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Taste of Blood
Gaara never thought he could love. He was a demon, capable of only loving himself. So what was this pain he was feeling when he looked at Temari's dead body. Yet Temari meant nothing to him. He could've killed her years ago. But he never did. Was it love that stopped him?
Gaara never rested or ate until at last he hunted down her killers. Their blood spilling across the desert sand. Red, much too red. Almost like her blood. He'd killed them, in the way only he could.
Gaara never tasted such delicious blood.
The day Temari died, Gaara learned how to love.
Hi. Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was really busy.
Anyways, please tell me what you think of this chapter. Mind you, this is not a Gaa/Tema but merely a story of them as siblings. Coming up next...I'm not sure. Maybe a Kiba/Hina. I still need to write it.
Thanks for your support! (indicating to kawaii and naash)
Achillea