Disclaimer: I do not own RotG or Naruto or their characters.
A/N: This idea came to me a few days ago and begged me to write it so here it is. I might just leave it as a one-shot but if you guys want I will continue it. I hope you enjoy this!
Gaara lay still, staring up at the full moon. He had always been drawn to it. It had never bothered him, he just assumed the beast he held inside himself had been responsible for that. That was gone now. He was gone. That kid with the ninetails had made sure of that. Gaara had thought Naruto was out of chakra when he had suddenly been engulfed by and orange chakra belonging to the demon fox. He had watched, too exhausted to move as the chakra transformed the boy into a two tailed fox. A second later it was all over.
He sighed. It seemed his existence had no meaning after all, he hadn't killed a single of Konoha's ninjas. A wind rose around him, ruffling his red hair. He blinked as he felt another presence. It was the moon. "What do you want?"
He hadn't expected an answer but he had received one in the form of an impression. The moon did not speak in words so much as vague ideas. The idea it was giving Gaara was sand. Gaara sat up. Could he still use his sand after he died? Well it was worth a shot.
He took his gourd off his back and poured some sand into his hand. Closing his eyes he focused on his chakra. His eyes snapped open in surprise as he realized that he was now a being made purely of chakra. He had shed his body in death and taken this new form. That made this much easier.
He mixed the sand into the chakra of his hand and walked over to a nearby tree. Experimentally he punched it with his non-sand hand. It went straight through, making no impact whatsoever. Taking a step back he threw all of his weight into a punch with his sand hand. The tree splintered, cracking loudly as toppled to the ground. Gaara grinned. He went back to his gourd and began to mix more sand into his chakra. When he had finished he stood and looked up at the moon. He looked exactly as he did before he died with his sand armor in place, only where flesh had been before there now was mutable sand.
The moon communicated again. This time it was about the children Gaara had grown up with. Something about protecting them. Gaara scoffed. "You expect me to protect those who despised me, who isolated me? The only reason I can think to live know is to deliver to them what they dealt to me."
He slung his gourd over his shoulders and turned his back on the moon. The moon pleaded silently with him as he walked away through the trees.
