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'No! How could you do this uncle?' The young boy was in tears. All he had been doing was sitting on the roof in pity once more looking at the moon and stars when all of a sudden several kunai were blocked by Shukaku's sand. He had turned around to find a stranger and he commanded his sand to attack his assassin. Only when his sand had caught him and he had revealed the assassin's identity did he realize the mistake he had made.

"You did well," Yashamaru said to him. Gaara broke down in tears. His own uncle tried to kill him...
"Yashimaru! If I was precious to you..." confusion was the only thing on Gaara's mind. He kept going back to those moments when Yashamaru was concerned... or at least acted concerned for his sake. Like he cared... he was the only one who had shown "care."
"It was an order. You see, I was ordered to kill you, Gaara, by Lord Kazekage, your father."
Shock overwhelmed him. "My father... why me? Why would my father..."
"You were born with the Shukaku, a living sand spirit inside of you. All these years you have been watched and studied as part of a great experiment. It became clear that you could never control it, the Shukaku that posses the power of the sand itself. The day is coming when your existence will be too dangerous for the village. It had to be done before then."
"You had to obey my father. You didn't have any choice?" Learning this, he had a small smile of relief among his streaming tears.
"You're wrong, I had a choice. Yes, Lord Kazekage made his wishes known to me, but I could've refused if I wanted to. I suppose it's because deep in my heart I hate you, Gaara. I've always hated you. My sister died bring you into this world. I can't forgive you for that. I told myself you were all that was left of her, that since I loved her, I should love you. I tried, but I never could. It wasn't her choice to have you, to be made a human sacrifice, and so she died cursing this village. The day she died I felt a wound in my heart that I knew would never heal. Your name is the one your mother gave you. Your name is Gaara, the demon that only loves itself as you must love no one else, and care for no one's existence but your own, and fight only for yourself, and that way you will be sure to survive. This is the dying gift your mother left you but not out of maternal affection, it was not for love that she gave you your name, it was from her undying rage for this village, it was part of her curse that you should survive and grow. Her hate lives on in you. You were never loved Gaara, never. But now, this is the end."

Yashamaru unzipped his ninja vest for Gaara to see dozens of paper bombs were strapped to him. They all ignited at once and Yashamaru blew himself up. The sand protects the boy once more, but even if he was not hit by the bombs, there was a hole left in his heart. How could he not? He had just learned not long ago that there was a medicine for his loneliness and hurting heart, and he had said both he and his sister gave him that, then he just tore down his words. The one person alive he thought had any care for him just said he never had, he had only hated and resented him for the death of his sister. All trust was lost. Hope, love, there was no chance of him finding it, the demon that only loves itself.

The deserted boy screamed in pain and willed the sand to injure him, leaving a bloody scar on his forehead: the sign of love. The sign that would remind him that his love is only his, there was no love he could give to anyone else. Everyone was scum, everyone deserted one another for their own selfish ambitions. Pain was the only thing in this world, no chance for peace.

And tomorrow, everyone would know what had happened tonight, and he knew everyone would just mock him, run from him, leave him out of their lives, especially since he was supposed to start the Academy tomorrow. They would only give him more pain. 'It'd be best for me to just separate myself from all of them, no matter what. My only purpose with this curse of mine is to kill, my duty is to survive for myself and only myself. No one else matters. Only me.'

He ventured down to his room, still covered in tears. He passed his brother, his sister, looking at him in disappointment and sadness, then his father behind them, looking at him... in hate. "Murderer..."

He ran to his room now. It was true, no one loved him. He went directly to his bed and started crying more. An infinite amount of tears could still never describe his sadness and loneliness. All he had wanted was to be loved and acknowledged, but he was only recognized to be a demon and monster. That was how everyone thought of him as. The tears kept on flowing until he drifted into a five minute sleep before Shukaku could do anything.

"MaMa, how often does something like this happen?" Matsuri called to our mom as she rain down the wooden stairs. She worried at the smallest thing, but this did not seem small for once. She had a right to worry this time.

"I don't know girls. This is the first time I've seen something like this, but it looks to me that the Shukaku is on a rampage. I wonder if the Kazekage is finally carrying out his plan?"

"What type of plan is this?" Hinata asked her mother, very quizzical at the current events taking place.

"A plan to save the village from later destruction."