Wind of Truth & Sands of Change
Ugly Emotions
024. Kids!
Kankuro stretched forward and stirred the bowl carefully. He dipped his finger in the mixture and licked it. Chocolate. He really loved chocolate. Yashamaru gently took the bowl from him and told him he was going to put the mixture in the oven to bake.
Kankuro asked if he could lick the spoon.
Yashamaru shook his head and said that eating batter wasn't healthy. A little while later Kankuro saw Gaara sitting on the floor licking the chocolate-covered spoon.
He hated kids.
025. Hate
Hate is such an ugly word, Temari.
Don't you say you hate anyone, it's not nice.
You should be kinder.
Be more like your mother, she never hated anyone.
Temari scowled. What did they know? Who were they to tell her such things when each and every one of the members of the village looked upon the small red-headed boy with fear, with trepidation.
With hate.
They were just hypocrites.
They all looked upon Gaara with unadulterated hate
026. The Shinobi Way
Kankuro's fists clenched.
He was a shinobi.
Shinobi's weren't supposed to show emotion. They weren't supposed to care. All the things he loved were only a hindrance. He picked up a small puppet on his dresser.
It was a toy. His very first puppet.
Temari had given it to him a few years back when he was much younger. He was older, six now, and he was going to become a shinobi.
Kankuro broke the puppet in half.
Family was only a hindrance. Love for family was not the shinobi way. He had to be cold, like the Kazekage.
He was a shinobi.
He would not love Temari anymore.
She was not his sister, from this point on.
And if she tried to be his sister, tried to be 'loving', he would draw the line and never speak to her again. He couldn't love. He shouldn't love.
He was a shinobi
That last one makes me feel all sad…