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Gaara was cursed. He was cursed with the existence of a demon living inside of him, controlling him, restricting him. He never slept, but stayed up all night with only the moon and stars as his companions. This demon, the one-tail, Shukaku, rejected whatever it didn't like causing Gaara to have to do the same. There was one thing demons absolutely despise: Love.

As anyone would guess, Shukaku was a real pain. This was a fact, literally. Gaara was experiencing a terrible headache. This usually happened when Shukaku was upset and he would sometimes even communicate his displeasures to Gaara directly.

"It's disgusting!" Shukaku was yelling inside Gaara's head. "It's all so disgusting!"

Gaara was also quite displeased at Shukaku's sudden voice of opinion. Why ever did the demon wait all this long to say anything? Shukaku probably enjoyed driving Gaara farther into insanity than he already was. Gaara wistfully and indignantly awaited the end of his suffering but knew the end would only bring another beginning of anguish.

It was another bright afternoon. Ichigo was walking through the hustle and bustle of the streets of Sunagakure. All the people hurried this way and that, children laughed and skipped through the streets and shopkeepers were hanging signs that broadcasted their good to the people. Ichigo thought the entire scene was slightly overwhelming but it was familiar in a way. It reminded her of busy Tokyo in her own dimension. As she walked, a trinket shop caught her eye.

She walked in.

It was a small shop, but cozy. An older woman with a bright smile was arranging goods on the shelves.

"Welcome," the shopkeeper smiled upon noticing Ichigo.

Ichigo smiled and waved at the woman. "Hello, nya. I like your shop."

"See anything that interests you? What's your name?"

"Ichigo."

"Ah, that's a lovely name. I think I might have something for you. What about this bracelet? It surely suits you."

The shopkeeper held up a bracelet of pink and brown beads that had a little strawberry charm on it.

Ichigo's eyes lit in energetic pleasure.

"Oh, it's so pretty, nya!" Ichigo looked at the price and saw it wasn't too expensive. "I'll take it."

Not much later, she was skipping through the streets herself, eyeing the pretty bracelet on her wrist. She had decided to go show her sensei the bracelet when she caught sight of a familiar red-haired boy. He was passing down an alley on the other side of the street. Ichigo hurried towards him down the alley, calling his name cheerfully.

Gaara heard her voice, and turned feeling a want to go to her but stopped himself. He would not fool around with such emotions.

Suddenly, he heard a scream. It sounded like Ichigo.

This time he ran towards the sound. He stopped short when he reached the alley, seeing Ichigo was being attacked by two brutes.

"Let go of me, nya!" Ichigo squirmed helplessly in the two goons' grasp.

"Don't be like that," they teased her. "We won't hurt you. Much."

Ichigo attempted to free herself again but couldn't, when a rush of sand grabbed one of the goons and swept him off his feet.

Ichigo looked up to see who had saved her. "Gaara-kun!"

Gaara dragged both of the brutes away from Ichigo and took them to a place where she could not see what was about to happen to them.

Ichigo was confused. Gaara had come and then he had gone. She stood there for a while, and then went to go find him.

She went up and down the confusing streets of Sunagakure but he was nowhere to be found.

A small while later, the sun was setting. She finally found him walking towards his house.

"Gaara-kun!" she ran towards him. "Where are you going?"

Gaara ignored her and kept walking. Ichigo soon caught up to him.

"Gaara-kun?" Ichigo stared at him. "What's wrong?"

Gaara still wouldn't respond. Upon closer inspection he looked like he was in pain.

Ichigo touched him gently. "Are you okay?"

Gaara pushed her back roughly. Ichigo stumbled backward in surprise and fell to the cold, sandy ground.

Gaara looked at her with his blue eyes. They had an evil gleam in them that was foreboding and chilling. Ichigo shivered. Gaara was holding his head and glaring at her evilly. It didn't seem like the Gaara she knew.

"You should stay away from me," Gaara growled.

Then he disappeared.

Ichigo wrapped her arms around herself.

Now she was thoroughly confused and quite saddened.

Did he not like her anymore? Was he angry at her for some reason? What had she done wrong?

Sand blew across the now empty streets as night fell and tears ran down Ichigo's cheeks.

A/N: Hello people! It's been forever since I updated this. I wrote this when I was younger and have no idea what I was even going to do with this but I plan to finish it anyway. Sorry for the excruciatingly long wait and I hope you will be patient with me. Arigato gozaimasu. :)