Another strange story.
Kind of a response to Heaven or Hell's I'd Crush You if I Could.
Short chapters out of boredom and a need for me to get my own computer back.
Hate. Hate. Hate.
That was the only thing he could associate his life with. Just hate. Usually, Gaara didn't think about things on a deeper level. It wasn't as if he were afraid, or if someone in the past had tried to tell him that he could never feel anything else. He just didn't.
But the problem with that was that the red head didn't at all associate his hate with his past. He didn't associate it with the way his mother had refused him from birth. It was a medical disease, but one that led her to hate her child, for no apparent reason. It didn't garner his father's sympathy, either, because he had wanted to stop at two anyway. And he had never been a sympathetic man.
As his siblings received all of their parents love, Gaara was left to the darkness. Of course, he didn't know any better than to say he hated them all, even if the real feeling was jealousy. And soon that hate turned to a general loathing of life. And being who he was, he saw nothing wrong with the way he felt; or rather didn't feel.
This wasn't the anger of a person that wanted to die. No, Gaara didn't hate himself, and he didn't hate people who didn't like him solely for that purpose. This wasn't the hate of some confused teenager, who had lost their heart to the painful ways of life. Gaara couldn't care less about the lessons that normal human beings went through.
Gaara's hate was just pure hate.
But there was someone special Gaara hated; someone he hated more than others.
His name was Uzumaki, Naruto.
Every day, he would find a way to get under Gaara's skin that he hadn't known was possible. It was annoying as all hell and he hated it. Hated the loud, obnoxious voice of the blonde, and how he never stopped talking. How he insisted on following the red head home everyday. How he decided that he knew Gaara than he knew himself. How he would make the red head do things he didn't want to.
He hated the way his voice coaxed him.
He hated the way the blonde's eyes didn't pity him, but saw him.
He hated the way the blonde glowed, hair and skin and all.
He hated the way that Naruto had become his sunshine. He hated him so much that he denied. Every. Single. Thing that noticed about the blonde, that he would hate even more if the characteristics disappeared.