Ok guys. I finished my last story and now I'm on my second story. BTW, I'm changing my name to Emma Karazuki. So here is my new story and I hope you guys like it as much as you liked the others. Enjoy!

Before we met:

Gaara's POV

I stared out my window, where I was watching the stars. They were very beautiful. Oh, maybe I should introduce myself. I am Sabaku- No-Gaara. Currently I am 7 years old and a social reject. I had a step brother, a step sister, a father but no mother. She died when I was born. Also, I have a demon inside of me so I am always scaring people away. I have no friends but I am also a genius. My family ignores me so I am always alone. I really don't like it here. I just want to die.

I know that when people are depressed, they say this but don't mean it. I actually mean it. There is nothing for me to live for, so I can die.

People have tried, but no one has been able to succeed in killing me. I wish they were successful because then, I wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

Since I can't sleep, I stayed up all night thinking about how cruel my life is. The next morning my dad cam into my room. It was weird because first of all, he never comes near me, let alone in my room. Second of all, he was looking very happy.

"Good morning son." My father greeted me.

Now that was wrong. He never called me son. I slid off my bed. "Good morning dad." I said in my squeaky voice.

He picked me up and hugged me. Ok, something was definitely up.

"Is something good happening to you daddy?" I was very curious. He was only happy when something good was coming.

"Yes son. There is an important family coming in 5 minutes and I have to get you ready."

So we spent the next 2 minutes getting out my black and red shirt and my black cargo pants.

He picked me up and together we went downstairs. Already waiting for us was my step family.

Kankuro is my step brother. He had black hair and purple face painting. He had a purple shirt on and jeans.

My step sister, Temari, looking pretty good too. Her dirty blonde hair was brushed and her dress matched her blue eyes.

They looked at us as we came downstairs but they didn't talk to me, only dad.

"The Hyuga's are here!" one of our servants called out.

"Ok kids. You all better be on your best behavior or else." My dad warned us.

The doors opened and I saw a man walk in. he had a little boy standing next to him.

"Hello there, Hiashi." My father greeted the man. "It's so nice to have you over."

"Likewise Yuki." (N.A. I know that that's not Gaara's fathers name but I liked it.)

"So, who are your children, Hiashi?"

Hiashi pushed the little boy forward. "Introduce yourself." He commanded.

The boy stood up straight and said. "Hello. My name is Neji Hyuga. I am 8 years old and I am on my way to becoming a Hyuga prodigy." He took a step backwards.

"I thought you didn't have a son." My father stated.

"I don't. Neji is the son of my deceased brother. Therefore, Neji is my nephew. My daughter is right here." He reached behind his left leg and pulled out a little girl. "Introduce yourself daughter."

"Umm, m-my n-name i-is H-Hinata h-Hyuga. I a-am s-six y-years o-old a-and I a-am v-very w-weak." She ran back behind her father's leg.

I was dazed. She was so beautiful like an adorable angel. I liked her voice too.

"Yuki, let's allow the kids to play. We can go talk in the kitchen. After I see your kids." Hiashi said.

Temari stepped forward. "I am Temari. I am 9 years old and a powerful fighter!"

Kankuro was next. "I am Kankuro. My specialty is puppets and I am 8 years old."

It was my turn now but I wouldn't speak. Instead, my dad spoke for me. "This is Gaara, my youngest. He is a demon and also the reason my wife died. He is strong though, o I use him in all my wars." My father seemed proud.

"That's nice. Ok, let's go to the kitchen." After our fathers' left, Neji, Temari, and Kankuro left too. I was about to walk away when I saw that Hinata was by herself. I decided to approach her.

"Hello, Hinata!" I said with a smile. "Do you want to go to the park to play?" I was really hoping that she would say yes.

She nodded and I cheered and dragged her to the park. After hours of playing, she had to go home to Konoha.

"Goodbye Gaara." She waved to me.

"bye." I called. As soon as she was out of sight, I went to my room. I wanted Hinata right now. And maybe she will be happy too.

I missed her a lot. Maybe someday, we will see each other again. I looked at the brightest shining star in the sky. I made my wish and hoped that I t would come true.

I hate Hiashi. After Hinata and I came back from the park, he threw me away from her and told me never to talk to her again. I wasn't my Hinata-Chan. Then, for the first time in years, I cried.

Ten Years Later

I walked over to my room with confidence in my step. I was 17 now and over the years, I had become ruthless and cold. , y father still used me in wars and everyone still hated me. I was better looking though. My blood red hair had grown to my shoulders, I had a tattoo on my head, and my aquamarine eyes were shining.

I opened my bedroom door, and maids were in there packing up my stuff. They turned around at the sound of the door opening.

"What the fuck are you filthy maids doing in my room?" I asked them coldly.

I saw them shiver. "Your father told us to pack up every room in the house."

I ran out of my room, and into my fathers' office. He glanced at me. "Gaara, I was just looking for you. We are moving to Konoha to help fight in a war and to live there. I hope you understand," I glared at him but he ignored me. "Get in the limo so we can leave already."

I stormed out of his office, outside, and into the limo. My step family was already there.

"Hey Gaara." They greeted me. Over the years, Temari and Kankuro realized that I would never hurt them, so we became really close. We read each other like books.

"hn." I replied. I wasn't one to talk much.

My father got in the limo, our stuff was in another car, and we had snacks. We were ready to leave.

Konoha, watch out. Here we come!

Ok I know. I'm an amazing writer. You don't have to tell me that. Please review. Please!