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--- Panic! At the disco
--- Time to Dance
Chapter Eight: The Assassin Shows
"My gourd." I said looking down toward it.
"Oh this is your gourd? I think you're mistaken little boy, this is my trophy." She grabbed me by the shirt and picked me off the floor.
"An assassin?" I asked looking at the distance between my feet and the ground.
"You found out so quickly. You're a smart little boy aren't you?"
"It's not that hard to figure, all assassins working for the Dojo have been branded little cattle. Your mark is on your wrist, reminding you to kill."
"You've been studying us then?"
"Know your enemies. Evaluation is the most important part about being a ninja."
"You were so sure that assassins would be your enemy?"
"Positive. Kazekage employed you most likely, he's afraid to try to kill me himself. But I can't completely blame him for being only human."
The girl turned her head away from me to see Andreia's fist hurling towards her face. I dropped to the floor and I quickly recovered my footing, almost forgetting to grab my gourd. The assassin ran out the door and I followed, Andreia also ran after us but was somehow lost in a crowd of people. As soon as I ran out into the alley, I couldn't find the girl. I backed up into a wall and looked to see if she was on top of the building only to have a wire wrapped around my neck. Instincts would tell anyone to start to struggle, but I merely grabbed the wire and held it so my fingers were between it and my neck.
"Ha," the girl taunted, "and Kazekage made it so clear that you would be hard to kill."
"At least… he praised me… right?" I said struggling to speak of course.
"Is that all you've ever wanted? To be loved by your father?"
"I… don't want… to kill you…"
"That would be a first for you wouldn't it?"
"No… it's just too… early."
"Early," she laughed tightening the wire cutting my throat enough to leave a distinct marking of a wire, "it's never too early to kill."
"Are you saying… you want me to kill you?" I asked moving my hands once they began to bleed, "Because…. I can oblige to that."
I took my hands down from my neck and made hand signs for my Desert Shield. The sand from the gourd went around my body and made a reasonably strong armor against the wire. I put my hands to the wire once more, this time completely taking it from her, in exchange; it cut her hands. She screamed in anger more so than pain as I ran into the lighten area where Andreia was standing. The assassin fled. The armor around me dropped and went back into the gourd as I fell to my knees.
"I've never felt this pain before." I said looking at my hands.
"You've never been physically harmed before?" she asked looking at the wound on my palms.
"No, I usually have an automatic defense. This stings…" I closed my hands and snatched them from Andreia.
"Who was that girl?" she asked worried.
"An assassin sent by Kazekage I think. She didn't give a name. Why are you worried? I just met you."
"Because no one else will."
I looked at her and for the first time I felt like someone was accepting me. I looked up at her to see the worried expression a mother would give her child when they skinned their knees on the gravel. For the first time in years, I cried and someone was there to comfort me. I cupped my face into my bloody hands to try to hide my eyes, only to have Andreia pull them down.
"Everyone cries, it's nothing to be ashamed of." she whipped my face clean of the blood and tears then gave me a hug.
"Why? Why would you waste your time helping me?"
"I already told you I wanted to help you, when we met at beach on Halloween."
"I thought you were just messing with me. Andreia I'm sorry."
"There's no need to be sorry, I know exactly how you feel."
"No… you don't. I'm becoming weak, that assassin moved fast, my shield didn't have a chance to build. I could've easily killed her but… I don't know why I didn't."
"You have your reasons."
Later that hour, I found myself in the club with her once again, telling her everything about my childhood. She was wrapping my hands and neck, then she told me she wanted to know me better, I don't think I should've let her though.
"I am the son of the Fourth Kazekage, and I'm currently the Godaime Kazekage, thus having Temari and Kankuro as my older siblings. Because of Sunagakure's weakened state, the Fourth Kazekage ordered one of Suna's elders, Chiyo, to use a possession jutsu to seal the Shukaku into me, in hopes of making me into the ultimate weapon against outside attacks on the village. Because of this possession, my mother, Karura, died while giving birth. Before she died, Karura cursed Sunagakure, hoping I would avenge her death. I was trained by my father, but raised mainly by my uncle Yashamaru. For six years, I was feared by my family and the other villagers and believed that Yashamaru was the only one who loved me. However, when I was six years old, my father the Kazekage ordered Yashamaru to assassinate me. I had become, in the Kazekage's eyes, a failed experiment and too much of a threat to the other villagers to be allowed to live. I mortally wounded the assassin before I knew the assassin was in fact Yashamaru. Before he died, Yashamaru revealed to me that he never did love me. In fact, despite trying to love me, Yashamaru always resented me for taking away the life of his beloved sister, my mother, Karura. Yashamaru also revealed the source of my name: Ware wo ai suru shura, "a self-loving carnage". And, before Yashamaru died, opened his vest to reveal explosive notes, and his final words, "please die". My mother had resented the village for using her and me as a sacrifice for a weapon, and cursed me for putting her in so much pain. After realizing that nobody loved me, I used my sand to create the tattoo on my forehead: LOVE as a symbol of a "demon loving only himself." For the next six years, I would be the victim of almost constant assassination attempts, all ordered by my father. I am a jinchuriki, or the unwilling host of a biju. My entire village hated and feared me for the awful power of the spirit sealed within my body; my own father, before later realizing that I could be an effective tool, wanted me dead. As a result, I became emotionally withdrawn, all but silent, and consumed with a bitter loathing for everyone but myself. I learned to find pleasure and eventually a reason to live in annihilating the numerous assassins sent to kill me - and by extension, anyone who threatened my existence. My insomnia, forced upon me by the fact that the demon inside me would eat away at my personality if I were to fall asleep, made me further unstable. Loneliness and the desire to be liked, loved and acknowledged as an individual, free of others' prejudices — I am myself, not the demon I was forced to "contain" — drives me into a desperate state. I came to the conclusion that I could preserve and confirm my own existence by killing any and all who challenged it. In the absence of others' acknowledgment, I could compensate by valuing only myself to the exclusion of everyone else — an extreme form of narcissism. Furthermore, I never had anyone to bond with and did not understand the concept of fighting for anything other than myself until my confrontation with Naruto. Beforehand, we both tried to gain positive attention by being cheerful, kind, and caring, in Naruto's case, overly so, we both had little success. On one occasion, I used my powers to retrieve a ball for a group of children playing nearby and injured them unintentionally with sand when they ran away from me in fear. Later, I brought medicated ointment to the house of the girl whose wounds were the worst, but she slammed the door in my face, calling me a "bakemono"."
"Well, that's a lot about you." Andreia said looking too interested, "so even your brother and sister were afraid of you?"
"Yeah, Temari says she didn't know about the assassins though, however I have a funny feeling she knew, she just didn't want to accept it. She's trying to accept me, I know she is, but it's hard for her. Inside, I know she blames me for the death of our mother and uncle, just as everyone else did. Hey Andreia…" I said looking up at her, "will you walk me home?"
"Of course." She smiled as we walked out together.
I was afraid to be alone, for the first time in my life. I heard a noise behind us and grabbed a hold of her hand, not knowing I did at first. Once I came to realize I was, I quickly jerked my arm away. She just looked at me confused.
Well… seeing how I've poster chapters one through eight at the same time, (due to the fact I've already wrote most of this story) I'm not sure what you guys really think… so I'm looking forward to your comments and even your flames because I know it's not the best thing I've ever written, but I'm still having a blast. It's true... I'm having too much fun telling all I know about Gaara. D!
