Sand Fox
"Love no one, love only yourself…" Gaara repeated the words that rang in his mind.
He sat in front of the blasted hole where Yashamaru had just blown himself up. Blood dripped from the newly carved tattoo on his forehead. Walking back to the edge of the roof, he stared mindlessly at the glowing moon, wondering if this was really his life. Was this the meaning of his true life? To know no love, no sense of safety? Why then? Why go through the trouble of supporting yourself when no one and no thing will be changed from your death? Why?
That word lingered in the 6 year old child's mind. Why? He turned to echoing foot steps of another shadowed figure. Standing up, he wrapped his sand around the stranger. The sand, however, didn't comply and fell to the ground, lifeless.
Gaara began to back up, seeing that the sand would not kill this man. He neared the very edge of the roof of a 50 story drop. Teetering on the edge, he tried once more and threw a kunai that had miraculously survived the explosion from Yashamaru. The figure tilted his head to the left, the kunai missed by just an inch. One more step…And Gaara began to fall.
He wanted to scream. Oh how he wanted to yell out and release the bottled up fusteration he had kept inside for so many years. But he didn't. For this was the time to rid the world of another surplus person, another demon like himself. He stopped his sand from catching him for Shukaku wanted to continue living. He fell, and kept falling by the light of the moon. Reaching up to touch the glowing chunk of rock, something touched his hand, then suddenly grabbed it in a death grip. He stopped falling and looked up, he body jecked from the sudden halt. His jade eyes met blue. For the first time in his life, he had found someone that had the same eyes as him.
Eyes that held the emotions only a handful of people have felt. Anger, sorrow, hate, rage, but the eyes of the stranger held much more. They held something he hadn't felt in his whole life. Hope. The azure eyes held hope that seemed to dance back and forth over the eyes. Prancing around with pride and spreading the word.
The boy had a smile, a solemn smile that seemed to thaw the ice that encased Gaara's heart. He blood matted hair glistened in the moonlight. Various cuts and wounds, all haled but with blood still encrusted where there once was pain. He began to hoist Gaara up form the ledge. Grunting in the strain needed to do so for they both where about the same weight. Gaara looked in amazement at the scarred chest of the boy for a shirt was not present on the boy. His eyes traced the various brands on his chest. 'Demon!' 'Scum!' 'Trash!' They said and many more. Soot smudged around the scars, making them more visible. His left arm was covered with brunt on blood, flaps of skin hung loosely while healthy skin lay underneath.
A small drop of blood dripped from the blonde's torn throat and onto Gaara's newly made tattoo, it seemed to meld with his own blood, making the scar seem more memorable. They finally made it over the ledge and slumped against the low 'wall'. They both stared at each other. The two were oblivious to the advancing footsteps, both peering deep in each other's eyes, looking for some answer. The blond reached out his hand in a friendly way.
"Uzumaki Naruto"
Gaara, for a moment, stared at the bloody hand, having never been greeted like this. He threw all his fears to the wind and cautiously took the handwith a smile smile on his lips as well.
"Sabaku no Gaara"
Two stifled gasps follow by small smiles were heard. There stood a 9 year old blonde girl, and an 8 year old brown haired boy. Both stared at the two boys, silently congratulating their little brother on his first, true friend.
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