Story: Becoming the Loner Version 2

Chapter Title: Gaara's Flashbacks. Part 1.

Pairing: Gaa/Saku

Disclaimer: No own-age :( Apart from OC's.

Warnings: Questioning of social status and the uselessness of it. The occasional frustrated curse word. Lime (no lemon). Rated M because of violence and fluff.

A set of chilling screams pierced through my skull, waking me up from my light slumber. I bolted upright and, knowing what was going on, scurried to my elder brother's bed. 'Get out, little one. You should be used to this by now,' he grumbled half asleep. He still let me in to snuggle against his powerful back under the comforting warmth of his blankets.

'I'm scared though. I don't like it when this happens and I never will.' At this point, Temari flew in to the room and under the covers with us. A few more screams resounded and the sound of ripping relentlessly pounded through our terrified skulls.

'I'm only here to make sure you two are OK.' Temari hugged me tightly.

More screams burned my ears as our collective breath was bated for it to end and our mother to be left alone. A few seconds seemed like hours, as me and my siblings tried to find comfort in the warmth we shared.

Footsteps pounded across the hall to our room. The door was wrenched open with an ear splitting crash and those footsteps stopped at the bed. Our father's presence made even Temari quake with fear when he decided he was going to get violently drunk.

'This is sick,' he slurred. 'My precious children in bed together. Ha! I'll show you what is sick. You just come with me.' Our warm haven was ripped away and we were yanked from the bed. 'I'll show you something you will never forget.' We were forced into the living room and pushed to the floor. 'Move and I will do it. To. You. Too.'

We didn't even bother weep for our mother as our eyes widened at the horrific sight of her tied to an old wooden chair. Clothes ripped, leaving her bare, for us to see the scars that she had accumulated over the years from him. Tears fell down her scratched cheeks; blood flowed freely from fresh incisions on her stomach, neck and legs.

A murderous rage was bubbling within me as our mother pleaded, 'No. Not in front of our children. Do it, if you have to. Just n. N. Not so that they can see. Temari, take Gaara and Kankuro and run!' she was desperately trying to free herself from her binds, but to no avail.

'No. They have to watch. They deserve to watch. Love is for fools, you know that much. Don't spare our precious incestuous children.' He slid a long knife from its holder and advanced towards our mother...

'From around that point, I cannot remember a thing.' Gaara's bored mumble made the horrific tale he had just unloaded to his new therapist seem like a walk in the park.

'After that. Well, I just wanted to avenge my mother. I couldn't find it so I simply took it out on others.'

'So when did you change your mind and admit yourself to be mentally unstable?' Motou Takuma was highly interested in this young boy's disregard for his tragic past.

'When I suddenly realised that what I was doing may not have been what my mother wanted me to do. It was triggered by the desperate pleas of my last victim. They echoed those of my mother's. I should be locked away now. But the courts admitted that I was really not in my 'right mind'. So they let me off.' A pause was taken as Gaara suddenly found the need to drink. 'I have been working towards being an artist ever since.'

'Why have you entrusted me with this information? It is something you have never done before, right?'

'I saw the BM stickers on your brief case.' Takuma raised his eyebrows at this.

A/N: Too scary? Or not scary enough, that is the question. Until next time, Good bye.