I remember the day I first saw her. I was watching her before she even approached me. She was intriguing to observe at that particular moment. Her friends were whispering to her about me and instead of looking fearful about my present like they did she only pointed and asked loudly, 'You're talking about that kid over there, right?' One girl hushed her quickly while the others shot me looks of terror wondering if I was going to unleash my dangerous powers on them. Then she laughed and left the protections of her friends who tried their best to call her back. The whole time my eyes locked on hers as she confidently came up to me.
"Hi I'm Momochi but my friends just call me, Momo," She spoke before beaming a wider smile, her eyes closing revealing, for a few seconds, another set of eyes drawn on her lids. When she opened her eyes again the painted ones disappeared.
"My friends say you don't talk and I told them that they were crazy," she babbled happily and if he wasn't the cautious observant child he was he probably wouldn't have notice the morbid look hidden in her warm purple eyes. Was she like him? Did she too suffer from loneliness? But that was impossible; she had friends who cared for her enough to tell her to stay away from him. He felt his heart clenched angrily, she had everything he didn't and was still not happy.
"I suggest you leave," he hissed harshly turning away from her. She huffed, "I was just trying to be nice." he waited for her to stomp off, to walk away to her friends and tell them how much of a freak he was but she didn't. She was still onside him.
"Go."
"No," she said her own words gone cold, "I'm not like them," she began referring to the friends who were waiting for her to return, "I wish I could say differently but that's not the case. You have no idea what I've seen, what I've done. I came over here because I wonder how you do it."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't pretend. You don't try to fit in by being someone else but I know you want their approval and you still live without it. How?" He looked over his shoulder at her. Again he was staring at the painted eyes as her eyes slid closed. Like his owns it was rimmed with thick lines of black and on the inside it resembled that of a cat's eyes for the pupils were drawn narrowed and colored black while the rest of the iris was a bright red. He would have found it disturbing if it was drawn on another person but because it was her it was unique. It looked exotic on her tan face framed by dark hair that fell down her shoulders and continue its way past her back to stop at her hips.
"Are you going to answer my question or continue staring?"He was almost caught by surprise since her eyes hadn't.
"I cannot." Her eyes open revealing curious violet ones.
"Why?"
"I will not love anyone."
"I see," she said in almost a whisper, "So even if someone loves you, you will not love them?"
"I am alone that won't happen," He answered as he began to wonder why he was answering her questions in the first place. It was only causing him to remember what he is and what he will always be.
"Momo get away from him," said a woman. She was great in height and strutted over to them in an effortless grace. Her face was a masked of poorly hidden anger and fear as she grabbed Momo's hand and dragged her away. Anyone else wouldn't have taken note to the horror in Momo's face or the tears that were beginning to form but he did. He noticed and as he watched her get dragged away the longing to follow burned his stomach and left a bad taste in his mouth. She caught his eyes and as soon as the horror came it disappeared with a look of indifference and she mouthed something that caused a sense of foreboding to take hold of him along with disbelief. He turned back to the setting sun and as his fist clenched to his side, he whispered words of reassurance, "I'm alone. I won't believe in anyone, or love anyone. I am alone." Still her words caused an uncomfortable stir in him. What exactly did she mean?
'We'll see about that.'
(A/N) – Truthfully I just started getting interested in all this Naruto stuff and it's only because my brother started forcing me to watch it with him. Well, anyways I've been watching all the episodes and I kind of took an interest in Gaara I guess because I love the quiet, loner types. Always did ever since I started obsessing over Sesshoumaru from Inuyasha and what I'm trying to say is that most of what Gaara said is from the show but this is way before he met Naruto or was almost killed by his uncle(?) and he's twelve, also if any of the factual information is incorrect please don't be afraid to inform me. I kind of looked some stuff up on Wikipedia. Hehe I love that website! I would be lost without it. Again I say, I am new to Naruto so my imagination is working into overdrive. I would really appreciate feedback as well. Oh and one more thing did this chapter seem more like a cliffhanger or a one shot kind of thing to you? My friend said it seemed like a one shot but I was going for cliffhanger. Thanks for reading and I really hoped you enjoy because I really liked writing this.
