I've gone back and read some of my story and I found a few mistakes I had missed so I am going back through and fixing them.
Don't own Naruto
Chapter one: first impressions.
Two women sat on the wall of Suna; a ninja and her friend. They watched the setting sun together. There shadows stretched across the sandy ground as they talked.
One girl had long white hair, and green eyes. Her skin was dark. She wore blue shirt and skirt, she was barefoot. On her left ankle was a dark blue thick anklet. She turned to her ninja friend with serious eyes and a hint of sadness.
The woman next to her wore a tan shirt covered by a brown jacket. She also wore a darker brown skirt. She was heavily pregnant and was rubbing her stomach instead of looking at her friend. Her dark eyes held unshed tears.
"I told you so" Kagura said to her friend with pain on her face "I told you I didn't like this man, and now look what's going to happen, you are going to die.
Karura sighed and gave a watery smile to her friend's statement. She rubbed the spot her child kicked her.
"I know Kagura, I know, it's just I love him, or I love what he was." She moved to twist the wedding band on her finger.
Kagura took her friends hand in her own as she said
"I have known power goes to human's heads if they're not careful." She spoke wise words but they didn't seem to help so she said "I am proud of your first child, she will be a great wind master, your son needs a little work in the attitude department but he is a fine child, as I expect from you."
Karura laughed at little and looked at her friend
"You always did tell it like it is Kagura"
Kagura smiled and patted her friends belly
"Only with the ones that truly matter; this child will be great as well"
Karura looked away
"I'm not so sure, not with that thing inside him" she glared at the sand as if to take out all her anger on it. "I am so sorry my child, so very sorry" she sobbed out
Kagura looked at her friend then at the desert. She stared at it longingly
"After I die will you go back to your pack?" Karura asked looking at the longing in her friend's eyes.
Kagura hadn't known the answer to that question yesterday, but today…she stood and helped her friend up.
"Karura, I am not returning to my pack after this, it is unlikely I ever will"
Karura's eyes widened and she moved to protest by Kagura stopped her
"You know of our legend?" Karura nodded "I am making you a promise, and when Okami Iki's make their promises they honor it. I will adopt your child as my own in the event of your death"
"But you can't Kagura, staying in human form takes so much energy out of you already, and the…" again she was cut off from speaking
"I know, but I will make this promise Karura, I will not leave a child of yours alone in the world, you have my word as the desert Okami Iki"
Karura stared for a moment before the tears spilled over, she hugged her friend and cried, soon the tears turned into gasps of pain.
"Kagura, hurry, you and I both are about to be mothers"
Kagura nodded and helped her friend to the hospital, as best and as fast as she could.
That night Karura gave birth to a boy, she gasped out the name "Gaara" and a few choice words for her brother and husband before passing away. Kagura waited outside, the Kazekage walked out but was stopped as she spoke
"It's your fault you know, you brought this on to yourself."
The man turned to her and sneered
"I had hopped you had returned to the desert"
Kagura smirked and said
"Not even in your dreams just letting you know, you haven't seen the last of me"
She laughed at him silently as she walked and he followed her with his head till she was completely out of sight.
Outside a white wolf sat on a roof and howled at the moon, a sign of mourning for her lost friend.
The Kazekage and his brother-in-law listened to the howls, and Karura's brother took to sleeping in the infant's room, to make sure nothing, nor no one, got in.
A few nights later, the Kazekage hauled his children to their rooms and yelled at them for going into their little brother's room.
"He killed your mother, he's a weapon, a monster created to protect the city, all three of you are to be trained as shinobi, and shinobi do not show feeling or attachments to siblings or otherwise, so stay out of the monsters room understand" he screamed at them, his dark eyes filled with rage.
Having never been yelled at so much, the children instantly agreed, and the Yashamaru stood by shaking his head as he prepared dinner.
In the infants room, Gaara cried at the yelling he could hear, though did not understand them, he cried because no one came in to hold him.
A pile of sand began to grow in the corner of the room, taking on a wolf shape before falling off the white wolfs form. It walked forward before its fur melted into its skin and became Kagura. She reached her hand into the crib, her white hair falling over her shoulder, tickling the babies face. Gaara giggled and grasped her hand.
Kagura leaned over and picked up her new child.
"Shush Gaara its ok, I have you. Let your soul be at peace, you're now a child of an Okami Iki, my child."
She placed the giggling boy in the crib. The sand covered her form and she vanished just as the uncle came in for the infant. He looked around before walking over to the now happy Gaara. "Hadn't he just been screaming a moment ago?" Yashamaru questioned.
From then on Kagura would rock Gaara ever night if no one was in the room. Kept the boy company as she discovered he could never sleep, lest the demon with in awaken.
Three years later
A little red haired boy sat in his room, surrounded by toys but feeling very lonely. No one in the house would talk to him or come and visit him except for the nice man who brought him food and toys and when no one else was around bring him outside.
Gaara felt strange, his uncle said he couldn't sleep and there for dream, so why did he keep dreaming the white haired woman who was warm who would appear in his room and rock him. Then vanish when someone would come in.
There was a shift in the air and even the three year old Gaara could feel it. A white wolf walked out from the corner of the room. How she got in he had no idea but he was three so he didn't really care for such things. The little boy looked at the wolf. He knew it was not a dog because his books with animals showed him it was a wolf, it looked like the pictures.
"Wolfe" he clapped happily.
The wolf was all white and had green eyes that glowed; there was a blue metal band around its leg. The she-wolf walked forward and nuzzled the little boys face. For some reason the affection seemed familiar to the boy, almost like a warm hand petting his face and soft words spoken. The wolf lay down in front of Gaara and he ran his hands through her fur. She was soft. She let him rub his face in it.
With a soft lick to the cheek the animal stood and walked to the same corner she had appeared in. she looked at Gaara then vanished. The door opened to show his uncle a few seconds later. Gaara felt strange, like he shouldn't tell his uncle about the wolf, like she would be taken away if he told. So Gaara didn't tell and every night she came and laid with him before his uncle came in with dinner.
Gaara forgot all about the white haired woman as the wolf began to come in her place
Three years later
A six year old Gaara sat on the swing, a teddy bear in his lap. He was sad for two reasons. One because everyone in the village hated him and called him a monster; the second reason because the white wolf had stopped coming a few days ago. He sighed when he heard a bark.
His head snapped up and looked the white wolf sitting in front of him. Her tongue hung from her mouth in a pant and her eyes seemed to smile. She walked over to him and licked his hand, as if to apologize for not coming.
"Hi Wolfe" he said with a small smile.
She looked at his eyes and seemed to be sad by the dark circles there. She whined.
"Uncle Yashamaru says it's because I can't sleep" the animal snorted but nodded.
A group of kids passed by, they were older and they looked like they wanted to play on the swings. They halted when they saw Gaara and the wolf.
Two looked scared but the leader picked up a rock and hurled it at the boy.
The sand of course blocked it but that didn't stop the words that followed
"Go away freak, monster"
The wolf growled and charged at the boy, her fangs bore. The three screamed and took off, hollering about a devil dog.
She snorted and walked back to Gaara he smiled at her and said
"Your name is now Mamoru, it means to protect" he smiled innocently and wolf nodded and lay down near him as he played with the teddy bear. Just when Yashamaru came to get the boy for dinner the wolf would stand and lick the boy's cheek before vanishing. This became their new tradition.
Gaara climbed up to the roof of a house. He sat on the ledge and stared at his hands.
"I knew it, it doesn't go well at all" he said. He brought his hands to his face and thought "How come I am such a monster, what exactly am I."
He remembers his uncle's words. About emotional scars and the love that healed them; the love his mother poured into his sand and how his uncle cared for him.
"Yashamaru" he sobbed out.
On a roof across from Gaara, Mamoru sat, staring sadly at the boy. She had made a promise however and she would honor it.
Just then Kunai flew out of nowhere and slammed into Gaara sand. He stopped crying and turned to the attacker. He looked horrified
"What, why me WHY" he yelled in his head.
Before he could do anything sand swirled together and Mamoru jumped out of it and latched on to the ninjas arm. Blood coated her face as she was thrown from the ninja's now bloodied arm. The ninja looked at the wolf as if surprised to see it.
The ninja hurled more Kunai at the two and Gaara jumped up as his sand blocked it. His sand flew to the man and crushed him as Gaara closed his fist in silent command. Blood coated the wall and floor as the man lay there.
"Who, why" he thought, placing one hand on Mamoru's head. He approached and tore the face mask away.
Who was underneath however gave him the shock of his life. Mamoru had suspected it and growled.
"Impressive Lord Gaara" Yashamaru said, one of his eyes closed.
Gaara clutched his chest in pain and shock. The man then twitched, pain filling his body.
Gaara stared then grabbed his head and screamed. Mamoru looked startled and stared at him as the sand became wild and flew around. He panted as he breathed heavily and Mamoru nudged him with her nose. Yashamaru looked at her and when their eyes met he said
"So it is you" he whispered then turned to Gaara.
Gaara was crying, tears pouring from his face and snot from his nose.
"Why, why, why, Why was it you." Gaara remembered his uncle's words on love and how he was precious to his uncle. "You were…only you were" his sobs kept him from finishing his sentences.
"It was an order" was the short reply. Gaara looked up in surprise why Mamoru glared. "I was ordered to assassinate you by your father, Kazekage –sama"
Gaara was shocked and over whelmed, his state caused him to hurl. Mamoru growled at the confession.
Yashamaru almost looked sorry for the boy as he gripped his chest and the wolf's fur.
"Father, why would you want me dead" he asked aloud
"You were born to be possessed by the spirit Shukaku, until today you have been watched over as an experimental subject. However you are unable to control the power of the living spirit Shukaku before long your existence will become dangerous to the village itself. We simply couldn't let that happen.
Gaara hiccupped and said
"Then, then… you had no choice, it was because father" Gaara's face looked hopeful.
"No your mistake" at this Gaara's lips quivered "Lord Gaara deep down inside I must've always…" the man took a breath "resented you" Mamoru knew this was tearing at the boys mind. "For coming into this world, stealing life away from my dear sister"
He looked at him and Mamoru knew he would lie to Gaara, she growled at him but he continued.
"I tried my best to love you by thinking you as her memento….but I couldn't. She never wished to give birth to you… she was sacrificed for this village and there for died cursing it."
Mamoru stared at the man much like Gaara was but for a different reason. Karura had wanted Gaara, but she resented how he would be brought into the world.
"Perhaps" the dyeing man continued "from that moment on, I've been carrying never healing emotional scars." Gaara looked stunned, as he recalled Yashamaru words earlier. "Your mother gave you your name; Gaara, a demon who only loves himself."
Yes Karura had named him that, as a reminded her husband had what he had done, not only to himself but his love.
"Love only yourself… and fight only for your sake. And I suppose this wolf will follow you to the end. She wished and believed that your existence is forever as long as you lived so."
Gaara's tears had stopped as he stared at his caretaker. The only man he thought had loved him.
"But she didn't give you the name out concern or love for you. The name was given to you in hope of your eternal existence. To let her grudge be carried down and be known to the world. I guess the only one who will ever love you is that wolf"
Were his final words as he opened his jacket and reviled the thousands of paper bombs.
"This is it please die." He exploded
When the smoke cleared Mamoru lay on the ground slightly dizzy from the bomb, Gaara however sat back up and thought. Thought of all the things his uncle had ever told him of his mother, and of love.
It was that moment the unbalanced connection of Gaara's mind snapped. He screamed as the sand drove into his forehead on his command.
Mamoru yelped and stood as he did. On his forehead above his eye was the kanji symbol for love; blood pouring from the wound.
Love only yourself and fight only for your sake
"That is Gaara, me I finally understand" he told the wolf who stood at his side. "I am alone besides you, I will not believe in anyone anymore. I will not love; I'm on my own, Hahaha that is right I am all alone." He looked down at Mamoru. "To protect, Mamoru, sense no human will ever understand, will you stand by me"
Mamoru sighed in her mind. She had promised Karura that Gaara would become her child if she died. This was her son; Her Sochi
The wolf gave the boys hand a lick and they both walked home. For the first time, Mamoru entered Gaara's home through the door.
The two siblings and the father sat at the table, not talking; when the door banged open. Gaara walked in, glared at them, grabbed his plate of food and walked upstairs. The youngest had wet him-self and the older one looked frightened. The father looked mad that his brother –in- law had failed.
He looked at the wolf following Gaara and when the animal's eyes met his, the green made them widen.
Gaara sat on his bed staring out into the night. Mamoru's head in his lap, he ran a hand along her fur and sighed. At least someone cared about him. His mothers sent her to him after all, to ensure his existence.
Ok there, I hope I got everything. To the new people, go and review and tell me what you thank.