Chapter 2: Murder

October 16 . . . 12 years ago . . .

"Kill him." "Yes my lord." "I want it done tonight, and Yashamaru?" "Yes?" "You're my last chance." "I understand."

What am I? I can be more than a . . . monster, can I not? The demon inside me is of no matter, right? I can still live my life, like a semi-normal person, right? It was only in the stillness of this night that Gaara could have possibly heard his stalker, his friend. The sand had been the second warning, it came up to protect him from a barrage of kunai. "Well well, who has father sent this time?" Gaara turned around and without even thinking lifted a hand to perform Desert Coffin. Once caught in the sand the attacker struggled once, and only once. But instead of dying instantly Gaara let the man fall to question him. Something he would never forget.

"Who are you?" . . . "WHO ARE YOU?" . . . "I am Yashamaru, brother of Kurara, guardian of Sabaku no Gaara." The man chuckled. "You are strong as I expected, but it is time to meet your fate. That of death." "Why would you do this? I haven't done anything to you!" "You killed my sister." "I did no such thin-!" Yashamaru didn't wait, he blew himself up, right then and there, hoping to at least take Gaara with him. But Gaara prevailed, now certain of his destiny; he was there to murder because so far that's all that he had did. He was there to murder and hurt. He was there to kill.

November 23 . . . Present . . .

"No, please! I have a family and kids! Please just let me live!" the man kneeled before him, hands clasped together, begging for mercy, and his life. But why should I give it to him? Besides, mother's hungry, aren't you mother? YESSSSSSS. Gaara chuckled "So what if you have family? I had it too, the SICK FREAKS THAT BETRAYED ME!" That's all it took for Gaara to end the man's life. After the murder was accomplished Gaara walked over to the carcass, and kicked it. "Pitiful." He whispered, then walked away. Gaara was now a proficient murderer, killing without a seconds thought or hesitation. Need an assassin? Call him. That is, of course, if you dared. "This is fun." Gaara called to no one in particular. Indeed answered a voice in his head. He smirked.

It being Fall in Sunagakure doesn't mean anything. Other than the temperature drops a few degrees below normal. No one really minded, with the exception of Gaara. It being Fall meant the anniversary of his uncle's death, not that he really cared. In fact he still didn't understand why he kept his other 'family' around anyway, Temari and Kankuro didn't deserve to be alive at all. Neither were of any real use. They were always complaining. He was going to make it his duty to personally see to this minor set back.

I love death. That's what it means. Love death, and love only yourself. That's the only love you'll need.

"When do you think Gaara will get home?" Temari wondered. "Mph. The later the better." He replied. "Shh! If he hears you saying that you're done for!" she hissed quickly and looked around for anything that could be Gaara hiding. "Oh stop being so paranoid, we should be in charge, he's our YOUNGER brother. We should just teach him a lesson. Why can't we order him around for once?" Kankuro responded. "Were you talking about me?" the voice behind Kankuro made him freeze stiff. "N-no Gaara. We were talking about father." Kankuro said shakily. "You had better hope you were." Said the voice. "It won't happen again Gaara we swear." Temari said honestly "You better pray it doesn't." He whispered to her while glaring in her direction. After Gaara left the room Temari glared at Kankuro who was still rigid with fear, that had been too close.

"That's why."