Authors notes:
I've had this idea for a little while and so i decided to actually start writing it. I'm not too sure how good this will turn out or if its even worth writing but for now ill just keep going with it. This first chapter isn't too long and is mostly just here to set the basic scene of whats to come, hopefully ill have a longer and more entertaining chapter next time.
Anyway, i hope you enjoy and i wouldn't mind some feedback on what people think about my story, negative criticism is welcomed as i think it will help me improve.
The early morning sun slowly rose above the horizon, and lit the desert up in a shower of light-fuelled heat. Gaara was one of the few people who was always awake this early to see the sunrise from Sunagakure, but that was not by his choice. Even after changing his ways, after being defeated at the hands of Naruto Uzumaki, after keeping control of the monster held inside him, he still couldn't sleep.
He would have sighed in frustration if he didn't still have trouble showing any form of emotion; the years of being a psychotic, murderous child did have its effects after all. He looked out over the village of Sunagakure, it had been a long time since he had killed anyone for fun and the people were starting to see him as their protector more than a monster; the proof of this was still held in his hands.
The hat of the Kazekage was still resting in his hands, he would have held the robes as well but he found he didn't much care for them. His village had elected him as their new Kazekage, their leader and protector. They had put their trust in him despite his past and for that, he would be forever grateful. He would prove that he deserved the honour that they had bestowed upon him, he would protect them with his life if need be.
Right now however, he had a much more dangerous foe to defeat. An enemy to all five kage of the elemental nations, and one who had yet to be truly conquered by anyone who faced it; paperwork.
Gaara actually did sigh in frustration this time. He honestly contemplated going back to his murderous ways just so he didn't have to deal with the massive stacks of paperwork that littered his office. He also considered visiting Naruto, who he saw as his first and best friend, but the blonde haired ball of energy was currently off on a training trip for a couple of years, a training trip that's location was confidential.
He could have gone and rampaged through Konohagakure until the Hokage gave him the location, and without Naruto there to stop him this time he was confident that he could at least do some damage this time. He would say that he could destroy the hidden leaf village, but since their current Hokage was Tsunade of the sannin, well, he figured he wouldn't get too far after a punch from her.
He looked once more over the village below him; his view from atop the Kazekage tower was truly a remarkable sight. He turned to walk away only to fall to his knees in pain. He put his hand on the back of his neck, where the seal that bound the Ichibi was. The seal burned and throbbed with agonising results, bringing with it an uncontrollable influx of chakra from within the seal itself. Gaara could feel the chakra burning its way through his coils, tearing his body apart slowly, and more importantly, he could feel the seal breaking.
With the last of his strength, Gaara let loose a pained scream that sounded more like an animalistic howl, and created a massive sphere of sand around himself. With his final conscious moment, he flexed his hand, imploding the sphere onto himself. 'I will not let you get out' he thought before everything went black.
Temari and Kankuro were waiting in Gaara's new office. They themselves couldn't believe that he had been elected as the new Kazekage, but after some thought, they decided that he really was the best choice. He was easily the most powerful shinobi in the hidden sand, and after his defeat by that Naruto kid, he had changed a lot.
Now he was kinder, not that you could tell by his emotionless expression, and he didn't kill people for fun anymore. He was also much happier despite his inability to show that he was; Temari found it upsetting that her little brother couldn't even smile.
Temari looked over to her other younger brother Kankuro, who was tinkering with one of his puppets, and shook her head in shame. He couldn't even wait to congratulate their little brother; he just had to work on those mechanical death traps as if his life depended on them. Technically, they did, but Temari didn't see that as a proper excuse when it came to congratulating their new Kazekage.
It didn't take long before both siblings were hit with a literal explosion of chakra; chakra of a demonic nature that they knew could only come from one thing. Without a second thought both siblings were up and heading for the roof of the tower, praying that their little brother hadn't suddenly returned to his old ways.
They reached the roof just in time to hear Gaara scream in agony, before forming a large sphere of sand around himself. Temari looked at Kankuro with a confused expression of which he returned. They looked back and watched in horror as the sphere imploded on the youngest of the sand siblings.
Seconds went by but to Temari and Kankuro it felt like hours. They stood frozen in shock from what they had witnessed, had their little brother really just killed himself, and if so, why. Once they got back to their senses, they realised something horrifying. The sand sphere was still standing, it no longer resembled a sphere, but it was still there.
Temari knew that if that implosion had killed Gaara, then his sand would have crumbled to the ground without his control; it was the same thing that happened when he fell asle…. 'Oh Kami' she cursed mentally; Gaara wasn't the one maintaining the sand, it was 'it'.
At that moment the sand exploded outwards, knocking Kankuro off his feet; Temari managed to pull out her large battle fan just in time to shield herself but the force of the blast still forced her a few feet back. She could feel the demonic chakra pouring out of her brother, fusing with the sand around him. She looked back to where the sand sphere once was and gasped.
Lying on the ground in a bloody heap of torn clothes and mangled bones, was Gaara. He was still alive, and still in one piece, but Temari could tell that in his condition he would certainly die, with or without medical attention. Her assumptions were backed up when Gaara once again started to writhe in pain as the demonic chakra tore through and out of his body. The chakra collected in such vast amounts that it could clearly be seen as a red cloud that enveloped Gaara's body.
"Temari, what the hell is going on?" shouted Kankuro.
"I think the seal is breaking" she replied hesitantly.
Kankuro's eyes widened in fear, "You mean…" he tried to ask but was interrupted by another explosion of chakra.
The raw power and presence of such evil chakra forced Temari and Kankuro to their knees, it's disgusting aura depriving them of breath. Upon returning their gaze back to Gaara, they were greeted by something that chilled them to the bone.
Standing next to their brothers mangled body was a boy in his mid to late teens; he had dark grey and black hair that spiked wildly in whatever way it pleased and was only covered by a pair of baggy black pants, his visible skin was covered in black curse seal markings. His eyes were what scared them though; pure black eyes with a yellow iris in the shape of a four-pointed star with four small dots around it.
"Shukaku" muttered Temari as she readied her battle fan.
The boy turned to them and flashed them a toothy grin before looking back down to Gaara's body. Temari couldn't believe it; after all this time, after all the trouble they had been through, after everything Gaara had done to better himself, and this is how it was going to end. Shukaku, the Ichibi, breaking his prison and being set free.
She quickly became aware of her brother readying his puppets and the numerous shinobi of Sunagakure that had swarmed to the tower after feeling the chakra. Everyone was preparing for a battle, a war if need be; they were not about to let this monster get away. They would not let it be free.