The Deepest Wounds
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto
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"I've always hated you. . ."
The words of the once loved, once trusted uncle sliced deep into the six year old's heart. He clutched the cloth of his shirt above his heart, trying to hold back the pain, trying not to listen to the next words, but they came, each a dagger that plunged deeper into Gaara's heart.
Yashamaru looked towards the sky as he spoke, unable to look at Gaara. He felt a twinge of guilt at what he was saying, but at the same time, he didn't care. The hatred he had towards the young boy kneeling by his side took over his mind.
As Yashamaru spoke, Gaara's heart ank lower and lower.
"Your mother never loved you."
The knifes in his heart cut deeper and deeper. Is. . . is this pain? Why is Yashamaru saying this to me? He. . . can't hate me. . . but. . . he tried to kill me. . .
"Please die."
Gaara felt fear choke him as Yashamaru pulled his vest open, exposing a mass of letter bombs stuck to his chest. Gaara's sand flashed up over him, protecting him from physical injury, but the sand could not protect his heart from the damage that it had taken. He stood, then screamed out as he used the sand to engrave "love" on his forehead, the blood mixing with sand, staining it red. His eyes shut for a moment, his heart closing as well.
"I will live for only myself. I will love only myself."
He shut off his feelings, closing his heart to love and the warmth of happiness.
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Yeah. . .I know it's short. I just kinda came up with it one day and scrawled it down. . .
If ya'll want, I could add a few more chapters, ya know as Gaara grows up. Tell me what you think!!