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Chapter 3- Memory
Gaara woke up again. The room he was in wasn't much bright than the dream. Not much has happened this time, just bloody torture. He shook violently before staggering out of bed. He found that he was in a medical bed with cords and wires that tugged off as he pulled away. He quivered and fell to the floor, vomiting. He heard moment and saw a shadow in front of him where he sat on his knees, propped on his hands. Gaara looked up wearily to see Naruto.
Naruto helped him up worriedly and started to put him back in bed when Gaara pulled away.
"I want to go him," he said.
Naruto opened his mouth to protest about the others health but noticed the drained, stern look he held so he stopped. With a light nod, the whiskered boy draped his ranking elder over his shoulders and walked him out of the hospital.
Once outside he pulled Gaara carefully onto his back and began running. He hoped to have the tanuki boy in bed soon and get rest himself. He hadn't slept at all since reaching the Wind Country.
When Naruto reached the kazakage's home, he slowed down and carried him inside. He couldn't help but notice that Gaara was already asleep and was about to leave for his own room after laying the boy down when he shifted in bed.
"Naruto-kun..." Gaara was sitting up. "Please don't leave..." His expression was unusual. He normally looked emotionaless or calm, but fear played across his forehead and danced behind his crystalline eyes.
Uzamaki stopped and thoguht for a moment. He was tired but it was his job to protect his superior. So, he nodded.
It was Gaara's turn to nod this time. He slid under the covers quietly and closed his eyes to sleep.
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Gaara knew where he was this time. The satanic world around him flooded into view and stench of death welcomed him back into his own personal hell.
"Welcome back child," a heavy vioce called behind the darkness.
Gaara stood still, trying to remain calm as usual but his normal collected behavior was being tried with everything going on.
"Who are you?" He closed his eyes to listen where the vioce was coming from.
The voice just laughed as always.
When he opened his eyes, Gaara wasn't in the world anymore. He was back in the village but it seemed different, older. And that's when he noticed it. The boy himself was younger and his old teddy bear was wrapped tightly in his small arms.
Before Gaara could think about what was happening, he felt the prickling presence of someone else/ He skin twitched and seemed to crawl as the sand began to move over him uncontrolled. Dripping liquid mingled with the sound of someone's painful groans and the sickly sound or breaking bones. With wide eyes, he turned to see the life slip away from the innocent victim.
"M-monster..." the whisperd quietly only to be echoed by other voices and accented by te evil laughter like a sour music note.
Gaara clung to his animal and whimpered."Stop it."
He pulled his bear closer, tears slipping over his cheeks.
"Stop it!" He was yelling now and the voices were growing louder. But suddenly, it all stopped. He stood alone in the blackened silence, sitll a child.
"Gaara," a voice called to him. I was soft and troubled.
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Eh. I'm sorry this chapter is well, really short. I've already got chapter 4 almost completely written and I'll start typing within the next few days if that's any improvement.
Oh! And eI'd like to thank one of my besties for drawing me a picture for this story. I'll put it up soon.