Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. If I did, I wouldn't have to resort to writing fanfiction.
Loveless
Gaara never knew love. He used to think Yashamaru was the only one who ever loved him. He was devastated when he found out that it was Yashamaru who tried to kill him as a child.
Thinking back on that night, he realized he didn't need anyone. He was Sabaku no Gaara. Gaara – to love oneself only. He would never know what love truly is. He didn't need it. Yet, deep inside his heart, he longed to be loved and cared for.
He thought he had finally found another reason to live when he met a certain pink haired kunoichi. He was happy. But as fast as that happiness came, it left.
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Said kunoichi now laid lifeless in his arms. Her mangled body proof of how badly she was tortured. Tortured by her first love. Gaara lightly pressed his lips against hers, the fact that she was no longer living made no difference to him. The taste of cherry blossoms mixed with the metallic taste of blood lingered on his lips.
Never again would he love. For that is how he was meant to be. To love oneself only. To be loveless.
A/N: Okay… That was one short drabble. One very short drabble .' It was written out of boredom during classes . Also the first thing I'm posting up so I hope you'll kindly comment on my writing. Constructive critism is most welcomed