(For starters...I just thought of going back to this fic, because I like it. A lot. It's short, but it's sweet. So I came back, rewrote some things and fixed some grammar and spelling. Enjoy!)
Hello people I'm back! This small fic is for Yashamaru on his birthday! This is probably the shortest thing I have ever written but I honestly thought I wouldn't post anything ^-^ but I finally did so I hope you enjoy! The title honors his favorite word, so it seems off topic, even though it's not.
Disclaimer: T.T let's get something straight...I'm not saying it. Not today. You know it, I know it, Kishimoto-sama knows it, so why waste my breath? Enough said.
"A wound of a heart is different from a flesh wound. Unlike a flesh wound, there are no ointments to heal it, and there are times when they never heal."
-Yashamaru.
He looked at the baby in his arms, and watched the droplets of water run down the baby's soft face. The pain of the losing his sister barely setting in, taking over the numbness he had felt from the moment of her death.
The baby in his arms began to stir and he half smiled through his tears, his sister's will, he would carry it out. He didn't know how that would help, or if it would at all, but it was her dying wish, he had to comply.
He would love the boy in his arms just like he had loved the other two, but everytime he saw him he'd feel that pain, and see his sister again. Somehow, he would make it, he had to. For his sister, and for the boy as well.
A smile almost sliped again, as the small aqua eyes opened and stared at him...
A small boy interrupted his train of thought as he ran towards him, a small package in his hands, smiling. He was still so young, but he had a pure heart, only dampened by his loneliness. He hoped he wouldn't change much and that he could grow strong from his pain, he had done the best he could but in a few days he would join his sister, wherever she was waiting for him. He had done the best he could, now he could only hope for the best...but he still couldn't help but hate himself for what he had to do...
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/ -/-/-/-/-/-/
His last breaths...he knew this was it. He looked at the small redheaded wreck..."I'm sorry Karura, I'm sorry for doing this to your child"
The terrible sin he was committing and the fear of having let his sister down, he could only hope they forgave him, if he had that, his death wouldn't be something to regret.
He got up and remembered the date, a date he had seen come with dread for many years, but which he now remembered fondly. He added a small black ribbon to his uniform, a sign of mourning despite the small smile that lingered on his lips. He had to remember to go put some flowers on the gravestone after he finished with his duties as a Kazekage. He left for his office with the hint of a smile still playing on his lips.
He stood staring at the gravestone, his red hair ruffled slightly by the wind. Behind him a green eyed girl spoke calmly.
"Gaara it's time to go, Temari said we'd all have dinner together, we can't make them wait, Matsuri and Kankuro said they had something to tell us..." she trailed off "Gaara?"
"I'm coming" he told the black headed girl, he turned to the gravestone again, to this day, his uncle's words still affected his life, to this day he owed a great part of his happiness to his actions, and he knew he was still watching over him, and his siblings. He could think of nothing more to say...
"Happy birthday uncle Yashamaru..."
Wow. Well like i said it was short but I hope you liked it. Reviews as usual, are appreciated. Seriously review. Now. Go. Do it. You know you want to!