Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, oh how I wish I do.
Author's note: sorry for the grammars… I'm not really good at those things and hope you like it…. So read and enjoy.I just fixed some mistike of mine.
In hidden sand village where the sun shines brightly giving light to the streets full of merchants and people living in their usual routines. Everyone seems to be happy and all right, and it also seemed that no one knows about the bitter soul inside the big house located in the same village…
Darkness lurks inside a room of that house, the room that's not disturbed where you can hear nothing but silence and also where the bitter soul can be found.
Bitter soul you say? There was more in that bitter as you say, if you could just hear his thoughts screaming in his mind and if you could just now why…
Gaara sitting in the middle of the dark room…is trying to control his sleepiness. Yeah, suffering from the thing he didn't even want. He didn't want this monster to be inside of him. He didn't want a thing at all: not power, not strength and especially not a curse nor a monster. He didn't want a father who's a leader of a village, so powerful and greedy to experiment on his own son. If his father could just know how he was suffering, everybody is judgmental… he explained but nothing listened. He'd been nice but did someone appreciate? No! No one ever does… love? Care? Affection? What are those words? There's no such thing… world is harsh. You have to fight and kill to live but if you do so, they become angry and furious about you. People are insane, they're pretending to know what love mean, being embraced by a mother, having a family, friends, teachers that are ready to risk their life for you but stupidity! Yes, nothing but stupidity. The monster had started to control his mind but again he resisted. But what for? For himself? No. For the sake of more pleasure in killing people one by one? No. Then what for? For the people and his family. But why? Had they been nice to him? No they even try to kill him. But again why? But he didn't answer his question. Knowing that he still yearn for someone's arms to wrap around him when he's lonely, to be accepted, to be loved, cared, all those stupidity. Things that he knows he had yearned to feel for a long time.
His cheeks got wet from the tears falling from his eyes. Tears, showing his emotions. Unexpectedly a pair of warm arms wrap around him.
"Hush now little brother," a sweet voice whispered to his ears.
He struggled for something to say but he can't find words to say but instead he just stay and lean on Temari and mesmerized the warmth of her arms around him and the feeling of being loved.
Author's note: oh please leave me review… any review is welcome but I really hope you like it. Thanks for reading.