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SNicole25: Next chapter I think.

Posting the next one in about an hour or two. Sorry it's super short.

It starts with pain
Followed by hate
Fueled by the endless questions
No one can answer
…

How did you get here and when did it start
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

-World So Cold – 12 Stones

Gaara and Rin were holding hands as he was walking her home at the end of the day. They'd lost track of time so it was already dark. They were so immersed in their conversation they didn't see Kenta walking towards them.

"There you are." Kenta grabbed Rin's hand from Gaara and started to pull her along.

"Kenta! Hey!" Rin tried to pull her hand free.

"Do you know how late it is? How worried mom and dad are?" Kenta asked.

"Ow!" Rin squeaked. Gaara's eyes widened.

"S-Stop it!" he shouted. Kenta stopped and look back at him. "You're hurting her."Gaara said with a frown. Kenta swallowed before he continued to pull Rin along.

Why is it always that look? Gaara thought. Rin's the only one who never looks at me that way.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Gaara!" Rin called back with a smile. Gaara watched them leave with a frown before he turned to start walking home.

Gaara sat on the railing of the roof the same night, kicking his legs back and forth. He already missed Rin. Why did her brother have to be such a jerk? At least Rin's mother was starting to like him. He still hadn't met her father yet but Rin said he gets home later in the day. Would he be like Rin and her mother or would he be like Kenta and everyone else? Gaara let out a sigh and looked down sadly.

Suddenly his sand came up behind him to block some kunai making him look up with a gasp. He turned to see a masked man with floating kunai. Gaara's expression slowly hardened as he clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. The man threw more kunai but the sand blocked them. Gaara extended his hand and the man was covered in sand. He closed his fist to execute Sand Coffin.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" Gaara asked the bleeding man on the ground. He swallowed before slowly walking over and pulling the mask away with a shaky hand. His eyes widened and he stared in shock.

"You did well, Gaara, you did very well." Yashamaru said. Gaara clutched at his heart.

"Yashamaru!" Gaara shouted as his sand shot out, reacting to the heightened emotions. "Why?" Gaara sobbed. "Why? Yashamaru? Why did you do it? I don't understand. Tell me why." Gaara wiped tried to wipe away his tears. "I thought, Yashamaru, I'm precious to you. How could you?"

"It was an order." Yashamaru said his voice coming out as a whisper. "You see I was ordered to kill you, Gaara, by lord Kazekage, your father."

"My father?" Gaara asked. He put a hand over his mouth; he felt sick. "Why me? Why would my father..?"

"You were born with the Shukaku, a living sand spirit inside you. All these years you have been watched and studied as part of a great experiment. It became clear that you could never control it. The Shukaku that possesses the power of the sand itself. The day is coming when your existence will be too dangerous for the village. It had to be done before then."

"You… You had to obey my father, you didn't have any choice."

"You're wrong; I had a choice." "Yes, lord Kazekage made his wishes known to me but I could've refused if I had chosen to. I suppose it's because deep in my heart. I hate you, Gaara. I've always hated you. My sister died bringing you into this world. I can't forgive you for that. I told myself that you were all that was left of her and since I loved her, I should love you. I tried but I never could. It wasn't her choice to have you, to be made a human sacrifice, and so she died cursing this village. The day she died I felt a wound in my heart that I knew would never heal. Your name is the one your mother gave you. Your name is Gaara. A demon that loves only itself. As you must love no one else. Care for no one's existence than your own. Fight only for yourself and that way you will be sure to survive. This is the dying gift your mother left you but not out of maternal affection. It was not from love that she gave you your name. It was from her undying rage at this village. It was part of her curse that you should survive and grow. Her hate lives on in you. You were never loved, Gaara. Never." Yashamaru pulled open his jacket to reveal paper bombs. "But now, this is the end." A moment later they exploded. Gaara's sand had created a barrier that soon crumbled as he cried out in pain, anger and sadness. He let out a scream as his sand hit his forehead. He stood breathing heavily as blood dripped down his face.

Rin saw Gaara on the swing and ran up to him.

"Hey Gaara! Sorry about Kenta- whoa! What happened to your forehead?" Rin reached out to point to the kanji on his forehead and he swatted her hand away harshly. "Ow!" Rin frowned and held her hand. "What was that for?" She whined. Gaara got off the swing and started to walk away. "Gaara? What's wrong?" Rin jogged to catch up and reached out a hand. The moment she touched him he spun around, swinging his arm causing sand to lash out at her. Rin let out a scream as she fly back a few feet. The kids nearby stopped playing to watch them with fear in their eyes. Gaara glared down at Rin who was holding her arm. He noticed the blood seeping between her fingers and the tears already flowing down her cheeks and clenched his teeth. Rin had started sobbing but Gaara turned and walked away.

Probably don't have to explain but just a reminder that the sand also reacts to his emotions. ALSO DON'T WORRY BECAUSE IT WENT LIKE THE SHOW. I'm not skipping right to show events just yet. I have a few more chapters of them near this age. I work it out. Trust me on this guys. Don't freak out!