Standard Disclaimers apply
Broken Whispers
Chapter One: I Never Wanted to Cry When I Was Born
You're a monster…
Stay away from us!
Ahhh!
My CHILD!
A small Gaara ran…to where…he didn't know.
Everyday, since his birth, he had known nothing of what physical pain was and what it could possibly be. The sand had always shielded him from any of it like a loyal puppet that goes on moving, even if it is out of his own will. Gaara knew he should be thankful but…it came with a much larger price. It was a price that he had to pay, even if he hadn't wanted it to be what it is now. He was away from any physical pain, but prone and vulnerable to more torturous wounds….
The only person he ever had the will to believe he could trust, the one that taught him of the one and only medicine to cure all the soreness he felt inside, the only person he thought he'd be willing to protect and accept….
Yashamaru betrayed him and tried to destroy him.
He had made him believe that there is such a thing as perfect, like love, but in the end, would also be the one to inflict the largest and probably the deepest wound Gaara would ever have to bear with…. That even his love for himself cannot heal.
"Yeah, there could be this love that can ease the pain like you said…but you too had made known to me the permanent pain you had so enthusiastically informed me about." He wiped away the tears that had been flowing from his eyes minutes ago with the back of his hand.
"Why tell me about love and pain when you planned it to be the things I'd know better than you do…?" his small voice muttered as he gave the last sane chuckle that he would have for the next couple of years. It was soft but hollow; as if all kind of emotion had been erased from it the second he stood up from where he'd been looking at the dead cold body of his…of this stranger.
He straightened his back with finality, as if he had done it in all of the 6 years (1) of his life. "I'm going…," he muttered and that was all the wind had to whisper to those villagers who came to see. Those people had come to look at the back of the demon child they had feared so much, but instead, they saw….
That night, there was nothing but silence as crimson ruled the Hidden Village of the Sand….
To be continued…
A/N: Sorry that was short but it's only the prologue.
AND SOMEBODY BETA-ED this for me! He/She helped me fix things up so that it would be a bit more decent.
He/She's… Blue Expressionist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's give Him/Her a good round of applause!
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