Title: Medicine for the Heart
Author: Hitachiin Hikaru
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: "T" for blood and bad language
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Naruto, including characters, cities, towns, scenarios, titles, or anything else about it that you can think of. I just want to express my creative intent with this fic. But I do own Masao, Kenji, Ryuki, Sorakage, and Hikarigakure so there :b.
Summary: Prequel to Shining on Your World. Yashamaru had once told him that love was the only medicine for a wound of the heart. He had been right. He had been right all along. R&R Please GaaraxOC Prequel to Shining on Your World
A/N: This is my first fanfiction so go easy one me please! Keep flames to constructive criticism please. All mean flames will be used for Akamaru's litter.
Foreword
A 'precious person' was something Yashamaru had always said he needed. And he had believed him until the man began to act exactly like everybody else. Then he killed him. He killed him, one of two who had treated him with inhuman kindness, considered him to be equal, something other than a monster. That is how he earned his existence; by taking it from other people. It was all he knew.
He lived it.
Breathed it.
Obeyed it.
Loved it.
He, Gaara of the Sand, the village's trump card, their pièce de resistance, their main attraction; he, Gaara the Destroyer, who could kill people and ruin lives without a second-thought, with no morals or even feelings to pull him down; he, Gaara the Monster, labeled so at birth for his killer inner nature that escapes when his eyes close in sleep; he, Gaara the Devil, the most hated, most feared, most demonic man in the Village Hidden in the Sand, was not accepted.
But, to his sister, Temari, he was Gaara. Gaara her friend. Gaara her ally. Gaara her brother.
She had turned her back on the world to stand by his side and exclaim he was no monster, no demon like they all believed. He was human. He had morals, feelings and a pure heart and soul his fiendish alter ego clouded with evil. She told them to ignore the label, ignore prejudice, and give her brother the love and life he had been stripped of at a young age but deserved more than anyone.
Gaara had finally understood what it meant to love someone. He loved his sister with all his heart. But, deep down, he felt an overwhelming emptiness eating away at all the holes that Temari had not filled. He could not place it, but something imperative lacked in his chest; something he never owned but knew he lost.
He kept it to himself however, not even confiding in his understanding sister, because he did not even comprehend the feeling fully himself. The pain grew worse with passing time until, finally, his nightmares reflected it. Wide awake horrors that left him screaming in cold sweat and feeling the vacant loneliness deep in his soul until Temari burst into his room at the sound of his hellish shrieks to comfort his pain.
Temari would question him, softly, sweetly, and console him in a tone that reminded him so much of their mother. A gentle, but firm voice that revealed a tender heart that was normally obscured by her tough façade. Gaara would say nothing; only let the soothing sound of voice and the warmth of her arm across his shoulder calm him down. After he quieted, he would roughly tell her to leave, and she would do so knowing that he needed to be alone. She knew everything about him yet nothing at all.
Temari knew he felt pain but didn't know the depth of it; starting out as a sharp pinprick of annoyance until it crecendoed into massive proportions, threatening to crush him. His sister knew he had a profound seclusion that she could not cure; yet she could not fully understand the tearing, crumbling, and overwhelming agony it created inside of him.
She didn't know, couldn't know, how much he needed her, and how much more he needed on top of that. The scope of his understanding was unable to handle it, and it hurt his head to try and dwell on it.
On the pain.
The loneliness.
The agony.
The need.
The want.
The crushing sensation deep in his chest.
She didn't know, and he couldn't bear to burden her with worry for him; the thought of lies and betrayal from her still a minute, improbable possibility burrowed painfully in the back of his mind. A feeling that if he burdened her too much, she would leave him. He knew it was selfish of him, but he just couldn't lose Temari. It might kill him.
Besides, her worry was unnecessary. Her love was enough; her pity went unneeded.
For all the emotions Gaara felt plaguing him, he still didn't know what else he needed. What else he wanted. What would fill the gap in his heart only half completed when Temari truly became his sister.
He didn't try to think on it, but his Inner Demon, It, would rile up in a crazed lust for passion.
Passion?
Gaara had no idea what It set Its sight on, but the knew by the nature It lived by, whatever it wanted couldn't be good.
Which dragged him, perplexed, back to square one. His precious person quota had been filled, Temari swore always to stand by his side, so what more could he need? What would ease his suffering?
Nothing came to mind. Nothing at all. No hints, no aids, even It stayed quiet, squirming slightly in a thirst for blood. Ignoring the feeling that he normally would have quenched in a heartbeat, Gaara continued to ponder.
Maybe… maybe he could question his sister. They could figure it out together.
Together…
Gaara almost smiled. Yes… together.