The sounds of a crying child echoed against the walls of the alleyway corner in which it appeared, but no one seemed to care as they passed by the lonesome child, Only his blood covered seemed to linger around him. That, and a mingled, destroyed shape lying at his feet. Cold and alone within the darkness of the night, he hugged his knees for the only source to create a feeling of false safety. Shame, sadness, fear. That was all the young child could feel after the awful event that he had created. There was no one around him to share his pain. No one to say it would be all right.
Everything always had to be his fault. Everything bad had always been done unto him. No one cared. All they ever showed to him was fear. Fear that the young boy before them with blood stained hair and glowing light green eyes would slaughter them right then. They all knew he was mentally unstable. The blackened outline around his eyes caused by the insomnia that he had always suffered through his entire life was proof to that. The countless killings, the endless blood shed. Everyone feared him for what he was without ever knowing who this child truly was like.
Once again he felt the anger rise within his small body. He couldn't take it anymore. The constant sending of assassins his father sent to kill his. The continuous fear that the people of the village had held against him. He could already smell the blood just waiting to be spilt as he was getting closer to the brink of losing control once again. They will pay. They will pay!
"Gaara? You all right? So this was where you've been? I was looking everywhere for you." The childs piercing green eyes looked up to the smiling face of his older sister. He said nothing in return to her question. Her black eyes landed at his feet where the mingled shape was and bent down to examine it better. "Gaara…. Why?" She said as she lifted the object from the ground. Something from inside of it fell out onto the ground. "I couldn't look at it anymore. I'm sorry Temari. " Was all Gaara said as he looked to his feet in guilt.
Temari just smiled and grabbed one of his hands. Gaara looked at it as some warmth left her hand and spread into his own. "It's okay." She said as she dropped the object from her hands. It landed onto the ground and caused some sand to float up by the disturbance. "It's only a teddy-bear. Come on. Let's go home." And so the two left the cold alleyway to a small tan house not too far with his older brother lingering in the doorway. "Come on already! You're holding us up for dinner!" he yelled to the two. Temari smiled and slowed her pace to get on his nerves. "We're coming Kankuro!" Kankuro looked at the two in disbelief of their actions and restrained himself from letting out a frustrated yell. Temari just smirked and slowed even more to cause him misery. Kankuro gripped his head and yelled out from the sustained fustration.
Gaara turned his head to look at the people that fled to their houses as the two passed by, but this time it didn't bother the young boy because… he now knew that no matter where he was… no matter how much people feared and despised him… that he would always have at least one person that would be there no matter what he did. And so when he finally reached the house where his older brother was yelling his lungs out at his older sister for agitating him, Gaara knew that he was at least accepted by them and that was all that he needed.