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"There's pain, life hurts. There's a thousand things you think you don't deserve. All hope, is lost. When you spend it all and just can't beat the odds. I bet you don't curse God." -Christina Grimmie
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"Let me see her!"
Yoshiro stared down at the Kazekage's son. His eyes were tired, with dark bags underneath them. He had been awake for 72 hours straight, watching over his daughter. And now, the jinchuriki was at his door asking to see her.
Yoshiro's eyes narrowed, cautiously scanning the young boy.
He was young. His skin pale and his eyes a sea green. Though he looked innocent, Yoshiro knew better. This innocent child had already killed three jonin.
"What do you want with my daughter?" He almost hissed out.
Gaara flinched, looking down and hugging the brown teddy bear in his hands. Around the bear's neck was a red ribbon, tied into a bow.
"I-I… I wanted to make sure… Kaida-chan was okay…" He stuttered, clutching the bear nervously. Yoshiro frowned, his heart at a confused state.
"...How do you know my daughter?" Yoshiro asked, calmer than before. Gaara looked up, staring into his eyes. "S-She's my friend!" He stated confidently.
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Gaara stood over Kaida's body, the slow breaths coming from her mouth made him worry.
The moment he heard she was injured, he ran all the way over to her house on the outskirts of Suna. He made his father tell him where she lived.
Now that he saw her, he wished he didn't. His heart began to feel pain, watching her breath so slow and look so pale. She, even though they had just met, impacted his life. With barely 48 hours, she managed to give Gaara happiness. And now… she was going to be taken away from him.
Why? Why did life have to be so cruel? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhyw-
Gaara took her small hand in his, squeezing it gently. He felt hot tears run down his cheek.
In barely 48 hours, this one girl made him feel loved. The love he longed for. The love he had never experienced. Even though they had just met, she accepted him. Even though he almost killed her, she still wanted to be his friend.
And now she was dying.
Gaara held her hand close to his chest as he cried over her form.
"Please… don't leave me alone…"
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The sky was illuminated with fire. So much fire. Smoke polluted the air and hung over the village in a dark cloud. And in the depths of the cloud of smoke, was a dragon.
A beautiful, white-scaled dragon. That was rampaging over the village.
I could only watch. I could only listen. I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move?
Another scream meant another death. Another cry meant another injury. And I could only listen.
The dragon roared in the sky, flying high only to send a storm of fire down. I didn't realize I was crying.
"A beautiful sight isn't it?"
I turned and there stood a wispy shape of a ghost. He was a shadow, standing next to me on the grassy hill and watching the destruction play out. He smiled, showing his sharp, shark-like teeth.
"Destruction, chaos, and fear… I can feel them die… everyone of them."
When he spoke, I felt shivers run down my spine. With each word, I felt more and more nauseous.
He turned, "You are not from this world. You do not belong here."
I wanted to move. I needed to move away.
"I know you. I have known you. The power you possess, the burdens you bear, the lives you have ruined. I see it all in your eyes."
No.
"How much longer shall you continue like you are? Trying to fix things that you aren't supposed to?"
It smiled at me.
"I shall find you. I shall end you once and for all."
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I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart racing at a million miles per hour. My eyes wide and my body freezing. My skin extra pale and my throat dry.
I was safe. I was alive. I was in the hospital.
Looking down, I noticed Gaara sleeping in a chair next to me. His bangs falling over his eyes and a brown teddybear in his grasp. I let out a relaxed sigh, falling back onto my pillow.
"Goodmorning Kai-chan."
I turned, looking up to my father who had a grim look on his face. "Otou-san." I acknowledged.
He nodded. "How are you feeling?"
"Better I suppose. My neck aches and my muscles hurt."
"Good. They'll be better in no time."
"How long have I been out?"
"Around 87 hours by now. It's midnight."
I smiled, looking down to Gaara's sleeping figure.
"...He hasn't left your side. He refused to eat or sleep. I guess exhaustion took over." My father said. He didn't mention the fact that I was now friends with the jinchuriki.
"...Otou-san… You know what happened to me don't you?" I said, looking into my father's guilty eyes.
My father nodded.
"I wish for an explanation." I stated.
My father nodded again.
"Tomorrow morning, I will explain everything to you. For now, sleep. You must be tired." My father said, walking over to my bed and picking Gaara up before placing him besides me. "The Kazekage knows he is here and due to Gaara being so stubborn and intent on staying with you, the Kazekage permitted him to stay with us for the night."
"Oh." I said, a bit shocked.
My dad shifted uncomfortably. "So… when did you… meet?"
"The party. I'm sure you suspected though."
"Ah. I did."
I smiled, running a hand through Gaara's hair. "Where's mum?"
"Home. She's been worried sick about you so I insisted she go home and rest."
"Hm…"
I looked down, shifting a bit on the hospital bed. "... Otou-san… does this have anything to do with my hair…? The color?" I asked, playing a bit with my white hair.
My father said nothing, but after a moment, he nodded.
I stayed silent.
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Gaara was surprisingly a deep sleeper.
And very clingy.
But comfortable.
As he slept besides me, I couldn't help but examine his face. There really wasn't anything better to do, seeing as couldn't go to sleep. At all.
You shouldn't really expect me to after almost dying. And besides, I had a massive headache.
Laying down next to Gaara and combing my fingers through his hair felt nice. Gaara had always been one of my favorite characters. As a child, he was exceptionally cute. His hair was shorter than it was is Shippuden, his eyes were softer and his voice was high shifted in his sleep, mumbling softly as he leaned into my hand. I smiled.
He reminded me of the little brother I've always wanted. Except cuter.
Gaara's eyes stirred, slowly opening after a moment. He looked into mine, his eyes widening. "K-Kaida-chan?"
I smiled warmly. "Ohayo Panda-kun."
Gaara teared up, his nose dribbling with snot as he embraced me tightly. "Kaida-chan! Kaida-chan!" He kept crying over and over. I hugged him back, letting him cry into my shoulder.
"Shhh it's alright Gaara… Everything's alright." I said softly, trying to comfort the young boy. He shook in my arms.
"P-Please don't leave me…" He whimpered, before falling limp in my arms. I realized he was fast asleep. Go figure.
I smiled, laying him down and laying next to him, suddenly finding myself exhausted.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
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Gaara refused to leave in the morning. Literally. He wouldn't stop clinging onto me even when Kankuro came by the hospital.
"No!"
"G-Gaara come on, dad's gonna-"
"I don't care! I'm not leaving Kaida-chan!"
"Gaara, seriously you don't need to yell…"
"No! I'm not leaving her!"
I sighed, patting Gaara's head. "Geez Gaara-kun, keep squeezing me like that and I might just crinkle like a piece of paper."
Gaara blushed, his face turning as bright as his red hair.
I laughed, acting as if it were no big deal and rubbing his head. He was so cute. "It's fine. Go back with Kankuro and I'll see you later alright?" I said, smiling warmly at him.
Gaara bit his lip, his face mixed with confusion as he debated whether or not he should leave.
"...A...alright…"
With much reluctance, (and after a million heart flips from me), he let me go and left with Kankuro. I waved him goodbye, closing the door behind him and walking back to the hospital bed.
The hospital bed was kinda uncomfortable, with lumps in the mattress and creaks every time I moved. Although it didn't really bother me. Sleep wasn't all important to me anyways.
An hour later, my dad came in. His hair looked messy, he had bags under his eyes. I felt bad how exhausted he looked.
"Kai." He acknowledged.
I nodded back.
He walked slowly, the silence in the hospital room made me kind of uncomfortable. I could kinda hear the dramatic piano music.
He sat in the chair besides my bed where Gaara was.
He let out a sigh. A sigh that told me how tired he actually was.
"...So… I guess I should start from the beginning." He said, his dark blue eyes looking up to mine.
I nodded.
"Have you ever wondered… why we named you Kaida? Why the Kuroba clan is so small? Why we live on the edge of Suna?"
"Yes, yes, and yes."
My dad chuckled. "Well… it's all focused on one story…"
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"A long time ago, when there was peace, there lived the dragons."
"There were six total. One for each element. Fire, water, earth, lightning, air, life, and death."
"When the dragons were old and grey, they decided to live on by bonding their spirits with those of a human. It was risky, but eventually each picked out a clan to devote themselves to. In exchange for letting them bond, they let the person they've bonded to use their incredible power."
"But the dragon of life began to change. Surprising isn't it? The dragon of life turning on the others. It began to great dragon war. Most shinobi don't know about it. Only the clans involved do."
"In the end, the dragon of life and it's vessel destroyed and cut off the bond between the dragon of air and earth. Afraid of the outcomes, the rest of the dragons decided to join forces to stop the rogue. They banded together, merging into a single dragon and into a single vessel."
"They sealed off the dragon of life, for he was too strong to destroy completely, and everything was at peace."
"Although… the dragon power that was contained in the vessel after the original was too much to bare. Each vessel would die during the sealing process."
"The clan of the original began to die out at a rapid pace because of it. Finally, most gave up."
"Without a vessel, the dragons began to lose power. Very slowly."
"Until finally, a baby girl with white hair was born. A daughter of the original clan and a branch of the clan of the dragon of life."
"The elders believed it was a sign. And so they waited. They waited until she was old enough to hold the dragon spirits within her."
"When the parents were aware of the plans for their child, they escaped. They ran away to a distant country where they lived in safety, away from the destiny that awaited their child."
Yoshiro frowned, looking at his white haired daughter. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"...And I failed. They found us and endangered your life." He said. "You almost died because of me. You could have died because of me. Me and my foolishness…"
Kaida pursed her lips, reaching out a han and taking her father's large, sturdy hand in hers.
"Otou-san… it's alright. I'm alive." She said softly.
He smiled softly. "Yes you are, but now your destiny awaits you because of me. You are forced into something you did not have a say in. I'm… I'm so sorry Kai."
Kaida shook her head. "I don't mind. Please stop beating yourself up over this."
Yoshiro didn't speak.
There was nothing else to say.
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So that's that.
After my dad left, I was left to my thoughts. Did this make me some overpowered mary-sue? I hope not.
I stared out the window, watching the birds fly past my window.
Dragons huh?
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Chapter End.
Author's note: HEY
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Hey guys, just want to explain some stuff.
Okay so the reason Gaara is so easy going and so clingy is because he had never had any friends before this. The citizens were afraid of him right? This means, like most lonely, young children, he is very open to make new friends. And because he's still VERY young and VERY lonely, it would make sense that he became so attached to Kaida so easily.
KAIDA IS NOT MARY SUE.
It may seem like it now, but I have a whole plot for the whole dragon thing. I added it for a reason which will be revealed later I promise! Please bare with me with the crappy plot for now!
I know this seems like a self insert, but surprisingly, it's not. I and Kaida are quite different.
I hope this cleared some stuff up!
Thanks for the reviews and support, it really helps me!
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