I'd like to take this small area to thank Dorianimeyaoilover for my stories first review and all the people who have been following the story, your support is much appreciated~ 3

Also, be happy, this chapter's super long compared to the others.


"Would you like to know about your family Gaara?" The Master asked him, "I could tell you all about your mother, your father, your siblings, your town. All you have to do is say one simple word, Yes."

Gaara felt his insides twist as The Master hissed the last word, he had always wanted to know about his family, his origins, yet the other night...with Naruto.

When had he began to feel so much? Why, now did he feel fear, sadness, anger over the black haired man before him, when he cast his emotions out long ago.

He opened his mouth, gentle shaping his mouth to form the word he so wished to utter, then he stopped, what if this was a trap, to see if he had been communicating with the boy?

The elder looked at him, "Gaara, if you don't want to know we can continue our early activities, it's not you'll ever see the again anyway," he smiled.

Gaara shivered, recalling the males touch, his cold hands and long tongue. He used to not care, he used to treat sex as just one of his daily activities, but now he loathed the others touch.

Once again forming the word he let the air escape his through, creating an odd rasping noise from his forgotten vocal cords.

"What was that? I don't quite understand. Would you like me to go get your yellow haired friend to help?"

"No", the word was dry, harsh, the first thing he had said in years.

It was not a good feeling, like opening a door that had been closed for decades and had the hinges rusted shut had just been pried open.

The Master looked completely startled for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, "I see, so you don't want to hear about your family. Quite sad, but I guess it doesn't matter to one who has never loved or been loved."

Gaara felt the other's words run through him, "never been loved", he was nothing more than a toy to The Master, even...even his parents probably...

"T...tell me..." he rasped, wishing to know that at least once in his life he had been cared for.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you must promise not to cry. We wouldn't want your eyes red and puffy for the guests later."

Guests? He wondered his mind racing, what was the other planning on doing with him?

"You're father was king of a land in a far off desert. You were the third child to the king and queen and therefore quite useless. Your brother was already in training to be the next king and your sister to be married off to the son of another kingdom to end a war.

You were born premature, your mother dying and childbirth, she never even saw your face. As you grew up your father looked down on you as small and weaker than other children and eventually handed guardianship over to your uncle.

Your uncle pushed you beyond your limits, trying to train you to become strong like the other's, he trained you with no mercy, making it so you could not feel pain, not feel emotion. Yet, you were never strong enough to become a warrior, just a decoy, maybe a disposable spy.

When you were eight your family made a deal with me for a small sum of money, giving me all rights to your life, soul, and body.

And here we are, ten years later, your body strong enough to take anything I throw at you, my how a little abuse can change things." he finished.

"You may go now, I don't want to spoil you for later."


Author's Corner

Hello readers~ This is Eliz speaking and I'd like to know what you think.

I'm trying to get my poems to format correctly, and since fanfic will not let me double space then how would you feel about containing stanzas as so-

-He is gone

And I am alone-

-Yet, my emotions

Are stronger than before-

-I am afraid for him

I feel afraid for myself-

I'd love to hear your guys opinions on the issue and hope to fix it soon. Thanks~