Part 2-Hate

"Go on, kill me, I don't care. I want to die anyway."

The pain started to fade away

"But you wont let me… When I was born you cursed me with this name. Gaara, the demon who loves only himself…"

The pain went away

Gaara sat up. He hated himself; he hated his father, his mother, the demon that he was sealed with. He hated everyone and everything. Not exactly. He didn't hate everyone. Not Temari, even when he was a 'monster,' he still cared about her. His elder sister. He would have been able to kill Kankurou without a single thought. But he could barely lay a hand on Temari. He never understood why. He didn't hate Kankurou anymore, he was still uneasy about him. Gaara always had this lingering feeling that Kankurou despised him.

"You okay?" came a voice from the doorway

"Yeah… how long were you there for Temari?"

"Long enough to see it's been attacking you again."

"You shouldn't worry about me…"

"You're my little brother, of course I care."

"I killed mother-"

"The way I see it," Temari interrupted him, "the way I see it. Fath- the previous Kazekage killed our mother, and hurt my baby brother before he was born."

"Temari?"

"Damn… I can't even call him father now he's dead…"

"You really hate him don't you?"

"Why shouldn't I? He killed mother and destroyed your life before you had one…"

"I'm sorry…"

"Dammit! Stop apologising! I told you it's not your fault!" She slammed her fist against the wall. She relaxed herself and then rested a hand on his head, "Sorry, about that half-pint." She laughed a little, "I would say you should sleep but you don't so…" She looked at him, she was worried about what this lack of sleep was doing to his mind, "we'll find a way to seal Shukaku… I swear..." She ruffled up his hair a bit. She left the room.

Gaara sat at the edge of his bed and picked up a mirror, really it was a broken shard from one of Temari's old mirrors. Tentatively he touched the scar on his forehead. The one he had given himself when he realised what purpose he was meant to have in life.

The kanji on his forehead, 'ai' meaning love. As in love for himself and love of killing.

"I hate this…" He remembered doing this to himself vividly. He remembered the sensation of using the sand to burn this symbol into his forehead. Until he had fought that Uchiha kid and Naruto, that had been the only time in his life that he had bled.

"Uzamaki… Naruto…" with this thought, he fell asleep

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A/N-What do you think, it's a lot more serious then the other one, I think anyway