Disclaimer-- Kishimoto Masashi-sama owns Naruto and yeah, I don't... Not trying to get sued.

Everyone knows my story: the unborn child infused with a sand creature made to be the salvation of the country. However, it was the country that sooner rejected me than embraced me. Assassins that were sent for me chased me, the sole demon of my village, were destroyed by my hand and no others.

Everyone knows that story. The torment endured, however, is the unknown fascination that draws men and women in and also leads them to their death. Subaku…sand… I am the essence of sand—of evil, destruction and chaos. With every death, I am given a chance to continue living.

With every death…

…I shall never disappear…

Slowly those dark circles gave way to the blue green hues that lay trapped underneath. The red haired youth looked around, shocked to find himself in the forest. Had he slept? His hands reached up for his head and his chest hurt; raspy gasps of air escaped his throat. He had slept and it got out. Standing, he balanced himself and left for home.

There were deep fractures in the ground in the shape of claws.

The door opened.

"Hm? Gaara! Temari! Gaara's back!" Kankuro yelled toward the kitchen.

The blonde stuck her head out. "Gaara! Where'd you go?!"

He looked up to his sister. "The forest."

Kankuro sighed. "You must have stayed there all night… We were worried."

The red-haired stalked past him without a word in retaliation. The two left behind shared a glance and nodded several times before Temari groaned.

'Fine,' she murmured. "Gaara."

He stopped at his door and turned around. "What is it?"

"We have to leave for Konoha later on today. Baki's orders."

He stood in silence and then looked back at his door. He opened it, walked through and then waited.

"Oh, we leave before sunset," she added, seeing him wait.

He closed the door. Outside his door, his siblings returned to their places before he came in and inside his room, Gaara held his head up with one hand and clenched the edge of the doorframe with his other. He shuddered and stepped forward, away from the door only to come crashing down to his knees.

"I know…y-you're a-angry, b-but just wait…u-until sunset."

This short request managed to sustain the beast within him for a while; his breathing slowly returned to normal. He looked out the window.

Sunset was slowly approaching…