-prologue
I had watched her play with dolls and flowers. I had seen her outgrow her little pink skirts and pretense games. She was the most interesting character I had ever known. One minute she's happy and another she's sad. I really didn't get it...not until I got just a bit older. I saw that she would be happy around younger children and maybe a few kids her own age, but everything was different when she went home. She lived with her father, mother and her twin (fraternal) sister. For some reason, I found out, this girl was not very happy around them. I didn't even know her name. All I knew was that ever since she had stood up for me when we were very small, I had taken an interest in her. I followed her (with her not knowing of course) trying to figure her out. I was trying to figure out why anyone would argue with others on my behalf. I studied her carefully, sketching into my mind every single feature. From the untamed curly black hair and the stormy grey eyes to match to the small bodily frame that I watched turned into a more average development. She had a soft-spoken air about her. I could tell that she rathered peaceful solutions than to argue...why then, had she argued with the kids that bothered me. "Leave him alone!" and "What's wrong with u guys!" played themselves in my head. She used such passion and force, those of which the tormentors were not used to from her, that they felt ultimate regret. I could have followed her in admiration forever...but I grew up. When I first turned 13, my siblings were too suspicious of my disappearances. I could never let them know. If someone found out that I had such an interest in anyone other than myself, their fear of me would disipate. And that is how I remain powerful. So by the time I turned 17, I believed that she was just a waste of my time. Her soft-spoken manner had now irked me. She was useless and weak. How could she ever do anything if she was too soft-hearted to kill for it. I had ultimately forgotten her. How was I to know that my father would bring her to me.
3rd pov
It was at sunset when Gaara had finally walked through his front door. He was met by his sister and brother wispering to eachother in the living room. He walked in without them noticing and listened to sum of their conversation. "I think dad has finally gone nuts. How the hell did he think this would work?" Gaara's sister Temari commented. "Fifty bucks say he kills her in the next week." Gaara's brother Kankouru replied. Gaara decided to get to the bottom of this. "What are u two doing?" he asked in a stiotic voice. The two siblings jumped. They had not known that their younger, yet stronger brother had been listening. They began to stutter in fear that the boy would take his anger out on them. "um...well, u see...go ahead Temari tell him." Kankouru pushed his sister toward Gaara. She was not as afraid, but was very careful with what she would say. "U see...dad got u a little present."she said hoping he would take the information and question their father about it. But before she could see what he would do, their father had walked in and she was grateful. "Ah, Gaara finally you're here. Come." Their father turned and walked into the hall. Gaara, seeing no other choice, followed him and his two siblings were right behind him curious as to what would happen.
Their father led them straight for one of the unoccupied rooms. He opened the door and walked inside. The siblings saw that the room was now decorated. There were sheets and dressers...well to put it simply, the room was set up for a girl. Gaara narrowed his eyes in confusion. Why would his father decorate the room, unless...and then it had hit him. There was now an extra female living with them. In understanding this fact, he rolled his eyes and began to walk out the door. He had gotten enough mood swings from his sister. "Gaara..." his father called out to him in attempt to stop him. But he just kept walking...until he heard someone raising their voice. "Get your filthy hands off of me you old hags!" Gaara stopped. Never had he heard any female take a tone like that while being in his home. Everyone knows that he hates too much noise. " Hehehe...she's a fiery one too. I know that you're growing up and getting certain urges..." upon hearing this kind of thing from his father, he had quickly stopped it. "Save it." he said simply, and his father got the point. "Well, she's yours to keep." he finished walking past Gaara. "How?" Gaara asked looking toward the bathroom door where the commotion was coming from. " Saw her in town and bought her from her own family. Attitude caught my interest, so I thought it would catch yours too." he said finally walking out the door. Temari and Kankouru stayed in the room still trying to catch exactly what Gaara would do when the girl stepped from the bathroom. And they didn't have to wait very long. "Get me out of this shit-hole!" A girl bust through the bathroom door. Her stormy grey eyes searched the room for the door. But what she found instead was a circle of three kids her age. Her eyes roamed over the blonde girl (Temari) to the dark haired boy (Kankouru), but stopped at the red-head (Gaara). "Do I know u?" she asked narrowing her eyes. Gaara looked her over. No one could tell, but he was completely shocked to see her. The same girl that he could not stop following years ago. But he pulled himself together while Temari answered her question. "Well no, but I'm Temari, this here is Kankouru and the other over there is Gaara." she said smiling trying to make the girl feel comfortable. "But u shall call me Master." Gaara implied to the girl with a smirk on his face. "The hell I will! Gaara or not...I am no one's property!" The girl yelled. She did not see, however, the look of dread on Temari and Kankouru's faces. "Dead girl walking." Kankouru mumbled to himself. " I don't care if your father payed my father. I will not be owned!" she continued not noticing the pissed look that Gaara was giving her. Before the girl knew it, a wave of sand flew towards her. It was in the form of hands and grabbed her wrists and pulled her up off the floor. The girl was, to say the least, very surprised...and then very angry. "Why u...bastard." she said between her teeth. And on this comment the grip tightened. He would break her wrists and she knew it, but she didn't care. "You will address me as I wish. Am I clear?" he said tightening the grip even more. She held herself from crying out in pain. "Go to Hell!" she finally yelled out preparing to feel the pain of having her wrists snapped. But it never came. Because their father walked in and talked Gaara into stopping. "What use is she if she can't use her hands?" he said as Gaara dropped her to the floor again. "I'll take care of the punishment." he told Gaara, walking to the girl and pulling her to her feet. She struggled against him but eventually others came in to carry her out of the room.
Gaara left for his own room. He knew that the girl would get whipped...ten licks maybe twenty. Halfway to his room he stopped. "I'm hungry" he said to himself walking again toward the kitchen. When he had got there, he found his siblings there also. They just glanced at him and went about their business. And in the silence they could heard the sound of the whip. What was peculier, however, was that there was hardly a cry that followed it. They knew that it was the girl that was being punished but was she so stubborn that she would not let herself succumb to the embarrasing cries and pleas to stop? They listened a bit longer...5licks...10 licks. Why wouldn't the girl cry? Their father was lenient...he would stop if she asked. And finally at 15 licks they began to hear the cries that she had attempted to hold in. The cries got louder as the licks kept coming. And yet she still would not ask for mercy. She took what they gave her. Gaara smirked at that and wondered if this punishment would serve beneficial. If it fails and she still acts disrespectful then he would give her a taste of his own punishments. Ones she would not like. This girl was now his little toy. She was his to play with. She was his to protect...and his to love.