Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I'll be your Guardian Angel ❯ Tormented pasts meet ( Chapter 1 )

A little girl walked down the streets of a sandy village, tears in her eyes. She had short silver hair, and pale blue eyes with no pupil. A large scar went across her neck and she wore a doll like dress with little slippers. And to complete her angel, doll-like look she had small angel wings. Or better put, white feathered wings. The only thing that made her look up was a bunch of kids running away, terrified.

“What are you running away from?” She asked timidly. Her voice barley rising above a whisper.
“You had better run away too!” one of them yelled.
“Gaara Is coming!” another one yelled.
“What is a Gaara?” She asked, but everyone was already gone.
“Not what, Who.” a little voice said.

“Why are you crying?” Ankoku asked, tilting her head as she saw a boy walking toward her from the direction the children were running.
“No one likes me, no one will play with me.” He said sadly and sniffled. “Why aren’t you running either?”
“Because, I know how you feel! You don’t seem mean or anything!” she walked over and gave him a little hug.
Gaara looked stunned. No one has ever touched him before. Yet she just randomly gave him a hug. “T-thanks.” he stuttered to her and gave a small smile.

“What’s your name? Mine‘s Ankoku!” Ankoku said excitedly. “Would you want to be friends if you didn’t think I was too weird?” she asked- awaiting rejection. Everyone she has ever run into wanted her dead, but her segregate family of... well, cats, protected her. But just yesterday they made her return to a village, to be with people, to fend for herself.

“My names Gaara, and why would I think your weird?” he asked.
“OH! So your Gaara.” she smiled. “Because people don’t like me, and they don’t like my wings. They all want me dead for some reason.” she looked down at the ground and her eyes saddened.
“Well, that’s kind of weird.” he said. “You remind me of an angel with those wings. Don’t people like angels?” he asked with curiosity.
“I…don’t know.” She tilted her head to him.
Gaara timidly held out a hand. “If you don’t listen to what everyone else says, and don’t hate me.. I’ll be your friend.”
Ankoku smiled and took his hand, but as she did she got hit in the head with a ball, which made her fall over face first into the ground. Her eyes watered as sand got in them. She sat up to see a group of severely apprehensive kids.
“Why are you hanging near him?” one asked snobbily.
“Yeah! He’ll do something bad to you! Come play with us!” Another one yelled.
Ankoku looked over at Gaara as he turned away, clenching his chest.
“No.” She calmly said.
“B-but why?” one of them stuttered.
“Because, he is my friend!” she said. “Come on Gaara!” She got up and started to walk away, tugging onto his skin colored shirt.
“That idiot.” one of them whispered.
“That’s okay, she’s just a winged freak anyways,” another one said laughing. This brought tears to Ankoku eyes. She hated having wings, she hated being made fun of, never being loved by anybody. She clenched her fist as her eyes became red. Gaara looked over in amazement. One second her wings were white and pure, the next they looked dark as if from a black-winged beast. Her eyes glazed over red and in her biggest voice she could muster she screamed.
“DON’T MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY ARE DIFFERENT!” saying that, she dropped to her knees and her wings became angel-like again. Breathing heavily, she said, “I’m sorry, I told you I was weird.” The other kids were long gone, Gaara held out a small hand for her. She slowly grabbed it and stood up.
“You, you didn’t leave….” he said, sadly, but with a tint of happiness in his voice.
“Your eyes, they look sad.. You really need a friend,” she said happily. “Why did you clench your heart? Does it hurt?” she asked, looking somewhat concerned for him.
“Yes, I heard from someone…that…only love would heal it. It’s a pain.. deep inside my heart.” He looked downout of sadness saddened, his mind laced with memories of that night. He wanted to forget them, but couldn’t.
“Then I will love you, so that you can get better and be happy!” she told him enthusiastically. Her voice sang with the birds. Gaara looked shocked at her, but in a somewhat happy way.
“Really?” He asked. “But the person told me that you have to devote yourself to the person in order to love them.”
Ankoku smiled. “Then I will do just that! I don’t know how yet because I’ve never devoted-ed myself to anyone but I’ll find out how and then will do it!” she giggled and looked over at him.
“Your…like a guardian angel… aren’t you?” Gaara asked.
“Guardian angel?”
“Yeah, I mean, you have wings, and you don’t try to hurt me like all the others.”
“I would never try that! Killing is bad, and hurting is wrong. I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, even though they like to hurt me. I try my hardest to swallow the pain.”
“The pain…?”
“Yeah… it doesn’t hurt so much on the outside, but like you said it hurts on the inside.”
“Then I will love you too, and I will protect you so no one can ever hurt you again.” Ankoku threw her arms over Gaara. happiness pierced her for the first in her life, and Gaara’s also.

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Three days later
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Ankoku Happily strutted around the streets. It was cloudy, and the weather wasn’t that well, but that didn’t matter to her at all. She strolled to the market and bought something in a brown paper bag.
“Why don’t you just look pretty with your wings.” The clerk said.
“Thank you.” Ankoku smiled as she took the bag.
“You sure have a lot of candy in there, are you planning to share it with your friends?” He asked friendily. The wind blew her hair a little bit and she smiled.
“No just my one friend.” she stated.
“Who would that be?” he asked curious, almost laughing.
“Gaara of course!” She was about to turn around and leave when the clerk violently grabbed her arm and pulled her around. His hand was big and meaty, and covered almost all of Ankoku’s lower arm.
“Don’t you hang out with him! The kid is weird. And a killer!” He warned. “Haven’t your parents told you that yet?”
“OW! You’re hurting me! And I don’t have a mom and dad thank you very much!” she cried.
“Then I’ll take you home with me and I will look over you and make sure you don’t get hurt by him.” He said sternly.
“My arm!" She yelled. He was twisting it, only by accident when her wings started to change. “Gaara would never try to hurt me! I’m his Angel!” She cried.
“You stupid naïve little girl!” He said pulling her harder.
“LET GO OF ME!” A large dark chakra blast wielded around her as her wings turned bat-like once more.
“You’re a monster just like him!” he yelled, letting go of her quickly. Fear entered his eyes as he gazed upon her.
“Don’t make fun of people who are different!” she yelled, crying and running away. Her wings slowly turned back to normal as she found walking around a different street of the village.
“Gaara!” She yelled and waved with her good arm. He slowly came running over with a smile on his face until he saw the red burn-like mark on Ankoku’s arm. He reached out to touch it, but she pulled back.
“What happened?” he asked concerned.
“The clerk guy… he pulled on my arm and told me to go home with him, and not to hang out with you. Then I got mad and he hurt me. He called me a freak. But it’s okay! I brought us some candy!”
“It’s not okay!” He said looking up at her. “Who hurt you? I will go hurt him!’
“No Gaara, that’s bad. Just eat some candy!” She said as she sat on the ground and opened the bag. There were chocolates, gums, and everything else in there she could think off. She took out a jawbreaker and started to suck on it.
“How is that bad? He hurt you! I promised you that you would never get hurt again,” he said looking down at her, his eyes saddening.
“I know, but Gaara, if someone pushes you, does it make it right to push them back?” she started.
“Yeah!” He said. “They have no right for pushing me.”
“Your right,” Ankoku started to say. “But only about the part it’s not right for them to push you.” A butterfly landed on her finger and she made a little expression with it. She clenched it in her hand.
“Look, I’m holding this butterfly in my hand, I’m trapping it. Which isn’t nice at all. But If I let it go, it will just fly away and it wont try to hurt you. “ She let the little butterfly go, and it started to fly away, and sure enough it didn’t try to hurt her.
“I guess I get it.” Gaara said. “But how do you stop them from doing it to you again?” he asked, Curiously.
“Easy, don’t hurt the person unless if they wont stop. Ask them to stop nicely first. But if you just hurt them right away, your no better than them.” she nodded as Gaara took a piece of chocolate out of the bag. By accident he touched the arm that was hurt, and Ankoku winced a little in pain. He grabbed her arm and kissed the spot that looked like it was most badly damaged.
“Did you talk to the guy?” he asked while letting go of her arm. She looked away and gave a nervous laugh.
“Well…no” she said.
“Why not?” He asked shocked.
“I got really mad, when he called you a freak, when he told me not to go near you, I got so angry I got my different wings again, and when that happens… I don’t know what I’m doing. I do things I don’t want to do.” She sighed. She hated killing more than anything, but when she gets like that she kills. Anything and anyone. It’s uncontrollable. She bent over and gave Gaara the candy.
“You can have it.” she smiled. “I have to go now.” she gave Gaara a tight hug and walked away.
Gaara stood up, influenced by Ankoku’s speech and walked over to where she had bought the candy.

"I’ll ask him to not hurt Ankoku anymore, and then she’ll be happy because I didn’t hurt anybody." He thought to himself. He walked over and saw the candy stand that she bought the candy from, and then he looked up to see a big, meaty guy over the counter.
“Excuse me….” Gaara said looking up at him. “You really hurt my friend, please don’t do it again.” He said.
The man looked down in fear. “G-Gaara!” he yelled frightened. “Its her fault, she came after me with her disgusting black wings!” He said trying to save himself. But he had said the wrong thing; this made Gaara very angry and was forced to crush him with his sand.

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Three weeks later
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It was a relatively calm day in the Village hidden in sand. Everything was at peace. Gaara and Ankoku happily played ball in a worn down alley, just happy to be in the presence of each other. That’s when it all went to hell. A man with a mask spotted them. More importantly, he spotted Ankoku. There was a high bounty on her head, and just knowing that she was the daughter of Serene and Haru made it worse because they were two of the most dangerous killers out there at the moment. He quickly threw some shuriken toward Ankoku, but came too close to Gaara so the sand rose up to block it. Ankoku’s eyes went wide as she pointed behind to the masked man. Gaara turned around to see the man, eyeing not him, but Ankoku.
“What do you want?” He shouted.
“I’m here for your little playmate, nothing more and nothing less.” The man said roughly, walking past Gaara and towards Ankoku. Not thinking of anything else she put her wings in front of her and tried to hide her face. But then a giant wall of sand came rushing to her, blocking the man’s way to her.
“You can’t hurt her! I promised I wouldn’t let her get hurt.” Gaara said.
“You are an annoying little pest, you know that kid? Just let me have the girl.”
“NO!” Gaara screamed, as sand his rushed towards the man. At that moment three other elite ninja jumped down from the building tops, all with one thing on their minds.
“Run Ankoku!” Gaara yelled. She took in a direction that left town completely. Gaara soon following behind. Winds started to pick up, making the situation all the worse. Near the village ending they all met up again. The children with the Ninja.
“I have to go, Gaara.” Ankoku said sadly. Her heart hurt worse than it ever had.
“No, you cant!" Gaara pleaded. You said you’d be my guardian angel, and then in return I would protect you! I can protect you! I just have to kill these people.”
“Gaara, I don’t like killing. And more people would just come. I promise I’ll always be your guardian angel, no matter what! Even if I die, which will probably happen sometime soon. But I’ll be happy when I die because I got to know you.” Tears streamed down both of the children’s faces. She gave him one last bear-tight hug and kissed him on the cheek.
“I’ll make sure you get out.” Gaara told her as he held his heart and his sand lunged toward the ninjas. One of them threw a couple more shuriken at her, but only skinned her arm. Gaara looked over to see her bleeding, but still running. She was running as fast as she could and he saw her little dress ripping and getting dirty as she did so.
“Just give us the girl! We have nothing against you, Ankoku is a murderer!“ one of them said.
That got Gaara. Angry, and in an instant, he killed the Ninja. Even though it was against what Ankoku had taught him, he could not have helped it.