The little boy sat on the roof of a sand village hut, the only person to ever show him kindness betrayed him and then died by his own hands. He looked at his shaking hands imagining blood covering them, the boy was now a murderer and it wasn't his fault. The village had only showed him cruelty and rejection and the boy had finally had enough. He had been forced to protect himself and die or he was ready to die at the hands of the one he loved but the thing that is residing in him had other plans, it had protected him and killed his only family. The small boy clenched his fists angrily and felt that thing growl inside his head. He unclenched his fists and felt warm blood drip onto the roof but the boy didn't mind, he jumped from roof to roof towards the main gate with a small back-pack on his back. He had kunai knives in his little pack that had been bandanged to his leg, he had stolen and modified a genins outift that he had found lying around (translation: he stole it) on the floor. He was a blur except for the bright shock of red hair that could be seen from great distances, the small boy tensed as he heard the shouts of the guards on the wall. He had come prepared to verse them and he pulled out two sand bombs. He threw them towards the guards and jumped over them as the two guards tried to wipe sand out of their eyes and catch the boy. He knew the only reason the village actually put up with him was because he had the Shuksku residing inside him and if they were attacked they only had to set the small child loose on their enemies and watch as he decimated them all. He knew were he was going, the forest near the village hidden in the leaves. The sand ninja would be too afraid to risk starting war by trespassing on the leaves territory.
The young boys name is Gaara and he decided the day he died that he would never trust again,
the only reason to live is too kill or be killed. We are born to die and we die to be born,
What happens when you die but you aren't born?