Prologue

Walking... That's all I remember when it happened... I was only six, when the first attack to my life took place. Yashamaru... My uncle... Attacked me, flying kunai stuck to my sand as it protected me from certain harm. Tears cascaded down my cheeks, eyes wide with disbelief that soon changed into anger. Narrowing eyes full with malice and pain quickly surrounded the nin and crushed all his bones until he could no longer move. Yashamaru was under that mask, the only person I thought loved me... He lied.

After his final death of explosion, and implanting the kanji for love upon my forehead transformed into the complete form of Shukaku. Tears still cascaded down I couldn't believe my eyes to what I just witnessed. I went on a rampage until I felt the usual chakra that would stop my efforts, my father. He stopped me in time before I destroyed the very land that I was suppose to call home. When in reality, all I wanted was to tear away at the walls. To finally be set free from those who hate me, who stare at me with those eyes full of despair, full of hatred and disgust.

My body lye on the floor gold dust laying all over my body as well as around me, my sand to heavy to move it properly and thus just stayed there. Father's gold soon retreated from me leaving me alone once again. My mind was blank. I didn't wish to think anymore.

I am alone.

After peaceful silence it was soon interrupted by cries, as if a child were crying their eyes out. It got closer and closer at a fast pace. It was annoying beyond compare, but the cries were appropriate at this moment in my sorrowful life. I stood and awaited.

A ninja clad in all black ran into my line of sight, a child barely clinging in his arms. Clearly the baby was in pain from the hold. My eyes narrowed as the eyes of the ninja happen to look my way. Widening in horror threw a kunai at me, of course my sand flew in front of me, protecting my body from harm. This man must not be from here if he were to just challenge me like this. Sand from below his feet soon shifted and crawled up his legs. He screamed in terror trying to get away. However, he who looks at me like that.. Will feel my wrath.

I slid the sand carefully around the child, encasing it and removing it from the nins grasp. "No!" He yelled trying to cling at the ball of sand now coming to my arms. I did not know how to hold a child, though I have watched many village women carry them and thus decided to give it a try. My right arm wrapped around the child's rear and my left held its neck and back against my shoulder. I looked again to the nin, his face the only thing visible in the surroundings of my sand.

I smiled, evilly. His face contorted into true horror as my hand then squeezed shut slowly, making sure to crush his bones nice and slowly. To know pain and fear as I'm sure this child had. Although I had just swore moments ago that I would only protect myself, to love only myself... I could not help but make the crying stop. It did, indeed stop. The child in my arms quiet and sleeping peacefully. How it could I was unsure of. Even children younger and my own age knew I was a menace, that I was evil and a monster. The child in my arms was quiet and seemed at peace. My sand retreated back to me, swirling around my feet contently at the blood it had just devoured. Footsteps were then heard coming in my direction. Bracing myself for another fight found a woman and man running to the scene. The man a ninja from here, I assumed his wife next to him as she clung to the man with tears in her eyes and right hand over her mouth in disbelief. They stood, staring at me and the child in my arms.

"Oh honey!" Tears fell from the woman's eyes. As she was about to come to me and probably take the child from my arms, the man held her back shaking his head. "Go home. She is no longer our daughter. She has been corrupted!" Yelling at me, grabbed the woman and left. My eyes widened at the audacity the man had just shown. He basically just disowned his own child because I... Protected her. Looking down at the sleeping face of the baby felt a twinge of pain in my chest.

My heart hurt, not only for myself, but the child that would not feel the love it deserved because I was the one to save her from the ninja that took her. Tears started to cascade down my cheeks at this information. Squeezing the child tightly to my chest began my journey home. If no one wanted this child, I will take her for myself. The parents of the original child did not say her name, therefore I will give her one myself.

Gisei.

Sabaku No Gisei.

A fitting name for the child in my eyes. Her parents sacrificed her to me for their life. They did not come to me to gather her, they feared me so much they disowned their own just because I touched her, I corrupted her. Gisei, meaning sacrifice... she is the sacrifice of the desert. And she is mine.

Not knowing how to take care of a child is the hard part. When I got home my sister and brother looked at me and the bundle in my arms. The baby only had on a sleepwear. She shivered and trembled, before she began to cry I wrapped her up in my small robe. It wasn't much but Gisei seemed to gather the warmth and soon her pale body began to get the color back. "H-Hey Gaara, what's that?" My sister asked getting my attention. I looked to her, and she flinched. My eyes narrowed in pain. She was the one talking to me first, and when I acknowledged her presence she flinched as if I would harm her. My eyes burned and I could no longer look at her. I walked, and continued to walk to the room I claimed as my own. Blankets and toys were there, I knew that Gisei would enjoy them as much as I did.