Shot down by my foe, my eyes blacken to the world. My body felt like it was scorched, my limbs refused to move. Something was crushing my lungs, making it difficult to breath. I tried to force air into my body, my eyes clenched shut. Cold air entered my throat, causing me to cough, as it fills up my lungs, my heart beat descended to normal. My lips twitch, I'm confused…
To live to kill, just another weapon in their eyes, just another… a river of pain shots through my spine, my couching increases. My lips presses to a line.
"arggh" I screetch. Through closed lips
Pain.. Blood… this is how it feels like.. To be a live… to feel physical pain.. To be able to understand how my foes felt, when I crushed them to death with my sand, as I filled their lungs with my crystals, suffocating them. My sand… flooding through there body, scraping the inside surface. There faces… I understand now.. Why they made those faces. Why they cringed, why they fought with fear, why they prepared for the pain and how they learned to embrace it and turn it into motivation, but I always thought they were just being ignorant. Why would they fight on with their dying breath when they knew they had no chance I'd think to myself, and Sometimes even aloud I mocked them. Then Temari and Kankuro would stare at me, their eyes hinted frustration towards me, and compassion for the victim, but never dared say a word to me. No one would say anything that would irritate me, go against me… Go against me… maybe not their words but their actions.. attempts to kill me, destroy me.. Why…
The past flashes through my head, screen plays of fights I've been through. The pain and terror in their eyes as death approached them, sucking the life out like a vacuum. The moment before their death, my victims eyes blackened. They must have been blindly watching their life pass by, their friends, families. All their lies and disappointments, their happiness and joy. Their enemies and their arguments, their passed…but what hurt the most probably was the future, the future they would not have because of me..
Scenes of a little child with no parents, clutching a teddy bear… clutching the teddy bear his mother… Mocking voices surrounding him, yells and cries as I approach, I always wondered if my spirit was locked up in the grim reapers body, and the mirror just reflected what was really inside. But soon, I discovered why they feared me. Why they ran as I approached the play ground, why they didn't include me in there games, and why my uncle hated me… because I am a monster. A cold hearted monster that destroys anything that gets in my way, anything that tries to hurt me automatically disincarnates. Eyes, disapproving eyes, always glaring, always judging the monster sealed inside me like I want it there.. Like I could control it.. LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT, MY FAULT THAT I KILLED.. MY FAULT THAT… I was indestructible. The ultimate weapon that's to dangerous for any village… just a weapon… just a weapon…
Then another picture emerges completely washing away the fragments of emotions of the other scenes.
To live for others… his voice echoed through my head
Who said that.. Who's voice is this? Who's…
The image in my head begins to clear, I can make out blond spiky hair… blue eyes… the image continues to sharpen it self, soon I can see every crater in his face, ever scratch on his visible body parts and every hole in his outfit... Naruto Uzamaki
To live for others…
His voice haunts me.. His face… his spirit.. How could he be so much like me, but still have a heart filled with compassion and sympathy, how could he forgive the ones that mock him, fear him, and try to take his life. How…
"Gaara!" someone calls, a voice, a familiar voice… my eyes flutter open, sand still in the creases. Naruto lays a couple feet next to me. His body looks much like mine except for the smile planted on his face.
"Naruto.." My voice responds his eyes held mine.. "Thank you…" my voice trails off, my eyes shut for what I thought would be an eternity.
Light lifts up my eyes. Temari and Kankuro sit in red velvet chairs next to me, sound a sleep. Temari's blonde hair is covered in a thin layer of dirt, her eyes bruised, and her body sluggish. Kankuro's hair is sprinkled in bug blood and the smell.. Rust.. Sweet rust… STOP IT, I command myself, I cant be addicted.. To the feeling…the taste…of the Blood..
"Gaara!" My blonde hair angel called out, his spikes were flatten from the rain. "Gaara! Are you alright?"
"Yes.." My weak voice answers, unrecognizable to myself, never really paid attention to my voice. " Why did you…" my voice trails off like last time we talked.
"Because Gaara, were the same, your just like me. I know how hard it is.. And I want to be your friend." His eager voice replies. His soft eyes, not judging me, not fearing me, and holds something in them for me.. Compassion?
Friend… I never had a friend before.. What is a friend to exact? Some one who is not afraid someone who trusts, someone who cares for me?
My deflated limbs gain air, I stumbled up, gripping the sides of the bed. Metal… Cold… I feel like I never seen it before..
My feet roll over the bed, lightly gliding against the marble floor.
" Cold, freezzing" I say under my breath. As I Stand up for the first time with my new eyes, I reach for Naruto, wrapping my arms around his frame. His eyes widen and my legs begin to clasp.
"Gaara!" His arms tighten around me, his smell… he smells like dirty socks.. His face bruised and scratched from our duel. His eyes though.. They are so bright, soo bright…
"Gaara! Are you ok?" He slumps me awkwardly back on my bed, and he tries shifting my position until my head lays stiff on the pillow.
"Naru..to" My lips carve out the words, but my voice does not descend.
"Gaara…" he places his rough, warm hand on my cheek. " You are my friend."
My eyes slip shut, slumbering became of my weakness.. "I can't sleep… the monster…"
" Don't worry Gaara theirs a bracelet on you that will monitor the beast and wake you up if anything happens.." His voice was soft, soothing, so my mind began to drift off.
" Naruto.. Thank you" my eyes shut again and I drift off to dream for the first time.
"What is it…", a voice I recognized… a voice… who's…
"It's my son of course", pride and joy laced in her voice, her eyes lovingly scanning the child clenched in her arms. Entangling him, and comforting him…
"It's a demon", declares the man… his face, it reflects the child's face. But his eyes… no the eyes weren't his..
"He's our child", defense lays thick in her voice, her eyes began to weaken, " And I love him…" her voice begins to fade, her eyes being pulled down as her heart rate descends. "Even if it kills me…"