Wind of Truth & Sands of Change
Where's the Love?
016. Who Do We Live With Now?
Kankuro looked at Temari. He didn't understand what was going on. He was a little kid, so no one bothered to tell him anything.
No one ever did.
"Temari," Kankuro began, he looked at all the adults milling around, but rested on one person in particular. "Are we gonna have to live with the Kazekage now?" He watched the man. None of the kids called him father. They had at one point, but now he was just the Kazekage.
Kazekage-sama.
Temari looked at her little brother. She looked just as confused and hesitant as he felt. "I don't know." She whispered. "I really don't know."
017. Almost Love
The blood mingled with the sand as yet another assassinator died. He was still too young to have killed as many as he had. The killing was starting to grow on him. The smell wasn't very appealing, but when he killed…the Shukaku's voice stopped being quite as loud and the world seemed to slow down in peace. Shukaku grumbled in content satisfaction and Gaara almost felt loved.
018. Different
Gaara didn't understand. "Yashamaru, aren't fathers supposed to care for you?"
Yashamaru halted his task of chopping carrots. "Our family," he said softly, "Our family is different, Gaara."
He nodded, but Gaara really didn't understand. He felt there was something wrong with it all. He didn't think that his father should hire people to kill him, even if they were a different kind of family
019. Eyes
He was only a little kid.
But he could tell there was something different.
They toys stopped coming, that was his first indication that something had changed.
What really proved that something was different was the look in the man's eyes. Not that his eyes had ever been warm or friendly, but they became cold. He hardly ever saw him, but when he did, Gaara knew.
Gaara only saw a very ugly emotion in his father's eyes.
Hate.
A/N: Next set are happy ones! I promise.