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He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply and exhaled when he was out of breath, tapping the bottom he watched the ashes fall to the ground. He inhaled again and let the smoke stay in his mouth a little longer before he let it out again.
He let out a tired yawn before flicking the cigarette onto the cermet and stepping onto the cigarette before heading down the dark alley way. He loved going down this way because it brought him sudden peace, surrounded by darkness and fear.
That's how he loved his walks back home.
He had just finished his training at the dojo and now he was walking home in the quiet night and calming breeze. He titled his head up as he felt the wind blow away his red as blood hair away from his face and giving a clear view of his love tattooed on head forehead.
His hands in his pocket, he shifted along the pavement at a casual pace not in any hurry, just the joyful quiet the night time had to offer. He had no one waiting in his cramped dirty apartment but the crazy fleas invested dog that comes and goes as it pleases.
No welcoming arms that allure him, or sweet kisses. No one.
Who would wait for such a person as him, he spent majority of his time at the dojo or the fight clubs, which is how he made his money by fighting. What kind of woman would love the lifestyle he had to accustom to? What kind of woman would want to clean the stained blood off his sheets and clothes, or him battered and bruised to the bone.
It was a weakness to have someone who would only get in your way, fighting is all his ever known and no woman was going to ever get in the way of what he loved doing. It was his hobby, his job.
Swinging his head to the side he heard sirens go off, both police and ambulance speeding past. The water on the drenched road flung up and wet his shoes, for which had holes in them, soaked through his socks.
For fuck sakes! He cursed, panting himself down he realised his pants and jumper was also drenched, cursing more he shook his head and looked left and right before crossing the other side of the road in a jog like walk.
I better not get a cold after this. He thought as walked the broken and crooked road to a town with broken and burnt houses. People were either laying down drunk or high. Children ran barefooted, junkies were trying to sell stuff for more drugs, drug dealers were selling to single and desperate mothers. Wild animals roamed the cold and damp streets.
Home sweet home. Hearing a loud bark behind him he turned around to find a dog behind him.
"Shukaku." He greeted, reaching down a hand he let Shukaku sniff his hand before scratching behind his ears.
The dog yelped in pleasure, "C'mon, let's go inside and eat." Shukaku growled in agreement, so his just as hungry as I am, shaking his head they both turned down another alleyway and found a broken and distorted door.
"At least no one's tried to break in." looking down at the dog who only growled predatory at the door, "good boy." patting his head he opened the door wide enough to let them both in.
Turning on the lights in the room, the room was lit with a flickering light. "Let's see what we shall eat, aye?" turning into the small cramped kitchen he opened the fridge door which hit the kitchen sink, "opps." looking in the contents of the kitchen fridge he grabbed a can of half eaten dog food and this morning Chinese.
Shrugging he close the door and grabbed a bowl for Shukaku and a fork for himself before putting the bowl down and eating his food on the bench.
"Enjoy." he said with a mouthful of food. He only heard the rustling of the bowl as Shukaku demolished the food in his bowl.
Finishing his meal he shoved the container of the Chinese in the bin, then turning to the door when he heard a knocked.
Shukaku barked at the person on the other end of the door.
"What!" he yelled.
"Oh Gaara honey it's me, Karin. I wanted to know if you wanted some sweet loving company tonight!" the girlish woman, Karin, replied from the other side of the door.
"NO!" Gaara replied flatly.
"Oh, but Gaara…" she whined.
"No!" he said again.
"C'mon, all you do is disappear during the day and come home really late during the night… I'm really worried about you baby, please." he saw her figure press up against the door frame, her red hair peeking through the holes of the door.
"I don't have any money." Karin was a cheap whore in this town, all she really wanted from him is a good fuck and large sum of cash for her handiwork.
"Oh baby, you don't have to, just the sweet loving arms that I can provide you is all I want for you." rubbing herself against the door frame.
"Go away." he turned around from the door to the window where his bed lay tangled and messy.
"Fine!" he heard her sign angrily and huffed away in her heels, clicking on the wet concrete floor.
Signing, he kicked off his broken shoes and peeled off his jumper and pants, laying in nothing but his boxers.
Looking down on himself he saw bruises and cuts, bloody and shades of purple and yellow. Lightly touching the scar around his heart he clench tight around the skin and calmed down his heavy breathing.
Closing his eyes tight, he relished the depth of memory.
"Yashamaru?" looking around the huge room of where he often found his uncle, he called out to him.
"Yashamaru? Where are you?" he called again.
"Yes, Gaara-sama." a tall blonde male smiled in the doorway. Sama, a nickname he alway gave him when he talked to him.
"Oh, I just wanted to know where you were uncle Yashamaru." Gaara smiled brightly at his uncle.
"Oh, I was just speaking with your father." he said.
"Oh." a down casted look covered the tiny boys face.
"Good, things Gaara, good things." going down to the little boys level he put a hand on the young boys shoulder.
"Sure… Good things." he looked down to the ground.
"Hey." Yashamaru lifted the boy head to meet his eyes,"Your father loves you Gaara, very deeply." he smiled, "He tells me so, Gaara."
"What even is love, Yashamaru?" Gaara questioned.
"Love." his eyes widen.
Gaara nodded.
"Love." he looked to a picture of a young woman with brown short hair and eye of sea form green, just like Gaara's. "Love is what my sweet dear old sister has given you Gaara, in her last and faint words she spoke of how much she loves you and she watches you now." he looked up to the celling," from the heavens of where she is now."
"And your father." looking at the boy "Well your father loves you by making sure you are safe and well kept. Always asking how you are and worrying over you. Because when you love someone you want nothing more than to keep them safe." he smiled brightly, "Your father loves you."
"I love you."
I love you the words echoed in his head, like a broken record.
Damn you Yashamaru and damn you father to hell. opening his eyes he loosened his hold on the skin and put one hand behind his head, looking out of the window.
Love doesn't exist for bad boys.
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