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I don't even know what the rating of this should be. There is even worse stuff on T.V. all the time and it's rated general ! Those ratings don't help much nowadays when we try to pick what kind of stuff we REALLY want to see/read. I guess I leave it up to the reader to decide to read this or not but be warned that some of you might be slightly disgusted by the chapter's content...

The Dawning of the Sand

Lady Silver was wearing her most beautiful silky dress. She appeared to be as graceful as a very important daimyo. As she slightly moved across the dark, vast celestial stage, her pale skin was bathed in the light of small twinkling dots and a bigger scarlet spotlight. The dim lighting emphasized the whiteness of her milky skin. She gazed upon the world far below. The lass reached out and allowed her fingertips to graze the cold sand of a large desert for quite a while. She had to interrupt her soft caress because of a flock of clouds drawing near. They soon almost conquered the totality of the sky, hiding the majestic moon's parade for the rest of that night.

A long, deep sigh escaped a light-haired man's lips as he saw the show come to an end outside. He tried to concentrate on the few stars he could still see in order to stop himself from hearing the terrible wails of agony coming from behind him. A high pitched shriek of pain soon took him back to reality. Yashamaru did not want to be the one who had to remain with his beloved sister at that particular moment. He just couldn't take seeing her getting tortured so much for something she did not even wish for. He covered his ears and took a deep breath because he feared the worst. He knew it was not the right time to lose control and let his profound sadness and anger burst out in front of his agonizing sibling.

Yashamaru slowly spun around and walked back to the bed on which was resting a lass. She resembled him in her normal state but ever since this nightmare had begun, she seemed to be nothing more than a portrait of horror painted by fate. Her soft, velour skin and usual calm facial features were distorted with pain. Sweat drops and tears mixed together rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably while her hair stuck to her forehead.

"Don't you worry." Whispered Yashamaru into his sister's ear in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm here with you. Everything will be alright" He dragged a wet facecloth all over her face.

A timid knock was heard. Yashamaru frowned as he saw a man fully clad in white standing in the doorway. A black and blue ANBU mask representing a cat covered his face.

"I am sorry that getting here took me such a long while. I left my house as soon as I was warned of her condition." He bowed his head respectfully.

"There is little time for apologies now. Would you please hurry up and do something for her? As a specialist, you must have something to ease the pain! "

"Yes I do but a normal childbirth doesn't necessarily require--"

"Exactly but this isn't just a regular childbirth as you say. " Interrupted Yashamaru as he shook his head rapidly. "Since this baby is not completely human, you do know that the possibilities of abnormal complications are great."

"I was ready to face any eventuality when I accepted the job" The doctor coldly replied. He walked up to the bed, regaining his warm and humble attitude.

Yashamaru moved away, glad to finally let someone more appropriate deal with the burden of his nephew's birth. The medical expert crouched and gently lifted the bed sheets covering the woman's almost naked body. His eyes widened in shock as he patted her swollen belly. Yashamaru who had slightly begun to calm down got tensed once more.

The young mother drew her eyebrows together in confusion as she witnessed the doctor's reaction.

"Wha... What is wrong? Tell me." She begged difficultly.

"It seems that the baby isn't in a normal position for the moment. Nothing more serious than this. Are your contractions regular?"

"Yes and my water broke."

"This is odd. From how he is positioned, it appears that you are not ready to deliver yet but what you tell me is the exact opposite. A deeper examination shall tell us more."

The doctor spread her legs open and inserted two fingers into her vagina. He soon realized the presence of an odd substance. He finally came to the conclusion that it was seemingly a mix of sand and blood.

"I was wrong. The baby is placed properly. This is not the problem. It appears that it is clinging to her insides, though. Using what? That is what I wonder. Kazekage told me that his kid might be strange because of the Shukaku so I guess this is no surprise at all. Pain killers wouldn't help her at all. I believe it is too late to do anything. After all, I suspect that the only way to seal this evil spirit away, automatically requires the sacrifice of the lady who would bear the cursed child." He thought to himself. "Well, I was mistaking!" He said out loud, putting his right hand on the girl's knee. "It seems that it is time to push now!"

Yashamaru nervously walked back and forth as he watched the scene from afar. He began to grow nauseous from the stress. "Will this ever end and more importantly how will this end?" He questioned himself.

"Push just a bit more and it will be over! I promise this is almost over!" Exclaimed the man using a convincing tone of voice.

Her sufferings grew even worse with time. The terrible experience finally came to an end much later. The specialist grimaced, totally disgusted as he held Kazekage's youngest son into his arms. He was relieved that no one could see his face thanks to his mask. As if angry with the doctor's attitude, the cursed one stretched out his sharp claws and slashed him, cutting his arm. The man laid down the deformed mass of sand, blood and flesh that composed the offspring in the cot that had previously been prepared to welcome him and brought his hand to the shallow wound. As for Yashamaru, his sight had become blurry. He still stared speechlessly at his sister and the scarlet sand dropping out of her womb.

" Curse this all... Gaara... shall be his name... Gaara... of the desert...." These were the last words spoken by the strong lady before she could finally find peace.

The medical specialist bowed his head in respect once more. He cleared his throat.

"This person was incredible. I never thought a human being could bear so much pain and not even fall unconscious. Those claws Gaara attacked me with tore her insides as well as her vaginal walls apart all the way through this. I am not supposed to say this because I knew she was nothing more than a sacrifice in Kazekage's eyes but I feel angry at him for making her go through all of this. I am sorry that I could not do more to help. As for this horrific creature, I am not sure that such a thing should even have the right to live. If you excuse me, I will go treat this wound before it gets infected by the presence of sand."

Yashamaru finally passed out due to the whole unimaginable situation as the bright morning sun arose into the sky. It was the "Dawning of the Sand".