Crimson Raining Tears

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Yeah, thanks a bunch for agreeing to be my beta-er.. or however you spell it! xD

And sorry if this one sucks, I kind of went braindead after the first paragraph..

BUT OH MY, LOOK AT HOW LONG IT IS!

Well, it looks long on wordpad.. who knows on FF..

And ohmigee, it was so much longer but then my damn wordpad messed up and.. I had to rewrite it all...

-Sobs.-

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Chapter Seven - Happy Birthday, Birthday.

Happy Birthday, Birthday. -

A Monster was Born,

Happy Birthday, Birthday Now..

Mother, I'm Sorry.

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January 19th was officially the worst day of Gaara's life ever, beating the moment when Yashamaru had ruined the last of his sanity. This day was supposed to be forbidden in this house. Like some kind of taboo word, it wasn't allowed to be said or celebrated, no matter what. But today it seemed that his siblings had decided to break the silent promise between them about never saying and never celebrating Gaara's birthday.

On this day, everyone would avoid him. Well, everyone had always avoided him, but his siblings just seemed to.. forget that he was even still alive. It hurt because he hadn't said anything about acting like he was invisible, had he?

He had never shown it, but the occasional glance and small smile so carefully thrown his way were appreciated deep down inside of the redhead. It showed him that even though he denied it with all his might, they cared - even if it was just a little.

"Nngh..." Lowering his head into his hands, the redhead closed his eyes. Trying to ignore the throbbing and unbearable pain that formed in his head and seemed to hurt his whole body just a little.

"A monster was born.." He managed to speak, his voice low and hoarse sounding.

Temari cautiously poked her head into the redhead's wrecked room. Clothes lay everywhere, ripped and torn, and in shreds. The only desk he had in his room lay tipped on its side, crushed legs and lying around it. The chair was reduced to nothing but broken bits and pieces lying scattered around the room. Jigsaw puzzles lay broken and strewn about the room. Sand swirled menacingly in the middle of the room, seeming to glide over the mess. Sometimes breaking something that hadn't been broken.

"G-Gaara?" Kankuro hesitently spoke up, gently pushing his wide-eyed sister into the room. "H-Hey.." He smiled nervously, entering himself.

Dull aqua blue coloured eyes opened, albeit slowely, and focused upon the two elder Suna siblings. They seemed glazed over and lifeless. They seemed to show nothing but pure anguish - what the owner of the eyes was feeling. Pain, hurt, so much hurt...

"Are you okay?" Temari spoke up, her voice soft. Gathering strength and moving toward her youngest brother. She took a deep breath and hesitently sat on the edge of the ripped matress her youngest brother also sat upon. "You don't look alright." Concern laced her voice, eyes carefully noting the glazed and lifeless look in his eyes.

The boy let a low growl issue from his throat, closing his eyes once more. It was much too bright, he thought, even though it was rather dark in his room. He was surprised to see that he wasn't invisible today, and it felt a little nice to be noticed right now. But he was so confused. Didn't they know, he had said he would kill them if they entered his room? Didn't they know that today, on his very own birthday, he was most prone to lash out - to kill? Didn't they know they had entered a monster's room?

"Hey Gaara..." Kankuro frowned slightly, scratching the top of his head, having left his hood back within his room. Hesitantly, he waved his hand in front of his younger brother's face. An act that was as foolish as putting one's hand in a starving lion's mouth. Much to his surprise, Gaara opened his eyes. "Do you know what today is?" He asked, choosing his words carefully, noting the sudden wince from his brother. "It's January 19th.. know what that means?"

Both elder siblings looked at each other, studying the other's eyes carefully, checking to see if they were both ready, signs that they were, most likely, ready to die. This was about the most suicidal thing they had done for a while. Such an act of stupidity would have surely gone beyond them had they known the limits of their brother's sanity. Now, they were about to take a large leap over that line, which they had already daringly crossed when they had first entered the room.

"Happy birthday, birthday nooow!! Hap--"

Before they could break out into song, and possibly a little jig they had made, a low snarl issued from the crimson haired boy's throat, and he suddenly grasped onto the sides of his head, eyes widening momentarily before they quickly shut again. The aqua eyed boy let out a small cry of pain, showing just how much more it hurt. His head lowered more then it already was, and he seemed to be trembling.

"M-mother... I'm.. sorry.." He managed to gasp, silencing his siblings and whatever they were going to say.

Teal eyes widened, and a frown was plastered over the brown haired boy's face. Worry and concern quickly filled the two elder siblings as they gazed upon their younger brother. Seeing such a strong and powerful - undestroyable - monster, so weakened, now.. so.. pitiful. It tore at their hearts as they gazed at the boy who kept mumbling silent, unheard apologies.

Taking a deep breath, Temari and Kankuro met each other's eyes once more, a determined look taking over their facial features. Both clearly knowing what they were going to do, what they wanted to do, to stop their younger brother's pain.

As the blond suddenly leaned toward her brother, Kankuro did the same. Two sets of arms came around Gaara's shoulders. Both siblings wrapped their arms around the younger boy in a careful, and caring, embrace. Both did not care if they died doing this. They just so desperately wanted to help. To save the redhead from the desert of loneliness and pain he was surrounded by.

Dull aqua blue coloured eyes opened in surprise. A smile lit up each elder sibling's face as they felt the redhead tense up at first. Before he slowly, hesitantly relaxed and seemed to welcome the much needed embrace that had so longingly been needed since he was born. It.. was nice, the redhead had to admit. He felt as the loving embrace tightened just a little. Gaara could have sworn that his heart had stopped hurting just a little.

"Happy birthday, Gaara."

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Gah, I swear it would have been longer if WP (WordPad) hadn't messed up. Anyways, hope it's good, and not all that OOC! I spent like.. fifty hours on it. Bleh..

But.. I like how it turned out.

- Mirango.

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