Post by Roxas on Mar 27, 2012 11:16:19 GMT -5
"The sealing of Shukaku was successful, Lord Kazekage." Elder Chiyo said, bowing respectfully to the ruler of the village despite her protests over the use of the Sand Demon. She had seen people's reactions to those with half demon blood, the fear that radiated from those around them that they'd snap at any moment. The Kazekage's yet unborn son would experience this ten fold. He held no demon blood, but yet he carried one, when people angered him, he wouldn't snap and indulge in his demon blood, he'd release a powerful demon onto the world with minimum control over it. Chiyo just wanted to reverse the process whilst she could, no child deserved to suffer under that much pressure and hatred. "Lord Kazekage, your wife reports that the boy is restless, he does not sleep and instead shifts restlessly within her and in turn offers her no sleep. She fears the process will force her to birth prematurely." The Kazekage waved off her words, none would show such disrespect to an elder, but he had known her a long time.
"She is secondary. My son comes first." He said bluntly, forcing Chiyo to raise her wrinkled brow in shock.
"Lord Kazekage..." She breathed "You would kill your wife over a child whom you have condemned to a life of hatred?!" She scoffed, an action she wouldn't have got away with had she not know the Kazekage when he had been a boy. She looked for that boy now under the wide brimmed hat and mask that covered all but his eyes. Those green eyes. Where was the young boy who had inherited the position of Kazekage and vowed to protect this village at all costs? Now he was willing to place a sand demon in the middle of it in order to expand the villages borders a couple of miles.
"Yes. He will be all the stronger for the hatred. Now go, Chiyo. I want you to keep an eye on the child and make sure that he is born safely, if he is not, it will be on your head." Those green eyes bored into her and she knew that the threat was no joke, the venom in his voice forced her to take a few steps back before turning and leaving the room with a growl.
The birthing would not go perfectly like the Kazekage wanted. Gaara would be born into this world prematurely through the use of a C-Section. His mother died in the process and the boy appeared sickly, but Chiyo would confirm the presence of Shukaku within the boy and that was enough for the Kazekage to be satisfied, he was however unhappy with Chiyo's messy C-Section. Nothing would happen to her, no, but her grandson would get home to find both of his parents murdered in cold blood by the Kazekage's agents. The boy would never be the same after that.
Four years later...
"Hey! Throw it over here!" A street urchin cries as his friend tosses him the ball. The kid giggles as he runs with it, his friends chasing behind him in an attempt to get the ball from him. One leaps and tackles his friend, sending the ball flying into the air and sending it splashing into the river where it started flowing downriver away from the group.
"Ahhh Dakomaru! It took us a month to save up for that ball, and now you've gone and lost it!" But to everyone's surprise, the ball started floating out of the water, supported by the sand and silt of the river bed. The ball floated to the shore and over the children's heads, their eyes following as it dropped into the hands of a small, red-haired, pale green-eyed boy who appeared too short for his age. Gaara smiled, thick black rings lined his eyes as he held the ball forth for the children.
"He-here ya' go.." He said meekly. The others stared at him for a moment before screaming.
"It's him!"
"The demon carrier!"
"It's Gaara!"
"Don't hurt us!"
"You freak!"
"Just go and die why don't you?!"
"Nobody even likes you!"
Gaaras breathing became more laboured with every comment, until it came to the end where he was panting and growling. Sand from the floor rose up behind him as he tightened his grip on the leather ball. Sand curled around it before compacting, crushing the ball into near nothing, and then releasing it, the ball flopping limply to the ground as tears streamed freely down his face. "You're a monster!" One child cried before they all started fleeing.
...you're a monster...
...you're a monster...
...you're a monster...
"...YOU'RE A MONSTER...
"I-I'm not a... Monster..."
"I'M NOT A MONSTER!"
Gaara screamed as he stamped a foot and clenched his fist, huge tendrils of sand snakes out of the desert floor and chased after the young children, who were screaming in terror back to the village. The nearest was grabbed by the neck, the second by the leg and the third around the waist. Gaara stood with a small hand outstretched, ready to close it and end them, but a shadow moved past them right up to Gaara.
"Gaara! No!"
His uncle, Yashamaru tackled into Gaara and sent him sprawling into the sand. "Gaara!" His uncle cried down at him as sand automatically beat at him in Gaara's defence. "Gaara stop!" The red haired boy looked up with big blue eyes at his beaten uncle who winced at cuts on his face.
"U-uncle... Yashamaru?" Gaara said meekly as tears streamed down his face.
"Gaara! Let them go!" The young boy let his clenching hand fall limp, the sand falling from the kids who instantly started running awy from the scene. Yashamaru stood up before offering a hand to help Gaara up. Once both were standing, Yashamaru knelt down to Gaara's height and frowned at him with a sigh. "Gaara, why did you do that?" Gaara looked down, avoiding the piercing gaze of his uncle.
"Th-they.. Called me a... Monster..." Yashamaru chewed on his lip as if torn between two choices.
"Well, they weren't right to do that... But it didn't warrant you crippling, if not killing them! If a man threatens your family, those you love, then it's in your own defence to stop them... But name calling is no reason to, Gaara, that would make you a monster... Do you want to be a monster?" The boy shook his head violently.
"No!" Yashamaru smiled.
"Good... Then you won't do it again, will you?" He tousled Gaara's hair as he always did before standing up to his full height. "Let's go clean me up then!" He lightly touched one of the cuts on his face "That sand of yours packs quite the punch!"
As they walked, Gaara admired his uncle. He was a tall and graceful man with feminine features, many thought him to be the identical twin of his sister, Gaara's mother, rather than just fraternal twins. He had sandy brown hair which fell down to his neck, with short bangs above his eyes, and chocolate eyes which highlighted his always smiling face. Gaara admired his uncle more than his father, the Kazekage. As chief medical officer he was tasked with caring for Gaara who, born prematurely, had a number of health defects. Gaara wanted to follow in his footsteps and learn medical spells rather than becoming a shinobi for the village and fighting for it, he didn't like fighting, he always hurt people.
Stepping into Yashamaru's home, Gaara ran over to the window and looked out with a smile. "It'll be yours one day..." Yashamaru said with an equally large smile as he walked up to the window and looked out over the village. "Your father is Kazekage, and you after him. The people will love you, Gaara. You'll keep then safe." Gaara's smile dropped as he looked up at Yashamaru.
"Why... Why can't you do it... Uncle Yashamaru?" He asked "Wh-why can't you be Kazekage?" Yashamaru simply chuckled.
"I can't. The Kazekage blood runs in your fathers line, not your mothers..." He looked at the picture of his sister on a table next to the window. "I'd be called a traitor if I elected myself to be Kazekage, they'd call for my sisters son... She loved you Gaara, even before you were born, she loved you." Gaara chewed his lip as his uncle went about attaching bandages and ointments to the various cuts and bruises on his body. When he came back, with his body as treated as best as it could, Gaara blurted out a question.
"What's love?" he said as he tripped over his own tongue and fumbled the words out. Yashamaru frowned for a moment as he thought of an adequate answer.
"Well... Love is the hearts desire to serve someone who is precious to you, to watch over them." He smiled at his own ability to answer Gaara's question but the boy simply clutched his chest as if having a heart attack and looked up at Yashamaru.
"I... Want to watch over you... But I hurt here.. Is that... Love?" Yashamaru knelt down to Gaara's level and took the boys shoulders in his hands.
"No, Gaara, that's loneliness... A wound of the heart. A wound of the heart is different from a flesh wound." He pulled out a small knife and cut his finger with it, a small amount of blood oozed out. "Unlike a flesh wound, there are no ointments to heal it, and there are times when they never heal. But you've no reason to feel that, Gaara... You have me." He released his nephew and smiled but Gaara followed him, frowning at his cut finger.
"You're... Hurt?" He whispered, to which Yashamaru shook his head.
"All it need is time and care, like all flesh wounds." Gaara nodded and took his uncles finger in his hands, smiling, he places his mouth over the cut, like he had seen his uncle do many times before if he cut himself.
"It tastes like... Iron..."
Two weeks later..."
Gaara was walking back to his uncles house when an idea hit him! Looking to his left he saw a small house, it was home to one of the young boys he'd hurt the other day. Digging into his pack, he pulled out an ointment that Yashamaru had packed. It's not like he'd ever need it, the sand protected him. Knocking on the door, it opened a crack to show a single eye and half a face that was bruised. The eye widened at the sight of Gaara "I'm sorry... For hurting you... I brought you some medicine!" He offered the ointment forward like he had the ball weeks ago but the boys face curled into a snarl.
"Get away from me, freak!" Gaara's face dropped as his hands lowered the ointment. Sniffing, he placed it on the floor in frot of the door before the tears started streaming down his face. Running, he aimed to leave the village and never return, even if Yashamaru did care for him, love him, Gaara could never be Kazekage, never ever!
A knife landed in front of Gaara's feet, pausing him In his tracks and making him look up to the building it had come from. A shinobi stood on top of it, in flak jacket, combats, sandals and a mask that covered his face. Gaara's eyes widened in shock and he turned to run away in the opposite direction, but the shinobi was already there. "Wh-what do you want?!" Gaara cried as he took cautious steps back. The shinobi pulled out more knives and threw them into the air before the stopped moving and all pointed at Gaara. This shinobi was moving them with his mind! Gaara accepted his death, but then a wall of sand burst out of te ground and the knives slammed into it, Gaara lowered his arms from his face and looked at the sand... It was stopping him seeing his opponent... As if under his command, the sand cleared a small hole which allowed Gaara to see the Shinobi stood there looking shocked. Gaara frowned and then snarled and held out a palm, the sand wall disbanded and flee towards the Shinobi who was stepping backwards. Gaara's sand was faster and it covered every inch of his body save his face. Growling, Gaara closed his fist, the sand tightened, the man screamed... The voice was familiar... The screaming stopped...
Gaara moved up to the pillar of sand, reaching up he pulled the mask off of his attacker and fell back onto the floor crying.
"UNCLE YASHAMARU!"
Yashamaru looked down at Gaara.
"Gaara... You-you're impossible to love... Your mother never loved you..."
"No... Uncle Yashamaru... My father's forcing you into this..."
"No... I'm doing this of my own will... 'A self loving carnage' that's why my sister named you Gaara, she has no love for this village, or you... She wanted you to destroy it... Well... You destroyed my sister! I won't let you destroy my home too!"
Yashamaru's body started glowing under the sand... Suicide seals, Gaara realised, that force the body to explode.
"This is it, please die."
Yashamaru's body blew up, and with it, Gaara's hopes of knowing anyone who dare love him. He agreed. He wanted to die. Shukaku had other plans and threw up a shield of sand protecting the boy from the explosion.
"UNCLE YASHAMARU!"
It is said that it rained that night. For the first time in decades. The heavens weeped with Gaara.
"She is secondary. My son comes first." He said bluntly, forcing Chiyo to raise her wrinkled brow in shock.
"Lord Kazekage..." She breathed "You would kill your wife over a child whom you have condemned to a life of hatred?!" She scoffed, an action she wouldn't have got away with had she not know the Kazekage when he had been a boy. She looked for that boy now under the wide brimmed hat and mask that covered all but his eyes. Those green eyes. Where was the young boy who had inherited the position of Kazekage and vowed to protect this village at all costs? Now he was willing to place a sand demon in the middle of it in order to expand the villages borders a couple of miles.
"Yes. He will be all the stronger for the hatred. Now go, Chiyo. I want you to keep an eye on the child and make sure that he is born safely, if he is not, it will be on your head." Those green eyes bored into her and she knew that the threat was no joke, the venom in his voice forced her to take a few steps back before turning and leaving the room with a growl.
The birthing would not go perfectly like the Kazekage wanted. Gaara would be born into this world prematurely through the use of a C-Section. His mother died in the process and the boy appeared sickly, but Chiyo would confirm the presence of Shukaku within the boy and that was enough for the Kazekage to be satisfied, he was however unhappy with Chiyo's messy C-Section. Nothing would happen to her, no, but her grandson would get home to find both of his parents murdered in cold blood by the Kazekage's agents. The boy would never be the same after that.
Four years later...
"Hey! Throw it over here!" A street urchin cries as his friend tosses him the ball. The kid giggles as he runs with it, his friends chasing behind him in an attempt to get the ball from him. One leaps and tackles his friend, sending the ball flying into the air and sending it splashing into the river where it started flowing downriver away from the group.
"Ahhh Dakomaru! It took us a month to save up for that ball, and now you've gone and lost it!" But to everyone's surprise, the ball started floating out of the water, supported by the sand and silt of the river bed. The ball floated to the shore and over the children's heads, their eyes following as it dropped into the hands of a small, red-haired, pale green-eyed boy who appeared too short for his age. Gaara smiled, thick black rings lined his eyes as he held the ball forth for the children.
"He-here ya' go.." He said meekly. The others stared at him for a moment before screaming.
"It's him!"
"The demon carrier!"
"It's Gaara!"
"Don't hurt us!"
"You freak!"
"Just go and die why don't you?!"
"Nobody even likes you!"
Gaaras breathing became more laboured with every comment, until it came to the end where he was panting and growling. Sand from the floor rose up behind him as he tightened his grip on the leather ball. Sand curled around it before compacting, crushing the ball into near nothing, and then releasing it, the ball flopping limply to the ground as tears streamed freely down his face. "You're a monster!" One child cried before they all started fleeing.
...you're a monster...
...you're a monster...
...you're a monster...
"...YOU'RE A MONSTER...
"I-I'm not a... Monster..."
"I'M NOT A MONSTER!"
Gaara screamed as he stamped a foot and clenched his fist, huge tendrils of sand snakes out of the desert floor and chased after the young children, who were screaming in terror back to the village. The nearest was grabbed by the neck, the second by the leg and the third around the waist. Gaara stood with a small hand outstretched, ready to close it and end them, but a shadow moved past them right up to Gaara.
"Gaara! No!"
His uncle, Yashamaru tackled into Gaara and sent him sprawling into the sand. "Gaara!" His uncle cried down at him as sand automatically beat at him in Gaara's defence. "Gaara stop!" The red haired boy looked up with big blue eyes at his beaten uncle who winced at cuts on his face.
"U-uncle... Yashamaru?" Gaara said meekly as tears streamed down his face.
"Gaara! Let them go!" The young boy let his clenching hand fall limp, the sand falling from the kids who instantly started running awy from the scene. Yashamaru stood up before offering a hand to help Gaara up. Once both were standing, Yashamaru knelt down to Gaara's height and frowned at him with a sigh. "Gaara, why did you do that?" Gaara looked down, avoiding the piercing gaze of his uncle.
"Th-they.. Called me a... Monster..." Yashamaru chewed on his lip as if torn between two choices.
"Well, they weren't right to do that... But it didn't warrant you crippling, if not killing them! If a man threatens your family, those you love, then it's in your own defence to stop them... But name calling is no reason to, Gaara, that would make you a monster... Do you want to be a monster?" The boy shook his head violently.
"No!" Yashamaru smiled.
"Good... Then you won't do it again, will you?" He tousled Gaara's hair as he always did before standing up to his full height. "Let's go clean me up then!" He lightly touched one of the cuts on his face "That sand of yours packs quite the punch!"
As they walked, Gaara admired his uncle. He was a tall and graceful man with feminine features, many thought him to be the identical twin of his sister, Gaara's mother, rather than just fraternal twins. He had sandy brown hair which fell down to his neck, with short bangs above his eyes, and chocolate eyes which highlighted his always smiling face. Gaara admired his uncle more than his father, the Kazekage. As chief medical officer he was tasked with caring for Gaara who, born prematurely, had a number of health defects. Gaara wanted to follow in his footsteps and learn medical spells rather than becoming a shinobi for the village and fighting for it, he didn't like fighting, he always hurt people.
Stepping into Yashamaru's home, Gaara ran over to the window and looked out with a smile. "It'll be yours one day..." Yashamaru said with an equally large smile as he walked up to the window and looked out over the village. "Your father is Kazekage, and you after him. The people will love you, Gaara. You'll keep then safe." Gaara's smile dropped as he looked up at Yashamaru.
"Why... Why can't you do it... Uncle Yashamaru?" He asked "Wh-why can't you be Kazekage?" Yashamaru simply chuckled.
"I can't. The Kazekage blood runs in your fathers line, not your mothers..." He looked at the picture of his sister on a table next to the window. "I'd be called a traitor if I elected myself to be Kazekage, they'd call for my sisters son... She loved you Gaara, even before you were born, she loved you." Gaara chewed his lip as his uncle went about attaching bandages and ointments to the various cuts and bruises on his body. When he came back, with his body as treated as best as it could, Gaara blurted out a question.
"What's love?" he said as he tripped over his own tongue and fumbled the words out. Yashamaru frowned for a moment as he thought of an adequate answer.
"Well... Love is the hearts desire to serve someone who is precious to you, to watch over them." He smiled at his own ability to answer Gaara's question but the boy simply clutched his chest as if having a heart attack and looked up at Yashamaru.
"I... Want to watch over you... But I hurt here.. Is that... Love?" Yashamaru knelt down to Gaara's level and took the boys shoulders in his hands.
"No, Gaara, that's loneliness... A wound of the heart. A wound of the heart is different from a flesh wound." He pulled out a small knife and cut his finger with it, a small amount of blood oozed out. "Unlike a flesh wound, there are no ointments to heal it, and there are times when they never heal. But you've no reason to feel that, Gaara... You have me." He released his nephew and smiled but Gaara followed him, frowning at his cut finger.
"You're... Hurt?" He whispered, to which Yashamaru shook his head.
"All it need is time and care, like all flesh wounds." Gaara nodded and took his uncles finger in his hands, smiling, he places his mouth over the cut, like he had seen his uncle do many times before if he cut himself.
"It tastes like... Iron..."
Two weeks later..."
Gaara was walking back to his uncles house when an idea hit him! Looking to his left he saw a small house, it was home to one of the young boys he'd hurt the other day. Digging into his pack, he pulled out an ointment that Yashamaru had packed. It's not like he'd ever need it, the sand protected him. Knocking on the door, it opened a crack to show a single eye and half a face that was bruised. The eye widened at the sight of Gaara "I'm sorry... For hurting you... I brought you some medicine!" He offered the ointment forward like he had the ball weeks ago but the boys face curled into a snarl.
"Get away from me, freak!" Gaara's face dropped as his hands lowered the ointment. Sniffing, he placed it on the floor in frot of the door before the tears started streaming down his face. Running, he aimed to leave the village and never return, even if Yashamaru did care for him, love him, Gaara could never be Kazekage, never ever!
A knife landed in front of Gaara's feet, pausing him In his tracks and making him look up to the building it had come from. A shinobi stood on top of it, in flak jacket, combats, sandals and a mask that covered his face. Gaara's eyes widened in shock and he turned to run away in the opposite direction, but the shinobi was already there. "Wh-what do you want?!" Gaara cried as he took cautious steps back. The shinobi pulled out more knives and threw them into the air before the stopped moving and all pointed at Gaara. This shinobi was moving them with his mind! Gaara accepted his death, but then a wall of sand burst out of te ground and the knives slammed into it, Gaara lowered his arms from his face and looked at the sand... It was stopping him seeing his opponent... As if under his command, the sand cleared a small hole which allowed Gaara to see the Shinobi stood there looking shocked. Gaara frowned and then snarled and held out a palm, the sand wall disbanded and flee towards the Shinobi who was stepping backwards. Gaara's sand was faster and it covered every inch of his body save his face. Growling, Gaara closed his fist, the sand tightened, the man screamed... The voice was familiar... The screaming stopped...
Gaara moved up to the pillar of sand, reaching up he pulled the mask off of his attacker and fell back onto the floor crying.
"UNCLE YASHAMARU!"
Yashamaru looked down at Gaara.
"Gaara... You-you're impossible to love... Your mother never loved you..."
"No... Uncle Yashamaru... My father's forcing you into this..."
"No... I'm doing this of my own will... 'A self loving carnage' that's why my sister named you Gaara, she has no love for this village, or you... She wanted you to destroy it... Well... You destroyed my sister! I won't let you destroy my home too!"
Yashamaru's body started glowing under the sand... Suicide seals, Gaara realised, that force the body to explode.
"This is it, please die."
Yashamaru's body blew up, and with it, Gaara's hopes of knowing anyone who dare love him. He agreed. He wanted to die. Shukaku had other plans and threw up a shield of sand protecting the boy from the explosion.
"UNCLE YASHAMARU!"
It is said that it rained that night. For the first time in decades. The heavens weeped with Gaara.
