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Chapter 2: Gaara and Yashamaru

-X-

Gaara looked out at the dark village, clutching the teddy bear in his hands tightly. The sand blew around him ominously, almost as if he was controlling it, but he wasn't… at least not now he wasn't. Gaara watched as the villagers walked passed him with spite, nobody even going up to the little boy with the sad, emotionless face for fear of his power. They all knew who he was, and what had happened to him, and for that reason he was shunned. For that reason he was attacked continuously… attacked and harassed, called names a child of his age should never be subjected too.

He remembered the first time he had been attacked. The man was definitely drinking, the alcohol strong on his body as if he had been swimming in the beverage. He was drunk, so much so that he attacked Gaara without provocation. Gaara had only been born and then had the bijuu implanted inside of him… He wasn't even old enough to understand why people had been treating him so badly when he was only the host of such an extraordinary power! Weren't people supposed to get to know someone first before they hated them? When the man threw the beer on him, he only started to cry. Why wouldn't he, he was still just a young boy. Next came the shards of the broken glass as the man continually cursed him out. It was becoming a dangerous, unstable situation. Gaara was crying incessantly, telling the man to stop, while the man had not heeded his warnings.

Gaara finally had enough. The sand around the man started to move, flying around as erratically as Gaara was crying. He stopped short, crying for his life as he ran for his life. He knew who Gaara was, and he knew of Shukaku that lived within the boy. The sand chased after the man, encircling him and bringing up in the air. The man's scream was heard, of course, because people were secretly watching. Though no one stopped to help him, or help Gaara when he was in trouble. The sand grew denser, and the pressure on the man's body increased. In a matter of moments, blood rained down, darkening the already dark sand below them. The villagers had all ran away from the scene, leaving a crying Gaara walking back in the dead of the night. Most likely tonight no one would attack him, but that wasn't guaranteed. People would attack him again… they always did.

It wasn't too long that afterward, Gaara started to embrace the hate and the fear that the village presented to him. He didn't want to, but one could only take so much terrorizing before they finally cracked. If people wanted to be afraid of him, he let them. He didn't care anymore, especially since the only person whom he had opened up to was dead. He was betrayed by him, and that was when he let go of all that that man had taught him. He didn't care about love; he didn't believe it existed. He wouldn't care that the only person that could actually make him smile had died, trying to kill him because everything he spewed about love and camaraderie was a lie.

-O-

Gaara sat at the window in the dead of the night, watching the stars overhead. He had just come back home, blood lining his clothes and his face. Those people had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Too bad for them, thought Gaara, not that he cared about whether they deserved to be killed or not.

Behind him, watching with both caution and sadness for their little brother were Temari and Kankuro. They loved their brother, they truly did, but even he didn't care what happened to them. They kept him in line, but only when he wanted to be kept in control. Gaara was so unstable that they just didn't know what to do, but they would never do anything to hurt him.

They had, ever since he was young, loved him, but it wasn't enough to him possibly. Most likely it was because they had been separated. He had to learn to deal with the beast inside of him, while they were taught how to control it if it ever was released unintentionally. Maybe it was true they didn't spend enough time with him, but that only made them want to care for their younger brother even more. Things would change today thought Temari. She wanted him to be happy because when she saw him sad, they were also sad. Said boy looked back, an evil glare in his eyes that made both her and Kankuro take a step back.

"Go on Temari… you are older…" spoke Kankuro.

"I will. This behavior will only be his downfall in the end." As Temari started to walk, she felt a warm light take over her body. She heard a voice.

'I need to take over for a moment Temari.' She knew that voice.

'Uncle…' She felt him smile and things went black as the man took over.

The man walked over to Gaara sitting over at the window. Gaara glared at his 'sister' for a moment, daring her to come near him. She did and he stiffened. Temari pulled a chair and sat next to Gaara.

"Gaara… it's been so long… you have grown so much…"

"Get away from me," said Gaara eying her menacingly. Although he disregarded his family, he knew they were there. He spoke again when she didn't move, a deep, low voice. "Temari, I will not tell you again…"

Temari smiled and Gaara was taken aback. "Remember what I talked to you about years ago? It's the emotional scars that are the hardest to heal, remember?" Gaara looked at Temari, his mouth disbelieving.

"How… how do you know about that?"

"I told you about it." The man possessing Temari laughed, rubbing his neck just like was normal to him.

"Yashamaru…" said Gaara, looking at his sister with disbelief. The shock and awe was soon replaced by anger, and sadness, and his sand was expelled, surrounding the girl. "Why the HELL did you come back?! You betrayed me, and you think I will let you talk to me like this?!"

"Gaara, please calm down. This is your sister's body, you don't want to hurt her do you?" he laughed.

"I could care less. Mankind is only here for me to destroy, and if she gets in my way then she can go to. I can love no one but myself…"

"Gaara, how did you turn out like this…" whispered Yashamaru.

"Why?! Because of people like you! You all had the same hateful eyes. No matter what I tried to do to get a friend, to make someone not hate me…" Gaara closed his eyes, reminiscing about the malice filled times he had in the Sand. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Yashamaru's eyes. They were sad and regretful… but why? Gaara made the sand rage even more, actually grabbing Temari's body.

"Gaara stop!" yelled Kankuro trying to get her out of harm's way, but she told him to stop.

"But…"

Yashamaru looked away from his nephew and looked at Gaara. "Gaara I am sorry. I am not going to go into details as to why I had to do what I did, but I want you to know that I did love you. You were my sister's child and even though I wanted to hate you… I just couldn't." The sand had loosened, Yashamaru felt, and he took that as a chance to walk towards Gaara. "You were so much like her, my sister, that I couldn't hate you. Overtime I wanted to care for you and make you smile. You had a hard life and I only made it worse when I tried to kill you, but I truly did love you Gaara." Gaara had faltered for a moment and Yashamaru took that as a chance to step up to his nephew. Yashamaru extended his arms and took Gaara into a tight embrace. "I should've done this earlier, Gaara; I am sorry."

The sand had frozen, falling to the ground as the boy felt the warmth and the truth in his uncle's hug. He started to cry, almost like he was back in the past where the only person who he had thought cared about him was this man, his uncle. Tears fell like waterworks now as Gaara realized what he had done. He hadn't done anything about the emotional scars he had, like Yashamaru had said, there was only one way to heal those wounds and that was by love.

Gaara had held onto Yashamaru, feeling a pang of guilt for hating him for all these years. What had he been doing all these years with his hatred? Yashamaru lifted himself from Temari's body, encompassing the whole house in a warm embrace. Temari awoke on Gaara's shoulder, and she quickly pulled away, apologizing for being on him. Gaara looked at her.

"It's okay Temari."

"Temari?" asked Kankuro with worry.

"Kankuro, what happened?"

"Well I think whatever Uncle did worked." They both looked at their brother. Though he was still covered in blood from his earlier night's activities, he had a different air to him. His eyes had changed and they could tell from the difference in his eyes.

It wasn't the child's fault that he had grown up in a world that had only showed him hatred. All he needed was a little love. Just one touch would have been enough to stop him a long time ago…

-X-

A/N: I chose Yashamaru because I feel that he actually loved Gaara even if he did try kill him, and I don't know if that one chapter (the later one where Gaara was told everything by his dad after he was reincarnated) that Yasha actually regretted what he did, but I took it as so, so I made this.