The moon... It shined and glowed, while the stars twinkled at him.
He supposed it was peaceful to gaze at... But really, it never did anything to soothe the madness and rage constantly eating away at his sanity. Depriving him of any peace, any type of nirvana... At this point, he no longer cared, he even welcomed it... Especially during a night like this... The cold of the night always got to him, it roughly kissed and caress his skin, causing shivers down his spine. Even his life-protecting sand couldn't stop its unwanted groping.
The voice of his inner demon was a welcoming contrast to the cold, in his mind he begged it... to tell him the story, the story of that women... To help him get his mind from the harsh cold of the desert. He felt it grin at his pathetic begging, but it granted its host wish...
A beautiful little girl she was, the demon's grin turned into a smirk, a complete innocent, her fair skin and blond head of hair made people wonder if she was from the desert... It took an interest to a shinobi from Suna, who wished to claim her as his, which he was successful at doing, had granted her wish as well...
To be a mother... All her life she wanted strong, beautiful children, a family... More than just herself and her twin brother. She loved her mate with all her heart and soul, she would do anything for him, Anything... As some time passed her lover became a very powerful man, the Kazekage of Suna. Saying that he was busy is a understatement, for he had no time for her or his children, his only attention was the village, and she hated it...
She began to hate the village itself for taking all his time away from her, a damned village who seemed to never get better, who sooner or later would just be buried under the sand, lost and forgotten... She was pregnant with her third child when she found her beloved absence unbearable, so when he came up asking for her to do something life-costing and foolish... She accepted willingly to be a sacrifice, for her unborn son to be a jinchūriki, a demon, something that will never be accepted, something to be shuued and hated, something that will never to be human. She didn't care if it was selfish, all that matter to her is she'd get to be with her love, once more before she died, a foolish, ignorant girl who didn't realize her beloved was exploiting her emotions...
The demon began to chuckle insanely, he could feel its laughter slightly vibrating his body. He waited silently for it to finish its story... She died a beautiful, bloody death, it purred, but before that she did give some thought to her son... She thought of a name for him, Gaara, a self-loving carnage, just moments before she died...
The demon ended his story with disturbing details of how good it felt to take the life of such a innocent little girl... To have her insides ripped to sheds by its sands...
Now that's a feeling of nirvana, Gaara... just killing "anyone" isn't enough... Finding someone just like her... Just like your mother... Do this and you'll never be cold again...
The boy widen his eyes in surprise at the feeling of sand stroking his cheek... "Yes, okaa-san..."