Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. But the following lines are...
Credits: Story from chapter 4b edited by Nora D.
Notes: Storyline here starts after Chapter 139 from Vol. 16, so there will be massive spoilers. Don't read if you don't like spoilers. Read if you don't care...
Warning: I'm not an English native speaker/writer. Beware of grammar mistakes and orthography errors.
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The girl with big ponytails sighed. Then she knocked once again.
Still no answer.
She frowned deeply. She proceed to bang on the door.
No sound in.
"Gaara, you can't stay like that forever...I've brought your meal!"
No answer.
"Gaara..."
"Temari... leave me alone. Please."
"But Gaara...at least, eat something..."
"Not hungry." the voice behind the door snapped.
She helplessly shrugged and walked away.
Kankuro was in the kitchen, already eating.
"Again?"
"Yes." she let herself fall on the chair. "Three months already..."
"Hn." Kankuro nodded.
"Do you think he will ever leave his room?"
"Let's hope so..."
Yes. She should leave him alone.
He has always been alone anyway.
Ever since he was a child. Even more when he grew up.
No matter the people around, the brother, the sister...no one was close to him.
But the sand...
Sand wasn't human. Sand wouldn't betray him.
It protected him.
His father betrayed him. Yashamaru betrayed him.
Everyone betrayed him. Everyone disliked him.
What was that Kanji on his forehead for? if people could not love him?
If he couldn't love people... If he couldn't protect people...
If he could only kill people...If he couldn't protect anyone...
Protect anyone...
The memory rushed in his mind, enrapturing his whole body.
He lowered his head.
He knew what was coming next.
He knew the golden light was threatening to enlighten the darkness of his secluded corner.
He knew the blue window was slowly opening itself to show him what he dreamed of.
He knew the smiling white clouds were inviting him.
But he wouldn't go. And so it disappeared.
Could it be that heaven was tempting him after so many sins?
Was he hoping for redemption? Did he really believe such a gift could be given to him?
Ah. Fool. He wouldn't go.
He wouldn't even try. It was useless.
But he would try. He would still hope.
How stupid.
What had he got to lose?
Nothing.
But Hope itself.
