Disclamer: This is writen to amuse me and anyone else who choses to read it. I do not own Naruto much though I wish I did. No profits are to be made from this story
Hijo de la Luna
I should love this child the blond thought to himself as he surveyed his nephew. He is all that remains of my beloved sister's memory. Why can't I bring my self to love him? The child turned his pupilless blue eyes toward him, eyes even at this early age rimmed with dark circles marking him as the one-tailed beast's vessel. The somber child clutched a teddy bear tightly in one hand as if it was his only consolation.
"Yashamaru," the jinchuriki child asked, "Why does the moon get larger and smaller?"
"Well, Gara-sama, according to legend the moon once adopted a baby who was left alone on a mountain. When the baby is happy the moon is full and when the baby cries the moon's arms form a cradle to rock the baby and she wanes." Yashamaru left out the first part of the legend.
The child considered the legend with a child's dignity. "What happens when the moon is new?"
Yashamaru thought on his feet to come up with a plausible answer to the question. "That's because the moon is breastfeeding the baby and she's being modest." Gara nodded thinking quietly for a moment. The moment stretched into a quarter of an hour, before either one spoke.
"Yashamaru?" the child asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Gara," his uncle and caregiver answered.
"If I found a mountain and climbed it do you think the moon would keep me?"
Later than night when Yashamaru went to bed he lay awake lying atop his sheets unable to get the conversation out of his head, unable to keep the rest of the legend out of his head. It fit Gara far better that was comfortable. The Kazekage ordered the one tailed implanted into the fetus his wife carried knowing full and well that it would kill her to give life to the child. He had cursed both mother and child just as effectively as the man of the legend who killed his wife not believing that she had agreed to give the child to the moon and abandoning the child. They were fools all of them, fool who really didn't have any clue what they were playing with or asking for. "I whish the moon had come down and taken you, Gara," Yashamaru whispered bitterly to the ceiling fan. "Maybe I could love you then, or at least I could hate you in peace."
Author's Note
This is just some cannon drabel I cooked up on evening in an atack of inspiration. I Beg forgivness for any mispellings. It was writen while listening to Sarah Brightman CD La Luna and Hijo de la Luna.