Hate Me
A Naruto Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
(A/N: IMPORTANT! I experimented with another style of writing while writing this…so every other chapter, I will post an 'Interlude of the Senses'. These interludes will take place in the past, and will either be the memories of Sakura or Gaara. Sometimes they're short, sometimes they're long. Try and use these as clues!)
Interlude of the Senses: Piece 1The sands of Gaara's home were always changing with the winds. When he was bored, he would take some of the tiny grains in the palm of his hand and look at the individual pieces, studying them until the wind whisked them out of his palm with a mighty gust.
They always left, just like the night left and welcomed the day, his uncle came and betrayed him, and his sister held him close and then ran away in fear. Nothing was forever. Ever.
One night he was out alone in the desert. It was the first day of his travel from all he had ever known, an adventure to find something that would last forever. In the desert, the days were hot and horrible to bear if you were not used to its brutal conditions, but at night, with no light or intense heat, it dropped below zero. His sand coated him in layers to keep him warm as he walked, but he still shivered. Nothing could be more horrible than being cold, and being alone.
He had just become a jounin, and was only fourteen; yet, he expected nothing from life, and certainly not a tomorrow. After all, who would miss him?
But he had to show himself that it was real.
He had to prove to himself that he was worth it.
That it was there.