I'm used to it, its okay. I don't care if I'm alone. No one cares if I'm alone. I'm a monster I'm not even supposed to be alive. My own parents hate and detest me, why shouldn't you? You're all afraid that's all, inferior. I don't need you, any of you. And one day I'll kill you. I'll kill you and then I'll really be alone but then when I am at least I won't be alone yet surrounded by people right? Its okay, I don't need anyone. I'm fine all by myself.

Gaara ran his hand through the sands turning his head to the teddy bear next to him. He looked away sadly, that was what he was now resorted to. He was resorted to the little toy to make conversation. No one would stay with him, no one cared about him. If it was respect it was out of fear. He lifted his head seeing a little ball roll towards him. Almost out of hope he reached for the ball hoping to be accepted yet they ran away, like he was a plague. They treated him like an infectious disease.

No body stayed with him. He swung by himself and he stayed by himself. His own brother and sister were afraid of him, they minus well be though anyway. He gripped the teddy bear in his arms sliding off the swing with a thud. He cried looking down to his leg then turned, everyone didn't care. They didn't care about him. Angrily he clenched his fist causing a small hill to rise but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head he saw a little girl walk towards him. He was confused as he stared at her in shock. It was like looking at the first person ever in the world.

She bent down tilting her head to the side and pressing her hand on the wound smiling, "It won't hurt for long…"

Shivering he felt a chill through his body and suddenly the pain was gone. The girl set her hands down before her tilting her head to the side smiling to him, "does it feel better?"

Without knowing he nodded to her. His voice seemed immobile, he hadn't used it, it seemed, in so long. Slowly his eyes met hers as she stilled smiled looking around. He saw that she wasn't moving, she wasn't even standing to move. She put out her hand, it looked gentle and it looked like her eyes. Smiling she began, "Kagome, my name is Kagome."

Flexing his hand he moved towards her yet they froze a few inches from each other, but then suddenly she took his hand into hers on her own and smiled to him, " you don't need to tell me your name its okay…"

She looked around letting their hands part. Secretly he has wished to hold her hand longer, its been so long since he had talked to another person. She shrugged into another smile. He looked down allowing there to be silence yet then she stood and he followed mentioning in a whisper, "Gaara."

She shot, "Gaara…ah!"

She smiled to his name repeating it almost to test the name on her tongue yet he seemed humored by it as he glanced to her. Looking up from the bear she sighed lightly, "what's wrong Gaara?"

He didn't answer yet then he began again, "I don't talk to people…they are scared of me…"

Hearing someone call her name to end their short conversation he turned his head to the source. It was a tall man whose eyes seemed different and he wore the headband of the Leaf Village. He turned back guessing it to be her father yet the look she gave him was anything but love. She ignored him casually speaking, "why should they be scared of you?"

"I'm meant to do something…"

She silenced him by jumping, "well who said that?"

"My…father…."

She looked to him almost not understanding but then she stood up to him tilting her head to the side with a small smile, "I don't have a Dad to tell me what to do, or who I'm supposed to be, but even if I did- unless they can see the future I'm not obliged to listen. Gaara you make your own decisions. No matter how many curve balls or signs the world gives you to follow that path, its you in the end who decides."

A small smiled of inspiration followed as she nodded to him proudly, "we're friends now, Right Gaara?"

He paused not knowing how to answer to the words he had never heard from anyone else before yet then she was picked up by the man. She turned her head angrily, an anger that he had never seen before or could never imagine in the eyes of this girl who seemed so angelic. She twisted lifting her leg in a powerful kick yet against the man it made no avail as he dropped her yet she flipped to her feet as if it were nothing, "Kagome we need to go home…"

"Don't tell me what to do Itachi! The Hokage told you to guard me not baby me! You don't have to worry about anybody having your head! I don't have family to care!"

They silenced at her outburst as she stood and ran. Gaara moved upward to call to her, he didn't want to be alone again yet then the man had stopped him eyeing him almost evilly. He backed away, he remembered that look, it was fear and or inferiority. He stepped back looking away yet in the distance he saw Kagome smiling at him holding on to her arm leaving to the side and almost saying, "We'll meet again, okay?"

He nodded subconsciously causing the man Itachi to turn and see yet her emotions changed quickly. She turned away as the man continued after her in a sigh. He called, "why must you be so difficult? You're like my little brother…"

"Well Sasuke is a good person, and I didn't say I'd make your job easy now did I?"

He almost laughed throwing her up in the air. He glanced to the girl carefully speaking almost too nicely for her sake, "That was a strong kick Kagome, and you really brightened someone's life today."

She smiled shaking a fist at him as he carried her, "I'm getting stronger everyday by training! With no one to stop me! And if I can't make my life better why not someone else's?"

There was a strong silence as he held her close to him, his smile disappearing quickly allowing him to whisper to her, "I…."

She jumped from his arms carefully walking along. She turned to him and but only smiled as they headed back to what seemed to be their home for the night.

Gaara sat in his bedroom the torn pictures still lying over the floor yet he was looking at his hand. He had remembered so many times the nightmare of that day, the horror and then the horror after it. He couldn't forget, and as the darkness seemed to increase a small lantern entered. She was the first who welcomed him kindly in; she took his hand without fear or shaking.

She gave him a look and a lecture like a normal person. She had treated him like a human being, not a monster.