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Thanks for coming back to read Chapter 2, everyone, and if you haven't read chapter 1, go do that! :) This chapter's really short, but this is just leading up, so the third chapter will be longer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or and of the characters in Naruto. Darn it! lol ;)
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A Story for Myself
A Naruto fanfic
Chapter 2
Shukaku
"Gaara, come in, we were just about to start making pottery," Kurenai smiled at him before looking around the room. Gaara half smiled back, an apology for being late.
"You can work with Sakura, since Ino just went to the nurse," the art teacher said.
"Thank you, Ms. Kurenai, and my apologies for being late," Gaara responded quietly. With Kurenai it was better to stay on her good side. The teachers here were all a little odd.
"No problem," she said happily before going on with her lesson about pottery to the class.
Gaara ignored the curious stares he received from the rest of his classmates. He was used to those kinds of stares by now.
Sakura smiled at him happily. Beside Naruto, who was one of Gaara's best friends, Sakura was his other best friend. She had pink hair, and beautiful green eyes. She was wearing light blue faded and ripped jeans and a red American Eagle Polo shirt. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked.
"Thank God you came," Sakura mumbled so Kurenai couldn't hear her. "I was afraid I would have to be stuck with Ino-pig for this whole assignment."
Gaara smiled when he heard this. Everyone knew that Sakura and Ino had the oddest rival-friendship ever. But Gaara was also glad because she seemed equally happy to have him as a partner.
You know you're better than this.
Gaara glanced around the room only half paying attention to Kurenai's lesson.
Who just said that?
I did.
Suddenly Gaara felt a pinching throb in his head. His mind went blank and he could only watch in horror as a raging battle came into view around him.
Sounds of clashing swords and metal came from every direction as Gaara stood in the center of a battlefield. There were men surrounding him in a huge circle. They all held weapons and were posed ready to attack Gaara.
What? Where the hell am I? He twisted around quickly, but a man came forward and tried to slash at him. He closed his eyes, panicking. This all felt so real, like a memory that was tangible.
He heard a man cry out in pain, right in front of him. Opening one eye he saw the man who had charged at him, twisted at wrong angles like he hand been crushed by a huge hand. His blood mixed with the sand on the ground, and the rest of the men around Gaara had fear carved in their faces. All the same, the fear turned into anger and over 50 men with swords and bows and arrows charged at Gaara, all at the same time. Dunking down, Gaara closed his eyes again, trying not to picture the mangled body of the first man who had tried to kill him while he waited to die.
How did he just suddenly die like that? Gaara couldn't get the image out of his head as his hands over his ears muffled the sounds of cries of agony coming from all around him. He heard screams and squashing sounds alike for what seemed like ages but was probably only a few minutes.
Open your eyes, Gaara, I can't see. It was the same voice he had heard before all this had happened.
Slowly Gaara lifted his head and opened his eyes to the gray sky, not looking at the ground.
Much better, thank you. The voice was deep, a sinister voice that didn't really sound too human.
He heard a few more squashing sounds before feeling a wetness splatter onto the right side of his face and arm.
Even slower, he turned his head to see a man, covered in blood with a sword in his hand, the sword only a foot away from Gaara's face. The man had blood dripping from his mouth as he just stood there, held upright by an invisible force.
Gaara had never seen something so gruesome. He caught a glimpse of red and wiped the sticky liquid off of his face. Then he looked down at his hand.
It was blood. His whole right arm was splattered heavily with blood.
What have I done? Gaara's eyes pinched shut, but he couldn't wake up.
The worst part was that he felt everything.
He felt every dead soul and all the sadness of everyone who ever loved them after they found out that they were dead.
He felt their death, their last wishes and hopes; he felt their destinies ending.
He felt the pain that all of the men lying dead around him had felt in the moment of their death.
Slowly Gaara stood up, and studied the scene before him in a circle. The sky was over cast and it started to rain. There was a mixture of sand and grass beneath him, like he was at the edge of a desert.
But he didn't look at the sprawling bodies strewn across the ground in a circle around him. He didn't look at the blood or the faces filled with horror. He couldn't. He had had too much.
What's wrong with me?
Ah, so you've now witnessed the Battle of Desert's Edge. And then you ask yourself what's wrong with you? What about what's wrong with them. Why were they trying to kill you?
They were trying… to kill me…?
WHAT ELSE DID IT LOOK LIKE THEY WERE TRYING TO DO? The voice boomed. This time it wasn't in Gaara's head, it was all around him, like he was in IT'S head instead.
Who ARE you? Gaara shook his head slowly.
I am a part of you, Gaara of the Desert.
Gaara of the Desert? What are you talking about?
You are Gaara, are you not? The voice said impatiently.
Yes, and I was born in Suna, but I live in Konoha now.
The desert is a part of you, Gaara, and so am I, the one tailed beast of the sand, Shukaku.
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Oooo, So Gaara has a beast inside of him! Lol like we didn't know that one. Well thanks for reading all the way too the end, and their will be another chapter coming soon. Hope you liked it, please reveiw, review, review, I love reviews!
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