Garra clutched his head as he rocked back and forth trying to quiet the voices in his head. Kill them. They don't love you so why let them live? They also look pretty tasty , when was the last time you ate? "Please! Silence my parents they- they do so love me they … they just don't know how to show it, " Garra whimpered back. They don't know how to show it? You say, then how do you explain the way they treat your siblings? Your family always looks so happy…when you're not around Garra. "Please! Be quiet! I no longer wish to hear your cruel suggestions!" Garra stood up and ran out his room, down the stairs, and out the door.
The voices had started to talk more and more often and they said the same things all the time, Kill them, eat them, they don't give a damn about you so kill them. Garra refused to listen . A young seven year- old red-haired boy who couldn't even come close to describing love since he had never received any. He had been burden with a demon within him since birth. His father, the Kazekage, had been the one to do the deed and as long as Garra could remember he had always been shuddered by everyone in the Hidden Sand Village. His only friend was a teddy bear a young girl had once given him before she left the Village. The teddy bear was very dear to him, he never let anyone else touch it. Though no one else did dare touch it of fear of what Garra could do to them. Well Garra wasn't truly what everyone feared it was the demon sand that acted as his shield and sometimes as his weapon. Because of the sand Garra had never been physically wounded , just mentally. The sand acted on it's own so sneak attacks were futile, even with that obvious fact some ninjas still tried, ninjas from his very own village attacked making it hard for him to trust anybody.
Garra's eyes were starting to sting from holding back his tears. He was almost there, to his secret spot where the voices never spoke, just stayed hushed and let Garra rest in peace. Garra going to mute us are you? But what about supper? As you run your stomach growls requesting a meal it will never receive, turn back I know two perfect candidates that could satisfy your hunger for blood. Turn back, Turn- Garra reached the small tree house and started climbing immediately . He could still hear the voices but just barely and once he was inside the tree house they'd be gone for as long as he stayed in there. And they were wrong he had a secret lunchbox hidden under a pillow that a young boy had offered him in exchange for his life just yesterday when he had once more made a failed attempt to play with the village's kids. He had gone chasing after them offering to let them play with his ball after their ball had been flatted by a chubby boy , who had tripped and fallen on it.
The children had been teasing the large boy unaware Garra was watching them from high above a tree trying to come up with something to say to them when he realized they needed a ball to continue their game. This was his chance to play with them or to at least be useful to them. Garra had let his ball fall first to see the kids' reactions. The kids were going from teasing to bulling when they heard a loud boing! The children all turned around in time to see a mysterious ball bounce then roll towards them. The children all had questioning / frighten expressions. Their faces all turned pale, their eyes became enormous , and their heads started sweating like crazy at the sight of Garra hovering down the tree with his sand. All the children ran away instantly the poor chubby boy falling again as he was pushed and shoved as stronger and more athletic children sped away not even looking back once. Garra had run up to the poor defend less young boy who was staring at him as if he was the devil itself coming to drag him to hell. "Are you ok?" Garra asked with a shy smile on his face as he stretched out his hand to the chubby boy. The chubby boy stared at the out stretched hand as though it was a venomous snake waiting to strike him. Garra continued to smile sweetly to the frightened boy while his heart started to race the boy was hesitating but maybe he would take his hand and let him help him up. The chubby boy stuck out his hand Garra followed his arm with his eyes to see the boy's trembling hand pointing over to the bench a couple yards away.
"My lunch box," the boy stated. "It's lying on that bench." Garra nodded unsure why the boy was telling him this. Did he want to have supper together? Garra was hungry. "Y- you can have it, but please let me-let me go!" the boy nearly sobbed at the end of his plea. Garra turned his face back to the boy lying on the ground to see he wasn't there anymore. Garra looked up and noticed the chubby boy was already across the field. He must be training to be a ninja.
Garra started to tremble the boy had run off. He should've known that was going to happen, but he could never stop himself from hoping. He didn't have any friends and maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't see everyday the smiling faces of the village's kids as they played together. He envied them, they didn't have to suffer everyday of their life and he was relived they didn't, no one should have to feel the way he did. No one. The lunch box the boy had offered him, he hadn't been sure if he should've taken it, but it didn't seem the children would be coming back soon. So he took it and stashed it in his secret tree house. Now his stomach was bothering him, demanding food. Garra rarely, if ever, received presents. The lunchbox might've been an offering, but it was more then he had received in less then a month. He didn't want to eat it, but his stomach requested food and he had been denying it any nutrients all day and yesterday he had barely eaten any supper, due to the fact that their servant had found him eating left overs. She had shooed him away ruefully. Garra opened the lunch box and broke apart the two chopsticks packed in it and started to gobble it all. That's when he heard an explosion shaking the tree house violently. Garra dropped the almost finished lunchbox on the floor spilling a couple grains of rice. He hurried to the entry of the tree house only having to shield his eyes as sand and rocks came flying at him. As the sand started to settle Garra spotted two anbu ninjas. Oh please not again. The ninjas also noticed Garra one throwing a shurikin at him. Garra's eyes widened as the shurikin came closer. Just as the shurikin was a foot away Garra shut his eyes as tears threatened to appear. The sand became a shield and stopped the shurikin from hitting it intended destination…like always. Garra wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Please stop!" Garra yelled as a tear escaped his eye. The ninjas disappeared only to reappear in midair with bombs in both hands. Those weren't going to cause any damage, at least not to Garra, at least not sand did not try to stop the bombs. The bombs destroyed the tree house along with the better half of the tree. The two anbu ninjas stood in front of what was left of the burning tree. Suddenly they were wrapped in sand. The last thing they saw was the demon child walking out from the burning tree unharmed with a frightened expression his face before the sand crushed them to death.