Chapter 10:

"Save Me" Pt.2

A cold expression was thrown my way, "Why are you always near me?"

'Yes, why do you enjoy his presence?'

When I heard the Hachimata speak, I tensed and my blood boiled with hatred and rage.

'Are you in love with this pathetic excuse for a boy?'

Pain surged through my veins; that was a weak spot. I looked at Gaara but I didn't know what to say.

"I…feel calm around you," I whispered.

"That's pathetic. Why are you depending on others for your purpose?"

That stung, but he was right. I shouldn't have to depend on others; I was a demon, after all. How could I depend on others when everyone had the idea I was too strong? I shouldn't care what others said and so…

"Gaara, your father commanded me to tell him what you do from sun up to sun down."

Gaara turned towards me and stood up, he didn't have his gourd and so he stood up straight and he was a good 3 inches taller than I was. His eyes felt like an arrow as he stared me down. I had to admit I was a bit intimidated.

He growled, "You betrayed me?"

It was, as I had feared.

"No, I did not betray you," I stoically said.

"I will kill you."

My heart stopped. He was angry, but I never expected him to become this angry. I had no choice but to turn and run. I jumped off the roof and cushioned my fall by creating a pillow of chakra beneath my feet. I sped off towards the forest without looking back.

'Isn't life wonderful?'

My cheek was scratched by a tree but I couldn't stop, I had to block out what the Hachimata was telling me. I kept running frantically, I was afraid. I felt Gaara running after me and I tried to run as fast as I ever had before. No one was here to help me, or protect me; I was on my own. Temari and Kankuro were back at the house; the Kazekage couldn't care less.

I tripped over a branch and I fell on my face. I lifted myself with my arms and Gaara was staring down at me with his arms crossed and his gaze full of lust for blood. I saw he had not failed to bring his gourd, his tool for killing. I must have looked pitiful, on the ground, with blood running down my right cheek and fear in my eyes.

I stood frozen in my place. The cork in his gourd popped off and sand was leaking out, overflowing. My body shook with fear as the sand wrapped itself around me and lifted me from the ground. I couldn't move, I could hardly breathe. Gaara held up his hand…

"Wait! Gaara!" I shouted.

He looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

"I-I didn't mean to betray you. He's your father but…I don't understand the cold relationship between you two."

"Would you like me to inform you, you idiotic human?" Gaara had the coldest, most ruthless tone I've ever heard him speak in.

Maybe this was how he spoke to the people he's killed.

"My father…has tried to murder me several times ever since I was six."

I…never knew. I didn't know…I'm sorry Gaara.

"He won't stop until I'm dead. I was born to become a weapon. He implanted a demon into me when I was born and I killed the woman who gave birth to me. He spoiled me with what I thought was love but now he disregards me as his son. He says I'm too dangerous, I might destroy the village, so I will be murdered."

I'm so sorry. I never knew that. I never imagined that your relationship with him was so…full of hate. I would feel the same as you I guess.

But those words only stayed in my head. In reality, I couldn't speak.

"But then my uncle, he showed me what love was. I believed he was the only one, who cared about me, that is, until he tried to murder me. My father sent him and he agreed. Secretly, he's hated me for killing his sister, the woman who gave birth to me."

I could never have imagined any of this, to Gaara, I was another assassin sent by his father. Gaara closed his hand a hair's length and I felt the pain. I struggled to breathe and he closed his hand a little more.

The strain on my bones would soon snap them; my lungs could hardly receive the oxygen they needed. I was growing dizzy from lack of air but no death would be without…

'Finally, you're dying. I've waited for this day, but who knew the boy you loved would be the one to end your life?'

I let my head fall and I cried.

Gaara asked, "Why are you crying?"

"I never knew your past. I'm sorry I didn't comfort you. I lived in your village, I could have befriended you, you might have needed a friend but I hardly even knew of your existence. I would have never done anything for your father if I had known, but I was too ignorant. I'm sorry I didn't help you when you were in need."

"Why do you care so much? You've only met me."

I lifted my head and whispered, "Because…I've fallen in love with you."

Out of surprise, Gaara closed his hand, involuntarily.

I heard ear shattering snaps and my lungs gave way. The sand retreated and I fell to the floor. My body was bent at strange angles and my face faced Gaara, some of my hair covered my vision but I didn't have the strength to move it. I tasted blood in my mouth and felt it ooze out onto the floor. My vision was blurred but my hearing was working perfectly.

"Nozomi!" I heard Gaara call out.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. My body was broken and so was my mind. Gaara kneeled next to me but there was nothing he could do.

It was my fate…

This was a Demon's Fate…

To fall in unrequited love and be the evil a hero would vanquish.

Gaara couldn't save me, life couldn't save me, and even I couldn't save myself.

He didn't close his hand willingly but fate did.

Usually the Hachimata was always right but in the last sentence he said to me, he was wrong. I still love him.

I wonder what was going through his head at that point in time.

I guess I'll always wonder.