Naruto Fan Fiction
A/N: I don't own Naruto; it belongs to
Prologue: Birth
If you are a parent, and you want to be loved, you have to deserve it." ― Jodi Picoult
The wail of a newborn child filled the cold desert night as a moon shone brightly over the village hidden in the sand; Suna. The Kazekage, its trusted leader created a weapon that night; the night his third child was born. A dark shadow fell over that child's future as its fate was sealed by her father.
The room was dim, lit only by a small lamp in the corner. A hospital bed, with a sweaty woman panting as she lay upon it looking as if she were in extreme pain, filled the back of the room; the rest taken over by a large table. An ancient looking teapot was sitting innocently on the table as if waiting to be used in a Childs' tea party. Three people were the only witnesses to the early birth, an elderly medic, the Kazekage, and the Kazekages' wife; mother of the baby.
"She is premature Kazekage-sama, but she is the most compatible." Stated an elderly woman wearing traditional desert clothes; her face was wrinkled giving her a kind grandmother look, if not for the cold calculating gleam in her eyes she could have been seen as a kind person. She gruffly held the small baby, in the palm of her hand. A mop of crimson red hair the only thing visible of the newborn girl in question.
A young man looked down at the child with a worried look. He stood stiffly to the side as if trying to stay calm and cold, but failing pitifully at it when worry showed clearly in his posture.
"Are you sure she could handle it? She looks very feeble." The man said stating his deepest worry. The older woman narrowed her eyes in annoyance, mistaking his concern for him doubting her medical skills.
"Yes I'm very sure." She elderly woman answered confident in herself and her decision.
"Very well then, you can begin" Ordered the man with finality in his words.
The old woman nodded and turned around she placed the baby girl onto the already prepared sealing a circle next to a teapot covered in intricate seals that colored it onyx black. She then started to rapidly do hand seals as the small baby's stomach started to glow with an ethereal light. The baby squirmed, its face a mask of pain and cried out as if the glow was hurting her. The man tried to rush to his daughter's side but a weak call from behind him where the bed was placed made him stop in place.
"Let me see her face… let me see my daughter's face." Was the weakly panted request.
The Kazekage whipped around to gaze frantically at the young woman who was quickly dying from her premature child birthing. "Karura! Are you okay?!" The Kazekage asked, even though the answer was very obvious.
"No she's not. She's slowly dying from blood loss." The elderly woman bluntly answered for her. The elder wiped the sweat that had accumulated from the effort of using powerful jutsu's off of her forehead and grimly stated "The sealing was successful Kazekage-sama. Your youngest child and the shukaku have been sealed together." A shiver of repulsion went up the Kazekages' spine at the name of the sand demon.
He looked down at his feet a crestfallen look on his face as his youngest child was handed to his dying wife. It seemed as if his life was being torn to shreds, all because of his foolish decision, oh how he wished he could take it back. Karura gazed lovingly at her redheaded baby her eyes gently praising the newborn beauty. "What a small feeble child. This child's name is Gaara. A demon that loves and fights only for itself. Be strong my Gaara."
And with that said Karura closed her heavy eyelids as if a burden had been taken off of her shoulders and breathed out her final words to her cursed daughter "I love you."
Beep…
The sound of a door slamming closed echoed throughout the dark and quiet house. Two children a girl about three years of age and a boy of two years turned quickly to look at who had come in with huge identical grins spread across their young faces.
"Uncle!" exclaimed the youngest child who had brown eyes and shaggy light brown hair. He sat on the couch in the living room in direct view of the door next to his elder sister. The girl had light blue eyes and sandy blonde hair put up in four messy pony tails. She and her brother had been home alone for quite a long time diligently waiting for their mother to come home after she and their uncle had quickly rushed to the hospital 'for an emergency' their uncle had said.
The girl's grin shrinked a little as she realized it was not her mother who had come in but her uncle. She looked behind her uncle with curious blue eyes as her four sandy pony tails bounced a little. Sadly she didn't see the woman who she resembled so much standing behind her uncle with a kind smile that normally adorned her face.
"Uncle where is mommy?" the two year old boy asked innocently when he realized his mother was nowhere to be seen.
Their uncle sighed and looked down at the bundle in his arms with a small smile that had a hint of hate in it directed at it carefully hidden from the children; although the sharp three year old caught this wondering, 'Why is he hateful towards that bundle?'
Their uncle lowered his arms so the two children could see that the bundle was really a small redheaded baby girl, so small that If it hadn't been moving the children would have mistaken it for a doll.
While the two year old boy remained oblivious cooing over the redheaded baby, the three year olds mind was racing. 'Why would he hate this baby? It makes no sense!'
"Is this our new sister?" Kankuro asked.
"Yes, her name is Gaara. She's still very young so be gentle with her. Okay?" Yashamaru said giving a slight smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else.
"Uncle I thought mommy said our sister wasn't arriving for another month or so. Also, where is mommy?" inquired the three year old who at times was smarter and more perspective than the average adult and at other times, when it's convenient for her, is about as smart as a rock.
He sighed once more as he placed the baby next to the two year old boy who was jumping up and down on the couch, trying to see his newest sibling better crying out "Lemme see! Lemme see!" he calmed down when the small baby was in his sights right next to him. He smiled softly as only an older brother would at the baby who was peacefully sleeping, her fuzzy red hair sticking out all over the place.
"Well?" Temari asked impatiently waiting for her uncle to reply.
I might as well tell them bluntly as possible, they hopefully might not understand if I don't sugar coat it. Yashamaru thought worried about their reaction to the unexpected death of their mother.
"Temari, Kankuro I'm afraid your mother will not be coming home; there were some complications with the child birth. Gaara was born prematurely and your mother died from loss of blood." He said sadly addressing the two toddlers.
Unfortunately for him Temari understood perfectly well. Her eyes showed the shameful pain she was feeling so she lowered them to the floor hiding her crestfallen face in shadows. A diamond like tear could be seen falling to the ground as she quickly shook her head as if trying to shake the sadness off. She heaved a deep breath and promptly turned around and ran up the stairs her feet pounding the floor as she ran to her room so she could hide from the loss of her mother.
A young Kankuro looked up from cooing over his younger sister as he heard his older sister run out of the room. He looked questioningly at his uncle hoping for an answer but none came as his uncle only sighed and glared at the small baby girl thinking what am I going to do with you?