Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Together With You: A Gaara Story ❯ A Fated Reunion ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I don't own nor do I wish to own Naruto or Gaara or any other characters. Shiruki and Hiruka are mine ^^

 

Recap:

"Alright. Ready to go?" he asked with a smile. Shiruki glared at him and Temari and Kankuro laughed, earning a glare from Gaara. They stopped and averted their glances. Hiruka smiled and lifted Shiruki up on his shoulders. He started to walk away. That was the last Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro ever saw of Shiruki.

 

 

Chapter 1: A Fated Reunion

 

10 years later...

After her training was completed and a couple of missions were completed, Shiruki decided to return to the Sand village. She had forgotten her past. She remembered nothing. As she walked, she felt compelled to stop in the same spot that she had been ripped away from at such a tender age of 6. The way Shiruki remembered was that she was there alone. No one accepted her and no one ever would. She was fine with that. But then, just as she was about to give up hope of her ninja training, Hiruka informed her of a sensei in the Sand Village that caught word of her. He wished for her to come and join his team. Hiruka accepted the offer for her, knowing Shiruki would thank him later. All Shiruki cared about, however was getting away from the stupid sensei that she'd been under the care of for the past ten, long, excrutiating years. Finally, the day came. Hiruka sent her off with her Sand Village clothes that looked familiar to Shiruki. Nonetheless, she donned them and went on her way. Now, she stood in the Sand Village, not recognizing anything. No one looked familiar. Some people ran up to her and claimed they knew her but she didn't recall and sent them away with a glare.

 

She'd been walking for over an hour now, looking for a "Baki." Still no show. Shiruki had progressed far beyond any other Sand ninja that the Leaf Village had known. As she walked, she heard a deep voice call out to her. "Shiruki!" the voice called. She looked up from her trance to see a man wearing some sort of cloth over his left side of his face. She found it odd but shrugged it off and picked up her pace. She wasn't particularly fond of working with others. Over the years, Shiruki's happy-go-lucky nature had diminished and hardened into a cold, unwelcoming attitude. Her smile had become an evil glare and her overall appearance had changed from happy, little girl, to cold, emotionless, heartless she-devil. She had learned to control sand along with other jutsu, such as Rasengan and Shadow Clone. Hiruka, though annoying and lazy, had taught her useful things. "Come. Your team mates are waiting," Baki continued. He led her off through the streets and into a room. There, a blonde girl, a purple faced guy, and a red headed boy stood silently. "Everyone. This is your new team mate, Shiruki. Make her welcome," he said in a sort of monotone voice. With that, he left.

 

Shiruki stood there silently in the doorway, glaring at the boys and the single girl. The blonde's eyes widened as if in recognition. "Another Gaara?" she sighed. She was cleaning her huge fan, sitting cross legged on a bed.

 

The purple faced guy rolled his eyes and grinned at Shiruki. "I don't know, Temari. She might be perfect for Gaara," he chuckled. "Maybe even show him things that other girl showed him so long ago," he added quietly.

 

The red headed boy glared at the two. He turned his glare back to Shiruki and averted his glance to outside the window he stood by. He clearly understood, it appeared. Shiruki could possibly get along with him if she must. The other two, however, seemed incompetent. She decided that she would waste none of her time getting to know them. With a glare at the ones that were looking at her, she sat on the couch silently with her arms still crossed over her chest. The girl known as Temari smiled and sat next to Shiruki. "Well, since we're working together, I'm Temari. My brother, Kankuro, is the idiot with the purple face. And Gaara is my other brother with the red hair. You and him are alike, from what I see," she smiled, jabbing her thumb back at Gaara. Shiruki looked at Kankuro, nodded, then to Gaara. Her sight lingered on him then nodded and returned her sight to Temari. "Not much of a talker, huh?" Shiruki glared at her and shrugged, emotionlessly.

 

Kankuro cleared his throat and walked up to the two on the couch. He took a seat next to Shiruki and draped his arm around her shoulders. She growled lightly and Kankuro chuckled. "So, Shiruki, how about we go get something to eat?" he grinned.

 

Shiruki growled and glared daggers at him. She shot up and disappeared in a pile of sand. She reappeared on the roof where she had been years before. She sat and stared out at the moon. How dare that guy act as if he knew her and expected her to be some kind of flitty girl that gushed over him. How pathetic. Shiruki had lost all her happiness when she was ripped away from her original village and sent to train with that idiot of a sensei. There was no need for emotions on her missions. And working with that Naruto Uzumaki? She hated him more than anything. Sasuke Uchiha wasn't all that bad. He wasn't as annoying. He had a bit of a superiority complex though, which slightly annoyed her. And Sakura...she just couldn't stand to see her gushing over Sasuke and get defensive when Sasuke ignored her. Shiruki rolled her eyes at the idiots of team mates she had to put up with all those years. She thanked the gods that she didn't have to put up with that ramen loving, loud mouth idiot called Naruto. Oh, but now, she was in another team. Baki seemed alright. He was guaranteed not to get on her nerves with his quick introduction and quick exit. Temari was slightly too friendly for her taste. Kankuro was just an idiot. She hated him already. But what she couldn't shake was that she felt compelled to speak with them like she'd known them for years. She threw that thought from her head with a quickness. 'No way in hell am I going to befriend idiots like those two,' she resolved to herself. That red headed boy known as Gaara, however, seemed to strike her interest. It was if she recognized that glare from somewhere before. Like she, sometime before, were friends with them. She curled her knees to her chest and sighed quietly. As she got deeper and deeper in thought, minutes passed by. She heard footsteps behind her. They walked closer until they stopped beside her. She glared up at the intruder to see that it was Gaara. He glared back at her and sat next to her, staring out over the abandoned landscape before them, looking at the moon as well. "What do you want?" Shiruki asked venemously. Her words were acid. Her gaze lingered on Gaara before turning back to the moon.

 

Gaara remained silent. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye briefly. It seemed like eons until he finally spoke with the same cold, venemous words as she had produced minutes before. "Temari and Kankuro are looking for you," he said in more of a growl than speech. His gaze lingered on Shiruki's moonlit form. It reminded him of years before. At this same spot, same time of night. Shiruki and him had sat here on this same roof. Except now, her form had changed. Her long hair had gotten longer. It was nearly to her upper thigh. The red streaks contrasted beautifully with her black hair. Her eyes were still the same icy blue as he remembered. But now, instead of seeing the loving, happy look he loved so much, he saw bitterness and hatred smoldering that fire that Shiruki's eyes once held so long ago. Her attire had changed too. She now wore a black choker with a single blood red jewel dangling to her collarbone. Her pinstripes on her cheeks accented her face. She wore red baggy pants with bandages tied on her right leg, the look she loved as a kid and hoped to wear one day when she was older, and a black tight shirt with a mesh top over it that stopped at her elbows, resembling Gaara's mesh. Her village headband was tied to a sash that was wrapped around her hips and draped around her chest, tying at her hip with a piece dangling down her left leg. She wore black ninja shoes and wore a beaded bracelette that resembled prayer beads. Dangling from the center was a single crystal with what seemed like the symbol for "demon." He almost snickered at that. How fitting.

 

Shiruki noticed him staring and glared harshly at him. She scoffed with a low growl. "Your brother's an idiot. As for your sister, she's too friendly." She glared at him. "Stupidity better not run in the family," she growled with an undermining threat that he was sure she'd carry out. Her glare was harsh. Gaara's mirrored hers. He stifled a grin as she rolled her eyes and turned back to the moon.

 

Gaara crossed her arms over his chest and rested on his back, staring up at the sky like before. The only thing that was missing was Shiruki cuddling up to him. "No. It doesn't," he said, answering her threat.

 

Shiruki nodded and slowly eased onto her back, her arms behind her head in a relaxed position. Something was nagging her. A question she had to ask him. Something she had to know. Her undying curiousity hadn't changed over the years. "What did Temari and Kankuro mean?" she asked, attempting to still sound cold, but some of her childlike curiosity slipped out. Gaara blinked and tried to think of what she meant. Seeing that he was confused, Shiruki continued. "Temari...she said that you and I are alike. Though I don't see the likeness in any way. And as for your idiot of a brother, he said that I'm perfect for you. What does he mean? Is it just their stupidity? Or is there something they are trying to suggest?" she asked accusingly.

 

Gaara quickly looked away to hide the grin he had acquired through her little ranting session. "I don't know," he lied. He knew exactly what they meant. And he figured she'd eventually find out by herself. It kind of stung Gaara that she was acting this way. He missed the happy her. The one that put a smile on his childlike face. The one that brought him happiness through the years of his miserable childhood. She was his light in the dark. The stars in his sky. His everything. His whole world. And now, she let the years change her for the worse. She was acting...She was acting just like...Just like...him.

 

Shiruki looked away. "Gaara? You're...not afraid of me?" she whispered. Gaara's eyes widened. The same question she had asked when they first met. If this was a joke, it was a sick one. He played along just like he had so long ago. "Why would I be?" he asked, coldly.

 

Shiruki looked at him with wide eyes, a first show of emotion, the same expression she had used back then. "You...don't know why?" Gaara, playing along again, shook his head. "I have a demon in me....I've killed-"

 

Gaara couldn't take it much longer. "Many people and have been shunned by the villages," he finished for her, mimicking the words she told him before. Shiruki nodded. "It was what happened to me," he said, knocking off that idea that he knew.

 

Shiruki looked at him. "Temari was right," she whispered. Gaara turned to Shiruki. Her face changed. It wasn't cold. It was just...blank, innocent. He nodded and Shiruki did something she hadn't done for ten years.

 

She smiled.

 

 

 

TBC....

 

 

A/N: alright. there's chapter 1. sorry if gaara's a little ooc....again, not gonna push you to R&R. could care less. just writing for fun. and if you have any questions or concerns....please feel free to email me:

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