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Yo, this is meh first story so… I'm not responsible for any of my actions, for they are not my own twitches also seizures those are not my fault as well but they are funny to watch. So enjoy my story, then review! Or I shall be very angry, you wont like me when I'm angry, at least my brother didn't and now I don't have a brother any more. Evil grin
CH .1
The quiet snow danced gracefully to the ground around a sleeping figure. His blood red hair was like a beaker in the vast white wonderland, winter was upon the tiny town, noticed by not only the flakes that rained down from the heavens but also by the ominous chill in the air. With each breath his lungs chilled with the scream of winter. It had been Gaara's first winter.
His light emerald eyes opened snowflakes still fresh upon his eyelashes. His whole body numb, from the snow that had incased him in its icy grasp.
He sat up looking around at the vast miles of just white and nothing more, his breath was evident on the air.
He looked around quizzically, he felt a presence, like someone near was watching him, it was an eerie feeling that disturbed him.
He got to his feet brushing off the clumps of snow that had accumulated on his clothes, shaking the red mass of hair on his head sending a flurry of snow to the ground.
The goose bumps on his arms tingled as he rubbed them.
He hadn't slept in the snow it was a mere state of unconsciousness in which he was aware of his surroundings but was not apart of the world. He often slipped into that state of bliss to escape the world but for some reason or another couldn't quite get to a sate of sleep, thus ending in the dark rings around his sleep ridden eyes.
There was a loud crunch in the snow behind him, but when he turned to see what it was, it had just been a bird flying from a tree causing snow from the branch to fall hard to the floor.
He breathed out a sigh of relief his pulse dropping once more.
Gaara guessed he was just being paranoid, and turned to the house he so dreaded.
He walked in the door taking off his snowy shoes and shaking off the last bit of snow from his body, his black long sleeve shirt and pants were soaked resulting in a very uncomfortable soggy feeling.
Stepping off the rug and onto the bare wood floor he felt an empty feeling of loneliness, as he made his way to the stairs to his small yet cozy room.
That feeling of loneliness dissipated quickly as he saw his father standing in the living room watching him, with an angry scowl on his face.
Gaara looked down noticing puddles of water leading from the door to were he was standing, quickly looking up to his father he noticed his upper lip quivering in that angry scowl of his.
Oh how Gaara wished he could slice off that quivering lip that threatened to intimidate him.
Gaara's eye twitched at his so called fathers sudden movement as he stormed over to him, he stepped back slightly feeling a dinner chair behind him, which really didn't deserve to be called a dinner chair because they never really had dinner in it.
"Shit." He mumbled quietly as his father approached him with incredible speed. He knew he couldn't run, if he ran than it'd be worse and were would he run to anyway? His room? Yeah sure like that frail door was going to hold back that man… sure.
"You little worthless son of a bitch! How dare you come into my house and track around that crap!" His face was beat red now.
Gaara braced himself as fist hit jaw with a crack.
Gaara pulled his arms up to his face as a surge of pain passed through his head.
"You little fucking wimp!" Kaze as he now called his so called father screamed at him, pulling down Gaara's weak arms, so he couldn't block the blows. Then he grabbed his drenched hair and yanked him to the floor behind him, causing the smaller boy to cry out in pain, a bit of blood dripping from his mouth.
Gaara squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the pain.
He pulled his knees up into his stomach but it was in vain, for Kaze's foot collided with his ribs, sending him rolling across coughing, the wind knocked out of him. But he would not cry he tried not to cry because it was always worse when he would cry.
His father stared down at his son's bleeding body with a look of disgust on his face. Kaze wiped his nose, and snorted at Gaara as he curled into a ball.
"Clean up that fucking mess! Then get out of my sight!" Kaze grabbed a beer from he fridge, snapping the top as he stepped over Gaara's trembling form to sit down at the couch, and flip through all the channels of crap.
Gaara used his elbow to lift himself to his knees a look of anger and despise on his face, not only for his father but also for himself.
And that's the end of that chapter!
By the way I never had a brother I was just kidding, ha, I almost got you there didn't I?
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