Alright…This is my first Naruto fan-fic. It is an OC story, so if you don't like those kinds of stories, please leave. Also, most of this story will be done in Gaara POV; I will inform you if it isn't. One more thing, if my OC goes anywhere close to Mary Sue land, please tell me, and then slap me in the face. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, just my OC.

CHAPTER 1: RETURN

A sort of dread hung over me as my siblings carried me back to my home. Our failure would surely be punished upon our return.

It was mostly my fault that we were in this predicament. If I didn't start my transformation so soon…

"I'm…sorry…"

I muttered to my siblings, who seemed to be surprised by this sudden apology.

Temari looked at me with sad eyes.

"It's okay Gaara."

The trees that bordered Konoha were beginning to thin, leaving nothing but sand before us. The barren wasteland was usually calming to me, but now it held the promise of being beaten within an inch of my life.

As the sun set over the desert, my siblings drifted off into an unpleasant sleep. They knew what awaited them upon return. They also knew that running wasn't an option. The other shinobi of our village would find us soon enough. It was better to face our punishment boldly than run like cowards.

My siblings' need for rest left me alone with my thoughts and Shukaku.

"This punishment won't be easy…"

I thought with a slight flinch.

"The room is never an easy punishment, boy."

I shuddered again, thinking of the room that the demon mentioned. My father had the room built specifically for punishing me. No windows, metal doors, concrete floors and walls. No way for my sand to get in. They could easily kill me in that room, but they never did. They just let me suffer for days.

Another shudder left me.

"This is not the time for fear, boy, you brought this upon yourself."

"That Uchiha boy left me no choice."

"You had other choices. You just panicked."

Shukaku laughed at my weakness. His bellows shaking me to the core, making me hold my head until he had finished. He left me in silence after that. This struck me as odd. Maybe the demon feared this punishment as much as I did. I smirked at the though. I couldn't think of such a powerful being trembling at the thought of a desolate room.

As the sun peeked over the horizon, Temari and Kankuro awoke. They were defiantly on edge. Not wanting to go back, but knowing running was impossible must worry them.

As we continued our walk to Suna, no words were exchanged between Temari and Kankuro. The two normally talk every so often on the trip back from a mission, but now there was nothing to say.

Suna soon appeared on the horizon and the feeling of dread mounted. I could feel Shukaku squirm inside of me as if trying to find a way out of my body and to freedom.

As we entered the village, the streets went suddenly quiet. The village seemed to know of our failure, because some of them were looking at me with looks of contentment. They knew that I was going to die and leave them in peace for the rest of their pathetic lives. I wanted to kill those people, but my punishment still weighed heavy on my mind.

As we approached our home, I could sense people inside waiting for us. My muscles tensed as we approached the door.

Before Temari had the chance to touch the doorknob, three men jumped through the doorway at us. Shukaku lurched within me, ready to kill, but I restrained him.

One of the men bound my wrists and threw my gourd into the dirt. The other two had bound my siblings. Temari looked at me with an unlimited amount of fear in her eyes, she must've thought that I was going to try and save them. I shook my head 'no' and Temari's head lolled down to her feet. The fear was gone from her eyes now and had been replaced with a look of anguish and defeat. She knew as well as I that this might be the last time we see our home.

The three men paraded us down the streets of Suna like trophies of victory.

The people seemed happy to see me helpless.

They were ready for me to die.

The men dragged us into a building that the villagers called 'The Building of Death'. The name suited it, considering all the souls that had met their end within its walls.

The men shoved us into three seats in a room and shut the door. The room had no windows, so darkness engulfed the three of us as the door slammed shut.

I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard the soft sound of my sister crying. Death was imamate and she wasn't ready for it. Not yet at least.

Sorry about the shortness of this first chapter, I will try to make the next one longer if you review. So please, if you want to read what happens next, review!

Matsu Hamisura