Broken Whispers

Chapter Two: We're the Same

Gaara then commenced on his running away escapade, if one would ever dare call it that way, and it had not been easy. At that time, he had already thrown away all that had to do with mercy and affection, gentleness and sympathy for the sake of survival and to keep the numbness that protects and would protect his heart. Now was the chance of calling a man's purpose killing in order to live, since it was so true at that given moment.

Left by the thieving past he had, he traveled from village to village, seeking his purpose and what he had left to do to his bare world. His siblings, his only relatives, did nothing to stop him. So what was left that could ever stop him from doing what he wanted? The only problem was that he was not even sure of what he was longing to do. It is hard to think of anything when all that keeps appearing in your head is the blood that was shed in payment for the pain you felt and the face of the people that had been the dirtiest traitors in your life.

This kind of living stayed the same for four excruciating months, which sacrificed a long list of people who had once lived their lives as innocent commoners, or some, even tyrants and smug bullies. His eyes grew accustomed to the dry feel and they welcomed the sight, he…no, the monster and he was offering. Then he began to hate the overly peaceful lands, not being accustomed to such, and tried to ruin them. Yes, ruin…like how he was now.

It was a Saturday morning when he awoke to the cheerful twittering of birds from the clearing in the forest he took camp in last night. He soon realized the empty evening had been concealing the exuberance touch of the sun at sunrise. It was quiet. Not like the deadly silence of his homeland but a contented serenity filled the place. He winced at the abhorrent contradiction that had risen to life in his consciousness and he suddenly felt like destroying…again. He began his now daily hobby by making the sand flow out of the small (1) gourd that accompanied him throughout his trip to nowhere. As the sand flowed and spread out on the ground, making the soil's morning dew glow falter, he raised his left arm in front of him and he opened his palm. By doing this, he made the process proceed more rapidly. He decided, for the meantime, that he would only take this small clearing and a scant amount of the forest due to the fact that he was still a bit groggy from sleep.

The sand stuck firmly to the ground when Gaara fisted his hand. It was seeping away its very life; leaving it dry and dead, like the previous humans who had gone through its way before. It had turned barren.

After it was finished, he dusted his hands by letting each rub past one another.

Then he heard a small voice in an annoyed grunt. He turned his head in the direction he assumed it came from and found a small blonde boy with very strange whiskered cheeks, in an obvious annoyed stance; obvious by the extra weight he was giving to his right leg and by the way he had both his arms crossed across his chest. He looked questioningly at the boy, ready to attack him at any given time, before he saw the blue orbs unconcealed. They were the same as his own eyes. Maybe that was what the other boy also realized, as he now stood straight, staring and not glaring at him in confusion.

Gaara remained on his ground while the other boy made his way towards him. They stood in front of each other, studying one another's features, and to his surprise, the blonde human offered him a hand in the end, which he took with very slight hesitation.

After a short walk, Gaara noticed that they had entered yet another village. 'Konoha' was what the village seemed to be named as it was written on the front gates. But to where this boy is leading him, he didn't know.

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Gaara's POV

This guy…this kid, he's just like me…He has the same sad and lonely eyes. Eyes that can only be brought on by a lasting depression, anger, and hate. To be the owner of those empty eyes…I wonder what could've happened to him?

He's still holding my hand. It has been like this for a while now, even after we entered this Konoha Village. He keeps leading me down different streets, in twists and turns, and I find myself staring at his back. What does he have to tell? Maybe…just maybe he knows what I feel and I'll finally have someone to tru--- no, I won't. He'll just hate me once he discovers…discovers the monster and I'll only be hurt.

I know. I'll just kill him after the talk we're going to have. I'll help him ease the pain he is feeling until he forgets all and goes to heaven; or to hell if he's been a bad kid like me. He deserves it. After a long time, I'll follow him, so that children like us could have fun; but before that, I'll need to know what purpose I have for even being born….Though I never wanted to cry when I was born. I never wanted to be declared as alive…never.

To be continued…

A/N: I wish you enjoyed this chapter! And of course, you wouldn't have had as much fun in reading this if not for BLUE EXPRESSIONIST who took some of his/her time in beta-ing this! Again, thank you BLUE!

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