Mercy Killing
Communication
Gaara sat on the roof, his legs hanging over the edge as he stared out at the city, lit up by the vibrant colors of twilight. He sighed, looking away from the beauty, feeling ashamed, guilty, disgusted. He doesn't deserve anything that beautiful. Not being the Kazekage, not his siblings, and definitely not Kairi.
Kairi stood behind him on the roof. He knew she was there, she had stood there, quietly, for atleast a half hour now. Her long black hair was waving in the warm spring wind, her skin glowing in the light, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
"What do you want?" He asked. Kairi sighed, slipping in to sit beside him.
"We need to talk." Gaara's chest clench. He knew those words. They never meant anything good. "And you need to actually listen to me for all of five minutes. Now shut up, and let me talk."
Her voice was sad, tired.
"I love you, Gaara, I really do. I don't deserve you. You're beautiful, powerful, you're perfect in everything you do. But you're so arrogant, yet so ignorant. Everything seems to always have to go your way… you don't seem to notice how I'm feeling. The only thing that ever seems to show you really care is when you kiss me. I get it, we have to keep this secret, but… it's hard. It hurts. I'm only fourteen, Gaara. Technically, this is illegal. And it weighs on me. But worst of all, you don't seem to see yourself."
"Neither do you," he mumbled, his voice that rough, sad one it always is. Kairi looked up at him, listening intently, determined to not interrupt. "You're so beautiful, this world is so beautiful… I don't deserve any of it. Kairi, you're so… naïve. You're still just a child. I feel so old compared to you…" This was hard for him. He had never spoken like this before. "You don't see yourself clearly. And you don't notice everything, you don't pay attention. Kairi, I'm a monster. I've killed children. I've raped men and woman. And I enjoy it." His voice had taken a disgusted tint. He couldn't bare her gaze, and turned his face away from hers.
She caught his face in her hands. Ignoring the sand that wrapped around her hands and wrists, and turned his face to hers. The sand fell away, as she stared into his eyes, her own sad.
"I know I don't see myself. I can't help it. But you don't either. It's not you who does those things. I fell in love with you, not the demon inside of you. Not the monster. But I know it's there, I accept it. It's not you who enjoys it."
"What makes you so sure?" He growled out, rage filling him. What made her think she understood him so well?!
She leaned in, giving him a chaste kiss, wrapping her arms around him, she held him, even though it was awkward with the size difference.
"I'm not, but I have faith in you. The spider proved it. You or your demon can't bare to see me hurt."
I didn't get a reply, and I wasn't a hundred percent sure of what I had said, but I was content. Finally, there had been some communication.
