-1(Authors Note: 'Itai' means 'It hurts'. My first naruto fanfic, please review if you have or will read.)
Gaara sat down on the swing. He sat still, not making any noise other than the small sound of his breathing. He looked so sad. He pushed his feet causing the swing to move forwards and backwards slowly. He just swung, keeping his head down. He heard voices laughing. He looked up. There was a shout and a ball landed in the park and rolled next to Gaara. He looked at it, and wondered what to do. He decided to help and give it back. He smiled a little. They might become his friends if he helped them. He summoned a sand cloud to carry the ball back to the other children. Gasps could be heard from them. Gaara used another sand cloud to bring himself to land next to them. Some of the children shrieked and ran away. One shouted, "It's Gaara of the sand!" another shouted "It's the monster!" Gaara pressed his hand against his chest, as though clutching his heart. Monster… it hurt so much.
"Run away!" The others screamed.
'No!' he thought pleadingly. He shut his eyes and tried to dull the ache in his chest.
"Please don't run way!" he screamed. He hadn't meant to, but the sand reacted to him. It wrapped around the others, dragging them back to him.
"NO!" they screamed, "Don't kill us!" "Leave us alone!" "Go away!" "You monster, stay away from us!"
Gaara clenched his fist. He had never intentionally done anything to hurt them, he wanted to be friends with them, why couldn't they understand?
'Fine..' he thought angrily. 'I hate you all!'
The sand pounded and crushed the children. The were screaming, pleading him to stop. He watched in horror. He hadn't meant to.
'No…please….!' the sand stopped its motions.
That night Gaara came to the house of the first person he had recognised. He had brought ointment for those he had or may have hurt. He knocked on the door.
"I…brought some ointment. I thought you might have been hur-"
He was cut off.
"Monster, just leave me alone!" the door was slammed in his face.
Gaara slowly walked away. As he walked, he couldn't help stop the solitaire tear that ran down his cheek.
Gaara thought back to the earlier moments in his life. When he had felt the most pain. He had learned to numb it now, and he thought he got by well enough. He was a ninja now, and a powerful one. Instead of trying to make friends he just allowed others to stay afraid of him. To leave him alone.
Alone… I've gotten this far alone. There's no reason I can't keep going.
He thought back to his previous memory and pressed a hand against his heart.
There's no wound or blood…but it hurts.