Suna had taken a major role in, the Elders from Suna and the elders from Konoha agreed that marriage was the best thing to do. They were married when they were only 13.

At first, Gaara was polite to her, a complete gentleman. That changed when they turned 15.

It was a day to celebrate their child's 1st birthday and they had thrown a small party for her. They invited some of Reika's friends and their parents as well. It was a fun day full of laughter and joy, until a man that Kiyoshi didn't know suddenly came up to her and trapped her behind the kitchen wall, away from people's sight. He had forcefully kissed her and Kiyoshi's face scrunched up in disgust. Since she wasn't a ninja, the man had much more strength than she did, preventing her from escaping his indecent acts. It was just in that moment that Gaara had walked in. The man died, obviously, and so had Gaara's trust for Kiyoshi.

He never believed her when she tried to tell him that the man - who was then found out to be a notorious pervert and was jailed for 2 years prior due to stalking a woman - forced himself upon her and that she was disgusted by the man and herself. After months and months of pleading, Kiyoshi gave up, painfully acknowledging that her husband would not forgive her any time soon.

Months passed since the incident and Gaara became engrossed with his job as the Kazekage of Suna and Kiyoshi was left to raise her Reika alone. Temari and Kankuro had helped her at times, baby-sitting Reika when Kiyoshi had to go to the academy and substitute for sick teachers and she was grateful for their help, constantly trying to repay them by either money or the simple act of helping them. Temari only smiled and said that it was their pleasure of taking care of Reika and that she was a joy to watch over. In truth, Temari and Kankuro watched over little Reika because they saw the constant strain Kiyoshi had to put up with being married to a man who completely ignored her existence. The siblings in many times have tried to show Gaara the pain that he was causing her, only for them both to receive a cold glare and a kick out of his office by sand.

As Kazekage of Suna, Gaara spent many hours in the office, sometimes days on end, but there always had to be a time where he was to come back home. His usual schedule was to walk into the house quietly, check on Reika for a moment and enter his room, get ready for bed and lie down beside Kiyoshi, who was already asleep. One day, however, he broke his schedule. He had stumbled into the house, slammed the door and trudged up the stairs towards his room, ignoring the peering 10 year old girl. He walked into his room, slammed the door behind him once again and sat down heavily on his bed, waking up Kiyoshi.

She sat up slowly, her sense of smell ambushed by the smell of alcohol and women's perfume. "Gaara?" she had called out.

She had only received a grunt and she felt her eyes watering sightly. "Gaara, what have you been doing?"

Gaara chuckled; obviously drunk by the way his voice was slurred." Just having some fun with the whores of Suna." he said, nonchalantly.

Kiyoshi felt her heart tighten and her tears spilt over. She watched as her drunken husband stand up clumsily and waddled his way towards the dresser all the while giggling uncontrollably. Kiyoshi stood up and slowly walked towards Gaara, her arms wrapped around herself. She stood a few feet away from him, watching as he had trouble opening one of the drawers. She took a deep breath in fright and walked towards Gaara, putting a hand on his shoulder.

It only took a second for Kiyoshi to be pressed up against the wall with a hand gripping her throat tightly. With Gaara's face a few centimetres from hers, she coughed and held her breath as the disgusting smell of alcohol filled her nostrils. She couldn't hold her breath much longer because she gasped when Gaara pressed her harder against the wall by her neck. She chocked and clawed at his hand. Gaara may have been drunk, but he was still very strong.

"G-G-Gaa-Gaara..!" she croaked, gasping for air. She shut her eyes tightly as she dug her nails into her husband's hand.

Gaara glared at her, pushing her even tighter against the wall and growled, "Touch me again, you meaningless tramp, and you won't even be able to breathe your last good-bye to your little bastard of a child."

Tears leaked out of her eyes and Kiyoshi's breathe quickened even more, her mind clouding.

"'Tou-san!" a frantic voice screamed. "What are you doing?! Let go of her!"

Kiyoshi collapsed to the ground as Gaara let his grip loosen. She held her throat, greedily sucking as much air as she could, her body shaking like a leaf as sobs wracked her body. She coughed up blood and Reika ran to her mother's side, hugging her and letting her mother cry on her shoulder. Reika looked up, frightened, and stared at her father with wide, pale greed eyes. Gaara merely snorted and stumbled to the bathroom and kicked the door closed.

Kiyoshi was in hysterics. She could not stop sobbing for the next hour that Reika was forced to help her mother to her Aunt Temari's house down the street. Temari, Reika and Kiyoshi could not get any sleep that night.

Gaara woke up the next morning with a killer headache and rolled to his side, noticing that Kiyoshi wasn't there like she normally was. He quietly puzzled over this and walked to his dresser to get ready for work when he noticed a crack on the wall next to the dresser and dark spots on the carpet under him. Memories flooded his mind as he gripped his head when his headache worsened. He remembered coming home drunk and waking up Kiyoshi and the next thing he knew, she was trapped against the wall by his hand on her throat. He then remembered her - their - child running into the room and screaming for him to let go. The last thing he remembered was the sound of his wife sobbing hysterically and his daughter's frightened eyes.

He felt his heart tighten unexpectedly and he was suddenly on the ground, curled into a small ball and gripping his chest and head.

Guilt bubbled in his heart and his stomach gave a flip and Gaara ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

He never felt this pathetic since he saw Kiyoshi kiss another man.

Kiyoshi was asleep with her head resting on Temari's lap. Temari kept a close eye on her and stroked her hair absent-mindedly. She watched Reika in the corner of her eye looking worriedly at her mother. Reika may have been only 11, but in Temari's eyes, she grew up to fast. She has seen Reika watch her mother break down in front of her because of her father. She has seen the pain that flashes through her mothers eyes every time someone mentions her father. She knew more than a 11 year old child should know.

"What will happen now?" Reika asked softly, her voice slightly trembling.

Temari broke out of her trance and looked at Reika with a sad smile, "I honestly don't know."

Tears dripped down Reika's cheeks and she quickly buried her face in her hands, wailing softly. "Why does he do this to her?" she cried, her words muffled by her hands. "I've seen pictures of them together, when they were younger, and they looked so happy. I know what happened on my 1st birthday, and I know that they haven't been able to look at each other in the eyes anymore. It's as if their love just died."

The door opened loudly, "Oi, Temari!" It was Kankuro.

He looked towards the sofa facing the door he just entered in and saw his niece weeping, Temari close to tears with Kiyoshi asleep on her lap. He walked closer to them slowly, taking a good look at his sister-in-law and was horrified to see a horrible deep purple bruise around her neck and her eyes red and puffy.

"Oh, God. Temari, what happened?!" He yelled out, scared, as he quickly walked towards them and crouched down in front of Kiyoshi's fragile figure. His hands hovered above her as if he was about to grab her and hug her but was too scared of breaking her.

Temari sniffed slightly, looking back down towards the pained face of Kiyoshi. "Gaara." she said simply, as if there was no need for an explanation.

Kankuro softly touched the long blotchy purple bruise on his sister's neck and Kiyoshi visibly tensed and whimpered. She curled up into a ball and buried her face on her knees, trying to shrink away from Kankuro's touch.

"G-Gaara did this?" He seethed, his face contorted in a twisted expression as he stared at the picture of said person on Temari's wall.

Temari nodded, continuing to run her fingers along Kiyoshi's long brown hair.

Kankuro looked at Reika and his eyes softened. He crawled towards her and wrapped his arms around his only niece. Reika sobbed on his shoulder, her yells muffled and quietened by his shoulder. Her screams weren't comprehendible, but there was one word that she kept repeating.

"Why?!"

"What the FUCK, Gaara?!" Kankuro barked as he barged into his younger brother's office.

Dull eyes stared at him for a few seconds and returned back to its place with reading paperwork. This angered Kankuro even more.

"Don't give me that blank stare, Gaara." he growled, stalking to his brother's desk and slammed his hands on it. "I'm currently too bloody angry to be scared of you right now, so don't bother threatening me with your sand."

Gaara sighed and looked at Kankuro with bored eyes. "What do you want?" He rasped out.

"I want to know why the fuck you strangled Kiyoshi." Kankuro snarled.

Gaara simply looked at him for a minute and looked back down, signed the piece of paper and reached a hand out to grab another one to read. Before he could, he felt Kankuro's large hand curl around his wrist tightly, slightly cracking his sand armour. Kankuro leaned in towards Gaara and glared at him. Kankuro's nostrils flared.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He boomed, his grip tightening. "Strangling your own WIFE in front of your 11 year old daughter!"

Kankuro felt Gaara's sand armour crack under his hands but he continued having a tight grip on him. "That's low, Gaara. Even for you." Gaara growled in his throat. "You may be the Kazekage of Suna, but you have absolutely NO right what-so-ever to harm my sister in any way shape or form. You've already let her suffer for the past 8 years with your constant bar trips and hanging around with fallen women (1); I never knew that you could make her suffer even more! Have you seen the bruise you gave to her? HUH?! It's purple and there are blotchy red bits that are probably her blood! She's fucking scared shitless, Gaara. She won't even let me touch her. She keeps shrinking away, as if I'm about to strike her!

"And Reika!" Kankuro was definitely pissed. He could only feel the anger rising and rising. "Do you know how much you scared her?! She won't even let me mention you around her. Once anyone does, she starts crying and has a fucking breakdown! She's your daughter for fuck's sake and you scared her to bits!" Kankuro took a deep breath. His glare hardened at his younger brother, "...I always thought you were the monster, Gaara, not Shukaku. Thanks for verifying that."

With that, Kankuro let go of Gaara's wrist and stormed out of his office and slammed the door behind him with such force, a vase had fallen from a shelf a crashed to the ground.

Gaara stared at the space where his brother was just standing with a shocked expression. His eyes slowly trailed down to his wrist and small chips of his sand dropping onto his desk and a large crack ran down his arm from the pressure of Kankuro's hold. He sat there for a good few hours, trying to register what Kankuro had said.

"I'm a monster." He whispered. He grabbed his head, groaning in pain as he heard Shukaku giggling in his mind. "Yes, you are."

His pounding headache became evidently worse.

She couldn't handle it anymore. She gripped her chest tightly as another coughing fit shook her body, her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of her shirt. Blood sprayed onto the floor as she coughed harder. She curled her legs under her and she put her head in between her knees, her shoulders shaking. She squeezed her eyes nightly and pressed her lips together, trying to force herself to stop coughing, only to lead her to accidentally biting her tongue.

Tears poured down her face as blood oozed out of her mouth. She chocked and proceeded to spray large amounts of blood all over the carpeted floor. "Nngg.." she whined, her neck ached as she had to stretch it in order for her to be able to cough more blood out.

Kiyoshi leaned up, using the small coffee table next to her for support, she stood up shakily. Blood dripped down her chin and landed on the big white shirt that Temari had let her use. She stumbled her way out the door, using the walls to support her as she dragged her feet across the ground. Using the last bit of her strength, she headed to the Great Cliff of Suna. It was also named Lover's Leap, a place where broken hearted lovers leap over the edge and commit suicide. An appropriate name.

"Shit." was all Kankuro could say when he entered his sister's house. He saw a big red stain on the carpet and the coppery smell of blood filled his nose. "TEMARI!"

"What?! Quiet down, you'll wake up Ki--" Temari stopped as soon as she walked in and saw the blood on the ground.

Temari gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide with horror. "Oba-chan(2)? Oji-chan(3)? What's wrong?" Reiko asked, walking in. "Is 'Ka-san okay?"

"Stop!" Kankuro shouted, appearing in front of the confused girl, blocking her view of the blood stained carpet.

"What's wrong, Oji-chan?" Reika was getting worried; she could see her aunt's back was shaking. "Oba-chan! Where's 'Ka-chan?!"

Temari bowed her head, not wanting to show her niece her tears.

"'Ji-chan! Where's 'Ka-san!?" Reika was now screaming, her eyes overflowing with tears. "Where's my 'Ka-chan?!"

Reika saw the blood on the ground as she shook Kankuro. Her eyes widened and she bolted out the door.

"REIKA!" the siblings shouted, running after her.

"Kankuro! Go get Gaara, something bad is going to happen!" Temari shouter to her brother, "I'm going to get Reiko and look for Kiyoshi, I'll alert you when I find them."

Kankuro looked at his sister for a minute through the corner of his eye and nodded, turned right and ran towards the Kazekage tower.

'This isn't good. This isn't good at all. With Kiyoshi's current metal stability exceedingly low, I have to get Gaara and hurry to her before she does anything that would hurt herself.' Kankuro thought before channelling chakra to his legs, making him run faster. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!'

"GAARA!" Kankuro shouted, once again bursting into his brother's office. "Come one, we have to go, Kiyoshi's in trouble!"

Gaara just ignored him and continued signing his paperwork. "GAARA!!"

"What?" Gaara asked, exasperated, "The little whore could do what ever she fucking wants to. I don't care."

Kankuro stared at Gaara shocked. He's never heard him say anything like this to Kiyoshi.

His surprise quickly turned into anger. He appeared in front of Gaara, grabbed him by the collar and punched the Kazekage, his brother. Gaara's cheek stung as he tasted blood. What had happened to his sand armour?

"You are disgusting." Shukaku? "Who else, boy?" the demon growled.

'What did you do to my sand armour?' Gaara asked the demon, angry.

"What do you think? I took it off without you noticing. You're really starting to piss me off, boy. The very thing that you've been asking for since before that freaking meddling kitsune(4) changed you is just about go jump off a bloody cliff and you just sit here mourning over something that never happened." Shukaku's tone became harsher. "I honestly don't see what she sees in you, but I know that you never treat a woman this way, whore or not. And I know definitely that she is not a whore.

"Do you remember the night after you found her being kissed by another man? Remember when she went missing for a few days? She was on the edge of a cliff, debating whether she should jump or not. She knew there was a sand storm coming, too, so she waited there, in the middle of the sand storm hoping it would just kill her. But then she remembered she had to raise her little pup first. So she crawled back here, bleeding and scratches covering her body. You were being to fucking childish to realise that after everything she's done for you, you've repaid her by letting her suffer until she gives up and takes matter into her own hands.

"There's nothing to hold her back now, Gaara. Her pup is old enough now and she doesn't see what there is to live for. She's lost her purpose in life, so she doesn't see the need to suffer anymore by your hand. She's gonna die thinking her life was a waste and you're going to live the rest of miserable life in regret and lonely. And it's all going to be your fault." The demon cackled madly, disappearing in the depths of his mind.

"STOP IGNORING ME, YOU SELFISH LITTLE BRAT!" he heard Kankuro yell at him, punching him in the face once again, "The last thing I want Kiyoshi to see is you, but I know that she still loves you no matter how much pain you've put her through. She's done everything she can do to please you, now she thinks that ceasing her existence will please you. It just might, I mean, I don't see how a monster like you could love anyone." Kankuro said harshly, throwing his brother back onto the chair he was just sitting on and disappearing to find Temari.

Once again, Gaara was left to venture his thoughts alone.

"What have I done?" he whispered to himself. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE?!" He stood up and punched the wall beside him creating a hole. He gripped his heart once again, and quickly used his sand to teleport to where he thought his wife would be, Lover's Leap.

Kiyoshi stood at the edge of the cliff, her toes curling around the sharp drop. She stared at the ground in the bottom of it, watching as the tears drop into the dark abyss. Her eyes closed. Her mind and heart debating against each other. Her mind saying "don't jump, he's not worth it" but her heart wailed back "he's my life, he was the meaning of my life".

'I stay alive as long as he wants me. He doesn't want me anymore.'

'You're weak.'

'I know.'

'How can you still be in love with that monster?'

'He's not a monster.'

She knew that she was being ridiculous. She knew it would have been healthy to leave him months ago; years ago, but she couldn't risk war between Konoha and Suna. That was what she tried to convince herself to the reason why she stayed. In truth, she didn't want to leave because she thought he would change back to his old self. Kiss her every morning; like he used to. Hold her every time she had a nightmare like he used to. Run his fingers through her hair when he thought she was asleep like he used to. Come home as early as he can from his duties as Kazekage like he used to.

Love her like he used to.

'He doesn't care anymore. I'm a whore. I kissed another man. I killed Gaara's trust.

'He doesn't know how much he's hurt me.'

Kiyoshi shuffled forward blindly, hoping that her death would be quick and painless.

"NO!!"

Kiyoshi paused for a moment, recognised the voice and a slight smile made its way to her lips. 'He's here to watch me die. Nothing more.'

"Please... don't..." she could hear the guilt in his voice.

Her smile widened. Guilt? Never. Gaara hater her, loathed her. She was a whore; she didn't deserve her husband's attention. She didn't turn around; she kept her eyes closed, feeling the sand and wind brush against her skin. Oh, how she wanted for him to kiss her. Just once, before she died.

"Please... come back... I'm sorry, I stopped thinking after I saw the man kissing you..." his voice was strained, "I became jealous and I was being selfish. I thought that you had lied to me, like everyone else, but I was wrong. And, oh, how I regret even thinking that. Look at where my selfishness brought me: the woman that I love - the mother of my child - is just about to jump to her death."

Her heart froze. '"the woman that I love"?' 'Don't listen to him, he's toying with you. Just turn around, insult him, call him a heartless monster, and walk away. Walk out of his meaningless life. Start a new family, fall in love with someone who will actually respect you.'

'No...' "Do you love me?" her voice was strained, sore. She slowly turned around and Gaara's eyes widened in fright.

Her once smooth and shining brown hair lay limp on her back, her dull gold eyes staring at him with pain. Her lips were covered in blood, her own blood that dripped down to her chin. The bruise around her neck was what that scared him the most. It was an ugly, hideous purple/reddish colour and you could clearly see a hand print. His hand print. There were marks where he squeezed her neck so tightly that he had broken her skin. Gaara felt sick. 'I did that...'

Seeing the look of disgust cross his face, Kiyoshi whimpered and wailed, clutching onto her hair as she turned around towards the edge once again. Tears streamed down her face faster and faster until they were just long lines dripping onto the ground below her. It suddenly felt like someone had grabber onto her heart and squeezed it in her chest, pulling and twisting at any direction.

She started to hit herself with her arm, constantly hitting her chest as if to numb the pain. She felt her throat tighten. She had to stop the pain, it was unbearable. She turned around once again, and whispered three small words: "I love you..."

Gaara felt tears prickling his eyes. He took a step towards her, and seeing her not react, he took another step until he was in front of her. She watched as he brought a had up and winced and closed her eyes, awaiting a strike but was shocked when she felt arms wrap around her body. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and she softly smiled. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his waist tightly, clutching his Kazekage robes. She felt something wet drip on her shoulder and her tears started to flow once again.

"I love you, Kiyoshi." Gaara clutched onto the woman in front of him as if his life depended on it. "I love you so much. I want to be with you forever and the next day. I want to feel your warm breath every time we kiss, every time we hug, every time we make love. I want your warmth, I want your kindness, and I want to hear your voice every day. I want to hear your laughter ever day. I want you. I need you."

Gaara moved his head back slightly and watched as Kiyoshi's smile widened and he smiled back. He slowly leant down and touched her lips with his softly. "I need your love."

They stood there for a few moments, embracing each other and kept their lips pressed against each other. Kiyoshi was first to release and she stared at Gaara. "Tell them that I love them and that I'm sorry..."

Gaara stood there, confused and them suddenly, he was pushed away from Kiyoshi and he landed on the ground. He looked up, shocked, and he felt his heart wrench out.

"I love you, Gaara. I'm sorry..." And then she fell back, into the dark grounds of the Great Cliff of Suna.

"'KA-SAN!!!" Reika screamed from a distance as she saw her mother fall back. She ran towards her, as if hoping that if she ran fast enough, she could catch her mother.

Gaara quickly grabbed Reika before she could go any further. Reika continued screamed for her mother, crying. She tried to fight against Gaara, but he kept her in a tight grasp as he squeezed his eyes shut. Reika hit her father in the chest, screaming out in anguish.

"YOU KILLED HER!!!" Reiko screamed, kicking and hitting her father. "IT'S YOUR FAULT!!! It's your fault 'Ka-san is dead!!!

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"

Gaara squeezed his eyes tighter, and collapsed to the ground, taking his daughter down with him. Reiko stopped hitting him and cried, grasping his robes tightly. He started to gasp for air as he sobbed on his daughter's hair. He shook and cries tore from his throat.

He focused all his anger, loss, sadness, frustration and self-disgust into one cry that shook the whole of Sunagakure to the core.

"KIYOSHI!!!"

R&R :D

(1) Fallen women = prostitutes

(2) Aunt

(3) Uncle

(4) Fox [referring to Naruto.]