Author's note: I don't own anything except Oukame. Sasuke is ooc in this one.
Chapter 2: Oukame's Story
Oukame looked up to see Gaara. "Gaara, I'm sorry. I thought you were Sasuke," she said as she wiped her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" he asked as he sat beside her.
"It's a long story," she said. Oukame began to stand but Gaara grabbed her wrist.
"I have all day," he said looking into her eyes.
"Alright," Oukame sat down.
"When I was born my mother didn't want me, she wanted a boy. So she gave me to a friend who had wanted a girl. Her name was Das and she was very knid. But she was killed by the ninjas in this village. Before they killed her she made one request, that they spare my life. Then they killed her in front of me, I was 5-years-old when that happened. They at least honored her by keeping their promise, but they made fun of me, threw stuff at me and… and… sniff they told me how they killed Das."
Oukame was crying by the time she had finished. While tears rolled down her cheeks Sasuke had come over, "Hey loser, stand up," he said as he kicked Oukame in the leg.
"Oww. Stop that," she whined as she rubbed the spot on her leg.
Sasuke shrugged, "Fine, I won't kick you." He held up some rocks and threw them at her. Oukame closed her eyes and waited for the pain but it never came. She oened her eyes and saw Gaara had caught the rocks before they had hit their target.
"Leave… now," Gaara growled as he crushed the rocks in his hand. Sasuke glared at him but turned and left, quickly. Gaara turned back to Oukame and brushed the dust off his palms.
"Why did you do that?" Oukame asked as she looked at Gaara in confusion.
"You were nice to me. You did runaway but, at least you stayed for a little while," he said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, he reached down and helped Oukame up.
"I ran away because Sasuke was coming. I'm sorry," Oukame said, staring at her feet.
"Oh well, it's late, I'll walk you home," Gaara said as he watched the sun sink below the horizon.
"I don't have a home. They tore down my house when they killed Das," Oukame said calmly wiping away the rest of her tears.
"Oh, sorry," Gaara said as they began to walk.
"It's not your fault, you didn't know," Oukame consoled as she looked up at the moon. Gaara glance up too. "The moon, I love it. It gives out as much light as the sun. When I was living with Das I used look at it so much that I needed glasses, but I still can't stop."