Beta: Reidluver

A/N: Story maybe a bit AU (timelines, characters….), on the other hand this is a fanfiction. So of course its AU.

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Chapter 1 – Gaara of the Sand

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Gaara ran as far as his small legs would take him. Leaving his home village, Sunagakure behind, he could still hear the villagers' angry shouts as they cursed his name. A tiny tear rolled down on his chubby, childish face. He didn't understand why: Why had Father wanted to kill him? Why did his uncle, the only man who ever loved him, want to kill him?

He thought Yashamaru loved him. He thought . . . he thought he wasn't alone anymore. His feet stuck in the sand and he started to fall. He fell down the side of the dune, but before he could hit himself he land on the sand which came to his rescue. It floated with him for a moment before it settled down on the other side of the dune, placing Gaara carefully on the sand. Gaara curled up in a tiny ball, pulled his bony knees to his chest. He rocked his body as his tears fell, and hugged himself, because nobody was there to hug him.

The night sky slowly turned lighter, as the sun finally emerged on the horizon, and with the sun, one lone figure emerged on the next dune. Whoever the man was he didn't came from the village. Gaara couldn't see the man clearly, because his features were covered in shadows. Gaara watched with rapt interest as the figure get closer and closer to him. He didn't take his eyes off from the approaching figure.

When the man was only a few feet away, Gaara could finally see that the man was a ninja just like his Father, or his Uncle, yet his forehead-protector had another symbol on it. Gaara's azure green eyes studied the waiting figure, he wore dark blue trousers and long sleeved shirt with a green vest.

Gaara frowned, Yashamaru mentioned something about this uniform once, but he just couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. The man's face was mostly covered, only his right eyes could be seen. He could clearly see the kindness and concern in this abyss-like black eyes as the man kneeled before him. Wait, when the ninja kneeled down? Why did he kneel down? Why did he looked concerned? Maybe he cared? Gaara shook his head, because nobody cared. Nobody wanted him, nobody liked a monster like him. Nobody.

He was recalled to the present by gentle hands on his shoulder and head, the man turned Gaara's head toward him, while his one eye studied his face.

"Hey there, are you okay?" the voice was not a man's voice, but of a boy's.

Gaara didn't answered as he tried desperately came to terms of what was happening; why did this strange care? Nobody cared who knew him.

The man, or more likely boy, sat and plopped down beside him on the sand. "Ah, I'm not good in this." whispered the ninja, before he turned his full attention toward Gaara.

"I saw what happened last night. I don't understand why, but…" the shinobi frowned as if he was searching for words, like he wasn't used to talking. It was all right with Gaara. He wasn't used to talking either, nobody talked to him, nobody besides Yashamaru.

Gaara turned his azure gaze down to the sand. He had just killed Yashamaru. "I don't really knew why they attacked you last night, but I will help you. I could take you away if you want, that is." The boy ran his finger through his own silver hair, before he continued. "Nobody should treat a child like that," whispered the ninja.

Gaara felt his heart breaking, he felt a bit of hope that someone would take him away, that someone would care for him, but this stranger wouldn't want to take a monster. It would be better if he told the ninja the truth, before it would hurt in his chest even more.

"I am not a child, I'm a monster." Gaara whispered, his voice could be barely be heard over the desert's wind.

"Mhm. It doesn't matter."

"I'm a monster if I close my eyes. The monster within me will destroy everything!" Gaara snapped back his voice rising, the sand swirled around him in agitation.

"I see." The stranger answered and stood up. Gaara felt like his chest would bust from the pain he felt. The stranger will leave me too, whispered a desperate part of him. A single tear ran down his face. He would be left alone again.

"Are you coming?" Gaara's head snapped up, his azure eyes wide, the stranger didn't leave yet. He stood there and waited. Waited for Gaara. A small smile tugged his lips as he climbed to his feet, and stumbled toward the older boy as they started to walk towards from where the stranger came.

"My name is Kakashi." Gaara looked up his red bangs falling in his eyes, the ninja watched him intensely, his dark eye still held the warmth for Gaara.

"Gaara."

"Nice to meet you, Gaara." The shinobi's hand rested on his tiny shoulder, he could feel the heat that radiated from the other's hand. He tensed under the arm for a moment. It felt nice, almost safe. He relaxed his body and let himself enjoy the moment for now. Who knew how long will it last?


Kakashi about 14, Gaara 6.

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