PROLOUGE


Picture this: There is a lonely little boy, in the middle of a big village center. He is weeping, for the third or fourth time that day, under the shade of a big desert tree. This time, it is because none of the other children will play ninja or hokage with him. They walk away and abandon him when he tries to ask. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why everyone is appalled by him. Why they blame so much on him. Why he is always alone, wandering the streets, day and night. He is afraid to sleep. He's learned that somehow, sleeping creates more hatred upon him.

'Maybe when you get that nasty demon out of you, we'll be your friend!'

'Ha-ha, all alone Gaara? Well you have that demon as your friend!'

'Sorry, my mother told me never to play with demons!'

Even his older sister and brother, Temari and Kankuro stood their distance from this poor young boy. He felt dreadfully alone in the world, nobody to high-five him when he beat everyone in ninja, nobody to laugh with him at fun times, or be sad with him when he was feeling down. So this little boy buried his head in his hands and cried.

"I will avenge you, mother!" he cried out, nearly loud enough for the entire village to hear. "I'll kill them all, you'll see! They'll regret what they've ever done to me! Just you wait!"

With this the little boy ran; he ran as fast and hard as his tiny legs would carry him. He ran with his head down and his fists clenched. He was unknowingly running towards River Country, when suddenly, he slammed into something, something small and fragile. He was sent flying into the mud, receiving a mouthful of dirt. He sat up, spitting and sputtering, when he noticed a small girl curled up into a ball. She was very skinny, with greasy dirt caked, brownish-auburn hair. "So that's what tripped me!" he figured aloud. "I should kill her and show everyone I mean business!" Gaara studied the pitiful human, picking up a stick and poking her to see if she had any vital signs at all. He heard a muffled sound, but that was all. "What did you say?" Gaara questioned coldly.

The girl looked up and Gaara could just make out her tear stained, bloody face. She had piercing green eyes and a perfect nose and mouth. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in awhile. "I said just leave me alone," the little girl whimpered. "Leave me here to die."

Young Gaara stared at her bitterly, yet confused. "Who are you?" he rose "Why are you here?"

"I am Ayumi," she replied, no tone or expression in her voice. "And I am here, because I have no where else to go."

"Well, I guess it'd be a waste to kill you," he finally decided. "But I am Gaara of the Desert. I am going to avenge my mother's death. I'm going to get strong and kill anyone in my way or anyone who ever made fun of me. They doubt me now, but they will see. Now follow me."

So Ayumi and the young Jinchuuriki made their way back to Suna.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

First Naruto story ever, so don't expect it to be that great! Will Gaara finally have a friend? Will Ayumi join Sand Village? Coming soon!