Declaimer: I do not own Naruto, some guy named Kishimoto Masashi does.

Plot Summary: This is a story about what would happen if Naruto and Gaara grew up together. This story is cute but will contain Yaoi, Hentai, and Shotacon/lolicon. Just giving you a heads up if that's not your cup of tea. For everyone else. Enjoy.

"Kyuubi and Shukaku Speech"

"Thought speech

"Everyone else speech"

Chapter 1

On with the story

A small figure walked threw the sandy streets of Sunagakure, the village hidden in the Sand. Many people went about their business, talking among each other, working, or just walking towards where they needed to go, that is until they saw the figure. They looked upon the small child with a mix of fear and hate in their eyes. The village folk moved away from the figure's path, afraid of its wrath, the wrath of a small child, the child known as Gaara.

Just seven year old, Gaara walked forward with his head hung low. The small boy's silky scarlet bangs falling over his eyes and blocking his view. His baggy red pants and brown shirt hung loosely from his skinny, malnourished body as he trudged along. Gaara's father never bothered to buy the "monster" new clothes even though he had plenty of money. Silently Gaara stared at the ground, he didn't want to see the fear filled eyes of his fellow villagers. Even though he couldn't see in front of him the adolescent redhead knew exactly where he was going. He knew because he went there everyday in hopes of making at least one friend.

Once again Gaara's made his way to the park.

Gaara knew he was close because he could hear the happy laughs of the children there. He looks up and those big green eyes scan over the area. There are various structures for the kids to play on, like swings and slides. Many children run playfully about while their parents watch from the side. Gaara knows he is not welcome but he still wants to watch. The loneley tween finds a bench a good ways away from the other children and just sits there watching enviously. How he wished he could run around carefree, with friends, happy.

As he sits on the bench suddenly a green Frisbee flies over his head. He automatically gets up and reaches for it but, sadly, he is too short. Just as he loses hope, a string of sand flies up and grabs the Frisbee out of the air. It then lowers itself and sets the Frisbee in Gaara's hands. Gaara smiles triumphantly and waits for the other kids to come over and get their toy. Maybe he could join them.

As the children run over, they take one look at Gaara before stopping in their tracks. Gaara smiles and approaches them nervously; his hands outstretched offering them the Frisbee.

"Um, I got your Frisbee for you. Can I play?" Gaara asks shyly, speaking in a soft, tiny voice.

The children's eyes widen in fear before they all turn around and run away screaming. Each one runs to their parents scared for their lives. The adults grab their kids and send a glare towards Gaara before leaving the park. Gaara stands there silently while holding that Frisbee, his body frozen in place as he watches everyone go away. The little demon carrier stands there alone, he's always alone. After remaining there unmoving for what seemed like an eternity the fragile boy finally breaks down. He falls to his knees, cups his face in his hands and just cries silently to himself. The force of his quiet sobbing shakes his small figure.

"Why, why does everyone treat me this way? I didn't choose to be born with this. Why does everyone treat me like a monster?" The boy questions in a whimpering manner.

"That is because to them you are a monster." A deep voice replies.

Gaara stays in his hunched over position, a solemn look in his sparkling green eyes. He knew this voice well. It was the ever present voice in his head he's had since he could remember. The only thing that's ever cared for him.

"But I'm not a monster. I haven't done anything to the villagers; I have only hurt people when they attacked me. It's not my fault!" He screamed in distress, trying to convince himself more then the voice.

"That's not the way the villagers see it. Since you were born you have always been a monster to them and you will forever be a monster to them. You have already killed and you are just seven years old. Those villagers will always fear and hate you, no matter what you do." The voice growled.

Gaara shook his head not wanting to accept what the voice said. He has had this conversation with the voice many times, but he always tried not to listen. But every glare the villagers sent his way, every fear filled gaze cast upon him told him that he was a monster. And slowly he was beginning to accept it.

He looked down at the sand below him. He watched as it moved and flowed as if it had a mind of its own. His only friend was the sand. It always protected him. But he wanted more. Was it too much to ask for a real friend? All the other kids had friends, why not him? There could only be one reason.

"I am a monster." He admitted sadly.

"Yes you are Gaara. But no matter what you are, I will always be here and I will always protect you."

Not wanting to move, Gaara just feel over on his side and curled into a little ball. He continued to whimper silently, unable to sleep, surrounded by his only friend.

Night came quickly and soon Gaara discovered the punishment of staying outside on a chilly desert night. He shivered wildly, trying to chase away the cold, but even the sand covering his body couldn't warm him. Gaara finally decided that he should go home even though he knew he would find no love there. The tween slowly got up and prepared himself for the long walk. He looked around and realized how dark it was. Gaara began to shiver again, not from the cold this time, but from fear. The seven year old boy was always afraid of the dark.

Gaara began his walk, moving faster than usual. The city was quiet, it was very late and everyone was asleep by now. As he continued Gaara felt as if he was being watched. He thought it was just him being paranoid but the redhead still sped up anyway. As he moved the feeling grew stronger and soon Gaara found himself running from his unknown stalker. The adolescent boy ran as fast as he could, huffing and puffing until he ran out of breath. Gaara was forced to stop, falling on all fours in an attempt to recover. As he heaved in a ragged manner Gaara heard something whipping through the air. When he looked up the tween's eyes widened as a shuriken sailed straight for him.

The redheaded tween raised his arms over his face and braced himself for a painful impact, yet the impact never came. When he opened his eyes he saw that the shuriken was stuck in a wall of sand. The sand released the deadly weapon, making it fall harmlessly to the ground. The sand then began to swirl around Gaara protectively. As the tween stood up a tall figure appeared before him. It was dark so Gaara couldn't make out the figure's features but he did know that the person in front of him was much bigger than him. Squinting his eyes a bit he noticed the glint on the figures forehead. It was a sand shinobi headband.

Gaara knew exactly what was happening because it's happened before. Another one of his own people was trying to kill him. But he didn't want to fight, that's why everyone hated him. So he tried to reason with the mysterious assailant.

"Please leave me alone. I didn't do anything to anyone! I don't want to fight, just go away!" Gaara yelled out in a tiny high pitched squeak. His voice was filled with desperation. But despite hearing those words the figure said nothing. It just pulled out a kunai and charged.

The cloaked assassin was very fast. Gaara's inexperienced eyes couldn't even keep up with the person's movements, but his sand could. Every attack and charge was blocked by the sand. The figure was relentless, slashing and punching at Gaara but nothing got through. Gaara's silent opponent threw a hail of shuriken and kunai at Gaara but they were blocked as well. The assassin then jumped back and started making hand seals, when it was done the sand on the ground started forming around the figure's arm. The sand formed into a large blade. Soon after the assailant charged.

It got to Gaara in just seconds and slashed down on Gaara with a loud battle cry. The blade got an inch way from Gaara's scared face before it stopped. Gaara's sand now held the figures arm in a vice grip having shut forward to protect the vulnerable child. The stranger attempted to pull away but to no avail. There would be no escape. The sand then began to creep upward, completely encasing it's opponent in a deadly tomb. There was a whisper in Gaara's mind before the sand gave the finishing blow.

"No mercy."

As the voice spoke those harsh words the figure let out an agonizing scream before being crushed alive. Blood sprayed everywhere, some even splattered against Gaara's face. The whole area was drenched in the thick, red liquid. The redhead reached a shaky hand up and ran slender fingers across his own cheek. He brought it down and stared at the blood with a wide eyed expression. The skinny tween began to quiver in distress before continuing his journey home at full speed.

In a building in the middle of the village...

A man in the formal Kazekage robe sat patiently in his chair. The room he was in was well furnished with very expensive accessories. The man tapped his hand on the desk in front of him anxiously, waiting for the news on his most recent mission. Suddenly a whirl of sand appeared in the middle of the room and when it dissipated a shinobi appeared bowing to the Kazekage.

"Kazekage-same, the assassin was unsuccessful. Gaara still lives." The ninja spoke out in a disciplined manner.

The Kazekage banged his fist on the desk in front of him, breaking it. He then turned around and headed over to his window. Looking out on the village with a blank stare the Kazekage fell into a thoughtful meditation. This was not the first time he had tried to kill his son. This was the seventh failure. Gaara had no idea that his own father was trying to murder him, but that way for the best. If he ever figured that out Gaara might lose control and unleash that demon in it's full power and he couldn't let that happen. Gaara was too much of a risk. If that demon ever got out and he wasn't there to stop it the boy could destroy the village. The kazekage had subdued Shukaku many times in the past but one day he might lose.

With every passing day the demon inside Gaara grew stronger, able to unleash more and more of it's true power with each escape. He didn't know how long he'd be able to keep beating it and feared the day when it finally overpowered him. He had tried just killing Gaara, but Gaara was just too powerful for normal shinobi. He could always kill Gaara himself but despite how cruelly he treated his own son, the man couldn't bring himself to personally complete the task. Not when Gaara looked so much like his mother. The Kazekage began to think of a solution. As he looked down at the desert village his eyes ran over a single leaf, probably blown from a dying tree. As he stared it, an idea popped into his head. A satisfied smile grow across his lips before turning to the ninja still kneeling in his room.

"Bring me the fastest ninja in the village. I have a message for Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves." He said with a satisfied smirk.

The ninja nodded before disappearing. After watching the ninja leave the Kazekage sat back in his chair, his smile never leaving fading.

Elsewhere...

The Hokage sat at his desk restfully, finally done with all the paperwork for today. He took a puff of his pipe and sat back in his chair. It was hard work being Hokage, constantly signing papers, dealing with everyone's problems, making decisions between life and death on a regular basis, it was stressful to say the least. The job weighed heavily on the old man's shoulders. Sarutobi was surprised he lived so long, seeing as how he was always under so much stress. As he took a break from the day there was a swirl of leaves in the middle of his office and a masked shinobi appeared bowing in front of the Hokage.

"Hokage-sama, a message from the Kazekage," The man said while throwing a scroll towards Sarutobi. He caught the scroll with ease and opened it. Sarotobi read through it once and then again to make sure he read it right. The old Kage took another puff on his pipe before looking at his messenger.

"Summon the council. We have important issues to discuss." The third Hokage ordered.

The man disappeared as Sarutobi got up and walked over to his window which overlooked the village. A Hokage must see all. He looked into the distance where Naruto lived by himself, staring solemnly at that spot before whispering sadly.

"Not another one."

A few hours later the third Hokage, Sarutobi sat in a new room. This was the meeting room for him and the twelve council members. He sat at the end of a long rectangular table. The council members assembled, waited patiently for the reason they were called. Sarutobi set the scroll directly in front of himself atop the table and turned his attention to the council.

"Today I received a message from the Kazekage. He wishes to send us a gift as a symbol of our good standings with each other." As he finished, smiles appeared on the faces of the council members. This was great news. The hidden village was one of the five great shinobi villages and this gift from the Kazekage was a good sign that he wanted to ally himself with the leaf. An alliance with the sand would make both villages stronger and deter any other villages from attacking. One of the council members saw a problem in this situation. An elderly woman decided to speak up.

"Sarutobi, this is obviously good news, news that would not require our presence. What other news do you have?" The council seeing sense in her words turned to Sarutobi.

"You are right. There is more to this news. The Kazekage sends us a gift, but the gift is his son, Gaara of the dessert, the carrier of the one tailed demon, Shukaku." Instantly their faces changed. Each one knew the risk of having another demon child. If the demon ever escaped it could bring disaster to the village. They sat there in silence before one elder finally stood up and spoke.

"I say we accept him, not only will we be in good terms with the sand, he can be trained as a very powerful weapon." As he finished, another council member stood up.

"It's too risky, what if the demon escapes!?" With that said everyone began getting up and throwing in their opinion. The room was soon filled with unintelligible screams and shouts. Sarutobi watched with disappointment, this was no way to handle the situation. He raised his hand and sternly called out,

"Silence. " Instantly the room went quiet. The council sat down and waited for Sarutobi to speak.

"We shall have a vote. All in favor of declining the Kazekage's offer raise your hand." Three hands went up including the Hokage's. "And all those who want to accept the Kazekage's offer raise your hand." Ten other hands flew up. Sarutobi looked over everyone before nodding.

"Very well, Gaara of the dessert will become a citizen of the hidden leaf village." As he said this, smiles appeared on the council's face. Even those who lost didn't care that much. One council member stood up and began to speak.

"Of-course we will have to worn the older citizens of Konoha so they can take the proper actions to protect their families from a second demon child." Nods of approval came from the others as they decided Gaara's fate.

He would be treated the same as Naruto, feared, hated, and shunned. Gaara would live alone, outcast and rejected by society for simply being born barring an involuntary burden. Again Sarutobi found himself disappointed by his people. The old Kage opened the scroll in front of him which had a photo of Gaara on the paper. Sarutobi gazed solemnly at the boy's sad and broken eyes, something he'd seen in Naruto as well. He stared at the picture and whispered in a quiet, somber voice.

"I'm sorry."

Three days later at the gates of Konoha

Three figures walked slowly towards the great gate of Konoha. Two guards stood at the gates and took notice of the approaching people. As the strangers grew closer, the guards were able to make out their appearances. There were two tall shinobi wearing the traditional sand Junín uniforms, they wore white and brown striped Anbu masks on their faces. In the middle of them walked a child. This child wore a pair of dirty brown pants. Above that the child wore a dirty brown shirt with a small brown poncho over it. He wore small, brown, worn shoes on his feet. Long dirty red hair flowed down to his neck, his head lowered. He carried a stick with a small cloth tied onto it. Inside the cloth he carried his only belongings. The three made their way to the gates and were stopped by the Konoha guards.

"Halt, what is your business in Konoha?" One guards asked while stepping forward. One of the guards near the child began to speak as well.

"We come only to drop of the child. He is now in your care. The Hokage is expecting him." The person said before both shinobi disappeared, leaving the child alone with the two guards. The guards looked down at the child curiously.

"What is your name child?"

"Gaara." The adolescent boy said in a tiny voice while keeping his head down. The two shinobi took a step back, realizing the thing in front of them was the demon child. Their eyes narrowed while taking an alerted posture, they didn't want to risk any surprises.

"You will be meeting with the Hokage, move forward." One guard ordered in a gruff manner. Gaara moved past them and up to the gate, once he neared it the gate began to open. He moved into the village with the two guards following a good ways behind, not wanting to be near the demon child. The guards were replaced as they left their posts.

Gaara walked through the village with his head slightly up to see the place he would be spending the rest of his life. His father had suddenly decided that he would be sent to Konoha. The adolescent boy barely had the time to pack before he was sent off. In some ways he was glad to leave; maybe he could start over here, nobody knew about him here right?

That hope slowly dissipated as Gaara continued through the streets. As he walked forward the redhead began to notice the less-than-friendly faces of the people passing by. Many around him stopped and stared at the the demon carrier as he crossed their paths. The same distrust and fear in their eyes as the people in the Sand Village.

Gaara lowered his head, not wanting to see those faces.

"No matter where you go you will always be hated." The voice spoke up again. Gaara shook his head softly, not wanting to believe what the voice said. He tried to justify the people's actions.

"I am a stranger, anyone would be afraid of a person they don't know." He said trying to convince himself more than the voice.

"You're seven years old, no one would fear a seven year old unless they had good reason. They know you're a monster Gaara, everyone knows, you can't escape."

"Shut-up!"

Gaara screamed out loud, and as he screamed, the streets of Konoha quieted to a hush. The once busy and loud business streets of Konoha went silent at the command of a single child. The guards behind Gaara reached for their kunai, fearing an attack. Gaara realized he just screamed out loud. He looked up and got a full look at the people around him. He saw their faces, their reactions. Mothers grabbed their children and people glared at Gaara with hate filled eyes. Gaara's appearance was unmistakable; the adults were warned of Gaara but were forbidden to speak of the demon he carried. Of course like Naruto, that didn't stop their hate. Gaara lowered his head and began to walk even faster, he just wanted…he didn't know what he wanted, he just didn't want to be there. The tween began to move even faster towards the huge tower in the middle of the city, it was getting dark.

A few miles away a lone figure walked through the streets of Konoha. It was a small figure. He wore a baggy orange jumpsuit, the only thing he could afford. The boy walked home alone after failing again to make friends at the park for reasons unknown. It was getting dark and he hurried his pace. Ever since he was kicked out of his foster home it had gotten much more dangerous for him to be out at night. He wouldn't want to run into another drunken villager. The seven year old child walked fast through the streets until he caught the sight of his apartment building, his dirty, broken down, rat infested home. He continued to his single bedroom apartment where he would collapse in his dirty, ripped, bumpy bed, and have another night of merciless sleep. The child was Naruto Uzumaki, aka, the demon child. Unknown to Naruto as he walked home something awoke inside him.

Inside Naruto's mind, there is a room with pipes running along the walls leading to a giant cage. And on the cage there is a tiny piece of paper with the kanji for "seal" written on it. Inside that cage there is a creature, an enormous creature with fiery red fur and nine tails swinging powerfully behind it. Inside that cage the creature slept, but suddenly its eyelids flew open, revealing its blood red slitted pupils. The creature was the nine tailed fox, the most powerful demon in the world trapped inside this small child. And even though it was trapped, a small smile appeared on its muzzle.

"That chakra, it's faint but I can still sense it. Shukaku!" As the fox said this, it's smile grew into a huge grin, revealing its razor sharp teeth.

"We will be together again Shukaku my Love. Very soon." It spoke to itself hauntingly before closing it's eyes again, awaiting the right time to put it's plans into motion.

That's the end of this chapter, please review.