When Angels Cry
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
A/N: (: Had to do it. Love the Shukaku~ ...What? So? It wasn't the Shukaku's fault that Gaara's life sucks! That's why I hate the Fourth Kazekage and Elder Chiyo! Well, I like Chiyo because she brought Gaara back to life, and helped Sakura fight, but other than that I hate her.
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Chapter X
Shukaku
Gaara wringled his dark, crimson hair in his hands. His hair was close to ripping out, he was pulling so hard. He sat in a fetal position in the corner of his apartment. (After their father died - Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro lived in a small, dinky apartment with only two rooms. Gaara just kept his stuff in the hall closet, since he really didn't need a room. What would he put in it? Sand?)
His eyes were wide with insanity and fear and anger, with the same question pounding in his head:
Why can't he just leave me alone?
Shukaku. He needed to give Gaara some space. To quit pestering him. Of course, old habits die hard. Gaara shouted mentally in his brain (not aloud; it was four A.M. in the morning, and Kankuro and Temari were fast asleep):
Get out of my head!
The Shukaku, as a ugly spawn of Satan he was, smirked until he showed his pearly white fangs. "What? Tired of me pushing you around? Don't be. The only one pushing you around is that girl you keep making googly eyes at."
Gaara scowled at the inner image of the Shukaku. Like Naruto and the Kyuubi, Gaara and Shukaku had a cage with a seal on it. Only, this cage was in a vast, barren wasteland, with nothing but the cracked earth and the desperate wailing of the Shukaku's freedom. The squealing cage bars, the seal unlocking, Gaara standing before the mighty beast; the wind blowing in a million directions.
He opened his eyes, and rasped, "What?"
The Shukaku scoffed, "Don't play dumb with me. I know you know who I'm talking about." Matsuri's image flashed in his brain. He grit his teeth. "Listen, kid, lately you've been off your a-game. And it's because you're forming... bonds, with these people. But it's no use, because they all hate you and fear you."
Gaara let go of his hair. The Shukaku smiled, usually when Gaara did this, he gave in. But this time, Gaara clanched his fist and thought fiercely back, Shut up. They don't fear me, they fear you. And I will endure whatever it takes for them to accept me, no matter what.
Naruto's and Matsuri's images flashed in his mind.
And I promise, if you try to threaten Matsuri once more - I'll never see blood again.
The Shukaku, with nothing else to say, shut up and didn't speak for the rest of the long, dreaded night.