Save Me and Change Me

Author's Note: Please read before going on to story:

Hello! So, I've switched from Harry Potter Angst to Naruto Angst, have I? (frowns) Oh well. (shrugs) I like Gaara.

This is slightly um, out of the story line. (coughs) It still has all that ninja techniques and stuff, but instead of different areas where they all live, they all live like in one area, and all the kids go to the same school. Nothing major has happened yet. It's based on Gaara. I'm just making it up as I go, but I liked it, so I decided to put it up. Reviews motivate me, and if you want to see this go on, go ahead and review.

This chapter is extremely short, and it's just to see if you guys like the idea and if or not I should keep going on. Don't worry, I'm not a fan of making short chapters, so the ones after this will be very, very, very long. I will post up the next chapter in, let's say five reviews encouraging me that this isn't a waste of time.

Thanks for everything! I'm still behind on the episodes, I only started watching Naruto last week, and have only gone a little over 50 episodes. I did some backround searches on Gaara so that you guys wouldn't attack me, but I really wanted to get this out. I'm sure if I left it, I would probably never get it out. On to the story. Don't worry, the coming up Author Notes won't be this long.

Disclaimer: O.o I don't own Naruto?

Warning: Angsty. Will get angstier. But for the moment rated T.

Chapter One: Daily Routine

"Shit." The redhead cursed under his breath, eyes narrowed. How many times was it now? He'd lost count. Yet there was hope every time. Shattered the next moment. There was a knock on the door to the bathroom.

"Are you alright in there?"

He grunted, looking down at his wrist and staring at the sand protecting him from himself.

"Gaara?" A hint of anxiety.

Tamari, leave me alone.

"What?" Sharp. Angry. His tone, that is.

Silence. There always is.

Gaara dropped the object he'd been holding into his pocket, and walked over to the sink, eyes still narrowed. He turned on the tap. Had Temari walked away?

"I've prepared dinner."

No. She hadn't left.

Gaara grunted, louder. Sign of living.

Another pause. The water was running. His hands weren't even wet yet.

"Will you come down? To eat?"

When have I not?

"Yes." Gaara looked up from his dry hands, to the water rushing from the tap, and then to the mirror above the sink. He tensed as he found himself staring back. He hated mirrors. He touched his face. Hard. The sand. The armor. He dropped his gaze and his hand back to the water, and washed them. Sand. Again. Washed away? No. But momentarily detached.

It was alive.

He clenched his fist and stepped back from the sink, letting his hands drop to his sides. The sand returned to their place. His nails were now biting into sand. Not flesh. No blood. Never blood. From himself.

Sand.

Not sand.

Never was sand. Blood. Blood.

A dry sob trying to choke its way-

No. Mustn't. Can't.

Even if I wanted to.

His right eye twitched very slightly.

"Gaara? Kankuro didn't mean it."

She was still there?

Gaara grunted and walked to the door. He waited for his sisters footsteps to disappear before he opened the door and stared blankly at the staircase where a flash of blonde hair had just disappeared.

I want to feel pain.

He shook the thought from his mind. He'd thought it too many times for it to have any significance anymore. The redhead paused, inhaled, exhaled, and then followed his sister downstairs.

Just another day.

Is it worth it? 5 reviews please! You'll get a long chappie! It might sound a bit off, but it's mostly every single thing Gaara thinks. If you don't like it, go ahead tell me.