Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Naruto: The sands of time ❯ Chapter 1 Confessions of a desperate Heart ( Chapter 1 )
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By: SDI Hypervelocity 
Gaara finds himself thinking about Naruto...
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.26.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 799 | Status: Work In Progress
Gaara finds himself thinking about Naruto...
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.26.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 799 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1: Confessions of a desperate Hart
It was a small room, just about enough space for him to fit inside. He could barley move, a room this small didn’t seem like it was worth building. Maybe that was the point, it was small, most likely used for storage, but it would be difficult to get anything in and out of it. Considering it was 20 feet under ground. Someone one had gone through the trouble of digging it out, and they had did a poor job, The north, west and east walls looked like they could cave in any second. It looked like they had already. All that remained was a small hour glass on a shelf on the south wall.
Gaara looked around this place carefully, it seemed just too risky to come down here at all. He picked up the hour glass and looked over it , it was big enough to count off about 5 minutes. He would have left it, if he hadn’t saw small markings on the side. They were obviously to small for him to read and he wouldn’t have usually bothered with it but curiosity drove him to take it with him.
Gaara jumped up the small hole that lead to the room, coming to the surface of a small forest. The hole was barely seeable, he wouldn’t have noticed it if he didn’t hear the sound of someone down there. The voice didn’t sound as if it was in trouble, but there was something strange about it, and that peaked his curiosity. In fact it had been more then one voice when he though a about it. One of them sounded as exactly like his, another one even call his name and the similar voice responded.
That was all he could make out of it, and something like that warranted a search. But he clearly found nothing. Those walls couldn’t have caved in with out him hearing it. Either some one was messing with him, or he was hallucinating. He couldn’t have been hallucinating, he had herd the voices too clearly. But, he wouldn’t put it past himself to hallucinate.
Either way, all found was an hour glass with small writing, it didn’t seem worth looking in to. Gaara looked up at the sky, the sun was starting to set, and it was summer so it had to be about 9 o’clock. He’d been out all day training, though he didn’t hold it against Naruto, he still was beaten by him. Even in a fully transformed state, Naruto still found a way to defeat him.
It was quite an experience to say the least, but he was actually grateful to Naruto. It had opened his eyes in a psychological sense, before he had tunnel vision. He had only one goal, and that was to kill everyone other than himself. Well, Naruto effectively destroyed the tunnel and widened his vision, opened his mind.
Gaara leapt through the trees, moving with ease through the thick branches. He could say this, it was a hell of a lot less boring when wanted to kill everything. It wasn’t funny, and it wasn’t meant to be. But it was true, he didn’t have a reason in life anymore, if there was no direction of some sort in life. There was no purpose of living, he had realized that right after Naruto defeated him. ’This is the worst pain I know, where one’s existence is called unnecessary….’ Those worse rang in his mind over and over.
He couldn’t keep going like this, it was driving him insane. He had nothing but time, time was loneliness. Loneliness and a useless life was insanity. He had Tenmari and Kankurou, but it didn’t seem to do him any good. Maybe that could be his goal in life, to find someone to end this loneliness. It would make living a lot more tolerable and it sure as hell wouldn‘t be easy. After he did that…..the future was open to anything.
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“Gaara? Where have you been?” Tenmari asked hastily on his return. They hadn’t gone back to the village yet, they were on there way more or less. Now they were staying in a small cabin hidden in the forest, the trees around it where thick so you could only see it from up close.
The girl tapped her fan against her heel impatiently. “Nowhere.” Gaara said plainly, walking past her hand in to the house. Tenmari was worried about him, he was not himself, which may not have been a bad thing. He was obviously changing, and she wanted him to go the right way….this time. Gaara was somewhat reluctant to return to the village, he wanted to hold it off as long as possible. He never like being there, he was always feared and hated, he knew most people would kill him if they had the chance…No…all of them would kill him if they had the chance
Thinking about things always seemed to make it worse.
He didn’t care before, he killed anyone for just about any reason he could think of. Now that he had been taken down, he could end up just like any of those people he had killed. He suddenly cared what they thought of him on some level. Naruto had beaten him, Sasuke had done a decent job himself. If both of them came after him at the same time….
Which his why he trained, but at this point he didn’t care, it was just something he did.
Half way to the door he remembered the hour glass in his pocket. Gaara thought about it for a moment before he turned around and tapped Tenmari on the shoulder, “Huh?….What’s this?” Tenmari looked over the hourglass, looking closely at the words. “hmm…” She squinted and strained her eyes to read them.
“Can you read it?” Gaara asked. She looked up and nodded. “It says….Gaara and Naruto forever….and the date is from a few years ago….?” Tenmari looked up at Gaara with an evil smirk.
“You and Naruto? Is there something I shouldn’t know?” She asked, almost laughing. Gaara shook his head defensively. “No….I found it in a hole, I don’t know what it’s about….” Gaara took the Hourglass back, looking over it once before going in to the house. He honestly didn’t know anything about it, and it was strange…
He made it to the safety of his room and locked the door, making it clear he didn’t want to be disturbed. He rarely was anyway.
Gaara sat down in a chair next to a desk, in-between a window and a bed. He liked this place better then the village, he never had to deal with anything here.
Now he couldn’t get his mind off of Naruto. Why would there names be on something like this? Why would something like this be on anything?
“…Being alone…Being incomplete…What you must feel…What your pain must be, I understand that….”
That’s the first thing he remember when he thought of Naruto. Knowing some one else understood what had happened to him, what had driven an innocent child to become this. But it also brought up the words of the only person that seemed to love him, that took care of him, the very person who had kept him sane as a child and effectively took away that sanity.
“Just love yourself. Fight only for your sake.”
Who also tried to kill him… He still lived off those words in spite of that. That’s how he defined his existence until now… Naruto was just like him…but he had something different…
“But… For the people that are precious to me, to be able to……The people that are precious to me…If you are hurting them…..And if your are trying to kill them… I will stop you…”
Gaara didn’t think it was possible for some one to be powerful by fighting for someone else. Naruto was just like him, they mirrors of each other, equal, but opposite. So what made Naruto different? He fought for people other then himself, he valued their life more then he did his own. Gaara didn’t have to worry about that, he didn’t value his life right now as much as he use to.
Needing those close to you. An affectionate hart that gives all of itself for those important people, and is watching over them…Love…That’s why Naruto was so strong.
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“Wh…What sad eyes, very lonely eyes… Him…a monster….just like me.
I loathe everyone. I couldn’t understand who I was or why I existed as a hated being. Since I learned Nine-Tails exists within me, The villagers seemed to look at me with eyes colder then ever…It was so painful….But…Now I have people that acknowledge me, I can be unconcerned about being possessed or being treated coldly. Because…I’m not alone anymore!! I had no idea how happy that would make me…I felt blessed from the bottom of my hart…I’m allowed to be here knowing that I do exist made me feel relieved. That’s why it kills me to think about how it used to be… That pain is not usual, it’s pitch black hell. If…If I were still alone……For this reason I can sympathize. To them I am only a relic of the past they want to exterminate. Then why do I exist and continue living? I came to a conclusion… “
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Gaara opened his eyes, he had dreamt of only one thing…Naruto. He herd his voice and saw his face.
He lifted himself off the bed, pushing back a stray strand of hair from his eyes. He had to do something…. First he had to talk to Naruto. He was the only person who ever saw his side of it, who knew about the pain and anger, the lonely ness and suffering. For that, he was even more grateful to Naruto.
There was a knock on the door,.
Gaara unlocked the door and opened it, finding Tenmari on the other side. She was holding a tray with different medicine and bandages to replace the old ones. It had only been a day since the fight, parts of his body actually still hurt, mostly his head. “Good morning Gaara, I got some things that will help your wounds out. I’m sorry I couldn’t find the medicine earlier “
She handed him a small bottle filled with liquid and he quickly drank it. His headache flared up quickly and painfully, making a small pillar of sand involuntarily jump out. It smashed through the tray, just grazing her shoulder and leaving a cut behind. The pain stopped completely and Gaara looked up reluctantly at Tenmari, who was now drenched in the medicine. “Sorry…” Gaara apologized.
“I mean to tell you about that before you took it. It was my fault, don’t worry about it. I’ll go change cloths and prepare some more medicine.” Tenmari turned and left the room, leaving the pile of broken glass debris there to clean up when she got back.
Gaara sighed at himself, he was really getting sick of this to say the lest.
His eyes drifted to the desk next to his bed and on to the hour glass. He looked at the sand inside for a moment, all if it had emptied in to the bottom. He narrowed his eyes and the sand started to flow upward in to the top compartment. Gaara’s vision started to blur a little and distort.
“What he hell?….” It was over quickly though, He shook his head and returned his gaze to the ground. That’s when he noticed that the broken glass that was there before was gone now. That was strange… he knew no one had touched it. His eye did become erratic before, he may have been seeing things.
Gaara reached down on the floor were the glass had been, there was nothing now. He jumped when he herd a knock on the door, strangely enough the door was locked again.
“What’s happening….” Gaara walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. He saw Tenmari standing there with a tray of medicine. The first thing he looked for was the cut from earlier, it of course was gone to.
He didn’t know what to think now, Tenmari couldn’t have healed, changed he clothes and prepaid medicine that fast.
“Good morning Gaara, I got some things that will help your wounds out. I’m sorry I couldn’t find the medicine earlier “ She seemed confused when Gaara gave her a strange look. ‘What….is going on?!’ He needed to check something out, see if what he thought was happening really was happening.
Sand shot out from Gaara’s body, demolishing the tray and grazing her shoulder, drawing blood in to places Before she could say anything about it, Gaara apologized half heartedly and shut the door, turning and walking over to the hourglass on his dresser. He looked at, concentrated on it again, making the sand rise from the bottom of it to the glass to the top.
Just as before, Gaara’s vision started to blur a little and distort in a manner similar to what heat did to air.
Gaara waited for a moment, watching as the sand in the hour glass started to slowly filter down. It seemed as if nothing would happen, until one minute passed and another knock came at the door. Gaara expectantly walked over to the door, finding it locked again.
And again he found Tenmari on the other side, she was holding a tray with different medicine and bandages to replace the old ones. And of course her clothes were dry and the cut from last time was completely gone.
“Good morning Gaara, I--” She stopped when Gaara started to say every word that came out of mouth “--Got some things that will help your wounds out. I’m sorry I couldn’t find the medicine earlier?”
She looked at him curiously. “Gaara…is something wrong?” She asked. He shook his head. “I’m fine…”
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Gaara sat on his bed, staring at the hourglass, he tried turning it upside down manually, but nothing happened. He had relived the same 5 minutes at lest 20 times, trying different things each time but every time he lifted the sand up it all remained the same.
Gaara went back in time for time twenty-first time now, trying something completely different now. He watched the sand start to slowly filter down to the bottom of the glass, this time he turned the glass over again so the sand was on the top was on the bottom. Then he used his control over sand to lift it to the top of the glass.
It took longer this time, Tenmari didn’t show up for another 9 minutes this time. Gaara realized that he could go farther and farther back in time just by flipping the glass over and doing it again. He could go back…but could he go forward? He could try it but he would need something to mark it….
The sunlight drifted threw the thick trees outside and shined on his face….the sun.
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Gaara sat on a branch of a tall tree neat the house, leaning back against the trunk and letting one leg hand lazily off the limb. It was around 8 am and the sun was set in that position in the sky. He couldn’t see it from where he was, but if all went as expected….
Gaara held the hourglass in one hand, dropping the sand from the bottom of the glass to the top then flipping it over and doing the same. He did it 12 more times, and sure enough, the sunlight shined through the trees higher in the sky then it was before.
Gaara looked down and saw Kankuro walking bellow. “Kankuro.” He called down. He watched him look up. “Find me an hourglass, a large one.”
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It was a small room, just about enough space for him to fit inside. He could barley move, a room this small didn’t seem like it was worth building. Maybe that was the point, it was small, most likely used for storage, but it would be difficult to get anything in and out of it. Considering it was 20 feet under ground. Someone one had gone through the trouble of digging it out, and they had did a poor job, The north, west and east walls looked like they could cave in any second. It looked like they had already. All that remained was a small hour glass on a shelf on the south wall.
Gaara looked around this place carefully, it seemed just too risky to come down here at all. He picked up the hour glass and looked over it , it was big enough to count off about 5 minutes. He would have left it, if he hadn’t saw small markings on the side. They were obviously to small for him to read and he wouldn’t have usually bothered with it but curiosity drove him to take it with him.
Gaara jumped up the small hole that lead to the room, coming to the surface of a small forest. The hole was barely seeable, he wouldn’t have noticed it if he didn’t hear the sound of someone down there. The voice didn’t sound as if it was in trouble, but there was something strange about it, and that peaked his curiosity. In fact it had been more then one voice when he though a about it. One of them sounded as exactly like his, another one even call his name and the similar voice responded.
That was all he could make out of it, and something like that warranted a search. But he clearly found nothing. Those walls couldn’t have caved in with out him hearing it. Either some one was messing with him, or he was hallucinating. He couldn’t have been hallucinating, he had herd the voices too clearly. But, he wouldn’t put it past himself to hallucinate.
Either way, all found was an hour glass with small writing, it didn’t seem worth looking in to. Gaara looked up at the sky, the sun was starting to set, and it was summer so it had to be about 9 o’clock. He’d been out all day training, though he didn’t hold it against Naruto, he still was beaten by him. Even in a fully transformed state, Naruto still found a way to defeat him.
It was quite an experience to say the least, but he was actually grateful to Naruto. It had opened his eyes in a psychological sense, before he had tunnel vision. He had only one goal, and that was to kill everyone other than himself. Well, Naruto effectively destroyed the tunnel and widened his vision, opened his mind.
Gaara leapt through the trees, moving with ease through the thick branches. He could say this, it was a hell of a lot less boring when wanted to kill everything. It wasn’t funny, and it wasn’t meant to be. But it was true, he didn’t have a reason in life anymore, if there was no direction of some sort in life. There was no purpose of living, he had realized that right after Naruto defeated him. ’This is the worst pain I know, where one’s existence is called unnecessary….’ Those worse rang in his mind over and over.
He couldn’t keep going like this, it was driving him insane. He had nothing but time, time was loneliness. Loneliness and a useless life was insanity. He had Tenmari and Kankurou, but it didn’t seem to do him any good. Maybe that could be his goal in life, to find someone to end this loneliness. It would make living a lot more tolerable and it sure as hell wouldn‘t be easy. After he did that…..the future was open to anything.
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“Gaara? Where have you been?” Tenmari asked hastily on his return. They hadn’t gone back to the village yet, they were on there way more or less. Now they were staying in a small cabin hidden in the forest, the trees around it where thick so you could only see it from up close.
The girl tapped her fan against her heel impatiently. “Nowhere.” Gaara said plainly, walking past her hand in to the house. Tenmari was worried about him, he was not himself, which may not have been a bad thing. He was obviously changing, and she wanted him to go the right way….this time. Gaara was somewhat reluctant to return to the village, he wanted to hold it off as long as possible. He never like being there, he was always feared and hated, he knew most people would kill him if they had the chance…No…all of them would kill him if they had the chance
Thinking about things always seemed to make it worse.
He didn’t care before, he killed anyone for just about any reason he could think of. Now that he had been taken down, he could end up just like any of those people he had killed. He suddenly cared what they thought of him on some level. Naruto had beaten him, Sasuke had done a decent job himself. If both of them came after him at the same time….
Which his why he trained, but at this point he didn’t care, it was just something he did.
Half way to the door he remembered the hour glass in his pocket. Gaara thought about it for a moment before he turned around and tapped Tenmari on the shoulder, “Huh?….What’s this?” Tenmari looked over the hourglass, looking closely at the words. “hmm…” She squinted and strained her eyes to read them.
“Can you read it?” Gaara asked. She looked up and nodded. “It says….Gaara and Naruto forever….and the date is from a few years ago….?” Tenmari looked up at Gaara with an evil smirk.
“You and Naruto? Is there something I shouldn’t know?” She asked, almost laughing. Gaara shook his head defensively. “No….I found it in a hole, I don’t know what it’s about….” Gaara took the Hourglass back, looking over it once before going in to the house. He honestly didn’t know anything about it, and it was strange…
He made it to the safety of his room and locked the door, making it clear he didn’t want to be disturbed. He rarely was anyway.
Gaara sat down in a chair next to a desk, in-between a window and a bed. He liked this place better then the village, he never had to deal with anything here.
Now he couldn’t get his mind off of Naruto. Why would there names be on something like this? Why would something like this be on anything?
“…Being alone…Being incomplete…What you must feel…What your pain must be, I understand that….”
That’s the first thing he remember when he thought of Naruto. Knowing some one else understood what had happened to him, what had driven an innocent child to become this. But it also brought up the words of the only person that seemed to love him, that took care of him, the very person who had kept him sane as a child and effectively took away that sanity.
“Just love yourself. Fight only for your sake.”
Who also tried to kill him… He still lived off those words in spite of that. That’s how he defined his existence until now… Naruto was just like him…but he had something different…
“But… For the people that are precious to me, to be able to……The people that are precious to me…If you are hurting them…..And if your are trying to kill them… I will stop you…”
Gaara didn’t think it was possible for some one to be powerful by fighting for someone else. Naruto was just like him, they mirrors of each other, equal, but opposite. So what made Naruto different? He fought for people other then himself, he valued their life more then he did his own. Gaara didn’t have to worry about that, he didn’t value his life right now as much as he use to.
Needing those close to you. An affectionate hart that gives all of itself for those important people, and is watching over them…Love…That’s why Naruto was so strong.
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“Wh…What sad eyes, very lonely eyes… Him…a monster….just like me.
I loathe everyone. I couldn’t understand who I was or why I existed as a hated being. Since I learned Nine-Tails exists within me, The villagers seemed to look at me with eyes colder then ever…It was so painful….But…Now I have people that acknowledge me, I can be unconcerned about being possessed or being treated coldly. Because…I’m not alone anymore!! I had no idea how happy that would make me…I felt blessed from the bottom of my hart…I’m allowed to be here knowing that I do exist made me feel relieved. That’s why it kills me to think about how it used to be… That pain is not usual, it’s pitch black hell. If…If I were still alone……For this reason I can sympathize. To them I am only a relic of the past they want to exterminate. Then why do I exist and continue living? I came to a conclusion… “
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Gaara opened his eyes, he had dreamt of only one thing…Naruto. He herd his voice and saw his face.
He lifted himself off the bed, pushing back a stray strand of hair from his eyes. He had to do something…. First he had to talk to Naruto. He was the only person who ever saw his side of it, who knew about the pain and anger, the lonely ness and suffering. For that, he was even more grateful to Naruto.
There was a knock on the door,.
Gaara unlocked the door and opened it, finding Tenmari on the other side. She was holding a tray with different medicine and bandages to replace the old ones. It had only been a day since the fight, parts of his body actually still hurt, mostly his head. “Good morning Gaara, I got some things that will help your wounds out. I’m sorry I couldn’t find the medicine earlier “
She handed him a small bottle filled with liquid and he quickly drank it. His headache flared up quickly and painfully, making a small pillar of sand involuntarily jump out. It smashed through the tray, just grazing her shoulder and leaving a cut behind. The pain stopped completely and Gaara looked up reluctantly at Tenmari, who was now drenched in the medicine. “Sorry…” Gaara apologized.
“I mean to tell you about that before you took it. It was my fault, don’t worry about it. I’ll go change cloths and prepare some more medicine.” Tenmari turned and left the room, leaving the pile of broken glass debris there to clean up when she got back.
Gaara sighed at himself, he was really getting sick of this to say the lest.
His eyes drifted to the desk next to his bed and on to the hour glass. He looked at the sand inside for a moment, all if it had emptied in to the bottom. He narrowed his eyes and the sand started to flow upward in to the top compartment. Gaara’s vision started to blur a little and distort.
“What he hell?….” It was over quickly though, He shook his head and returned his gaze to the ground. That’s when he noticed that the broken glass that was there before was gone now. That was strange… he knew no one had touched it. His eye did become erratic before, he may have been seeing things.
Gaara reached down on the floor were the glass had been, there was nothing now. He jumped when he herd a knock on the door, strangely enough the door was locked again.
“What’s happening….” Gaara walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. He saw Tenmari standing there with a tray of medicine. The first thing he looked for was the cut from earlier, it of course was gone to.
He didn’t know what to think now, Tenmari couldn’t have healed, changed he clothes and prepaid medicine that fast.
“Good morning Gaara, I got some things that will help your wounds out. I’m sorry I couldn’t find the medicine earlier “ She seemed confused when Gaara gave her a strange look. ‘What….is going on?!’ He needed to check something out, see if what he thought was happening really was happening.
Sand shot out from Gaara’s body, demolishing the tray and grazing her shoulder, drawing blood in to places Before she could say anything about it, Gaara apologized half heartedly and shut the door, turning and walking over to the hourglass on his dresser. He looked at, concentrated on it again, making the sand rise from the bottom of it to the glass to the top.
Just as before, Gaara’s vision started to blur a little and distort in a manner similar to what heat did to air.
Gaara waited for a moment, watching as the sand in the hour glass started to slowly filter down. It seemed as if nothing would happen, until one minute passed and another knock came at the door. Gaara expectantly walked over to the door, finding it locked again.
And again he found Tenmari on the other side, she was holding a tray with different medicine and bandages to replace the old ones. And of course her clothes were dry and the cut from last time was completely gone.
“Good morning Gaara, I--” She stopped when Gaara started to say every word that came out of mouth “--Got some things that will help your wounds out. I’m sorry I couldn’t find the medicine earlier?”
She looked at him curiously. “Gaara…is something wrong?” She asked. He shook his head. “I’m fine…”
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Gaara sat on his bed, staring at the hourglass, he tried turning it upside down manually, but nothing happened. He had relived the same 5 minutes at lest 20 times, trying different things each time but every time he lifted the sand up it all remained the same.
Gaara went back in time for time twenty-first time now, trying something completely different now. He watched the sand start to slowly filter down to the bottom of the glass, this time he turned the glass over again so the sand was on the top was on the bottom. Then he used his control over sand to lift it to the top of the glass.
It took longer this time, Tenmari didn’t show up for another 9 minutes this time. Gaara realized that he could go farther and farther back in time just by flipping the glass over and doing it again. He could go back…but could he go forward? He could try it but he would need something to mark it….
The sunlight drifted threw the thick trees outside and shined on his face….the sun.
! - ! - !
Gaara sat on a branch of a tall tree neat the house, leaning back against the trunk and letting one leg hand lazily off the limb. It was around 8 am and the sun was set in that position in the sky. He couldn’t see it from where he was, but if all went as expected….
Gaara held the hourglass in one hand, dropping the sand from the bottom of the glass to the top then flipping it over and doing the same. He did it 12 more times, and sure enough, the sunlight shined through the trees higher in the sky then it was before.
Gaara looked down and saw Kankuro walking bellow. “Kankuro.” He called down. He watched him look up. “Find me an hourglass, a large one.”
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