Yay new chapter. Time for Gaara's past. Thanks for reading. Not much to say today because I'm super tired.

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"Wait!" Metal Lee shouted. "What happens!"

"Worry not." The women's voice echoed around. "Your father was not harmed from that encounter, his Sensei came and put a stop to Gaara before any harm came to him or the other two."

Metal Lee relaxed.

"If I may be so bold to ask." Shikadai said. "Why did my Uncle feel the need to kill?"

No reply.

"Please tell us!" He shouted. "I know you had cut that memory off early!"

"Calm down Shikadai." Inojin said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"He thought he only had one purpose to live for." The women answered. "He thought his only purpose was to kill so he could keep on living."

"But why?" Shikadai demanded.

"Like with Haku, living only to server Zabuza. Gaara only had one purpose." She said. "I'll show you the rest."

She went silent and another memory appeared. The sandstone wall of the room let them know that they were in the sand villages. Gaara, around the age of 6 stood at a table with the picture of Shikadai's grandma next to a potted desert flower. They could easily tell this was a place children lived thank to the toy scattered all about.

Gaara stared at the photo before pulling out a knife and being it down on his hand.

"How'd a six year old get a knife?" Mirai exclaimed.

Gaara was not cut, sand moved to where the knife was at stopped it from hurting the child.

"It's no use after all." Gaara mumbled in disappointment. "The sand gets in the way."

"Why would he try to willing harm himself?" Chocho asked.

"Gaara."

Gaara's face changed to one of 'I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar' and quickly put the knife down and turned to the man who walked in. A man walked in. He had blonde hair and pale blue eyes, He had a small bruise on his cheek and for some reason, and aporn with the Sand Village's insignia on it. He looked disappointed.

"Who is this guy?" Sarada asked. "This is twice we've seen him."

"Yashamaru!" Young Gaara said.

Yashamaru walked to Gaara.

"I may not look it." The man started. "But Lord Kazekage charged me with looking after your physical condition as a member of the medical corp and to be with you."

"Medical corps?" Inojin questioned. "Why would Lord Kazekage need someone from the Medical Corps to be with him?"

"Who knows." Shikadai said. "This is the first i'm learning about this myself."

"Please do not do such thing in front of me." Yashamaru asked of the child, rubbing the back of his head. "Although the sand will protect you…"

"Yashamaru…" Gaara said, looking down. "I'm sorry."

'He's so cute!' all the girls thought at once.

"Oh, This..?" Yashamaru said. "It's just a scrape."

Yashamaru light touched the bandages around his head, those looking closer could see them wrapped around his arm as well.

"A scrape…" Gaara mumbles. "Is it painful?"

Yashamaru looked at Gaara with understanding.

"A little." He said. "But it will heal in no time."

Gaara didn't seem satisfied with that answer.

The stood here for a moment. A sandstorm was raging outside the windows.

"Hey Yashamaru…."

"What is it?" the man asked.

"What is pain?"

Yashamaru smile dropped at that question.

"I've… never once had a wound so…" Gaara said, looking at his hand with a said smile. "I wondered what it's like."

"Well…" Yashamaru said, looking up, trying to think. "How can I explain it? It's like distressing or difficult."

He paused.

"In other words, to be hit or cut… Maybe I should say it's a feeling of not being able to bear it, of not being able to stay normal."

"That the worst description of pain I've ever heard." Boruto said.

"Like you could do better." Sarada said.

"I would probably do better than him."

They tuned back in.

Gaara still wasn't satisfied. He looked worst hearing that answer. He stared at the bandages on Yashamaru.

"Yashamaru…" Gaara said.

"Yes?"

"So, do you dislike me… Yashamaru?" Gaara asked, averting his eyes.

Yashamaru took a second, waiting for Gaara to look at him.

"People live their lives while hurting others and while being hurt." Yashamaru told him. "But it's not so easy for people to dislike others."

Gaara's face lit up.

"Thank you, Yashamaru." the boy said. "I think I sort of understand what pain is now."

"I see.." Yashamaru said.

"So… Maybe I'm injured too? The same as everyone?" Gaara said. "I'm always… In pain."

Gaara gripped his chest with the hand holding the knife.

"I'm not bleeding but… I've been having a lot of pain right here."

Yashamaru looked at Gaara with sadden eyes. He moved closer and kneeled right in down in front of the boy. Yashamaru took the knife from Gaara and drew it across one of his fingers, drawing blood. Gaara gasped.

"Blood does flow from a wound on the body and the wound may appear painful." Yashamaru said. "But as time passes, the pain naturally disappears. By using medicine, the healing is even faster."

Yashamaru pause to show Gaara the wound closer.

"But what's dangerous is a wound of the heart." He said, bring his other hand to his chest. "Nothing has more troubling healing."

Yashamaru explain more about the differences of the two when Gaara questioned it.

"I like this guy." Chocho said. "He's very understanding."

"But there is one thing that can cure a wound of the heart." Yashamaru told Gaara. "But this is a complicated medicine."

Yashamaru turned to the picture of Gaara's mom.

"It can only be given to you by another person."

"What? What must I do to…" Gaara started.

He stopped because he followed Yashamaru's gaze to the picture of his mom.

"The thing that can cure a wound of the heart." Yashamaru said. "That is… Love."

Gaara asked how he can get it, so he could get rid of the pain. Yashamaru already explained it was already given to him. Yashamaru said he believe his older sister loved him.

And the scene ended there.

"Ugh." Shikadai groaned.

"What's wrong?" Boruto asked,

"That only raised more questions." The Nara boy said, "This is just one big puzzle I can't figure out right now."

"Care to elaborate?" Sarada asked.

Shikadai let out a breath of annoyance.

"First off I have a great Uncle that I was never told about and the fact I don't know him or even met him means something happened. That's backed by those images we saw earlier, a few of have already been seen, all except the last two."

"The one where Yashamaru is cover in blood and of the Kazekage crying?" Metal Lee asked.

"That's right." Shikadai conformed. "What I'm trying to figure out is the inconsistencies between what my Uncle said in the hospital room, to what we were shown."

"Where are you going with this Shikadai?" Inojin asked.

"Well, my Uncle said that assastions started trying to kill him at around the age of six, which was the age we just saw him. He's distance from the rest of our family but we saw him being happy with Yashamaru, who is a ninja."

"Wait!" Mirai said. "You don't think?"

"I do." Shikadai said.

"What are you going talking about?" Boruto said. "You suddenly started talking in code."

"Shikadai thinks the Yashamaru was the Assassin that tried to kill the Kazekage." Mitsuki said.

"That's silly." Chocho said. "He's so nice."

"I agree." Metal Lee said. "What if he tried stopping the assassin and that's why he died?'
Shikadai rubbed his head.

"This is giving me a headache." He said.

He said that as a new scene showed up.

Six year old Gaara was walking down an empty street in the middle of the night, he didn't look happy. Some drunk guy accidently bumped into him and was about to yell at the boy but the man stopped when he saw who it was.

'Go home, freak!'

They all jumped at the appearance of a boy hiding behind a door, gaara was holding a bag of something, which he dropped when the boy slammed the door in his face.

'Those eye…'Gaara's thoughts echoed.

His face changed slowly and the sand appeared. The next moment the man was on the ground with Gaara walking away. People came out after hearing the man's scream. They all heard the words said about the boy walking away. Gaara paid no mind to them as he kept walking. The street were empty again, all except a lone man leaning against a build and Gaara, who stopped walking when he reached where the man was. No words were spoken and Gaara just continued walking after looking away.

"Who was that?" Boruto asked.

"It's my grandpa, the Fourth Kazekage." Shikadai said.

The scene shifted.

Gaara sat on the roof of a building, the moon full and hanging low in the sky. He was shaking and covering his face.

"Guys, look!" Sarada said, pointing at a dozen floating kunai.

The kunai glistened in the moonlight. I moment went by before they all shot out, aimed for Gaara's back. The sand erupted around the boy, surprising turned around, shock and fear very apparent on his face. The sand moved to keep his back overed. A sand ninja stood there, kunai floating in front of him. He was in the standard sand uniform. His face was covered by a loose mask, no notable features could be seen. Gaara's face contorted in anger, he lasted out after the second round on kunai flew forward. Sand wrapped around the man with ease. The man struggled to get out but didn't make a sound. Gaara crushed him. The man fell. He landed next to a wall. Gaara was shaking, scared by what had happened.

"Who…? Why…?" Gaara asked looking at the man.

He did not move. Gaara seemed to of recognized something.

"I knew it." Shikadai said, letting out a breath.

Gaara pulled off the mask. It was Yashamaru.

"Well done… Gaara." Yashamaru said.

"Yashamaru..!" Gaara mumbled.

The redhead held his head head and his chest. He scream was chilling and his sand became wild before it suddenly went calm. Gaara was crying over the body of Yashamaru, who was breathing heavily. Gaara began asking why, trying to wipe the never ending tears away. Yashamaru didn't answer as he looked at Gaara, before looking at the moon.

"It was an order." He said "I was commissioned to kill you… By your father."

Yashamaru told him everything. How he was an experiment to the village that had become too dangerous since he couldn't control Shukaku.

"So Yashamaru, you had no choice…" Gaara said, trying to turn it more favorable. "But to comply with my father's orders?"

"No…" The dying man said. "That's not correct."

Yashamaru told the boy he could of declined if he wanted to.

"Gaara…" He whispered. "Deep down in my heart…. I probably hated you."

Yashamaru explained why. Explain how Gaara's mother left cursing the villages and said that's why he was named Gaara, for self-loving demon.

"You were never… Loved." Yashamaru told his nephew. "Please die…"

Yashamaru opened his vest to show explosive tags. Gaara didn't move. Not that he would need to. The bombs exploded and the sand wrapped around Gaara. All the was left of Yashamaru was a blood stain.

"That was so cruel…" Sarada said.

Gaara cried. Alone on the rooftop with no one to tell him otherwise. He sat up and screamed, his sand focused on his forehead, forcing git to carve the word 'love' into it. He no longer cried as he glared at the village, blood dripping from the only wound he's gotten so far.

And from there the scene ended.

Next up, the final round of the Chunin Exams