This hatred... He clenched his fists, looking up towards his opponent. It is what makes me stronger. Sand engulfed his enemies. Sand and blood rained down upon he and his siblings. A cruel smile tugged at his lips. He kept his face stoic. He strode forward, trusting his siblings to follow, they always did. Such misplaced trust. He inwardly sneered at the word. Fools. He would kill them all. Their blood would rain down around him.
The sand returned to his gourd. As always.
Everyone who opposed him met their death. Every single insolent human who dared not see him for what he was, met their end. He was a monster. Plain and simple. He hated them. He hated himself. He would live on as long as there were bodies to crush. It was a sea of blood. All upon his hands. He did not feel remorse. They got what they deserved. They were weaker than him. Pitiful things, really.
He could feel his mind straining. Cracking. Fragmenting.
It didn't matter. None of it did. As long as blood rained from the sky. As long as he continued to kill the stupid, the worthless, the weak.
A wave of his arm. They were drowning in his sand. His fingers twitched, their blood splattered him. A twisted smile upon his face as he gazed at the spot where his opponents had stood.
Entire nations would quake before him.
And they would. He became the Kazekage. They all thought he was in control of himself. He had been very careful. He had to be. They could not suspect anything. They had to think he was... Normal. He would take the world by storm. They would know his power. His hatred. They. Would. Know. Even just sitting at the desk, he shook slightly, the formalities. He wanted to put his plan into action now.
His mind literally shook. So close. He could all but taste their blood upon his tongue.
In the recent years..., he had been conversing with one Nagato Uzumaki. Together, they planned to remake the world. A better place. A far, better place. Their messages were done in a cipher, should they ever be interrupted. To the untrained and even most trained, it would appear as naught but love letters. In reality, it twas the plans for their taking over the world. Nagato, with his Akatsuki, Gaara with Sand and Sound. They would kill all who opposed their new world.
It would be a world of peace. No more needless wars. No crime. No more jinchuurikis. No more forcing children to fight and die.
His hatred and Nagato's plan. That's all there was. It would begin when Gaara killed them all. Nagato would start at Konoha, followed by Sound. Orochimaru would be dealt with. His assistant however, was the new commander of the Sound forces.
It was beginning. It was a normal meeting. A clay bird appeared upon the window sill. Gaara noticed it. The corner of his mouth twitched. Slowly, sand trickled from his gourd. The members of the meeting were oblivious. All at once, the sand surged upward, smothering them all. Their blood splattered the walls. He stood, albeit slowly.
The sand flowed outward. It rolled beneath the feet of the villagers. It swallowed some, their blood spraying those nearby. A twisted smile found it's way to his lips as the Kazekage walked out of his office down into the village. So much blood... The scent invaded his mind. Thousands were slain in his village alone. The old ones, the ones who would never change. Still, he walked. To Nagato. To peace. To a world remade.
So none would have to know the self-hatred. The self-disgust. The sorrow of taking another life.