Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The scars that never healed ❯ Gaara's scar ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMER:

i do not in anyway own Naruto because if i did sasuke would be long dead and Naruto will be with sakura.


A/N: ALRIGHT! i hope you like the last chapter, there was only two reviews so it got me thinking otherwise. Well this is the next chapter i hope to get more reviews for this one. I wonder why it's so hard to get reviews for my stories......oh well Enjoy!


CHAPTER TWO

Sabaku no fuuji was the son of chief general bara of the suna army.

General bara was one of the richest men in suna. He had two sons, a daughter and a lovely wife.
On the outside all was cool and calm, they were a happy family with high standards, no one would ever guess the truth.
Bara and his family were scared of one of their son. They wanted to rid themselves of him, but for some reason they couldn't.

Fuuji was a ten years old boy with auburn hair and pale green eyes. He was very cute with chubby cheek and round body.

When Fuuji was very young he realized something. Nobody talks to him, nobody loves him.
He was always locked in the attic, it was not that they beat him or yell at him, infact he would be happy if they did. They just ignore his very existance, they acted like he was a ghost living with them, to them he didn't exist.
When he comes into the kitchen to see them eating they would abandon their food and walk away living him alone in the kitchen.
When he tries to get his mothers attention she shut the door in his face acting as if he was not there to begin with.

They never allow him to leave the house so he had no friend. He was always alone, locked away in the attic.
His siblings acted like he was the plague, especially temari, his sister. She would scream as if the ghost of christmas past has come to haunt her. His brother would just grab his toys and exit the room with his back.

Since Fuuji had no one to talk to, let alone play with, he became mischievous, causing trouble in the house.

He would play around the house pushing things around on his path. He would scream for no reason, or break the plates or mugs in the house. He would dirty his hand with food and spear the wall with it.
When he manages to slip into temari's room he would make sure to jump on the pink sheets and go through her clothes making sure to destroy her favourite one. He would send his brothers nude magazine out the window.

All this would earn him a glare from his mother. A shout from his brother and tears with screams from his sister.
This made him a little happy. Atleast his mother looks at him even if it was just to glare at him, his brother and sister talk to him even if it was by shouting and screaming till they were red in the face. he tried not to feel depress, there was no use.

One day when Fuuji turn ten, no one thought to celebrate his birthday, as usual.
He woke up on his big bed and looked at his room hopefully but it was no use, there was no gift lying on the floor waiting for him to unwrap it.
"happy birthday Fuuji" he whispered to himself.
He found the door to his room open and knew that he was suppose to go down and eat breakfast then come back up like a good caged animal but, they also knew he wouldn't.
He walked into the kitchen with a slight hop to his step and he found the plate of toast cheese and bacon on the table.
He sat down and started to eat, taking little bits as his eyes move around the clean kitchen. They settled on the big fridge right beside the door. His eyes sparkled as an idea of fun came to his mind.
He open the fridge and as expected, it was stuff with food. he started pushing them down. First starting with the pickle herring and down to the sweets.
He ate and ate and ate and....well you get the idea. He ate till he couldn't stand, then he started to play with the food he poured yogurt in the fridge and spear the wall with chocolate he stuff the sink with cheese, bread sprouts, pizza and many things.

The wind hit the window pane bringing his attention to what he was missing. He open the window looking longingly at the distance at the sky and the green and blue and white and sun, oh how he wished he could join them.
There was a big bar on the every window in the house to prevent him from leaving the house.
He suddenly realize something was off. The back door was missing it's huge padlock.
He stepped down from the bucket he was standing on and went to examine the door.
There was normally three padlocks meant to keep him from going out. One of them was missing but the others were still there and securely locked.

He sighed heavily turning around to look at the kitchen he had thrashed and couldn't help but feel sorry for his mum.
That was when his eyes caught it.
Right on the shelf was the big padlock and the keys were on it.
Fuuji held his mouth so as not to squeal. He grabbed the bucket and slowly made his way to the shelf like if he moved any faster the keys would disappear.
He came to the shelf after ten slow steady steps, turned the bucket upside down so he could stand on it. He reached for the keys and yay! It was still there.
He jumped down from the bucket and ran to the door searching for the keys to his freedom.
He tried the first one his heart pounding wildly in his chest but, that one failed pitifuly. He tried the next and the next and Click the first padlock gone then the second and he was free. He opened the door slowly afraid to make too much noise. When the first wave of breeze hit Fuuji's face, he screamed like crazy and ran back inside.
He came back with a determine smile. Clad in his overall white jacket and a white hat and ran outside.

He couldn't stop, he ran and ran enjoying the feel of the wind, the smell of grass and everything. It felt so new to him and he wanted to explore, to know everything. He couldn't wait. He came to a path with sakura trees blooming so radiantly. He was dumbfounded at the sight, never in his ten years of life had he seen something so beautiful.
He moved like a kangaroo hoping from one place to another. First the park then different schools. He made two friends that day but, when evening came they all had to go. But not him, he was just too excited to go back to his cage, if anything he didn't want to ever go back.
Atleast that was what he first thought until darkness started to creep in and he became scared. He tried to find his way back and to his dismay he was lost unable to locate the route he had taken.
Fuuji sat on a tree stomp and cried. From happy to sad.

The most beautiful sound reached his ears in his time of distress, soothing him. He stopped crying trying to find where it was coming from, it was very close. He came to an open field, and by the corner, around a little fire, three women sat around it in a circle singing.
Fuuji moved closer but not too close,
and sat on the cold grass. The three women did not even notice him.
They sang happily, one beating a small drum.
When the song ended, Fuuji found himself clapping.
He stopped abruptly when he noticed the women were staring at him.

"um hi...." he tried, not sure how to explain his intrusion.
"konbanwa " one of the women replied, she had fine blonde hair and fair skin that glowed in the dark. Fuuji couldn't make out the colour of her eyes from the distance.
"konbanwa" Fuuji said, feeling less nervous.
"do you want to join us little boy" the woman asked smiling. Fuuji nodded and slowly made his way towards them. When he was standing in front of them he didn't know what to do.
The woman who had spoken to him, pull him down beside her.
"what's your name little boy" she asked the flustered boy, who she was now holding tight against her.
"Fuu..Fuuji" he whispered, blushing even more.
"Fuuji? You don't look like a fuji to me"
she placed a finger under her chin in thought.
"i can't think of one right now but Fuuji definately doesn't fit you" she said.
"anyway im yashamaru and these are my colleagues, starla and jacelin." she said the two women smiled at him.
"would you like to hear us play another song" she asked.
"Fuuji nodded rapidly.
They started a new song of love.
It was about two lovers who stayed together and belived in their love even when all sign said they shouldn't,and in the end they lived happily though in death.
Fuuji felt a little sad at the end but yashamaru playful tickle the sadness out of him.

"so little boy where did you say you live again." starla asked.
Fuuji suddenly felt nervous. He didn't want to go back, not now when he has met someone like yashamaru. her smile was so beautiful and calming, and her voice was so soft and gentle, he didn't want to leave just yet even though he knew he must.
"i don't have one" he lied easily. He was surprised at how easy it was to lie, it felt natural to him,albeit he has never lied before.
"so do we!" yashamaru exclaimed.
"we are gypsies and we belong in nowhere."
"no where?" Fuuji asked puzzled.
"well we are normards, we travel the world in search of adventure, love, and loads of fun. You would love it too if you come with us." yashamaru said happily.
"yashamaru, we can't take the boy along." jacelin said for the first time.
"why not!" yashamaru pouted and Fuuji giggled.
Jacelin sighed.
"because he would bring attention to us."

"no he won't, come on he is just a little boy." yashamaru begged.
"pretty please jacelin"
jacelin grumbled under her breath.
"god you are impossible"
"does that mean yes!"
"yes! And know this, if he bring us trouble be prepared!"jacelin warned but, yashamaru had already bolted up at the sound of the yes, lifting Fuuji off the ground.
"come on Fuuji let's go have some fun okay?!"
Fuuji nodded as he was pulled away.

They bought some food from the store and brought back to the camp. Fuuji did not miss the glares that came their way as they walk.
Some kept muttering things like.
'freaking gypsies' or
'hold on to your pockets, the gypsies are passing.'

they sat down by the camp and started to eat. After meal, they sang another song leaving the drum to inexperienced Fuuji to play. The beat was out of tune but he enjoyed it anyway.
Soon yashamaru started tell him stories about their adventure, Fuuji had never laughed so much in all his ten years of life.
After that Fuuji snuggle into yashamaru's old sleeping bag with her. It got really cold and Fuuji started to shake.
Yashamaru took off her coat and wrapped it around him, then she started singing a sweet song that soon put Fuuji to sleep.

The next morning, when Fuuji's green eyes fluttered open, they met an empty camp.
He panicked, searching for yashamaru and the others. He called and felt his eyes sting with tears.
"Fuuji?"
he turned sharply at the sound of the voice he yearn to hear.
"yashamaru!" he shouted and ran into her embrace.

"Fuuji" she said surprised. She dropped the woods in her hand and embrace him.
"Fuuji what is it" she asked as she pulled away from him.
"i...i thought you ....you had left me, when i woke up you weren't there." there were un shed tears in his eyes.
"im here, i will never leave you Fuuji...no gaara." she said softly.
"huh?"
he looked up at her.
"that will be your new name. Do you like it"

"mph!" he said happily, then a frown graced his round face.
"um what does gaara mean"
yashamaru laughed
and gaara smiled feeling extremely happy.
"it means i love"
gaara blushed, knowing the meaning of those words.
"gaara" yashamaru called.
"hai" he shouted at attention.
"would you like to come with me to search for adventures?"she asked hopeful.
Gaara's eyes widen.
"hai! Where ever yashamaru goes i go."he said.


Soon gaara's adventure began. He soon got a new name for himself ' gypsy boy'.
For two years gaara stayed at yashamaru's side. He was surprised at first at how much prejudice there was against the gypsie but, he soon got used to it.
Gypsies where unwanted in most part of the suna country. It was really hard at first but gaara soon got used to it.

What gaara enjoyed most was the carnival they attended every year.
Yashamaru was such a beautiful singer and her voice earn them the money for food and clothes.

After they decorated the place they wanted to use as their stage, gaara and yashamaru went to the beach to play in the water.
They sang and danced, gaara was now an expert in beating drums and played beautifully.
Yashamaru kicked a stone while she was dancing and cut her toe . She told gaara to wait while she took care of the bleeding.

Gaara waited and waited but she never came, so he went to look for her.
He searched and searched but still couldn't find her.
He ran into starla and jacelin counting a huge amount of money at the back of the tent.
"gaara!" starla gasped."don't sneak up on us like that"
"gomen, i was looking for yashamaru" gaara said."have you seen her."
the two women exchanged glance then looked at him pitifully.
Gaara became agitated, where is yashamaru! His mind screamed but, he kept a poker face.
His eyes caught a moving car, yashamaru was on it.
He broke into a run as the man drove farther away.
"yashamaru!" he shouted while running to catch up with the moving vehicle.
"yashamaru!" he called over and over again but, she only looked at him,sadness in her eyes.
Gaara kicked his foot and fell . When he looked up from the ground, the car had already disappeared.
He stood in the middle of the road, waiting. He waited for one hour, the sun beating down heavily on him.
He was hoping....no praying that yashamaru would come back, he was hopin that like always, she would return, embrace him and promise not to leave again.
But in the back of his mind he knew she wouldn't. He left when people started giving him the looks.
He returned to carnival and found starla, then all but pulled her roughly into a tent.
"you!" he snarled.
"stop it at once gaara" starla said pushing his hands off her.
"what is wrong with you"

"you sold her didn't you"
starla gaped at him.
"i don't know what you are talking about." she scoffed and started to leave.
"she was your friend and you betrayed her!" gaara shouted after her.
"friend? Gaara you are too trusting. In this world there is you and you only you. If you depend on others you will definately get hurt"she said.
Gaara clenched and unclenched his hand as tears flowed freely from his eyes.
"i will never forgive you for this." he swore and then he left.

It only took a day for him to find out where the rich man who bought yashamaru lived.
He went to the hotel and waited till the man left then he entered the hotel. He found the mans room number from the desk. when he got there he picked the lock and then he slipped into the mans suite.
He was awestruck at the luxury the man was living in.
"yashamaru!" he called, but there was no reply. He found his way into a very big room and found yashamaru naked and bruised on the ground. He gasped.
"yashamaru!" and he ran to her side, kneeling beside her he touched her but, she slapped his hand away. Her cries reached his ears and his heart broke at the look in her eyes.
"ya..yashamaru?" he whispered.
If he had only come earlier he would have.....have... Would have what, he wasn't strong enough to take on a fully grown man he was only twelve.
But...his hands clenched beside him.
There is no way in hell he would let that man get away with this.
"yashamaru" he tried again and this time she looked at him, her eyes lit in recognition then sadness.
"you shouldn't be here gaara, you shouldn't" she said.
"i belong by your side yashamaru. I came to rescue you." he whispered. He got up swiftly looking for something to cover her nakedness. He saw her dress lying torn on the floor.
'bastard' he tried to concentrate on their escape.
He took the big overall coat and wrapped it around her then slowly they made their escape.

They managed to find and an incompleted house to hide from the mans bodyguards. They settled there till morning.
Gaara touched yashamaru as she slept, she was hot, she could be having a fever.he ran to the stream to get water then, he decided to get some food too. They had no more money and there was no one that would give him food so, he stole it and ran, but he couldn't get away. A group of men chased after him, still he managed to lose them and then returned to the house.

He found yashamaru seated by a small fire still wrapped in the overall coat.
He dropped the food and carried the water close to her. He ripped his red shirt and used it to soak up some water then squeez it out, after which he placed it on yashamaru's head.
That brought her out of her thought. She looked at gaara and he smiled reassuringly at her.
Her eyes held his as his hand was still holding the cloth to her head. Gaara lowered his gaze then his hand.
"im...im so sorry....yashamaru i should have....." he was explaining.
"moi gaara, i can't continue to live like this anymore" yashamaru whispered between tears.
"what are you talking.....eh" he didn't get to finish before a rod came flying and almost met his head. If he hadn't jumped back on impulse he would have been unconscious or dead. But the next time the rod came back he wasn't so lucky, the rod hit his hand as he tried to block it.

"what are you doing yashamaru!" he cried in pain, holding his hand that had got hit.
"i want to be free! I can't take it anymore!" yashamaru shouted a crazed look in her eyes as she clenched the rod tightly in her hand.
"your death will be my freedom gaara so please die!" she cried and came charging again rod on the ready. Gaara managed to miss another fatal blow to his head.
"but we ve been through so much together'' he shouted.'' How can you just forget that yashamaru!" gaara shouted, he was afraid. Why was yashamaru acting this way.

"we?" she laughed mocking him.
"gaara you are too quick to trust. You must always remember that just as quick as people turn to your friend they can also turn to your worst enemy."she said.
"never ever trust anyone gaara. That name means i love, so love and fight for only yourself!"
she started charging towards him. He closed his eyes.
"yashamaru i always....want to be with you, it was why i left in the first place"
he open his eyes and looked at gray-lavender eyes as she had suddenly stopped.
"to be with you, to be free...with you. But if my death will bring you want you so desire, then take my life, cause i have nothing else to fight for." he said those last word and took in his last breath.
Yashamaru watched for a while, then she charged her rod ready to run him through. His death mean't freedom.

'MOVE GAARA!' a voice screamed.
Gaara's eyes flicked open like a robot. Yashamaru was already near him and with mighty force he pushed her away from him.

Gaara blinked, as he felt that incredible power just now leave him.
He looked up and saw yashamaru spawled against the wall. She was gasping, a pain expression on her face. His eyes traveled downward to see her blood soaked chest, a wood had went right through her. His eyes widen a fraction, and when she coughed up blood. He screamed.
"yashamaru!"

his tears fell on her face, and she open her eyes. She was in his arms and his cute face was all a mess. She touched it,and he leaned into her touch.
"don't cry for me.....i don't.... Deserve it."she said with laboured breath.
"gaara, you should always fight for yourself, love only yourself"
"yashamaru" gaara cried.

Soon the place was crawling with the men he had he eluded.
"there's the thief!" one of them shouted
"he has killed the woman!" another cried.
"please"gaara choked out.
"save yashamaru"
"it's good that she is dead, after all she is a measly gypsy bound to cause trouble" another man said thoughtfully.
"don't just stand there! She is dying please save her! Don't let her die!" gaara shouted in tears.
A man in dark suna army uniform came in.
Gaara gaped at him'tou-san'
"i will be taking the boy now, you can deal with the rest." general bara said to the officer who just walked in ."yes sir!" he saluted as the other men just stared wide eyed at them.
Bara grabbed gaara's arm and began to pull him along.
"maite! i can't leave her, please! She will die! please don't take me away from her! Yashamaru!" gaara cried as his father continue dragging him away.
He saw yashamaru smile weakly then her hand fell limp.
"yashamaru! Yashamaru! Yashamaru!"

gaara was brought back to the house and locked in the attic.
He sat down, back against the door. His room was still as he remembered, nothing was out of place but, he didn't want to be there.
"yashamaru" he cried.
He couldn't believe he had the strenght to push somebody so hard that when the crashed into a sharp wood it went right through them. It felt like a sad dream, a nightmare perhaps.
He heard his parents taking down the hall and unconsciously listern to them.

"where did you find him" she asked.
"two towns from here"
'they were that close!' gaara thought.
"i don't feel comfortable with that monster brought back into the house" she said
her words didn't hurt as much as they used to, or maybe he was just experiencing too great a pain to feel it.
" i tried to kill him but the woman failed."
"woman?"
" he was traveling with her, they were pretty close...." ' yashamaru?!' the name rang into his head so hard it hurt.
"apparently he killed her."

"oh poor woman if she only knew what he was." she said.
"she didn't want to kill him at first, but when i offered her freedom and a place to call her own she obliged. Too bad she lost though" he said casually.

He...he is the reason. That bastard. He was why yashamaru died.
'but you were the one who killed her'
"yashamaru!" he cried covering his ears and eyes as pain over flow him.

They unlocked the door and allowed him to eat supper then his father brought him back, then securely locked the door unaware of the pocket knife in gaara's pocket.

Gaara stood before himself in the mirror." gaara" he muttered.
Those words played in his head again.
FIGHT FOR YOURSELF, LOVE ONLY YOURSELF!
"so that was what it mean't. Gaara"
he took out the pocket knife then began to carve the words on the right side of his head. It was so deep it would leave a scar, just like he wanted.
He cleaned himself them wore another shirt.
He picked the lock to his room and it gave way. He came into the kitchen and turned on the gas letting it fill the house.
He got back into his room grabbed his bag, which he later packed filled with the house valuables. He grabbed front keys which they left carelessly on top of the shelf.
He came out gripping a lighter in his hand. He flicked the tiny wheel and the lighter turned on with blue flame he watched it for a while then he threw it into the house and just like that the house exploded with gaara walking away not caring that his entirely family were probably dead. It was the idea anyway.

A/N: phew, finally it's over. I did this for you guys so be grateful by sending me lots of reviews okay! I can't write anymore! Oh and thanks guys for the reviews! Love you guys a ton!