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But a man can have dreams can't he? Anyway to the chapter.
One Year Later
Living as a snake for the last year was hell. Staying out of sight of others, namely the adults, proved to be a challenge. Every day, they came and watched the little tike like hound dogs. Their eyes never went off Gaara the moment he moved, and move he did. Gaara was quiet, calm, and wide eyed during the day. He never made a big fuss, always looking at something, but the minute he did, they became tense.
Many times I found myself asking why a small baby boy with red hair and strange blackened shade around his eyes that acted like any normal baby could get grown men so nervous. He cried at night, drank from a baby bottle, and was all around extremely annoying; thats it!
I didn't, no couldn't, understand the reason for a constant body guard. There was always one or two in the nursery. Each keeping a close eye, day after day.
Though what really ticked me off was their lack of attention to the one year old. Not once did they hold him or sooth him. No, they just stood there while my baby brother was crying for food or whatever babies cried for.
Even worse, in the span of the year I had to get use to my new body while under the gazes of Gaara's protectors; if they could be called that.
I quickly mastered using by ability to taste the air for changes in scent and temperature; a trait all snakes have and use at some point in life. All it took was a flick of my tongue and I could tell if someone was coming into Gaara's nursery. If I 'tasted' anyone coming, I hid under the baby's blankets.
His uncle, Yashamaru, took care of him. A picture in the nursery led me to believe he wasn't our father like I first thought. It was of man and another woman who looked extremely similar. They both had sandy-blond hair and some facial features. The second picture I saw was the other women, being married to another man, who I was pretty sure was Gaara's father, making Yashamaru our uncle.
He would do all the motherly stuff like feeding and cleaning. Our father, and siblings, never held Gaara. In fact they lived with their father as Gaara was forced with our uncle, which was ok by me. I'd rather have Yashamaru then the man Gaara would have to call father. Just by the look in his eyes I could tell he hated his son.
During Gaara's first year I really tried to understand where I was. All I could figure out was that I couldn't understand anything aside from names. The language was completely different from English, so I was screwed until I learned the language like Gaara will.
The other "great" piece of information I gathered other than people's names was that I was in fact in another world. My first clue was because I was a muggle-born, and actually kept up to date with events, so I knew Japan was not where I was. Then there was also the fact that I did in fact die.
Plus Yashamaru healing herself with green energy without a wand was probably impossible for most witches. I was forced to speculate that it wasn't magic at all. Just some kind of energy people in this world could use.
That moment that I found out I was in another world I chuckled out hisses for minutes before calming myself. After all that careful planning to get Gaara away from the strange Japanese wizards and their government had just been shot down and left to die. With wizards I at least knew magic and could fight if I needed too.
I had planned on going to England to leave all of this if things got too bad. I wasn't blind, I saw the look on Gaara's father's face. There was rage, disappointment, and fear. That type of man would not be good for my brother.
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As much fun it was being a snake.
I was disappointed that my magic was unreachable, or gone for good. Meaning that I was stuck in my animagus form. I was frustrated, but accepted the fact that being this small, I couldn't do much. As a wizard I also wondered how would spells fair against whatever powers the people here had. Yeah, magic had tons of uses, but wizards or witches with raw power were just almost non existent. The only exception were the major players in the last war.
Excepting that I couldn't use magic for now or maybe ever was hard. Being a snake was even harder.
Within in the first few days of being with my brother I had to learn to survive. My problem was that I was small, and most of the time helpless.
I could only grumble out a hiss when I truly realized how tiny I was. My guess was that I was about six cementers long, because stretched out I was a thin line on one of Gaara's fingernails. I prayed a growth spurt hit soon.
Being such a small snake, my body was nimble at least. I also found out that I needed to be careful with where I was. I hadn't had any problems yet, but there were some close calls. One of them being Gaara rolling on top of me in his crib.
Quickly learning how to get food became a must for me. A regular snake could just hunt. With me, I was so small and depended on Gaara so much couldn't leave his side. The baby was my food, water, and shelter. His white blankets was my hole in the ground. His drool, much to my disgust, my water. Then whenever I did get hungry, which was only about twice a week, I was able to nip off some of his own flesh and eat it. How his skin healed right over the next day always baffled me.
Unfortunately, I still had no one to talk to. My time at Hogwarts pinned me as a loner. Here my fate was the same. Well at least until Gaara grows up. Then I could teach him and be a good brother. If I learned how to communicate with the human first, which may be impossible.
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"Mommy! Ahhhhh!"
I woke up under the blankets of the small bed. Gaara had turned three and easily made the switch to something other than the crib a few months ago.
I poked my head out from under the blanket to see the still sleeping form of my brother. I remembered when he was once a quiet sleeper at two. Not waking up and crying during the night as he did now.
He was always easily able to fall asleep. The redhead didn't start having problems until about a month ago.
I had to watch in worry as he started to wake up screaming. That night that it started, and for every night since then, Gaara lost more sleep. Soon after darker circles appeared around his eyes; caused from the lack of sleep.
Looking at his face I saw them clear as day. It was the demon energy that caused it, and I knew it. At first it was slow and weak. I didn't realize that the demon was sending its own power into Gaara at night. Then when it became stronger, I noticed, but couldn't do anything to stop it.
I had remembered the feeling of the demon's energy for the first time. It was crazed, and nothing but a demon could have that much power. As no magical creature could, not even a basilisk could match it. It was something of nightmares. Something to be feared for its power… but I didn't. To me, it was something I hated.
So I watched the few hours that Gaara could sleep. Knowing in a few months or less my brother would forever be awake at night.
"Aww!"
Gaara suddenly stirred, waking up. The child rubbed his eyes, no doubt tired. A feeling he was unfortunately going to have to get used to.
He failed to notice me just like any other day as he pushed of the bed covers and sat up. For three years now my brother had never once seen me. Mostly due to me taking great lengths to stay hidden. Like hiding in his socks or under his shirt, or his diaper if the situation called for it.
With my small size, he probably wasn't able to focus his eyesight much do to being so young. Now however, I have to be extra careful of him seeing me.
Gaara was my brother, and I would love for him to see me and get to know me. I just couldn't get myself to do it. I wouldn't be able keep him from blabbing about me either if he knew. So I decided to have him never see me or know about me until he was older, like five or later, or when I knew he could keep a secret. That way I wouldn't be at risk of being taken away or killed by the cruel people of this village.
I was shaken from my thoughts when the door opened.
"Lord Gaara, I'm glad to see your awake," said Yashamaru.
He walked over to the now smiling red head. "Morning Yashamaru!"
Our uncle nodded. "You're chipper this morning. Want to come down for breakfast now? I have some important news to tell you."
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Third Person POV
"Today is a special day Lord Gaara."
Gaara stopped eating his cereal and gave his uncle a confused glance. "Huh?"
"We're going to do something you've never done. I am expected to take you outside for the day by orders of your father. We'll be walking around the village."
The spoon fell to the floor as Gaara cheered. He had been longing to get out of house scene Yashamaru started teaching him about where he lived. "C-can we to the park?" That was what they called it right? A place full of green stuff and things to play with. Uncle said other kids went there all the time, so was it his turn to go now too?
Yaashamaru's smile faultured. "Only if you behave yourself. Now go to your room to get changed. I'll be there in a minute."
"YATTA!" Gaara ran out of the kitchen to his room.
"Contact the ANBU. Backup and medical aid on standby at all times," ordered the man to the guard outside the door. He didn't want any risk of that monster hurting the people of Suna.
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First Person POV
Gaara ran into the room. He was bouncing up and down, throwing off his clothes as quickly as he could.
Not a minute later our uncle came in. He went over to the dresser grabbed some clothes for the three year old.
Gaara climbed onto the bed as Yashamaru help the red head change.
"Just remember, stick close to me at all times. I don't know what I'll do without you Gaara."
'What is going on?' I asked myself. Gaara always came up and played with his teddybear after breakfast.
It hit me. For the first time since being born Gaara was getting to leave the house.
Overjoyed I slithered out from the blankets to where my brother was sitting on the bed - our uncle currently helping him put on some pants.
Outside. For three fucking years not once did they ever let Gaara even leave his room let alone the house. So I couldn't help but have mix feelings about this. One one hand I was about as happy as Gaara about the idea, but also worried. Anything could go wrong, and with my luck and Gaara's bastard of a father, I really hoped nothing bad would happen.
I made a quick decision to come along for moral support. Even if Gaara didn't know I could still be there for my twin brother.
Slithering over to Gaara, I managed bite on to his diaper before he sat up and pulled on his pants. As Gaara stood I slid over the rim of his diaper and into the crack of his cheeks. Not my brightest idea but I couldn't take the risk of being crushed in a pocket or seen on him. At least I knew Gaara couldn't feel me, or to be more accurate, was so use to me slithering on him that a small pressure like myself wasn't noticed with all the sand he was use to.
While I was thinking, Gaara walked with our uncle downstairs. I had to wait for my brother to brush his teeth, dress, and have breakfast before they headed out to the streets of Suna.
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I merely listened as Gaara and Yashamaru walked through the streets of Suna. I could tell just by the amount of bombing up and down that Gaara was running around excited.
Even though I couldn't see from my spot on his ass I could still hear the happenings of people in the village. While I could only make out a few words, due to having to learn what Gaara learned about their language. I wasn't a child so I knew concepts, the problem was that I had a toddler's knowledge of what the words meant. I still had problems with a few meanings, but by the shouts of the crowd we seemed to be in a market district of Suna.
As the day went one I heard some children laughing.
I wasn't sure how many, but by the voices, they were boys. This was going to be Gaara's first time at meeting children. I guessed they were at a playground of some kind.
Gaara walked forward, no doubt trying to say hi to someone new.
"Um.. hi."
The other children quieted down. Probably getting a look at my brother.
"Oh..um...um," One of the children started to stutter. His voice becoming more panicked. "You can't be here!"
Even though I couldn't see it, I knew Gaara's eyes widened as much as mine did. How dare that little brat be mean to my brother without even getting to know him!
"Wa… Why?" Gaara sounded like he was about to cry. His voice was shaking and he was sniffing.
The other kids didn't make a sound as I heard someone running. "Soka! Get away from him! I don't want you talking with it. Come on honey were heading home."
I heard a woman's voice was she rushed over to who I guess was her son. I think it was the same boy who Gaara tried talking to. I heard them walk off before Gaara broke down crying.
The sound of the other kids walking away followed shortly after. Leaving only Gaara in the playground alone.
It was awful hearing the redhead cry so much before our uncle come back from shopping. Thankfully, Yashamaru managed to calm Gaara down with a teddy bear of all things. They headed back home for the night. Gaara had a death grip on the teddybear all throughout the night.
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Things had only gotten worse for Gaara.
Shortly after the incident a few weeks ago, brother started to gain more problems. Each night he would stay up and watch the moon from his window. The demon's energy coursed through him much more than it ever did before.
It forced him to stay awake night after night... otherwise it would control him.
The first time it happened was when Gaara had dozed off for an hour.
I was sleeping in my normal spot under the blankets of the bed when it happened. Without warning Gaara shot straight up out of bed. Before I realized what was happening, he took off in a run out the window.
He didn't come back until an hour later.
Covered in blood, with a creepy grin on his face.
His eyes were bloodshot and sand was dancing around him, stained crimson. It wasn't until morning when Gaara must have came to realization of what he done.
The poor boy cried, holding his teddy bear. Using it as a shield to block the memories.
That night had been the cause of Gaara's insomnia, forcing my brother to never sleep willingly again.
During the nights, as he was now awake, I found that he mumbled to himself quite often. Then as the night went on he would get worse.
Normally he was quite, shy, and quick to crying. But throughout all the times he visited the streets of Suna. I could only hold my breath and shiver at the feeling of blood lust.
As the days went on, then soon turn to months, I saw a change in Gaara. He was becoming a monster.
Af first it was just that he was shy and often tried to talk to people. Only to be received wary glances, hate filled eyes, and loneliness.
It also didn't help that his family never came to see him. His father, who I discovered was Suna's leader through carefully listening of people around Gaara, only ever came to see him maybe once every two weeks. He would often bring mine and Gaara's other siblings, Kankuro and Temari, but they almost never talked and left shortly after visiting.
Out of all the hate and fear, Yashamaru was the only one who understood. He was always there teaching him, and me through extension, about what Gaara needed to know. While Gaara got the moral support, I used the lessons to understand the language of this world.
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"Gaara-sama I've brought breakfast."
As usual, our uncle came in with cereal, eggs and milk. The man was truly kind to Gaara. Doing little things like this, and raising the boy.
I could see Gaara was laying in bed, his face away from our uncle. The now three in a half year old was looking out the window again.
I slithered up onto his thigh before getting under his shirt. As my small amount of magic kicked in when I touched his skin, he didn't notice as I swiftly moved up his belly.
I silently thanked what I had called the Physical Notice Me-Not Charm. The original spell made others, as the name implies, not take notice of the user. In my snake body's version, what others did notice was my contact with them. While at first I just thought was Gaara getting use to me crawling on him, it took about a month afterward to realize it wasn't the case. I realized it because I still swiped pieces of skin off of Gaara for food. And at the age of three and a few months the little tike should have felt some type of pain, but never did. Which led me to believe my magic was finally coming back in some way.
My own new spell, even though it was created through accidental magic, kept me a secret to even my brother. The spell seems to activate in contact of another person, and was how I easily slipped into Gaara's mouth before he turned his head to let Yashamaru see his small smile.
I was annoyed that after three years of being able to just eat off my brother, I was stuck to doing this. During these three years I had been able to simply eat Gaara's flesh twice a week. It didn't cause any damage as the demon's energy took care of the healing a little.
I sighed, remembering all the problems started because of that damn demon and the stupid villagers. It was all because of the damage they both were doing to the poor boy that his sand started being affected by his emotions two weeks ago. The whispers and the stares depressed him. While the demon used Gaara's weakness to make the sand go wild.
It started to happen more often that Gaara's sand protected him or pushed someone away. Even injure depending on the redheads stress and emotion. And due to all of that, the sand started to block me from nipping of a piece of my brother's flesh at night. Forcing me to find an alternative.
I was still annoyed that I had to do this every time I needed to eat, but it couldn't be helped. I waited under Gaara's tongue as I saw the first of his food entering his mouth.
Making sure to be careful and avoid being chewed myself. I quickly took a bite of the food he was eating. I was going to have to do this to not starve every week from now on.
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Gaara was on the roof top on one of the taller buildings in Suna. I was of course with him. Hiding in his underwear. I was at laying at the top of his ass, giving me a view of of the stars because he was sitting on the edge of the building. I could see the clear night sky as his shirt wasn't blocking my view.
For a quick moment I thought about how wrong it probably was, but dismissed it. I couldn't be seen where I was and I could look behind him if he didn't where those wrappings under his shirt.
Not to mention a lot of body heat is gathered in his pants, which as a cold blooded reptile was my prefered spot. The big reason was that Gaara wore baggy clothes and I can't see if I was on his shoulders or anyplace else. I liked my favorite spot because it solely allowed me access to see anything behind him, while also being warm and no one could here me being covered up by his pants.
"Why?"
I stopped thinking when my brother talked. His voice was quiet and he sounded sad.
"Go home... monster."
"What the? Be careful... stupid kid! Hey… you're….. you're! Ahhhhh!"
I remembered the girl who slammed the door in my brother's face. He was going to say he was sorry for hurting her! Uncle had even giving him some medicine to help for the wounds.
Then there was that man that Gaara passed by. I could taste or I guess smell the alcohol on him meters away before he even passed my brother.
Even though I didn't see it, I still remembered the scream and the taste of blood in the air. Gaara had murdered the drunk.
Then there was the scent of Gaara's father. He smelled close, very close. I had guess he was giving my brother the same look of nothing. There was no love for Gaara in that man. At that moment I kind of wanted my brother to kill the leader of Suna. The man deserved to die more than even the drunken bastard on the sand covered street.
I didn't know what Gaara was thinking. But as his unknowing brother for six years of his life, it hurt me to know his pain. To know that many times he wanted to end his own life, because of that pain.
Then that hurt turned to rage as I caught a smell of someone approaching Gaara from behind. Acting quickly, I peaked my head over the top of Gaara's pants to see.
I only saw a ninja with cloth covering their face and kunia being launched at Gaara before my sight was blocked.
Gaara turned his body to face the attacker. Then I heard more soft thunks as the sand protected Gaara from the ninja's weapons.
I could tell my brother was angry... even more so then I was.
His body was producing sweat and I could feel it on my scales. It never fazed me as I was hissing in anger. I wasn't a dark wizard who liked the sight of a tortured human being, but hearing the sound of bones crunching under my brother's sand made me feel like one. How dare someone attack my brother!
Gaara walked to his downed enemy. I heard heavy breathing from the barely alive person. Good, then at least I knew who to watch out for if Gaara could get any information out of him.
"You're strong… Gaara-sama."
I froze in shock, while Gaara collapsed to his knees. "Why? Why? You… you. I thought that you were…"
"It was an order."
WHAT?! Pissed wasn't enough to describe what I was feeling. The one person that was there for my brother. Our kind and loving uncle, the man who taught Gaara for god sakes betrayed us. Order or not, you just don't do that to family.
"I was ordered to kill you. You were born with the Shukaku, and then observed like a guinea pig, Gaara-sama. But since you could not control the power of the living sand, and were unable to manipulate sand on your own… your existence was deemed a danger to the village."
Even if I couldn't see it I knew Gaara was crying.
"Then you did this unwillingly because Father ordered you to…" The six year old's voice carried a small amount of hope. Begging for our uncle to still love him.
"No. It is true I received the order from Kazekage-sama, but I had the choice. Gaara-sama… Deep inside my heart... I've always hated you. You took the life of my sister when you were born. She died becoming a sacrifice, and cursing this village. She gave you a name not because she loved you, but so you could continue to exist. She hated and cursed this village as she died, and she wanted her deep hatred to remain. She never loved you. Please die."
I could taste the smell of burning paper before an explosion went off.
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I hissed in discomfort as I woke up. Remembering the explosion and our "loving" uncle's betrayal immediately made me to focus.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The sound of Gaara screaming drew my attention. He was so loud that it hurt to think.
From what uncle said, his father had been the one to order all of this. That honestly didn't surprise me. Yashamaru, after all he did for Gaara, all the lessons about caring and love, he was just setting him up to fall.
To shatter Gaara's already cracking mind. To make my brother into the monster our mother wanted him to be.
While my brother doesn't realize it, I did. I'm not a child. I was a sixth year Ravenclaw who loved anime and kept up to date with muggle TV and news during the summer. I knew a set up when I saw one.
But what could I do? I'm a snake smaller than three centimeters who could only hiss, not speak.
Although I also knew if I didn't help my brother soon, he might never recover from this. Panicking...I focused on that one goal. To help my brother before the bastards words cause in more damage. Though for the last six years I had only been able to use my magic once. I tried many times, but only got failure.
Failure wasn't an option anymore. I digged deep, not just into my body, but in my soul. The soul was what made wizards who they were. If they specialized in a certain magic, or the form of a Patronus. It is what made their wand want to pick them. It was what made a wizard great or poor. Whole or cracked. The soul was everything to wizards. That was what I was taught in school. And I'll be damned if my soul didn't have the juice to help me out.
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Third Person POV
Gaara was on his knees, screaming... crying. Images flashing in his mind. Memories of his uncle taking care of him... teaching him. He was the only one who knew of his pain. Who cared. Until he wanted him dead.
"I believed my sister always loved you, Gaara-sama."
"Love?"
"I think the sand automatically protects you because of love. Your mother's will is in that sand."
He screamed as his mind shattered. The sand swirled around him. Like a vortex it encased him. It came at him, hurting him.
Then it stopped, and as he lifted his bloodied face, the kanji for love was scared above his left eye in crimson red.
The six year old was breathing heavily and his eyes were blood shot.
'Love no one else. Care for no one else's existence but your own. Fight only for yourself.'
"I understand now. I'm all alone…"
"No you're not Gaara."
Shocked, Gaara slowly turned around, hearing a voice behind him.
Behind him was a boy the same height as him, the same face as him, and the same red hair as him. The only thing different was the person's eyes.
The right one was a dull haze of blue and green. While the left was the familiar yellow, black diamond, and four surrounding black dots. The eye of his demon, Shukaku.
Gaara took a step back. "S-Shukaku?" he asked fearfully.
The stranger's eyes widened. "What makes you say that?"
"Your left eye."
"I am not that horrible demon, Gaara. You don't need to feel alone anymore. I'm here for you, and always have been. I've been with you since we were born. I just haven't been able to talk to you untill tonight, Gaara. I don't want you turning into a monster. I want you as who you are. My brother, and someone I love. You won't ever be alone, because now you know that I am here for you."
"Y-You look like me."
"I'm your twin, my name is Sabaku no Jeremiah. It's nice to finally say hi to my family."
Gaara saw tears running down Jeremiah's face. Anger forgotten, his last thought was if the person was truly his twin brother before he passed out.
There was a insane roar once the redhead hit the ground.
As the sand swirled around the Jinchūriki, no one saw his look alike walk up to the the six year old. He was never hurt by the sand before he despaired over the fellow redhead. Then a blood curdling roar filled the night for a second time. Unleashing a monster that people would fear for many years to come.
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The Fourth Kazekage looked on as Shukaku started a rampage. All he could say as he prepared his Gold Dust was, "You are a failure Gaara."
A/N: I think I did well for this chapter. I am still in the writing phase of this story and the next chapter has been planned and almost done. The only thing though is that I need more ideas. I don't want to rush to much ya know? So if you guys can give me some ideas, that would be great. Also might do a poll next time. I want you guys and gals to give me some great ideas that I can work with because I'm not the best writer out there. Thanks for reading as always.