AN: Hey guys! Reading all these Gaara fics inspired me. Leave reviews please!
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. Wish I did though..
The Other
Gaara rolled over onto his side, his king-sized bed creaked in response, satin sheets slid beneath his warm body. He propped his head up by the elbow, with his other hand he supported his chin up in place. He reached over to his nightstand and picked up a music box. The Shukaku intruded the privacy of Gaara's mind.
What are you thinking about?
"Go away."
We are one in the same, Kit whether you like it or not. You'll learn to love it.
"…"
Her again?
"No."
Suddenly and without warning the dark room, took on a deathly chill, the origin of the darkness emanated from the corner of his mind. The Shukaku's fangs started to chatter and the Other took over. Its terrified childlike voice haunting.
W-We can't protect ourselves like this. Not like this we have to hear them! They will kill us. They will try… t-try again… Again. Again.
Gaara moaned in agony as the voice started to crawl under his skin.
"Leave me alone." Gaara choked.
Never. N-never forget what you have done to us. Stop trying to block us out!
The shrill voice screamed at him, its piercing cry deafening. Gaara grabbed the music box, his sand rapidly descended upon his most cherished possession.
No! But she gave this to us! It's the last thing we have from her!
Gaara's sand crushed it within an instant. The voices screamed in his head. That he knew. But he had still heard it over the uproar; the muffled sobbing of a 6 year old girl midst all the madness.
"Master…"
Gaara's eyes snapped open, his hazy eyes focused on his surroundings. The walls are dark brown, lined with wooden shelves of books, hundreds of them lined the room. There was a large, oriental rug of reds, greens and violet thrown over an oak floor. There are two oak chairs with black cushions at a circular oak desk. The aroma of sage incense and candles burned from above him inside of custom-made iron mason jars that served as the room's centerpiece; a large suspended candelabra . The sun setting from the windows encased in plum drapes adjacent him, hinted it was five in the evening. Gaara recognized the room to be his private study. The startled woman in the chair across him, jumping a little at his awareness, her deep chestnut eyes widening. The woman tugged on a tawny lock of hair.
"Matsuri…" The redhead breathed.
"Okaerinasai, Gaara-sama." Although she smiled, it did not reach her eyes. She was hiding something.
"How long was it this time?"
"A week and a half…"
He was disturbed it was longer than usual.
"Any casualities?" Gaara demanded.
The brunette shifted in discomfort. She tugged on another strand of hair.
"No one of importance. "
She is lying.
Gaara noted her increase in heartbeat speed. Gaara's sand tightened over her windpipe, strangling her slowly. Matsuri writhed pitifully against the sand.
"Woman do not lie to me." Gaara glared, but loosened his grip enough for the strangled girl to cry out between two blue lips, "K-Kankuro-sama!" She cried in despair. Gaara's sand threw her violently across the room, her back slammed against the wall; the Shukaku roared with him.
You're a monster! You killed your own brother!
"Sabaku Fuyuu." Gaara formed the motions for the justu, rode onto a cloud of sand and teleported out of there.