A/N: Ah...Well...This is part One of Three of this chapter. Hence why it is so short. I assume that it's easier to read when it's shorter than when it's longer. That, and the next two chaptesr are going to be formatted slightly different. I will not confuse myself further! As quick summary... In this shot, Gaara is old enough to travel alone. He goes to find his beloved Lee, but what does he find? Hrm, Hrm, Hrm! The devastation! Or not. Please remember that I LOVE critical responses, if you do not enjoy the story, please tell me so. If you do enjoy the story, please tell me! In any case, I hope you DO enjoy this segment!

Bastard Creature,

Fiend that rules my heart and mind.

Why do you torment me so?

Do I hate you?

Do I love you?

Your name is on my heart.

Your heart is on my mind.

Why?

Why?

It had been so long, oh demon-sent

Since that time in the snow.

The world turned and spun, I felt as though I were wasting away without your light.

But finally, finally I returned to you.

I was old enough to leave the sand behind on my own.

I didn't need a guide.

My sand remembered you

It led me to you.

To your world of green and wetness

The clouds blocked the sun's shine and more moisture pelted me.

Nothing mattered but to see you,

To bask in your presence.

I arrived in your village, Konaha had long since grown.

Did you know, oh demon, that I had to ask around for you?

"Training grounds, with his Gai-Sensei."

They all told me, while trying not to stare.

I'm a strange creature, you know.

Who was this 'Gai-Sensei?'

My curiosity flared to life, and I hurried to find you.

When I found you, I could not believe how you'd grown.

Your hair was much the same, glossy and shaped.

But good God! So tall! So muscular!

I could see every inch of you, through that silly green outfit.

Then I saw the blood.

It dripped off your hands.

The ungrateful ground sucking it in.

Why did you smile?

You swung at a log with bloodied fists with glorious speed.

I would have been in awe,

Were I not shocked by the liquid dripping.

And the man encouraging the insanity.

He looked just like you, but different.

He sported the same brows, hair, and green.

I could see it in his eyes.

The love, the adoration, the pride.

And through the glass of your beautiful eyes, I saw it reflected.

You loved this man?

That filthy slab of meat?

Though he caused you pain?

Spilled your red life on undeserving earth?

I was angry.

Something snapped inside my heart, inside my mind.

I was there, beside him, beside you.

Livid.

I wanted to rip that man's eyes out and shove them through his throat.

I would hold his heart in my palm

A present for you.

The look on his face showed me he wasn't expecting me,

But God! He was so fast.

The sand barely caught him, but he brushed it off as though it were nothing.

He flew, oh tainted creature

As though wings were attached to his toes.

My sand was the only thing between his fists and feet

And myself.

It was only a game though. He wouldn't make it through this.

I trapped him under the sand.

A bird in a cage.

I planned to rip those wings off.

Something unexpected happened though.

You know it very well though, don't you?

My sand would never touch you, never scratch you.

It melted away as you came for me

You touched my skin when I wasn't looking.

Your fist planted against my cheek, and sent me flying.

You hit me.

You,

Hit me.

I struggled with this.

No one had ever dared touch me

Less, hit me.

Was that how you returned love?

Couldn't you see that I was going to kill that man for you, out of love?

It hurt. The pain spread through my body

Freezing my heart.

Was your love associated with this pain?

I remember your eyes

Your glorious eyes.

You looked at me as though I were a monster.

A monster!

And you wanted to kill me.

Do you remember this?

Does it plague you in your sleep now?

I left quickly before anything would touch me further.

The sand hissed and swirled taking me to a home

Away from home.

It came while I sat alone, carving your name on my heart.

Carving your heart on my head.

It hurt, it hurt.

Do I love you?

Do I hate you?

It torments me.

The mark on my forehead won't let me forget.

Never let me forget.