Hate Me
A Naruto fan fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Scar 1: Falling"Argh!"
"Shut-up."
The man wailed in pain, grasping his arm, his eyes clenched and his neck stretched back to the point where you could see the veins. He was lying on the floor, his chest lifted up. He was coated in thick blood, all his own, and the arm he was grasping was almost severed. His killer stood over him, watching the man die. First, he continued to wail, and then, blood began to seep out of his mouth and he coughed incessantly over and over, his eyes wide and then clenched, a slight seizure of shock and pain wracking his body. Finally, he stopped moving, and countless amounts of blood began flowing out of his mouth. He had choked on his own blood, from countless punctured organs.
His killer just stared at him blankly, and then walked away. Even though he had just brutally murdered a man, all he thought of was, 'That one's going to stink up the house.'
His victim was what seemed like the millionth in a long line of assassins sent to kill him. Pity most of them never even survived long enough to give their little speeches.
The killer took a swig of water out of a glass, and rubbed his black-etched eyes. The sun was rising, and the bright light hurt his eyes after the long hours of darkness. He acted as if nothing had happened in the early morning, and, almost humorously, he wasn't even in proper gear. He had on a shirt and shorts, and the shirt was too big, and his hair was messy; yet, despite the fact that he had just slaughtered a man in his sitting room, he continued his morning as usual: get a drink of water, use the restroom, pull on his normal clothes, wash his face, brush his teeth, and meditate. It was almost annoying how lightly he took his latest disgusting action. Obviously, death didn't faze him.
Finally, he walked into his living room, after meditating, and scratched his head, wondering if he should take the time to bury this one, or just burn it. 'Burn it. You won't need wood in this desert anyway.' The thought seemed logic enough, so he then proceeded to hoist the body over his shoulder, throw it out in front of his house, pile wood on him, and spread oil all over the body and the wood. With a flick of his fingers, a burning match hit the pile, and the fire spread across like a disease. 'Shame he had to already be dead.'
After looking at the body a moment, he went back inside and started to clean up the mess and change his now blood-soaked shirt.
To his dismay, his house now smelt like a dead person, and he hated that smell. The process was enjoyable; the aftermath, however, was an annoyance.
Little did he know, he annoyance was about to deepen.
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"Yes, yes, Tsunade-sama." Kazekage had addressed the woman with her name, which annoyed the Hokage a bit, but he did try to sound respectful.
"You get him here, and I'll take care of the rest." Tsunade replied, "Remember, this means peace and alliance for five years, including the ability to enter and leave your village with a passport given by me, and, since you require such a high price, I expect all passports into my village for your ninjas be approved by me as well as you, since I still do not trust your judgment; and Gaara, if not able to control himself, will be killed if need be."
"Yes, I understand." Kazekage replied. The two sat in Tsunade's wooden office, kneeling on mats and drinking tea at the Japanese-style table.
"Sign here."
Tsunade slid the papers and the pen across the table, where Kazekage read over them and then signed.
She smiled, and said, "Nice to see you, Kazekage."
"As you, Tsunade-sama."
Kazekage stood, and left, wondering how in the hell he was going to get his youngest son to leave.
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"Sakura-chan! Wait up!"
Naruto ran up to Sakura, and linked his arms through hers. Their jackets made no sound, and Sakura didn't seem to mind. As of late, Naruto had been one who liked to link arms and take long walks; not that he liked her! He had Hinata, and he was much more affectionate toward her. Sakura was like an older sister to him.
"So, how's it going?" Sakura asked. In the past year, she had cut her hair short, so it was only a few inches longer than Hinata's, and she brushed it behind her ear with a cold hand. The fall had hit them like a slap in the face, and now everyone walked around in jackets, pants, boots and sometimes hats and scarves.
Sakura was now sixteen, with bright green eyes, thick lashes, a sweet face, and was the shortest around, with the exception of Hinata, who was the same height as her. Naruto, now almost seventeen, had gotten a lot taller and his muscle was beginning to be evident, but he was still very hyper, still had his unruly blonde hair, and bright blue eyes.
"I took Hinata to the forest to train." He replied, "She's getting so good, Sakura! I even taught her how to use double substitution."
"Wow. That's great; isn't she trying to be a medic-nin?"
"Yea! And she's going to be the best one there is!"
Naruto smiled, and Sakura laughed.
"You're so happy, Naruto-kun."
Naruto frowned. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, silly!" Sakura elbowed him, and motioned for him to lean down. "Besides, I bet Hinata-chan thinks is sexy."
"No way!" Naruto turned his head away. "That's just weird! Hinata thinks it's funny, not sexy!"
Sadly, he shouted this for the whole street to hear.
Rolling her eyes, Sakura kicked him and hissed, "Don't be so loud! We're in public!"
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"So stop being so loud!"
The two had been strolling down Market Street, one of the daily most crowded streets in Konoha, where merchants set up booths and shouted deals to sell things, and stores were always open. Crowds were thick and vast, and mothers always held their children's hands tightly as not to loose them in the stream of consumers.
"Sorry, Sakura-chan."
Naruto paused a moment, looking at the booths, and then asked, "So, where are you going, Sakura-chan?"
"I was summoned by Hokage."
"Oh, that old hag? She's such a pain!" Naruto exclaimed, and frowned. "Why does she want to see you?"
"First of all, Naruto, don't talk about our Hokage that way." Sakura lectured, waving her finger at him as they continued to walk, arms loosely linked, "Second of all, stop speaking so loud!"
"Fine," Naruto whispered, "Now, what does she want?"
"Something about a long-term mission."
"You're leaving!" he shouted, his eyes wide, which was quickly met by a hard kick.
"Ouch!"
"Stop being so loud! I don't know the details, okay?"
"Okay." Naruto replied calmly; and then, all of the sudden, he declared, "Then I'm coming with you, because I want to know if that old hag is going to send you away!"
Sakura rolled her eyes.
He is so weird.
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"Gaara."
"What?"
"I have an order from father."
"Tell him he can kiss my ass." Gaara's reply was swift and short, and he quickly walked away. He had come to town for food, only to be greeted by his sister, who seemed to be shaking in fear. Which of course told him it was bad news.
"Gaara! Please!" Temari shouted. She raced up to him, and grabbed his sleeve in desperation. "I have to tell you this-just, hear me out."
Gaara paused, and then said, "Father said he would kill you if you didn't, didn't he?"
"Yea." Temari nodded, and then explained, "He made a deal with Konoha. You're to move there now."
"And he made a deal like that without me?" Gaara hissed.
"Listen! He said that you would be better off there, since they have more missing-nins and missions to go on. Right now, our country is on its knees! We are kissing ass more than we are killing."
His eyes narrowed.
"Temari, if I wanted more people to kill, I would've already killed you."
Then he jerked his sleeve free and began to walk faster, until Temari appeared in front of him.
"That's where Uzumaki Naruto and the Uchihas are."
Gaara stopped cold on this, the happenings of two years ago rushing at him.
Then he quickly left.
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The bodyguard opened the door with a bow at the ninjas, and Sakura and Naruto stepped in. The two were both silent and their lips formed thin lines. Sakura bowed respectively, and Naruto rolled his eyes as he bowed.
"Sit." Tsunade instructed, and the two kneeled on the mats. Then Tsunade kneeled. They were all kneeling around the same table and on the same mats that Tsunade and Kazekage had kneeled on while making the deal, and later on, the idea sickened some.
"Thank you for coming, Haruno-san, and for pulling on such special clothes for me." Tsunade smiled lightly. She knew Sakura was most comfortable in her ripped and worn clothes, but for this meeting, Sakura had on a green shirt that went down to her knees, like what she had worn when she was little except it wasn't red, it's sleeves were like a kimono's and it had different symbols. She had also pulled on black pants underneath, black boots, and her headband was around her head. Her jacket was over her arm.
"But I'm afraid I cannot thank you for bringing our village idiot along with you."
Tsunade added curtly, and sipped her tea.
"WHY YOU-"
"Shut-up, Naruto."
She punched him in the head.
"OUCH! THAT HURT!"
"I said, shut-up."
Tsunade stifled a laugh at the two, amazed at how much like a brother and sister they were. 'Well, it looks like you got a family anyway, Naruto.'
"Hokage-sama, may I ask what my mission is?" Sakura asked, respectful as always, while Naruto rubbed the new bruise on his head and scowled.
"Since you have an uncanny ability for foreign relations, I have assigned you to helping and assimilating a foreigner who is going to start living here." Tsunade explained, "I believe you've met him before."
Then she took a sip of her tea, and turned around.
"Come on out, Gaara!" she called.
And out arose the murderer, who stared at the group with dark, guarded eyes. He came from behind a curtain, dressed in what he had always wore, only now, a coat hung over his arm.
"Haruno-san, meet Shukaku no Gaara, you're new house guest."
Naruto's face was quickly twisted in outrage, while Sakura's mouth fell open.
Oh, God-forbid.
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Hey ya'll!
Some of you may know me from the mushy story I'm currently still updating, Day to Day. This story, which is already written but only waiting to be put on fan fiction, is where I put a lot of my dark thoughts. I'm not all happy and mushy…I have too much of my style and interests to be all one-way. I have some gothic flare to me, and this is how this story comes in. I've worked on this for four months, so hopefully its really good! Don't let the beginning fool you, though…this story will end up being a lot about Gaara, and getting inside his mind. Your biggest challenge of all as the readers is to question. I want you to think! In the end, I won't spell it out for you. Be creative! Try and get inside his head, figure out what makes him tick and predict what will be revealed next!
Have fun,
Review,
-IHearVoices