"Yashamaru..." I cried. Everything he had told me a few hours ago came rushing into my head, I though I was close and important to you…
I groped at my heart, oh how I wanted to tear it out right then. The pain came back along with loneliness. My scream pierced through the eerie night but I didn't care, I have felt too much pain. Sand flew wildly around me and enclosed me within it, slowly the tiny particles fell to the ground and I stood up. The tattoo of "Love" stood out against my pale skin and I swore to myself that I would only love myself and find my existence by killing them, the ones that hate me, humans. Hatred flowed through my veins, the need to kill suddenly came to me and I invited the feeling in.
Slowly, I made my way towards the swings again. I stayed there all night; it wasn't a change in my daily routine, not like I could sleep anyways. The fear of Shukaku coming out was strong and I didn't want to risk the chance of losing myself to it. I just sat there crying and cursing my father, my mother, Yashamaru.
The girl came when the sun rose, I sat on the swing looking at her through my cold eyes that will no longer shed anymore tears. Instead of backing away though, she came forward and touched my hand. I winced and drew back but she didn't. Letting her hand drop down to her side, she sat down on the desert sand and kept quiet. We sat in silence until the sun rose to the middle of the sky, and I sat there still wondering why she really came.
"Why did you come. Aren't you afraid of me." I stated more then asked.
Shaking her head, she went back to staring at the ground, avoiding my gaze. Finally, after a long moment of silence, she answered me.
"I came because I wanted to be your friend Gaara-kun."
My head shot up and looked at her, studying her. Is she another assassin that has been ordered to kill me?
I stood up swiftly and had her pinned against the ground.
"Who sent you?" I asked harshly.
She didn't struggle, terror flashed through her eyes then it was instantly gone.
"I wasn't sent by anyone. Like I said before, I want to be your friend."
It was the truth, I could tell by her eyes. She was defiant, and from the way she looked back at me, she was way more mature than a 6 year old should be. I realized I still had her pinned down with my sand and quickly let her go. To my surprise, she didn't run away, she just dusted herself off and stared at me with her emerald eyes. Her silver hair blew wildly around her and she turned to face the village.
"Even if they're scared of you, I'm not. Will you be my friend Gaara-kun?" she asked me boldly.