Part 5-Regression

"Kankurou, you idiot! I keep telling you not to mention Ojisan in front of Gaara!" Temari picked up the bowls of soup, if you could call it that, to clear them away. She looked in Gaara's bowl. Water? No it smells different… Tears? Gaara was crying?

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He closed the door behind him and walked, he didn't know where he was going; he just walked.

"Lord Gaara, this is it… Please Die…"

He could remember clearly the day when his uncle sacrificed himself in the hopes of killing Gaara. He really hated Yashamaru for that. Leading him to believe that he cared about Gaara and that his mother loved him, when in reality they both died cursing his existence.

"Love is… care and devotion you feel for the precious ones around you… Like the feeling Sister had for you."

Yeah right, she loved me; Gaara thought to himself, She loved me so much that she cursed my existence before I was born.

"There is only one thing that can cure such a heartache. However as inconvenient as it may seem, this cure can only be given by people other than yourself…"

"… What is it?"

"It's love!"

He used his sand to transport him to the top of a cliff; he enjoyed looking at the moon. It was the only thing that made him feel 'human.' Love? Who would care about a demon like me? All I do is hurt people… Gaara thought to himself. For a second he thought of throwing his gourd off the cliff, but he changed his mind. As long as Shukaku was in him and his mothers will remained in the sand, it wouldn't make any difference. Sand was everywhere in this village.

He picked up a stick and wrote his name in the sand on the top of the cliff. He looked at the characters that were used to spell his name. "I… Love… Death…" He looked at each character separately. Even his name was against him. He lay down on the cliff and looked up at the moon. "Sometimes I wish… I could be just another person. One of those people with cold eyes rather than the person receiving them…"

As he watched the glow of the moon, a small bit of white fuzz blocked his view. "What the…?" He sat up and looked to see what it was. "A rabbit?" He stared at it, and it stared back at him. For a second he could have sworn that it smiled at him. He picked it up and looked at it, he saw a flash of orange on it's back. He quickly pulled the paper off the rabbit's back. He encased it in sand; after he heard a muffled explosion he released the sand casing and watched the smoke rise. "Lucky…" he looked at the rabbit; he was convinced it was smiling. This had to be an assassination attempt, from who?

As if on cue, a kunai flew towards him. It was stopped by his sand protection, however it was obviously aimed at his head. He turned around to see a woman at the ready with several shurikens. Before he could think the sand shot out and held the woman. He pulled the woman over to where he was and looked at her. He was beyond all possible reasoning now. "Why?"

She looked at him, her eyes frozen with fear and burning with hate at the same time, "because you're a murderer."

"Desert graveyard…" He clenched his fist and the sand crushed the woman. He could hear her muffled screams as the sand clamped down on her. Finally, as if an explosion, her blood and the sand splattered everywhere. Her bones, skin, everything was crushed finely and mixed with the sand. As a bit of the blood mixed sand splattered on his face he went wide-eyed at what he had just done. An intense pain shot through his head, he was sure Shukaku was laughing at him. He collapsed face forward into the ground. He clutched his head in one hand and his other hand grasped the dirt and sand below him. He screamed, he screamed out in pain, he screamed out to anyone who cared.

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A/N-So what did y'all think, it's all 'dramatic' ☻ MUAHAHAHAHAAAA