"Mother."
Anger rushed through Gaara, painfully remembering why he'd been born. He stood comfortably within the shell he had created for himself.
"I love only myself."
His mind went blank, only thinking of what it is he was supposed to do. He focused on the dark-haired-boy, who seemed rather theatrical for Garra.
"Mother…."
It didn't matter though. Nothing mattered, except to destroy those who threaten his very existence. No one loved, nor cared for him. No one.
Everyone hated him, and he knew it. It was a matter of time before everyone in the entire world came to fear them, and then try to assassinate him. Then, he'd kill them.
Kill them all.
Even his own father loathed him, and siblings, and even his uncle too. His entire family hated him…except for her…no, not his mother.
"Mother…."
She gave birth to him and died in the process, for reasons not of love, but of destruction. Killing his own mother, before he could even remember. Before he could even be allowed to shed a single tear of sadness.
That was not his fate.
She cursed his father for it.
Accepting his reality, he let the demon inside him grow ever so closer to taking him over. Lusting for nothing but blood, he slowly faded into the darkest corners of his mind. Watching from afar, his siblings were the only ones who knew of the terror to come.
Would he kill them too?
They feared him, he knew. It was only natural for them to. He was a monstrosity after all.
"Mother…."
"What is this, mother?"
Something warm trickled down his chest. It was something he had seen before.
"Mother…."
It was blood. It was not the blood of his victims.
It was his.
That was not what interested him the most, however…for he couldn't help but scream in agony.
Was this pain?
The sensation made him feel more alive than ever before, and he thirsted for more before finally fading into the darkness that life had put upon him.
"Mommy."