Me: Hello, all! I'm baaaack~!
Gaara: Aw, I thought we were rid of you for sure...
Me: Nope. *wraps arms around his shoulders* You'll never be rid of me. *smirks and kisses his chin*
Gaara: *bluush*
Italic for Gaara's thoughts
Bold Italic for Shukaku
Gaara didn't know what else to do; when he reached the bottom step, Sakura was on her side, pulling herself as far away from him as her weak arms could manage. When she saw him, she started crying even harder and attempted to stand and run, only to fall on her injured ankle. At the sound of her pained howl, people started watching them from their windows, mumbling that the monster had turned on his only friend. He did the only thing he could think to do: he ran away.
He ran until he reached the edge of the Suna, stopping to stare at the vast sea of sand that laid before him. He had never really looked around at the desert that surrounded his city before. He had always heeded Yashamaru's warning about going off into the desert on his own, but now he wondered if anything Yashamaru had ever told him had ever been true.
What if he left Suna? Maybe he could find a new place to live, a place where people wouldn't know about Shukaku. Or better yet, a place where he could live by himself, where there would be no one to reject and run away from him.
He took a step forward and, for a moment, felt a wave of peace flow through him. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself.
Don't tell me you're really going to let those ingrates chase us away from our home.
Shukaku, Gaara frowned. Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you.
Why do you let them get away with making you feel this way?
What else am I supposed to do?
Get even. Sand started lift from the ground and circle him slowly. He could feel Shukaku's power flowing through him, taunting him. It'd be so easy. You're so much more powerful than any of them. All you have to do is give in...
Gaara squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. No. Stop it. Nothing good comes from letting you have control. The sand froze where it was and Gaara felt Shukaku his in his head.
Fine. Play the fool.The sand started attacking his forehead, carving deep into his skin as he screamed in pain. Then, just as soon as it started, it stopped and Gaara fell to his knees in pain. I'll still be here, when you come to your senses. Remember that.
For a moment, Gaara just kneeled there, mind exhausted from the horrors he'd faced that day. The next, he was on his feet, running home as fast as he could. He ran inside and pushed past a concerned Temari, shooting her a glare to get her to back away from him. He slammed the door to his room shut behind him and ran to the bathroom to clean his forehead in the sink.
When he finished, he looked into the mirror to see how bad he had been hurt. He gasped at what he saw. The kanji "love" (愛, ai) was engraved right above his left eye.
Gaara: Shukaku wasn't the one who did that to my forehead...
Me: *puts a finger to his lips in a 'hush' notion* This is called "fan fiction" for a reason... Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed the new chapter. I'll try to keep adding to this regularly. Reviews and favs definitely help motivate me to write. .
Review button: You know you like touching me. Don't fight it. ;3
Gaara and Me: ... *slowly back away*