Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! I think we all know that, but it's a law to repeat what we already know...I don't want to go to jail for not following the law. That would seriously cut into my cosplaying and video game time. Further more I only own the character Amaya. If I thought up of Gaara I would never share the idea of him with the world so he could be all mine. This is sorta my first story, so I would love it if you commented so I don't think you people hate it...ok...that's it.....
Was it a fight worth fighting for or was there ever a chance to begin with? I asked this so many times, but it seems no matter how many times I ask, the words seem to devour the meaning. Abandoned with lost hope, I was a broken toy for the whole world to play with, no identity of my own. That is, until the world set its eyes upon me....
A rattling was heard in the distant. You had gotten use to the rattlesnakes. You figured as long as you weren't with in 20ft of it, you would be happy. You were so worn-out from walking in the beating sun. "Lost, that's the word," you thought, "in the desert. I should have just asked someone to escort me or at least asked for directions, stupid Amaya." Suna was your destination, and the thought of possible returning to your form life before problems that sent you away, made you act without thought. "Just to see him again may--." Your train of thought was interrupted by the sound of something heading dead towards you. The sound echoed in your head with familiarity. Swiftly you turned to see a sandstorm. There was something off though, that was enough to make you stay dead in your tracks. As it came closer it seemed to be weakening. Soon a figure within the sand appeared...
*THEY BE HITTING MY BUCKET*
...End to Opening...
Amaya meaning: Night Rain
Story inspired by my very own Gaara, a.k.a. Ben and the song: Natsuhiboshi ...The light in the dark was your hand reaching for mine...
...The light in the dark was your hand reaching for mine...