Wind of Truth & Sands of Change
Loneliness
005. No One Cares
Gaara's bear lay on the floor. Torn apart. Completely destroyed. He'd destroyed it. Its black button eye stared up at him. His sand closed around the small toy eye and crushed it. It was just dust now.
Now, nobody cared. Not even his toy. He was destined to be alone after all.
006. Lost Family
She was young when she realized the truth. She was still a child when she discovered the lies.
Adults were supposed to know everything. Adults were supposed to be smart. Adults pretended to know all.
They knew absolutely nothing.
They knew less than children. And because she'd believed their intentions somewhat in the beginning, because she'd convinced herself they knew more than she, it was too late.
The family that could've been could no longer be.
She had no right to call herself a sister to either of her brothers. She'd let them down. She let them drift away. She let them grow up alone.
She'd grown up alone.
007. Watching the Rift
He didn't have anyone to talk to. He never did.
So, what Gaara did was watch. He didn't watch just anyone, he watched those they called his family. He watched Kankuro work on his puppets. He watched Temari train with a fan. The more he watched, the more he came to realize the truth. They were all alone. The only companions his siblings had were the tools they were tuning to use for killing.
Somehow the two had grown apart
008. What Family?
Gaara had never had a family. The closest he had was Yashamaru and that man had hated him. Had tried to kill him.
Temari never took care of him, or argued with him, or talked to him like she did with Kankuro. His father, the Kazekage, wanted him dead. His mother was dead. Gaara had raised himself. It was just himself and the Shukaku. The Shukaku whispering things inside his head at all times of the day.
And even the Shukaku wanted to hurt him.