In the darkest corridors of a decayed hospital, blood stained hands clutched on to a lifeless bed which bore the corpse of an ex-lover and the crying stain of mistake. The child was looked at in anger, the blood stained hands throwing the bed to the side, the lifeless body rolling pathetically on to the tiled floor, nurses and doctors hurrying towards the infant which had landed helplessly on his mothers limp form, rolling on to the cold tiles.

The cause of this mayhem walked hurriedly towards the exit, forcing all that stood in his way to be thrown across the hallway, tears of anger and a look of disgust painted thick on his features.

Another figure stood above the baby's form, now presented in a small cot with the smallest black blanket wrapped around it. It smiled the smallest smile possible and looked towards the doctor that stood confused at the wreckage.

The figure grinned and cocked his head

"Master will be wanting this delivered to him personally, and any objection to such will be treated as high treason, as it was no request, but a command" the effeminate figure flicked a lock of a golden hair from his eyes and turned to follow his master, waving an apathetic goodbye to the staff who remained stunned and in awe of the situation.

A forehead wet with sweat lay crestfallen on an office desk, the smallest sobs echoed in the room, as a fist feel upon the table top like iron, shattering every silence between his breaths. The silhouette leant on the broken mans door frame, his face void of emotion. He slowly dragged a lock of hair behind his ear and made his presence known

"Brother"

The sobbing man stopped his breathing, his fist being dragged across his face to dry his eyes, his posture regaining as his returned to a sat up position, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips quivering slightly.

"Yashamaru..." His voice stated, cracking slightly "It is most rude to interrupt a man during times of vulnerability"

"I apologise brother. I just wanted to inform you that the child will be brought to the house within five to seven days" His voice did not alter nor did his posture, the man at the door frame remained calm and awaited his masters reaction.

Two fists fell at speed on to the desk as the tall man stood himself up, his eyes widened in anger, his lips parted to show his teeth

"Why would I want that...That...Monster, that murderer living in my house?! He is nothing but a bad omen towards this house AND the country. He shall drive me to madness just by existing. Kill him. Immediately."

"Unfortunately brother, you must have an heir to the throne. I highly doubt you will ever remarry after this incident, you will never find someone like her again." Yashamarus' brow furrowed into a scowl at the leaders lack of forethought and how his emotions had overcome his common sense.

His brothers head dropped as he slunk back into his chair, his head propped up by a single hand, elbow resting on the table. "Then you must take over my place when the time comes"

"Don't be ridiculous. Although the people of our country know that we call each other brother, they are too aware that we are not related by blood to call me their leader if I were to ever take over, if time comes to pass in such a manner. You must keep the child lest you want to create unrest and controversy in the towns."

The man at the desk rest his face in both of his hands before closing his dark eyes. He pondered for moments until looking again into the eyes of his brother. He nodded and brushed him away with the smallest wave of his hand, being too drained from the day. His brother simply nodded and left.

With a sigh the man stood himself up from his desk and walked over to his window, opening so the gentlest breeze blew in, sweeping his reddish brown hair across his eyes. A single tear drew itself from his eye again and he lowered his head to wipe it away. As he opened his eyes once again, he noted the Crystal vase on his windowsill

Inside the vase here was a small glass rose, which glistened in the moonlight that shone through the darkness of the night sky. The rose was beautifully carved and contained patches of multicoloured sand inside it which seemed to swirl in a whirlpool pattern.

He smiled at the rose and took it out of the vase, investigating it fully, as if stuck in a nostalgic trance. He opened his desk drawer and withdrew a silk cloth, wrapping it around the rose.

The heartbroken man walked slowly through the sandy streets of his home town and basked in the lonely moonlight, oil lit torch in his hand and stared at the stars that were dotted around the smallest clouds. The gentle wind danced around him and blew through his dark brown locks, whispering regrets into his ear as he looked at the sand his sandals kicked up with every step.

He looked to his right to see the hospital that looked almost derelict, stood on its last legs and he sighed, slinking inside the building

Sneaking his way past the nurses and doctors, the man found himself standing in front of the sleeping child that had only hours before been presented to him. He sighed and frown solemnly at the infant, gently taking him into his cold hands, sneaking his way back out the front door.

The wind now danced and meandered around both of them, father and son as they moved closer towards the horizon, far from the gates of the city until they reached an oasis.

The man sat in full lotus position on a small island inside the oasis, the child laying quietly on his lap.

The man sighed and took out the small glass rose, staring at with a slight smile before placing it inside the child's hands, causing it to open it eyes slightly. The man looked in awe at the child's irises, unable to believe it. The two looked into each other's eyes, the pale green shade calming the man down, his new found smile lulling the baby back to sleep

"I can't believe it" He whispered, dropping his head with a sad smile "He has her eyes"

He stared at the child that lay in peace with his lovers rose in its' hands and smiled.

"Karura...I'm so sorry. Due to my needs and mistakes, you're alone up there in Kami's paradise, and I'm left with a constant reminder of what I've done. Let Kami know that I am fully aware of what I've done, let him know that I pray and beg for his forgiveness for I'd rather meet the devil himself as a broken man then not let you know that I'm sorry!" the child flinched as the man rested it inside his lap, grabbing his lamp and raising it above his head.

"Let the heavens know that I cannot stare into the child's eyes without being broken and killed inside again! Tell them that when this child is thought of, your death resonates in my mind! So I beg the heavens they let me join you one more time my Karura. My angel, my light...May I not have to be haunted by what I've done, what I've lost. And I pray that the heavens let this child be reborn in a land where it may be loved, where it will be unaware of the monster I made it, or the monster that made it."

Tears dripped down like rain on to the child's face, but it did not wake up, only flinching slightly.

"I will never regret this single decision." He stated in a strong loud voice before breaking the lamp between his hands, oil and flames engulfing the two figures, a bright orange light staining the sky covered in dark smoke. The man sat in silence as the child cried as he died slowly, the tall man hugging his child close

"Aishiteru. Gaara."

A bright white light illuminated the sky for a split second before falling to earth in a beam, curving at the face of the earth and shooting through the fire, dragging the souls of the burning shadows into the heavens

The child opened its eyes and cried, reaching out and writhing, as it gasped and sobbed. A tall man with long white hair who had a pale complexion gently lifted the baby and rested its against his shoulder, bobbing up and down gently to soothe its' cry, tutting in its ear softly until its fell back asleep.

The white haired man sat down and placed the child on his lap and sighed, pinching his brow gently with his finger and thumb

"To be stricken down before even being able to see, to feel and remember the true extremities of the world, suffocated by selfishness blinded by love. To be painted as an idol of regret and remorse, a symbol of hatred that was also love. A monster for a monster...Truly your life is already a pity." He picked the child up and kissed it gently on the forehead, the prints of his lips stained on the child's forehead in black ink which dripped and swirled until creating a pattern

"This is what you are. You are love." The man smiled "You are the selfish and unforgiving love that created you, the mark on your forehead as black as the hearts that bore you, making you incomplete... You have no heart for how could a heart work with no love? You remain as the ashes that you were left as." Slowly, the man relinquished his grip on the child, making him fall swiftly into the ground, his head splitting into a pile of ash and sand.

"But when you find that love, that meaning that starts you living and breathing, you will rise like the phoenix from your ashes, skin will crawl on to your sandy layer, blood will race through you and your heart will beat again. And when it does, this mark will turn as red as the blood that pumps through your heart, and shine as much as your love does."

He hovered his hand above the ashes, making them float and swirl into the form of the small infant, crystallising and creating a glass form, sand crawling over it to make a small skin like layer.

"When you awake you will be in a land that is unaware of your features, though not even I know where. Nor do I know who will find you. Your destiny has been made anew, good luck, Gaara."