Angel: Alright, alright. I know I said maybe a few months for the 'next' story ...i think I may have over guessed...or we can all blame my English teacher!!!! YAY!!! not XD
So what's it about? It's yet another GaaraXSakura cause I guess I just can't get over them... (snickers..) they just make such a CUTE couple!!!!! And gotta love demon Gaara... he's so awesome... Well you know the drills! Read and review and ya know what...i don't care about the flames, those nasty people just won't be getting a reply or mention...So I'll get on with the story...Oh and guys...even better...there's going to be more than one, they're all going to be called 'Silver Moon Trilogy' after the first scene in this one. Hows that? Pretty good? Well keep posted for more updates!!!
Note: This is before Gaara has anything to do with the Akatsuki ( unlike the last one). He SHOULD be about 12-14 in this one(except the beginning where he is about 5, after Yashamaru dies...) but it's a little harder in this to stick to the 'little-demon' act so bear with me if he seems a little OC or older...Thankies!
Oh, and the character texts: Gaara speaking to Shukaku,
Shukaku speaking,
Gaara thinking/ Inner Sakura ( second chapter)/ memory ( first page and second)
Chapter 1- COLD MEMORIES
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The bright silver sphere of light shone high and bloated in the sky. It's mystical aura, like a light to a fly, temptingly luring to a demonic heart...It's pale, ethereal, light shone through the light clouds and casting evil shadows on the abandoned streets below. The only figure in sight, a small child, sitting amongst the rooftops...
The moon floated higher, clearing the wispy clouds and illuminating the shiny puddles in the streets and a raven circled overhead, intending to land in the shadows beneath the figure. The shadow edged figure glared at the bird as it squawked loudly, poking at something shiny... The figures hands slowly opened and closed, shaping and infusing... The figure closed his pained, tear stained eyes and a soft shuffling noise rustled though the still desert air...
A squawk, a rustle...and the disturbance is no more... a thump as the fallen bird lands on something equally disturbing...
Another thump as a hairy arm flops out of the shadows...encased in blood, and as the full moon rises the cloaked figure stands, barely clearing the second level ridge on the huge building. The hood of the cloak slips...and the small figure stifles a inhuman whimper as the silver light radiates off startling red, spiked hair...pale green orbs flecked with gold and black, Gaara turned to his partly destroyed village...
"What have I done...I've killed them all!!!!", He cried, cradling his head in his hands. A snicker came from within...his inner self, his truest form...
Heheheheh...you have done well my 'cub'. Now I know your worthy of me!
"Nooooo!!!!! What am I? What's wrong with me?!?!?!", the small boy screamed as the demonic soul started to sink through the cracks again...
Two larger shapes emerged with quiet foot steps from beneath a shop veranda, dressed in their sun block-outs and weapons hitched on their backs. They quietly moved towards the practically sobbing Gaara...
"G-g-gaara-kun?", the eldest whispered as she clambered onto the roof. The little 7 year old was nimble for sure, even with her miniature Tessen strapped firmly to her back, gleaming like fire and clinking slightly as she shuffled forwards. The younger intruder fell back, hiding behind a small, sand chimney. The smaller boy seemed a little chubby in the shadowing moonlight, his maroon face-paint making his cheeks look hamster-like...chubby and pudgy...he shivered as the cooler night air licked at his back... The elder girl shuffled forwards again, almost within reaching distance of the small boy. He had fallen to his hands and knees, burying his face in the warm, yellow sand. The boy was moaning...quiet screams of agony and haunted memories.
I will always be here pup, you can never make me disappear! I am you!!!!!!
It's cackling laugh echoed through his head like gunshots, each causing him more pain as they drove into him, mocking laughter, like knives... The eldest, Temari, placed her sand dirtied hands on his shaking shoulder, causing him to tense and flinch at her loving touch. But it wasn't the touch of a mother...or a true sister for that matter...but of someone who was truly scared. It only amplified his pain, making it so painful he lashed out like a wild animal. His red eyes glowed and the eldest fell back, sand already forming shackles around her wrists.
"I will not kill her..."
Oh come on pup, you know you want to... She's laying there, helpless. She's just begging for death. Come on my pup...kill her! The demonic presence inside him hissed. He cringed at the sound, and started to back away. All of a sudden another huge cloaked shape landed on the roof...this time...he wasn't afraid...
As the Kazekage stood before him, Gaara cringed and shrunk into the shadows...his sand dissipating into the rooftop, freeing the bumbling seven year-old as she moped and ran...the tiny fan on her back jingling as she high-tailed it back to the youngster behind the chimney. The second youngest, Kankurou grabbed for his elder sister's hand and jumped off the roof, landing in a dried hay bale beneath, safe and sound. The Kazekage watched them go...then turned to the demon menace...
"Look what you have done child!", he roared at the mentally wounded Gaara. The five year old backed away further, eyes wide with fear as the Kazekage approached...
"Father! No! I didn't mean to! It was Shukaku!!! I swear!!", he screamed. The remaining villagers hustled not far away, watching with grave faces as medics picked up the lifeless bodies of their loved ones from the street...
And the crow...laying face down in the pool of crimson blood...with a sterling silver wedding ring clutched in it's cold, dead beak... A reminder to the survivors, of how deadly and unpredictable weapons of war can be...
END FLASHBACK
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Nine years later, Konoha, Chunin exams...
Gaara stared at the pool of blood slowly trickling down the steel rooftop.
Stupid sound-nin...thinks he can take me on? Orochimaru must be getting careless in his old age... Gaara thought to himself as he dipped his fingers in the spreading bright-red pool. He arose from his hunch over the decapitated sound-nin and picked up his gourd, the smooth sand lethargically creeping back inside it's dark depth. Gaara snorted as he smelt Baki on the wind. The sand-sensei was bounding effortlessly towards their apartment.
Damn...i go out for one second and he's back again. And knowing those two pathetic excuses for future-Kazekages can't keep their mouth's shut... He sighed, plugging up the calabash gourd with the small stopper before leaping off the building and landing softer than any cat, on the ground below...excess sand swirling about his ankles like a miniature dust storm...
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Sakura arrived at the hospital later the next morning, hoping to get one last glimpse of Sasuke before she handed him over to Ino-Pig. She looked back over the battle with disbelief... the cutting of their hair, symbolized the beginning of a new age...the age where they were no longer just childhood crush-rivals...but civilized love-rivals, both trying to secure a love interest that wasn't even the likeliest interested in either of them. It was a lost battle, but there was still points to fight over, so therefore...they would never rest. She had been bringing Lee and Sasuke flowers for the past week now. Lee was conscious and willing to fight again but his injuries were to great. The crushing blow Gaara's sand had inflicted had left him wounded indefinitely, with the only help resting on a forgotten Sannin...She sighed as she knocked three times on Lee's door, the pond lily in her hand slightly wilted from the long walk from Ino's shop, but, she figured, he would not mind... As she pushed on the door, no sounds of relaxed and sedated breathing came from within, she pushed it all the way and the door clinked slightly as it hit the auto-open groove.
She was speechless as she saw the sand-nin standing over Lee's bed, Lee sound asleep, covers pulled up tightly and the sand tentacles creeping across his fragile collarbone... She wanted to scream...but the sound got lodged in her suddenly dry throat. He turned liquid like turquoise eyes towards her, the sunlight fanning in from the window making them shine with evil glee. Ooh, shoot, he's going to kill me now...i can see it in his eyes... He looked once more towards Lee before he collapsed in pain. A deep rumble echoed through out the room. She gulped and looked over to Lee again, then a commotion on the stairs caught her attention. Naruto and Shikamaru were obviously making hospital visits to Lee, Hinata and Chouji today. That was all she needed. She began to inch back until a sand tentacle grabbed her ankle. She screamed as the slimy sand began to squeeze. She'd seen what it had done to Lee's leg and arm, and had no intention of loosing a leg anytime soon... The footsteps outside came running and the sand began to loosen. The two Leaf-nin charged through the door and made a barrier in front of Sakura immediately, Naruto with his fangs bared and Shika with his jutsu at the ready. The two male ninja growled low and started backing forwards, forcing the now standing Gaara towards the window, past Lee and his delicate, frail body and towards the steely, hospital window. Gaara turned all of a sudden and lept, almost flying as he was bounding from one rooftop to another.
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As all three leaf-nin stared after him Sakura got the weird feeling she was being watched...she couldn't help but feel those eyes on her skin, sending the hairs on her neck rising and the goose bumps on her arms making themselves apparent...Those creepy eyes...how they seemed to stare right through her as if she were a ghost... Shika and Naruto began furiously asking her questions about what happened. She batted them off with a brief explanation and shot out of the room like a cork out of a bottle. The outside world making her feel nervous...as if he were still there...following her all the way home...
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Gaara waited outside the hospital, the shadows made by the bushes and shrubs around him, hid him perfectly. The demon was furious. It's prize, promised to it in reward for leaving Suna, had been unexpectedly taken away by a nosy, pink-haired kunochi. She'd walked in on him and that weirdo in the green suit. Gaara sighed slightly. No doubt Baki would be running around with his siblings trying to round him up and lock him inside that dark room...
At first it seemed like heaven on earth, the slightly damp smell mixed with his sand's distinctive musk, had made him feel relaxed and at home, even calming the usually volatile demon, but after a few days, he became restless...craving the outdoors...craving a kill. After a brief snack he'd quietly slipped out of the apartment via a small hole in the boarded up window,.
The sunlight had blinded him, left him disorientated for a few minutes before his eyes finally adjusted. The soft wind that rattled the trees, made his hair dance around his framed, porcelain face. He flicked a stray flame-red strand away from his eye as it swayed backwards and forth. He looked up, the sun having just arisen, peeking over the mountain passes, high upon the ridge. Bakers and various other shop owners were bustling around, organizing their wares for the day. Gaara glared at them through every window. How he detested Konoha... A sickly sweet smell drifted past him, he sniffed deeply.
Doesn't that smell like that green-assed superhero wannabe we fought earlier?? Shukaku snorted. Gaara growled. That brat actually managed to hit him, and his first bet was that the bastard demon let him...
Stupid tanuki, he seethed. The demon snorted.
Would you have a good excuse to kill if I wasn't around? Plus, you owe me... Gaara growled again, his words were few in the mornings...
I don't need you to kill. I'm quite capable of my own accord... He felt the demon edge forwards, Obviously it hadn't liked the insult...
So, cub, where exactly are we going? And does it involve something better than sitting in a dank, dark hole? It hissed.
Who says I have to go anywhere? Who's the one with the legs, asshole?
You, oh master of the sands... It hissed sarcastically. He could just imagine the scaly features of the demon, curled up into a snarl, drool flecking it's dry lips...
Hmmmm...actually your right for once demon...
What? What did I do now?!?!?
You mentioned the green guy...
Yeah? So what?
I think it's high time we payed him a hospital visit. What do you think?
But won't that bumbling sensei of yours bust us???
Not if the two nincompoops keep their traps shut.
Good point. And they were asleep when we left ,right?
I did ask you to check...
What do you want me to do?!?!?! I'm a dead and desperate spirit! For gods sake!
Your kidding right? The tanuki fell silent, as Gaara fumed. He thought about the upcoming full moon... and the number of sacrifices he'd killed in the upcoming weeks. And how his father had advised him not to kill until the second phase of the plan was put into action... He grunted.
Well, we got one shot. And besides...they're shit scared of me because of you ,right?
That would be the obvious reason they run away. Gaara huffed. Of all the yokai, why did he get Shukaku? The demon seemed to pride itself on making his life even more unbearable...
Fine we'll go see the weirdo. I'm not waiting till the full moon...
Hmph, about time you remembered. This time, Gaara hissed. The demon immediately began to fade back into it's corner...
The short trip to the hospital had heads turning all the way. Local residents and lonely ANBU's staring in disbelief as the Sand-nin jogged through the town. Gaara felt uneasy. Finally, the hospital doors stood in front of him, brassy and cold...He looked through the door, at the reception desk and sighed as the nurse walked out the back to get a quick caffeine hit... He looked up, a balloon on the third floor caught his attention at once. "Get well" was scrawled all over the balloon in what appeared to be the noisy blonde's handwriting, accompanied by a lonely pot plant, it's budding rose just peeking above the rim. He took in all the scents. The sickly sweet smell drifted down to him... he smiled evilly, even Shukaku was hissing with expectation... He jumped, clearing the second and first floors easily and grabbing onto the third floor railing. As he hoisted himself up, he heard the quiet and sound sleeping of the body within. The sweet smell got stronger and he crept forwards, the Shukaku summoning the sand out of the gourd. It growled and unleashed itself.
My turn, cub. It growled as it unveiled the full power of the sand. Gaara grabbed at his head as a splitting pain racked his head. The Shukaku laughed menacingly and Gaara felt himself slipping away, the sleepiness rushing over him like a wave, rendering him totally helpless as the demon took control... The sand crept across the floor, tentacles fanning out like hunting dogs looking for the hare... the crept up the sheets, slipping and sliding over the course material until they reached home-base, Lee's neck... Gaara felt like he was walking on air, the sleep-waves washed over him, drowning him, making him loose control... The Shukaku hissed as it sensed it's prize before it and unleashed it's power, the tentacles seeking the exact spot... They both heard the door squeak and looked up. Gaara's eyes met the frightened kunoichi's. She looked like she was about to scream, the mixture of shock, fear and repulsion twisted the lovely face he'd laid eyes on earlier.
My, my, cub. Who is she? The demon snickered
A whore from the village? How should I know?
No, I know where she's from. That bitch-fight match in the exam...what were their names...
Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino...
So which one is it?
Haruno...
Oh. Well too bad she saw us...now she'll have to die...
Since when?
Since, if that bumbling idiot finds out she saw us, he'll certainly kill us.
No, you just want an excuse...
Don't fool with me, cub!
Leave her!
No! I want her too!
I said leave her damn it!
Gaara wrestled the sleepiness, trying to gain control over the psycho killer demon. He fell to his knees, and heard the pink-haired kunoichi gasp. He heard other voices amongst the demon's yowling and took a pained look upwards, only to see the deer boy and the obnoxious blonde haired leaf-nins standing in the doorway. He looked towards the window, knowing, in this state he'd have no chance, and flung himself at it. He sensed the two boys make a leap for his ankles as he sailed out of the window, and luckily they missed. He summoned a little more strength and landed on the nearest rooftop, bouncing onto another and another until he was far enough away from the shouting boys...
Looking back, it reminded him painfully of his childhood...the sticks, the stones and the volatile words thrown his way. Even the village children hated him...and now this. It cut deep, deep enough to make the pain, deep in his chest start to pound again...
Angel: Well, there's the first chapter. I'm hoping this will be the start of a great series, but unfortunately, unlike last time ( for all my fans who have followed me to this story) they won't be uploaded as fast...Sorry for any inconvenience people!!!! But I'll try my best!!!!Thank you all so much for the massive amount of support in the last trilogy and I hope you will all like the new series! Cause it's dedicated to all you guys!!!
So Gaara's 'killer instincts' are triggered by the moon and Haruno Sakura is shit scared of him...is that a good thing? Will she ever get over her fear? Will he ever learn to trust? And Lee? WHY Lee?????? Why not Fuzzy-brows senior???? HE was the one who stopped the prince of evil from finishing the job...(sighs) What has the world come to???? Who knows what my mind will think up this time. Toodles!
Sakuraangel132: Well thanks Lu, really appreciate being mentioned as ur Beta. Or at least the person who re-read it for u and checked ur grammar. Which by the way was realli good, but u miss-spelt a couple of words, and used incorrect grammar here and there. Pfft. lol. ;P
Angel- Not BETA! PARTNER IN CRIME!!!! XD)