Stained
The poem 'Stained' was written by me. I do not own Naruto. Mika is my original character.
Stained.
That's what I am.
I'll never be like you;
So innocent and loving.
Gaara looked at the sky. It was dark and forbidding. It was going to bring a sandstorm. It reminded him of…him. Like during a sandstorm, no one wanted to be around him. Everyone feared him; they knew he brought death. He was stained, in a way. He'd been stained with blood since that night. Six years ago…he'd killed his…
He heard soft footsteps walking toward him. Without looking, he knew who it was. He commanded Shukaku not to attack. He allowed soft arms to wrap around his waist, and a small head to sit perfectly upon his shoulder.
"Mika…why am I like this…?" he asked her. He squirmed a bit as she kissed his neck.
"Like what?" she questioned calmly.
"Why am I so bad? Why did I have to have Shukaku? Why did I have to become stained with the blood of my family, friends, and foes? Why do you love me?"
"Oh, Gaara…" she whispered. She let go and turned him around to look into his light green eyes. They were troubled. "Oh, Gaara…you're not bad. You're everything but. You might be stained, but it's not as if you had a choice, correct?"
"Yes, but…" he tried to argue.
"No buts. Okay?"
"Fine." He said, smiling. But inside, he pondered upon why he would never be like this girl…the angel who had finally given him love.
My life was living hell before you.
Bodies on my floor, blood on my walls.
But then you came and showed me light.
And told me everything would be alright.
He recalled a few months before she'd come. He'd been so sad. He'd never known love; never needed it. He'd killed everyone who dared to cross his path. He'd purposely splattered their blood on his body for his own freakish pleasure. He'd met her exactly how he'd met everyone else…in battle. She'd been in the Chunin exam with a team from Sound…he'd killed her two companions in front of her, but she didn't bat an eyelash. That baffled him. He tried to kill her, but, when he looked into her eyes, he saw himself. He saw sadness, pain, betrayal, and denial. Instead of killing her, he'd kidnapped her. He had to get to know her. And with each passing day he spent with her, he learned of love, laughter, kindness, and compassion. He'd fallen from grace a few of times, but she'd stayed with him and told him everything would be OK.
Now that I know you, I'm saved.
No more pain, hate, or fear.
Instead all I feel is love for you.
No longer am I stained.
Not held down by chains of despair,
But held up by ropes of love.
"Gaara…" Mika moaned in pain a few months later.
"Shh, Mika. She's right here." Gaara said, handing his little daughter to the pained woman.
"She's so…beautiful." She murmured, gripping the little girl's hand.
"What are you going to name her?" he asked. He looked over at his sister and brother, who were sitting in the corner of the room.
"Yeah, Mika. What are you going to name her?" Temari asked.
"Gaara, will you help me name her?"
"Kiya. I like that name." he stated.
"Then Kiya it is. Hello, little Kiya. Kankuro, get your little scaredy butt over hear and introduce yourself to your new niece." She said in a calm, but firm voice.
"But…what if I drop her? Or choke her?" he asked quietly. It was obvious he was afraid of the infant.
"You won't. Now get over here." She said. Gaara went over to the older boy and pushed him over the bed. Then he handed Kiya to him.
"She is sort of cute…in a disgusting sort of way." He commented. Gaara smiled.
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