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Kairi: My first story ever!!!!!!!!!!

Cloud: YAY

Kairi: I cant spell by the way and my computer is sped so I dont have spell check soooo you are just going to have to suffer

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For a very rare moment he was staring back at himself. Mirrors don't have much value to him. 'Aesthetics are pointless,' he told himself over and over again. The rings around his grew darker, if that was possible. It may have just been the dim morning light. 'The rings around my eyes are embeliums of nights I have not been blessed without slumber.'

The quiet mornings allowed his mind to drift off into the sea of idel thoughts. 'If somehow the rings faded, I wonder what I would look like. Would I look better, less- No. Aesthetics are pointless.' Before he turned away, his eyes drifted up to his tatooed forehead. 'Love.'

Love is one of the many words you have to find the meaning to yourself, but Gaara could not find any example of it. In his whole life no one has ever shown any love to him. Once he belived he grasped the meaning of the word, but that deffinition soon squirmed out of his grasp. Love was the word that he gave to other's actions that were not harmful or crule. But he soon thought better.

He looked up to the clock hanging up on the plain white wall, 5:35. 'Why don't people get up early anymore?' Although he never admitted it to anyone or himself for that matter, mornings make him restless. It is like the small moments before a plunge into deep, cold water. Your mind and your body are both anticipating the chill and the loss of stability. So you only have to wait a few secounds before the shock of the cold hits you. It seems like a weight is lifted when he sees onr of the servents bring him his breakfast. Even though they never say anything to him, he is still greatful to be around another soul.

But on this morning there was yet another rare occurance. "The sun rise is just as beautiful as ever." The sound of another's voice was not what he expected.Gaara was almost startled by it. Normaly the servent will just leave hos breakfast on the table and walk out, quietly as possible. He quickly turned around to see who it was who broke the heavy mist of silence. It was a servent, a foolish young servent. Whom oh which he never seen before. She imeaditly cast her gaze downward respectfully.

"What is your name?" Gaara asked. 'A simple question for a simple girl.'

"My name is Sin," responded the servent girl.

"Well Sin, Where is the other servent?"

"The servent who usually brings up your food was complaining of how she has to get up so early to meet your requirements. So, she made me do it."

"Why you?"

"Because she is me superior and I am more fit for the job, seeing as I don't sleep."

He gestured for her to go while he turned toward the open window.

"Do you need-"

"Just leave." he said starting to get annoyed. She mumbled yes sir and quietly shut the door behind her. 'So, her name is Sin and she never sleeps.' Gaara has never met anyone who also has the strange commonaltiy as his. Insolmnia can be a blessing and a curse. A blessing becsuse he will never be caught by suprise, and that gave him the advantage for all those who tried to kill him. Most were assassins sent by the one who he thought loved him, his father. And a curse because of all the hours he spent alone with only his thoughts and memories.

Memoiries themselves have become a curse too. He would rather forget all about the troubles he had and caused. Allthe times little children cringed away from his touch.

He sat in his tide of thoughts and memories for so long he did not even relise how much sunlight was streaming through his window. He looked out on to the breath taking landscape of the desert, emphisized by the warm wash of colors cast by the rising sun. 'Beautiful.' The scene lifted his sinking heart only just a little. Only enough to make his smile.

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