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AN: Reviews yay! Cookies for all! Gaara is my favourite character next to Itachi so it would be impossible for me to write a Naruto fan fic without him in it. Enjoy. Next chapter 2 weeks maybe at the most!
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It screeched inside the back of his mind; every time he closed his eyes. He would hear its groan in the deep of its belly. That gurgling roar that shook him to his bones. As in pattern came another sleepless night; one more which would haunt the shadow of his day.
Gaara pulled the musty blankets around his small form and up over his head, pressing his hands hard over his ears. Even doing so caused the noises to be louder; as though coming from deep inside of him. A snide laugh. His mint green eyes widened in terror at the sound that erupted from within. Slowly, he leant forwards on the bed and curled up into a foetal position. He could hear the monster; the reason the villagers looked down upon him with cold eyes. What was it? Part of him; a separate being. Whatever it was he knew it was the cause of his suffering.
Tears slipped down his cheeks. He curled up further and further trying to encase himself in himself; the roars of the beast to intensifying to hear the pounding of footsteps making their way up the darkened corridors of the house. The door of his bedroom flung open, sand particles dispersing around the hinges.
Large hands flew across the room grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He didn't even have a moment to wonder what was happening as his head was jerked back by a hand in his hair and brought into line with the fuming face of his father. Gaara's eyes sparked with fear. He felt his father's hands tightening around the hair in his grasp. He tried to pull away, tried prizing the hand away from his head; but his small hands were too weak. A sharp slap made its way across his face, tinting his cheek with a deep red. Gaara stared horrified, bringing his hand up to his darkening cheek.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME WITH YOUR FLITHY HANDS!" bellowed his father, releasing his grip. "YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL THAT I LET YOU STAY IN THIS ROOM! IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT LAYING A FINGER ON ME (EVER AGAIN) I'LL THROW YOU INTO THE STREETS AND LET THE PEOPLE DO AS THEY PLEASE!"
Gaara didn't dare look at his father as he listened to his words. That's all they were right? Words couldn't hurt him. 'Then why? Why does it hurt so much here?' He clutched the left side of his chest painfully.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"
Gaara flinched but nodded reluctantly, still holding his chest, the tears (once again) swimming in his vision. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU!"
He tilted his head upwards, trying to hold back the tears unsuccessfully. They streamed down his face and the Kazekage looked at him in disgust, "WHO WOULD'VE THOUGTH! A DEMON CRYING!" A cruel grin appeared on his face. "BUT YOU CAN'T FOOL E SHUKAKU! I KNOW THAT BEHIND THIS SHELL THAT YOU HAVE YOU'RE JUST A BEAST WAITING TO RAMPAGE!"
"N-no, you're wrong."
The Kazekage's grin faded back to a look of malice.
"Am I now?" he growled. "Well...let's see how long the monster can go, BEFORE HE FIGHTS BACK!"
The sand wasn't fast enough; the fist connected with his face and threw him across the room. Naturally, the sand reacted by itself and darted at the Kazekage. He evaded each stab of hardened sand that was directed his way, releasing three kunai from his grasp as he did. Two...were stopped by the sand.
Gaara's heart thumped against his chest. He felt a warm liquid trickling down his left arm. A warm red liquid. He watched as a red stain grew on his brown shirt. Gaara winced and clutched his arm as the full extent of the pain hit him. He looked up into his Father's eyes; into the eyes of the man who was supposed to protect him from being hurt; the eyes that held such a hatred for him that it was impossible to describe.
More hurried footsteps could be heard coming up the corridor, but neither Gaara nor the Kazekage paid them any mind. Gaara knew that that help would not be for him; no one would help him. His father grinned with a maddened look about him, as the sand swirled around his feet but did nothing to oppose him. Gaara was desperately trying to hold the sand back from killing his father; if it did he would be throw out into the streets for the villagers and the ninja and killed.
"What's the matter, Shukaku?" taunted the Kazekage. "Not going to let a little wound like that stop you from killing, are you?" He advanced slowly on Gaara, picking one of the fallen kunai off of the ground. "Because I know that that's what you want to do!" Gaara backed up against the wall, sweat dripping down his face and mingling with his tears. "You want to kill! And torture! AND DESTROY...EVERY – PART – OF – THIS - WORLD!" He flung the kunai forwards. Gaara closed his eyes, the tears clinging to his eyelashes; bracing himself for the final blow. 'Why does he hate me? Why does he think that I'm that thing...tha-that monster? If only he could see me...if anyone could...if only...I could prove my existence...to them...I could be something...something other than that. But I'm not.'
CLASH!
Gaara's eyes flew open. A huge fan was in front of him; the kunai piercing the firm material. His father had a look that mixed shock and anger written all over his face. Gaara turned to his side. There stood Temari; his older sister. And Kankuro; his older brother, a wooden puppet standing at his side. Gaara's eyes widened. They were helping him; someone actually cared.
"TEMARI! KANKURO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DENFENDING THIS ...THIS THING!"
Temari glared at her father. "Gaara is not A THING!" She wrenched her fan upwards, knocking the Kazekage of balance and embedding the kunai in the far wall. "He is our brother. Your son. HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?!"
"HE IS NO SON OF MINE!" raged the Kazekage. "STAND ASIDE! I WILL NOT HESITATE TO HARM YOU IF YOU GET IN MY WAY AGAIN!"
"WE WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!" shouted Kankuro.
"Please...stop fighting."
All heads turned to look at Gaara, who clutching the end of Temari's fan, pushing it down. His eyes were filled with terror. Temari released one hand from her fan placing it on Gaara's shoulder and giving him a reassuring smile. He relaxed slightly at his sister's smiling face and gave a small smile back; which quickly disappeared.
The Kazekage had taken his chance, when Temari's hand had left the fan, to attack. He knocked the puppet, which Kankuro had put in his path, aside and aimed for Gaara. Temari grasped her fan and brought it up just in time to halt the oncoming attack. Gaara fell to the floor, watching as Temari struggled against her father's power. Gaara made to bring his sand up and shield Temari, but did so too late. The Kazekage sent a burst of chakra through his hands and smashed it against her fan, sending her flying into the wall. Temari screamed as the wood splintered against her back, coughing up blood.
"TEMARI!" screamed Kankuro, rushing to her side.
The Kazekage wasted no time in seeing what happened to his daughter; Gaara was vulnerable and that was all that mattered. Gaara had turned to watch as Temari was thrown passed him, quickly realizing his mistake. The kunai was centimetres from his heart...but went no further.
Gaara's hands were held up in front of him. His father was choking in pain. From his hands spiralled tendrils of crystal blue liquid; a bright flow of chakra visible through them. They pummelled furiously into the Kazekage's stomach; wrapping their way around him and up his chest, they began to lift him off the ground. Gaara stood leaning against the wall, his hands stretched out in front of him. He brought his hands back slightly and thrust them forwards. A giant ball of the crystal chakra liquid burst from him and crashed into his father. The Kazekage screamed and was hurled against the wall, sliding down into an unconscious pile.
Gaara shook as he brought his hands back down; not daring to look at the crumpled form of his father. The liquid had been cold. Too cold. And it still was cold now. Gaara too slid down the wall, his breathing harsh and heavy. The icy feeling seeped up his arms and through his body. As though time was slowing, he fell forward. He heard Kankuro and Temari hurry to his side. Even his breath was foggy with the cold. Temari kneeled down in front of him, lifting him up onto her knees. She brushed his hair softly with her fingertips, speaking words that he could no longer hear. As Temari's expression seemed to get more urgent, his world faded more. He felt a blanket wrap around him and Kankuro lifting him off of the floor; the wind rushing passed him as he was hurried out of the room. Then darkness.
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AN: Ahh! Another chapter finished. This one was kind of hard cause there isn't much about Gaara's dad in the animé...and if there is I just don't pay attention...he is the Kazekage, right? Anyway, the next chapter isn't another one about someone going into this strange coma, one of them might wake up...who knows? Well, that's a simple question to answer...only ME! And then you people when I submit the chapter. Enjoy! Review and all that! – Next Chapter – Nothing out of the Ordinary.
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