Disclaimer: I'm not the creator nor owner of the Naruto world or the characters that inhabit it. Eri does belong to me though, so no touchy! :P

I've never seen a story like this before and the idea of it really appealed to me, so I thought I'd make one. In this story Gaara has a twin sister that looks just like him except she is more feminine and doesn't have the love kanji on her forhead. I hope you enjoy my story :)

Chapter One:

It seems like it's always been just the two of us. Even when we were little, people distanced themselves from my beloved brother and me. I noticed even then that the reason people would avoid me was mostly because of my brother, and even though I didn't like them ignoring me or calling me names I didn't mind because I had him by my side. At one point, about when I was four, there were some other children my age that I liked to play with. I had thought that they were my friends, but when they too left me just because of who my brother was I learned my first leason about humans. They are mean, hurtful beings that cannot seem to accept those that do not fit their molds. My second lesson had came to me when my other siblings had also rejected my brother, and in turn me.

It's not that my brother tried to go against the mold that society had created. In fact, he tried with everything in him to get along with everyone, but the truth was that people in our village didn't want him to fit in the mold they had created so they outcasted him and made sure that it was known that he wasn't "normal".

Normal is such an over-rated word. If someone has just one thing different about them society jumps in and claims that their not "normal" or that they're "evil". That's another word that gets on my nerves; evil. Just like the word "normal" who gets to decide what is "evil" or not? They both seem like words that are created in order to cause gaps between people, and to make certain things or people stand out from everything else.

Despite the people in this village's beliefs before everything happened my brother and me were normal kids just trying to be loved and accepted, but that all changed the day that our lives came crushing down around us. The day that I learned my final lesson about humans.

*Flash Back*

I had fallen asleep alone in my brother and my room as I did everyday when we got home from a long day of playing by ourselves. None of the village children will play with us anymore. Well, they won't play with me anymore. They said it was because I wanted to play with the "monster". I hadn't understand why they would say something like that. I'd never even met a monster before and if I did I surely wouldn't want to play with it.

When I had told them such, cruel and nasty expressions twisted their faces with hatred and they had made it perfectly clear that they were talking about my beloved brother by calling him all sorts of horrible things that I wouldn't even dare to speak. I knew they must have been misinformed becasue my sweet brother was nothing more than a cuddly panda that could never be considered a monster, and especially not any of the bad names they were calling him by.

I knew at that point that my brother was no saint, and sure he had killed people but it had always been in self defense or accidents where he couldn't control the thing Daddy had sealing inside him. I smiled thinking if I told them what had happened they would understand, and might even let him join in our games like he always wanted to.

Though after I had tried to tell them it was all a misunderstanding and tried to inform them of what a nice person my brother actually was they turned even nastier. They started calling me a demon lover and even worse names. It had got to the point that they had even thrown a few rocks at me. That was until he showed up.

My beloved brother and knight in shinning armour appeared out of seemingly no where and stood before me blocking the few rocks that were still flying through the air headed towards me with his sand. He had scared off the bullys that I had once called my friends that day without even attempting to, and had turned to me with confused and worried eyes as he looked at my slightly bruised form.

After I had told him what had happened and why he was understandably sad, and even offered to leave me alone if I'd be happier that way. I had just smiled at him as I pulled him to me in a hug and squeezed him lightly before pulling away and looking him in the eyes as I explained that I would aways rather be by his side than any of those horrible people. From that day on we had ignored all the hateful names that people had called us and the looks they had shot our way, and played together like the care free children we should be.

Although, that day should be a bad memory to me it was one of my favorites because that day I saw my brother truely smile for one of the first times. That day was the day I had also learned the truth of how horrible and unforgiving humans were.

That night had seemed to be like all the others but unlike other nights I woke up with a start feeling like something was wrong. I sleepy looked around our room trying to spot Gaara, but didn't see him anywhere. The feeling in my gut was worsening so I whipped the sleep from my eyes and quickly jumped up and raced towards the roof where he usually was at night.

What I saw when I got to the roof though was something I would have never expected. My 6 year old beloved brother, my twin, was kneeling on the roof with his head in his hands seemingly crying and across from him was our dead uncle Yashamaru. He started as he heard my gasp looking up at me with dark eyes that seemed to be filled with malice that only lightened slightly upon seeing me. The wind blew and ruffled his bangs drawing my eyes to them and making another gasp come out of me but for a different reason.

I rushed forward completely forgetting about the look in his eyes way more focused on the fact that my twin now had a painful looking tatoo on his forhead that he didn't have the last time I had saw him. I dropped to my knees before him and reached forward to brush his bangs away so I could get a better look when his sand rushed up to stop me. I blinked confusedly at him, and only became more confused when his look from earlier was still there.

"What's wrong Gaara? Why won't you let me touch you now? I want to help you, that looks like it really hurts," I asked, deeply hurt that my brother and best friend was stopping me from trying to help him. Now his look turned confused and slightly hateful.

"You don't want to help me. You just want to hurt me too. You're just like him, you want to get close so you can kill me easier. No one loves a monster like me," he said nodding towards our dead uncle while looking madder by the second. The more he talked the more outraged and confused I became.

"I love you, you're my best friend and my dear, beloved brother! I could never hurt you, you're a part of me! I would rather kill myself than raise one hand against you Gaara! What's this stuff about a monster? Me and you both know that those kids are just dumb, you could never be a monster," my voice was slightly raised with my passion and my face probably looked as crushed as I felt for being rejected. Under my crushed feelings was a burning rage and hatred for whoever had cause my brother all of this doubt and pain.

Gaara no longer looked mad and was now staring at me with questioning eyes. "How could you love a monster like me though? I just killed our uncle and I killed our mother too."

I looked at Gaara with sad impassioned eyes. "No matter what anyone else thinks I could never think of you as a monster Gaara. You're a part of me, my other half. Without you I would never be whole. I noticed the kunais, and I can only assume that means that Uncle Yashamaru tried to hurt you like the others right," I paused and waited for his slight nod of acknowledgement before continuing. "In that case you were protecting yourself, and I'm happy you killed him because if you hadn't you would have gotten hurt and I couldn't live if you were hurt." I didn't pause in my confession even as suprise flashed in his eyes. "As for our mother, if anyone killed her it was me because I was the last one out and I was the one she died pushing out, not you. With that said please don't push me away from you Gaara because I couldn't live without you beside me, the pain of it would be too great. Please let me help you, I love you and will always be beside you Panda." As I stopped talking silent tears tracked down my face, and it was quiet for a moment before slowly the sand holding my hand crumbled away.

*End Flashback*

After that night we had only leaft eachothers side for an hour tops. I had even stopped sleeping at nights so that my Panda wouldn't be alone all night, and although he had let me in it didn't mean anyone else was aloud to even think about touching him or me for that matter. As soon as he let me touch him again I had embraced him while he had told me everything that had happened with our cursed uncle. Gaara had changed that night there was no doubt about it, but then again so had I. No longer was I the cheery little girl I had been. No, our father had stripped that from me and my brother by sending trained killers after him including Yashamaru.

Gaara had visibly shut his self from everyone except me and he no longer felt bad about killing anyone. The only exception to this rule being me. I was the only one he would allow to see his emotions, as few as they were now a days, and in return he was the only one allowed to see me without my emotional mask I had created that night 6 years ago when my innocence died.

See like him I too had been changed since then. My loving nature only reaches to him now, and in it's place is a sadistic and untrusting girl that no one would regonize. Like my twin though, I cover up my true emotions with a mask. My mask differs from his though. Where his screams danger and killing intent. Mine is of a care free and friendly girl, who can calm anyone with her radiant smile and chiming laugh. My fake mask and fascade is completely different from my true self and thoughts, and that's what makes it the perfect cover.

No one ever thinks that the ditzy red head is one of the biggest threats, and I find that thought appealing. I like seeing the shock cover my victims terrified face as I play with them. They're always deserving of the punishment I give them, as I only kill those that threaten my brother, but their sricken faces as they relize I'm the true threat that they should be trying to elminate never fails to amuse me to some extent.

I'm not sure if I'm gonna continue this or not so comment and tell me what you think I should do with this story. In other words, if you liked the story so far and want to read more about Eri then comment and say that you like it because I see no point in writing a story no one will read. That also means telling me if you don't like it and what you dislike about it.

P.S. If this story seemed familiar it's probably because I also posted it on wattpad.