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Photographic Memories, Chapter 2: Gaara Sabaku
"Mother…" he whispered "why am I like this?" The sand reminded him constantly of a bond between him and his mother, a silent
pact, protecting him like she never could. But now his gaze was averted from the sand, staring at the cherries and the pink
blossoms that gave way to their existence. They reminded him of a promise he'd made eight years ago, a promise he made when
he was six… "I promise, that when the cherries bloom I will come back for you , I promise…" the name escaped him to this day...
He had tried so hard to block out the memories surrounding his mother's death that he blocked out everything about Konoha,
everything but that. The memory that eluded and evaded him, like an apparition, a ghost forever wondering the dark confines of his
mind. Yet deep down, deep, deep down he knew that this person was extremely important to him back then, as she was now. "I
promised you I would save you, but now I promise to find you, to bring you back to me…"
For hours he walked through a sea of cherry blossoms, pondering the name of the girl he once loved, a girl he thought he loved to
this very day. "What is love mother? What is this human emotion that I cannot express?" he whispered to only himself and the
surrounding cherry blooms. All he heard was a light snore in the back of his head. 'Good, Shukaku is sleeping' he thought, maybe
getting a little rest wouldn't be so hard...
Eventually he found a cherry tree with a nook for him to rest in. He climbed up and lay back, slowly closing his eyes, enveloping
himself in darkness. For the rest of the night he replayed the scene, that fleeting memory from so long ago over and over in his
mind…
A/N: Ok so chapter 2… ish, ha I said the very same thing for chapter 1, well you can't blame me, they're barely long enough to be chapters, but hey, that means less reading for you so tell me what you think
