Hate Me
A Naruto fan-fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Interlude of the Senses: Piece 7
He flailed about, shouting, and in a sudden fluid motion, shot a kunai into his arm. His eyes were open and wild, but unfocused. The warm crimson fell down his arm, and dripped on the green grass as he grit his teeth, looking around at the trees.
But he did not see trees. He saw three men, all beaten to near death, and one woman, with wide blue eyes, crouched against a tree.
In his mind, he ran forward, taking the kunai and swiping it against the man's neck, and with a shout, he fell to his knees, grasping the deep, fatal cut. The red still seeped through his neck, and he coughed.
But in the outside world, Gaara had swiped the kunai against his own arm. He seemed crazed, as he dashed forward and then stopped to rake the blade of the kunai against his own face. But he saw the woman cry out and fall dead.
The ninja in the bushes couldn't help but cackle.
He did not see Gaara's illusion…he saw him killing himself!
However, he forgot that Gaara could hear, smell, taste beyond his illusion.
He heard the cackle, and licked his lips.
Prey.
His body turned toward the bushes, and the remaining man, in his mind, dashed away.
He plunged at the bushes, and sent his sand in.
Then the strangest thing happened.
The dead woman and man disappeared…the blood splattered on the ground was gone!
And he saw all of the wounds on himself!
Yet, in his sand, was a man, shouting and trying to escape.
On his headband was the sand village sign, and his eyes were none other than sharingan.
"What have you done?" Gaara shouted.
The man looked at Gaara in fear, and then let out a sharp cry as the sand squeezed.
"I have taken revenge!" the man cried.
Not understanding, Gaara let the sand envelope the man's face.
He died, and Gaara left him that way.
A crushed body, filled with the answers to his questions.
But Gaara had known him.
He was his mother's best friend, his uncle's comrade, his father's advisor…a physic. He took his sharingan and used it with dark magic. He knew that man had given him all of those experiences, those wounds…
But he didn't know which of the memories, or dreams, were real.
What he did know was that there was more than one of him, and that he was working for someone else. Although this man was a friend to many people in the sand village, he didn't take revenge without motivation, and this time Gaara knew it was money.
The ninja would have tried to kill him sooner if it hadn't been.
In his daze, Gaara returned home, and fasted for a week to clear his mind, to try and figure out what memory was real and what wasn't.
But he couldn't do it.
They all seemed the same.