Displacement.
The first person he kills is a drunken man who'd looked at him with such hatred and fear that he wonders why everyone can only look at him that way.
He'd tried. He'd tried so hard to make friends. He'd offered ointment to the Takeo, only to have been cut off rudely and then had the door slammed in his face. That drunken man's eyes had been the last straw.
All he wants to do is erase all the hatred and fear that he sees in everyone's eyes.
Yashamaru betrays him in the worst possible way. Yashamaru had never loved him. Yashamaru had lied. His own mother had never loved him. He'd killed his own mother, of course she wouldn't love him. He was a monster.
In the middle of it all, he thinks of Kari. Kari had lied to him too. Kari never liked him at all. Kari had abandoned him. Kari and Yashamaru were both liars and both traitors.
He throws up the little food he'd eaten that day at the thought. The taste of cookies is bitter on his mouth.
He was all alone in this world. He clutches onto his heart that pangs and pangs inside his chest and allows his conscious to slip into the dark
When he wakes up the next day, Gaara's silent.
He walks in silence and eats in silence. He listens to Kankuro yell at him in silence and takes all of Temari's looks in silence. He won't ever love again.
Kari doesn't like it at all, leaving all her friends behind. Her father had decided to leave his executives behind to complete the new branch. They were going back to Konoha.
She cried and she plead but both her parents ignore her and order her to pack her things. She stormed out of the house in a huff until she reached the park where she used to exchange secret notes with Gaara.
She stopped when she saw sand in the air, thin and flicking like a whip and red infront of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the back of the red hair and she gasped.
Gaara is about to turn around when she spun on her heels and fleed.
She has no idea who Gaara is anymore and she runs as fast as her legs can carry her.
She'd heard the rumours. She doesn't know if they're true or not. But everyone can't be lying when they say that Gaara had killed Yashamaru. If it was a lie, then everyone wouldn't be saying the same thing.
She collapsed on her front porch and she winced as her hand landed still too harshly against the porch, her right wrist still tingling. She holds her right wrist up gently, as she looked at the odd-shaped white almost star like scars that littered around her right wrist, where her bone had apparently once punctured through her skin.
She'd seen herself, when Gaara attacked – killed – the man outside the restaurant. She'd been attacked. Yashamaru was dead and the entire village was terrified of Gaara. Was the entire village right?
Looking down, she feels her world spin. She thinks maybe she's glad that they're moving away.
'Kari?'
He whispers as he turned in his seat at the familiar presence. All he sees are wisps of her black hair around the corner already and he sits in the park where they'd started leaving each other secret messages.
And she's gone.
He watched Kari wave goodbye, her wrist still wrapped up in bandages as she hugged a girl. He watched as she got into the van and leaned out the window, yelling out to the same girl
'Maiko-chan! I promise to write!'
Kari never writes to him.
A/N:
I kind of had a Konoha arc I wanted to write but it would kind of derail from the main plot... not sure what I should do...