Welcome to my Sabaku no Gaara, just Gaara for short, short story, as needed to be noted I do not own any characters and/or places that are within the Naruto anime and manga. This is made purely for enjoyment and not for profit in any way, shape, or form. Please enjoy.
Destructive Paradox
Options
We all have options in our lives, it's almost like a choose-your-own-adventure game, where you don't know what the outcome will be until you do it, you won't understand the consequences until they're staring you in the face, and you can only wonder about the other option that you could have chosen end up, you can only imagine what may have happened. Gaara chose to kill that female shinobi, he chose to kill her husband and the rest of their teammates, he chose to prove his existence but will he choose to show his humanity?
He stared upon the bodies of the people he just slaughtered, more specially the young woman whose corpse held loosely onto a bundle, the same bundle she had been holding on throughout her death. Gaara knew that there was something alive in there, it continued to move and slowly, it kicked off its covering and revealed itself to the redhead. A baby, a baby girl. She was moving around, grabbing onto her toes, and moving her fingers slowly as if she was examining each one, trying to comprehend what they were.
Gaara took a step forward as she sucked onto her middle finger, droll dribbling down her chubby cheeks. Gaara peered down at her; she smiled up at him, excitement in her light brown eyes. She began rapidly kicking her feet as tried to press her lips together with her finger still in her mouth, resulting in her spitting upwards. She used her other hand to reach up to him as she still continued to kick, slowly scooting herself upwards. Gaara continued to stand over the baby girl who continued to smile at him, reach for him, not fear him.
He used his sand to wrap around her ankle and held her upside down to his face. She instinctually laughed at the new feeling as she reached out to touch his face, her fingers tracing over his kanji leaving baby drool on his forehead. She attempted to grab his face but failed in doing so before sticking her index finger into her mouth and began spitting once again. Gaara grabbed the young being from under the armpits and stared at her as she kicked her legs and sucked onto her finger, this one being her thumb. He turned her to the side, making her squeal at the rotation, almost causing Gaara to drop her in surprise at her loud tone. He held her up straight and stared into her eyes and she stared back at him. He placed her back into the sheet she was first wrapped in.
He entered his home, coming to see his two siblings sitting on the couch, lounging around. They stiffened when they saw him walk in, fearfully welcoming him home. He said nothing to them as he headed up the stairs, a small bundle in his hands. He laid her on his bed on her stomach; she held herself up by her small elbows and looked around before kicking her legs once again. It came to the point where she was able to roll herself over onto her back. In that position she stared up at Gaara whose sea green eyes peered down at her, she grinned widely while reaching for him. He stared into her eyes, she held no fear, no hate, just happiness, innocent, and dare he say, love maybe. He picked her up awkwardly holding onto her, attempting to cradle her and she snuggled into his chest, drooling onto his clothes. He had chosen a name for her after running numerous options through his head, he settled on Ukeire, acceptance. He had the option to leave her to fend for herself, to die along with her parents. He had the option to kill her to prove his existence, to prove that he is alive, that he is here.
But he didn't.