A/N: Well, the day has finally come. My first fanfic has been uploaded!! I'm so happy I could cry. Well...not really. And even though you have no clue who she is, (Maybeh. Who am I to judge?) I'd like to thank the lovely lady Dead for being a beta.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...just Gaara. jk, jk! I am but a humble fan.
Now let us begin!
Chapter 1
The moon shone over the village of Sunagakure, illuminating streets,
buildings, and a lone figure sitting on the roof of one of the tallest
structures in the city. The man perched up there was the Kazekage of the
village, Sabaku no Gaara.
This man, Lord Kazekage, had flaming red hair that stuck up everywhere, a
vacant, almost hard expression that looked as if it were plastered on his
face, aquamarine eyes so pale they looked almost green, and –this was the
strange thing about his face- there were two black circles surrounding each
eye. He was sitting almost regally on top of the building, gazing into the
distance with a great sadness and longing in his eyes. For there was
something Gaara longed for at the moment. He longed to sleep.
Gaara could sleep now, because after the power-hungry organization Akatsuki
had removed his demon, Shukaku, he could slumber without fear for his soul.
After recovering from his near-death, Gaara realized this, rejoiced, and
greeted this blessing with open arms. However, he soon learned that not
everything about sleep is good.
About a month after Shukaku's removal he began to be plagued by nightmares,
and not ordinary ones. When they first began, Gaara didn't fully realize
what was happening, having never experienced it before. He would wake
shivering in a cold sweat, and had no idea why because he couldn't remember
any of the dreams. After several nights of this happening Gaara consulted
his sister, Temari, and she explained to him all about dreams.
Gaara then began to take measures against the nightmares, relaxing and
clearing his mind before going to bed, but to no avail. The dreams got
worse, for he could remember them now; vivid flashbacks from his childhood:
Being ambushed, and then killing his uncle…
Using the sand to permanently seal the mark "love" into his head….
His father's numerous assassination attempts….
The painful transformations into Shukaku…
Being called a monster; shunned and feared….
It went on until a few nights ago. Gaara had woken sobbing for the first
time since he was six years old. It was then that he had decided that it had
to stop. So, with an almost cruel irony, he was reverting back into his old
habits: climbing up to the roof, where he would sit, pondering and thinking,
until the sun began to slowly rise in the sky, and the first villagers
appeared in the streets to set up food carts before the morning rush, and
sounds of bustling could be heard from the houses.
So, with a sigh, he stood up, walked straight down the wall using chakra to
keep him level, and slipped through a window into his office. He had barely
sat down in his chair when there was a knock on the door.
"Enter," said Gaara, surprised to be visited this early in the morning.
Gaara's former sensei, Baki, entered clutching a scroll.
"Yes?" asked Gaara.
"Kazekage-sama, we just received a message from Konoha," Baki stated.
Gaara waited.
"Uzumaki Naruto is coming to visit."
A/N: Well? Was it good? Okay? Crappy? So crappy you want to have me hunted down and killed? (I hope not O.O) Please review and tell me what you think!
Laters.
-PenetratingBlackEyes