Okay, here's the fifth chapter to Final Fairytale. It takes place right after the whole Orochimaru ordeal during the Chuunin Exams. I'm sorry it's so short, but the next will hopefully be longer. Enjoy!
My Final Fairytale
Chapter 5: Chance
My
Father
Is
Dead
The words didn't match up. My brain couldn't process the meaning of these words; they didn't belong together, couldn't possibly be in the same sentence. Father…dead…
The end of his horrifying reign on my life had finally come, and with my brothers and the rest of the world I was given something I had never expected – never even hoped for – and that was a chance. I got a chance to live I got a chance to be free.
And I laughed at his funeral.
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I can't say I wasn't surprised with Gaara's decision. Becoming Kazekage was a large responsibility, and he was only twelve. I wasn't sure if he could make it, but I swore to myself that I'd be there next to him every step of the way. Until two years later, I kept that promise, and I was there. But the one time I wasn't there – was the time I should have been.
He sent me to Konoha, and I was tending to Chuunin Exam business with Nara Shikamaru, as Suna's representative. Gaara had specifically asked for me to do this; how could I refuse? Maybe he had realized how close that lazy ass ninja and I had become, and did it to offer us more time together. Highly unlikely, though, however much I'd like to think that was the case.
Sipping tea by a little shop in Konoha, the cup cracked. A bad omen; I knew something was wrong. I got to the gate just in time to catch that Naruto kid and his team leaving. No time to say goodbye to Shikamaru. Gaara was kidnapped.
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I tried to blink back the tears in my eyes as I found out about Gaara. I tried to hide my surprise as I found out that Naruto was the same as Gaara. I tried to keep my jealousy restrained; fighting against me to make myself realize…Naruto was the one who might save Gaara, not me.
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There were other things to be taken care of, such as Kankuro. He had been poisoned by that bastard Sasori. I couldn't go with them to save Gaara, no matter how much I wanted to. Uzumaki went, Haruno went, Obaa-sama went, and that perverted sensei went. Why couldn't I go?
He was my brother. My mother died to save him! I had taken care of him for years! I had suffered for him! I would give my life…if only to save him…
As I thought about these things, the jealousy in me made me clench my fists in anger. Would Gaara even come back alive? The thought settled upon me like a brick on water. Oh, god…
Does he still hate me?
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Uzumaki saved him. Gaara was loved and admired by his people, as the Kazekage, and the jealousy inside twisted and turned within me, finally cutting off my last hope of reaching Gaara. It looks like I couldn't save him; I was too late, and he was saved by another. I wasted my chance.
I wouldn't get another.