((Heh, sorry to any of you who read this and wanted more… no reviews makes me think that no one cares… plus a lot of other stuff, but that's just excuses, so anywho… second chapter up now! Sorry it's so short))
-Chapter 2-
The air whistled in Gaara's ears, whipping his hair around and stinging in his eyes. He was oblivious to all this though, as his mind was far away.
'To never hurt again… what would it feel like?' Gaara mused. "Don't do it kid, think of all the fun we could have! We could run rampant; destroying cities, massacring people… we could take over the world if you wanted to!" Shukaku plead, frantically. 'You don't want to do this, kid. C'mon, don't you remember how fun it was? Don't you remember when you offed ((slang for killed)) those hidden rain ninjas? Don't you remember the rush? What about when you…' This was as far he got before Gaara drowned him out. 'Shut up, give me peace.' Was all that it took. Well, that and the hint of crazed rage. Shukaku knew that he was safe inside Gaara but the way Gaara had said it made Shukaka wonder just how safe he really was.
As the air whistled around Gaara He became strangely calm. 'I should have tried this years ago.' He took a deep breath, opened his eyes while looking upward, he saw a cliff. As he looked down he saw the rapidly approaching ground. 'I wonder if it will hurt?' he thought.
((good thing im not mean, Or I would end the chapter right there))
-2 Years Later—
"You do know this wont work, right?" said Shukaku, more to himself then to Gaara. Shukaku knew that Gaara was beyond even recognizing hi voice. Gaara had long ago gone completely insane, his suicidal desires having taken him over completely. His daily routine consisted of entirely suicidal attempts. Shukaku had to give him credit, he thought up some intricate ways to kill himself. These attempts would always fail, most of the time due to the sheer fact that they were not enough to kill Gaara's enduring body (toughened even more by his constant attempts at self-harm), others from Gaara's mother's blessing (or curse, as Gaara would refer to it). This time Gaara was trying his speed against the sand's. He was trying to bring his sharpened rock in to pierce his body, with the sand intercepting it each time. C'mon, there's only one person faster than your sand. Not even your father could get past it. Said Shukaku, immediately regretting those words. At the mention of Lee Gaara perked up. He set his rock down and began to walk in the direction that he had come, wandering the desert. That direction was south, towards Konoha.
-End Chapter-
((heh, I'll try to get the next update a little quicker then the last))