Circe – Sabaku no Gaara
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I stopped believing in love a long time ago…
Because it isn't real
It doesn't exist
I stopped…around the same time, most kids stopped believing in Santa Clause.
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He watches as the remaining blood is washed away by the running water and goes down the drain. It was perhaps two in the morning but like so many other nights' he would not find sleep. His eyes shift towards the broken mirror above the sink. He could see exactly why people feared him. After so many years of blood being shed his eyes had become a hollow green. He closed his eyes for a moment and he could already begin to hear the deafening screams of fear. He forgot what it had been like to have a dreamless sleep. Not having to be woken up by shouts of fear and hatred.
Gaara… his mind whispered.
Gaara are you listening.
His head started to pound hard enough to make him tremble. His eyes shut tight wishing for the voice to go away. His nails dug into his skull yet the voice would not leave him.
He was seven years old again. The screaming never stopped. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of sewer filled his lungs until he found it difficult to breathe.
"Dad…?"
He watched as man not much older than his father struggled to regain his bearings. The man was covered in his own blood. He continued to watch as the man coughed up blood.
"Please- cough- Shukaku- cough," the man begged.
"I've heard enough. I have been more than patient with you Muragi."
"Dad-,"
"Silence, Gaara! I will show you what I do to those who try to defy me. Bring me his wife and child."
"NO! PLEASE! SHUKAKU I beg you! LEAVE THEM BE," the man pleaded.
"Kill them," Shukaku ordered.
He had to watch in horror as a bullet was placed in both the woman and the child's head. His legs wouldn't let him move. He couldn't stop his body from trembling.
There was so much blood.
Just too much blood
The sound of the running water helped him remember where he was. For a moment he was given peace from the never ending nightmares. It was only for a moment…
He was twelve. The blinding pain he felt that day as his father struck him never left. It wasn't the forming bruise that caused him pain. No, it was that it had been his father who had struck him.
"Look at you Gaara," he mocked. "Did you think you could keep them from me?"
He said nothing as his father continued to circle him.
"Did you think you could help them? You and I are the same Gaara. You are no better than me."
"Remember that Gaara…remember that."
He gasped as the latest memory left him. Slowly he turned off the running faucet. The blood had long ago left his skin but even now he could still remember the feel of the metallic blood that covered his hand not long ago.
"You've done well Gaara," came the dark voice of Shukaku. His dark laughter echoed across the dim alleyway.
He watched with hollow eyes as a man not much younger than his father lay in a pool of his own blood. The man's chest rose slowly with each intake of breath telling him that he was still alive.
"You monster," cried a woman standing over the body of her husband.
"Well done Gaara," came the proud voice of Shukaku.
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"Gaara?"
He didn't bother to turn around or give any inclination that he had heard his brother. He continued to simply watch as his father's underlings cleaned up the mess left behind.
"Kankura, Gaara we must leave," called Temari.
He turned without a word.
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Suna Academy, top school for the rich and the corrupted. Many rumors that surround this prestigious school said it to be notorious for ruling with an iron fist; ruled by the Sabaku siblings. Only a few knew who really ran the school. The man who ruled the city of Suna went by many names but the one he is most known by is Shukaku no Sabaku, mob lord.
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Hushed whispers were heard as the three Sabaku siblings made their way through Suna's halls. Everyone watched as the three siblings walked the halls of Suna Academy like they were gods. The majority who both respected and feared the siblings looked upon Kankuro and Temari in awe. While a few who dared watched in fear as the youngest with hair the shade of crimson struck fear into all with his penetrating green irises.
Nobody noticed that there was one pair of brown eyes that did not look at him in fear rather in curiosity.
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"Hi, my name is Matsuri and my family recently moved here."
"Welcome Matsuri, please take a seat," responded Inari.
She gave a small head bow before searching the crowded classroom for an available seat. Finding one near the back she navigated her way towards the back. A boy about her age greeted her with a friendly smile.
"Hi, the names Shin."
"Hi," she greeted back shyly.
They said nothing until the bell rang indicating that it was time for lunch.
"Come I'll show you around."
Matsuri followed after Shin glad that she had found someone nice enough to talk to her. He showed her where the rest of her classes are before ushering her towards the crowded cafeteria. She looked around and found only one empty table close to the back.
"Hey! There's one over there," she pointed out. Before she could take a step in that direction she found herself being suddenly pushed back.
"Oh, no you don't. You don't want to go getting yourself killed on your first day now do you? Come on there some space this way."
She didn't bother to ask why. She followed after him as he led her to a small table far away from that table. The people she was introduced seemed nice enough. They told her how great Suna Academy is compared to other schools.
"Yeah, here you can pretty much do anything you want."
They asked her how it it's like living in the city of Mist. She told them how school was like over there and a few other things. A girl named Neimi was telling her about a small hangout when at the corner of her eye she caught the sight of red. Being unable to help it her eyes followed the red head from earlier.
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The music boomed loud enough to make the ground shake. The flashing lights made it impossible to see clearly. Everything became a blur and eventually it became too much for her intoxicated mind. Without checking to see if any of her new friends could see her she made her way towards the closest exit. She pushed her way through the mass of bodies trying not to get herself caught by the onslaught of people. The moment her hands landed on the metal door she didn't hesitate to push her way out the door. The moment she came outside she was blasted with cold wind that smacked her face making her face become instantly cooled. For a moment she relished in the sudden clarity of the night. It was long past the afternoon. She could see the moon clearly in the sky.
It wasn't until she heard the loud sound of metal hitting brick that shocked her back into the present. Her eyes bugged out and she took a shaky step back as she saw a boy much younger than her crawl his way out of the alley.
"Come here you pathetic piece of shit!" It was a second voice that did not belong to the young man that made her edge her way back and using the dark to hide her. A man a bit older than her followed by two others stalked after the young boy that he was their prey. She watched as the young boys eyes flitted between fear and rage as the three advanced. "Did you think you could hide boy." The man continued to mock.
The boy in response glared before spitting out a mouth full of blood. "I'm not afraid of you," he said through clenched teeth.
The man with the metal pipe quirked an eyebrow, "kid you've got guts. I don't whether it's your stupidity or fear talking but you've got some nerve showing your face after stealing from Shukaku."
"I ain't scared of nobody least of all him," the boy spat.
"You'll regret those words boy!"
She closed her eyes, she didn't want to watch. She wanted to scream or yell but the fear clogged her throat. Watching them reminding her of what happened to her parents. How they had been killed and how she was too weak to stop them. She was afraid for her life. She knew that anyone would have tried to help the boy but she was too afraid, too much of a coward to speak up.
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It was a week before she saw the red headed guy again. She had gone to the roof to get some fresh air when she saw him lying on top of the roof of the school. She had a strange urge to touch his red locks. When she saw him shift she ran from fear of being caught.
She didn't see him again until afterschool. She was heading back to get something that she had forgotten when she heard voices.
"Gaara-san what do you say, hm?" a sultry voice asked belonging to a girl.
For a moment she thought that he would say nothing until she heard his voice.
"I suggest you leave now," he practically barked.
"Oh come on Gaara-san I love dangerous men. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement,"
Unable to control her curiosity she decided to take a peak. She found him standing with a look of annoyance as chick much older than either of them attempted to seduce him. She saw her approach him slowly. A rush of air left her lungs when she saw her place a hand on his cheek. She was left in shock when in the next moment he yanked her hand violently and thrust her against one of the lockers.
"Don't touch me," he hissed. The way he said those words made her think of blood and word fear. It was in this moment she realized that he should be feared.
The older girl stared in shock as he left her there without so much as a second glance. It didn't take a genius to see that he did not like to be touched. He seemed almost angry when she had touched him. She wondered if he would react differently to her touch.
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"Why don't you like to be touched?"
For a moment she had not registered that she was the one that had asked the question and it took her a second longer to realize that she had said it out loud.
His eyes turned to her like a predator ready to strike. In that moment she registered both fear and excitement for what he would soon do. She wondered if he would ignore her or punish her for speaking to him that way.
She watched him stand before he began to walk in her direction. Her breath hitched in anticipation as he headed for the door behind her. For a moment she thought that he would ignore her existence all together when she stopped about a foot away.
"I don't dislike it, I despise it,"
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"Gaara, father wishes to see us," called Temari from the door. He said nothing as he made his way into his father's den.
His father sat behind his desk swishing a small cup of whisky.
"You called for us?" asked Temari.
He stilled his hands slowly turning to face the three sand siblings. His eyes stayed a fraction longer on Gaara before speaking. "Yes, pack your bags we're moving to Konoha."
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A/N: This is only part One of the Gaara part! Yey! I'm sorry I took forever but I want to make sure this is done right. Anyways thank you all for reviewing and for simply reading my fic.
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Oh! For those reading 9 encounters I'm working on like three at the same time. So a new chap should be up pretty soon. Sorry there were no lemons in this one but the next one will have at least 4 lemons okay!
