So, hey, I really just wanted to give some love to the jinchuuriki, most of whom I wish wouldn't have died. So, please help me with my goal of 100. Now, just to be clear, it goes in order for each jinchuuriki by tail number so this first one stars Gaara.
Genre: General
Stars: Gaara
Word Count: 624
Age: Before Yashamaru is a bastard
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, the jinchuuriki would have gotten way more in life.
Gaara rotated his hand around and around, smiling as the sand shaped itself into a spiral. He stopped and backed away to admire his handiwork. He had created a beautiful sandcastle that stood a little bit taller than him. It was hard to make anything like this in a desert with little water but it was easy for him.
Gaara looked down at the sand before pulling his legs up to his chest. He didn't feel good right now. He never felt good when he thought about what allowed him to create these beautiful things. It was really ironic when one thought about it.
Gaara held out his hand and began to change little aspects of the castle. He didn't know what he was looking for but he just wanted something to be different.
Gaara smiled. "I know. I'll find some glass to put in it." He stood up then ran off.
When he got home, he grabbed whatever pretty thing he could find then headed to his castle. When he got back to where his castle stood, a tear fell from his eye. He dropped his new decorations and they sunk slightly into the sand.
Gaara soon fell to his knees and sighed loudly. It was gone. His pretty sandcastle…blew away.
"Maybe I can make it stronger this time," he said, then immediately perked up. "Yeah, I'll make it even stronger so not even Baki-san can stand up to it."
So the young Gaara worked again. He shaped his sandcastle and this time, he was going to make it bigger and better. When he was sure he had it, Gaara began to put his decorations into the walls. After he had placed a vase on the top, the castle roof fell in and the rest of the castle went with it.
Gaara just sat there, staring at the air where his castle once stood. He looked down at the sand that was being played with by the wind again.
"…Stronger." Gaara began to manipulate the sand once again. "My castle needs to be stronger. Stronger."
So, he continued for the rest of that day. Each time his sandcastle fell, he would rebuild it stronger and stronger. He wanted it like a real castle. It wouldn't fall, no matter what enemy it faced. It had to be stronger.
Gaara took in a deep breath then backed away, glaring at newly built sandcastle. It wouldn't dare fall this time. When he was sure it wouldn't, he lost his glare and smiled.
"Pretty." He looked up at the sky and his jaw dropped. "Where did the sun go?" He had been out here all day. He had to get back before Yashamaru worried.
He ran back home. The whole time he thought on how great his castle would look in the morning.
But it wasn't there in the morning. It had been destroyed by something and whatever that something was, it had kunai.
Gaara picked up one of the stray kunai and stared at it for a while. He then threw it in the sand, saying, "How dare you fall to a bunch of kunai?" He began to kick angrily at the sand. "You were supposed to stay up. You were supposed to be strong."
Gaara stomped on the sand one last time then began to shape it. He shaped it into a kunai then threw it; it didn't go far. Gaara looked at the sand kunai then shaped another and another.
Was his sandcastle weak because of him? Was he too weak to make a strong sandcastle? Then he'd grow stronger. He'd be the strongest sand user ever.
And when he was sure he could get no stronger, he would make the greatest sandcastle ever.
Thank you very much. I hope you liked it. I've never done this kind of thing before but I want to make sure people actually want this to continue so I will work on the next drabble after I get three reviews for per chapter. I make no promises as to when the next drabble will be up but I definitely will not create it with less than three reviews.
