Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Two of a Kind ❯ The Monster ( Chapter 1 )

Declaimer: I do not own Naruto, some guy named Kishimoto Masashi does.

 

Ok, I'm starting another fic even though I still have another fic to continue. I decided to write two at once, I have this idea that I must get out.

 

Warning: This fic is Yaoi, which means guy on guy, two males together. If you don't like it, turn away now. I don't want any stupid complaints about my story being yaoi when I clearly warned you. For everyone else, enjoy. Also this will be a Naruto/Gaara and Kyuubi/Shukaku fic. Again if you don't like don't read.

 

“Shukaku speech”

“Kyuubi speech”

“Everyone else speech”

“Thought speech”

 

Chapter 1

On with the story

A small figure walked threw the sandy streets of the city. Many people went about there business, talking amongst each other, working, or just walking, that is until they saw the figure. They looked upon the small child with a mix of fear and hate in the eyes. The people moved away from the figure's path, afraid of its wrath, the wrath of a small child, the child known as Gaara.

 

The seven year old Gaara walked threw the streets with his head hung low. His red bangs over his eyes, blocking his view, his baggy red pants and brown shirt hung loosely from him as he trudged threw the sandy streets. His father never bothered to buy the monster new clothes even though he had plenty of money. Gaara stared at the ground on purpose; he didn't want to see the fear filled eyes of his fellow villagers, but Gaara knew where he was going even though he couldn't see in front of him because he goes there everyday in hopes of making at least one friend. Gaara's makes his way to the park.

 

Gaara knows he's close because he can hear the happy laughs of the children there. He looks up and big green eyes scan over the area. There are various structures for the kids to play on, like swings and slides. The kids run playfully around the park while there parents watch at the side. Gaara knows he is not welcome but he still wants to watch. He finds a bench a good ways away from the other children and sits there watching enviously. How he wished he could run around care free, with friends, happy.

 

As he sits on the bench, suddenly a green Frisbee flies over his head. He automatically gets up and reaches for it but he is to short. Just as he looses hope, a string of sand flies up and grabs the Frisbee out of the air. It then lowers itself and sets the Frisbee in Gaara's hands. Gaara smiles and waits for the kids to come over to get there Frisbee. Maybe he could join them.

 

As the children run over, they take one look at Gaara before stopping in there tracks. Gaara smiles and approaches them nervously; his hands outstretched offering them the Frisbee.

 

“Um, I got your Frisbee for you. Can I play?” Gaara says shyly.

 

The children's eyes widen in fear before the turn around and scream. They run to there parents scared for there lives. The parents grab there children, send a glare towards Gaara, and leave the park. Gaara stands there holding the Frisbee, watching everyone leave. He stands there alone, he's always alone. After standing there frozen, he finally breaks down and cries. He falls to his knees, cups his face in his hands, and cries. The force of his sobbing shakes his small figure.

 

“Why, why does everyone treat me this way? I didn't choose to be born with this. Why does everyone treat me like a monster?” He sobs.

 

“That is because you are a monster.” A deep voice says.

 

Gaara stays there sobbing, already knowing this voice. It was the always present voice in his head he's had since he could remember. The only thing that's ever cared for him.

 

“But I'm not a monster. I haven't done anything to the villagers; I have only hurt people when they attacked me. It's not my fought.” He screamed trying to convince himself, more than the voice.

 

“That's not the way the villagers see it. Since you were born you have always been a monster, and you will forever be a monster. You have already killed and you are just seven years old. Those villagers will always fear and hate you, no matter what you do.” The voice growled.

 

Gaara shook his head not wanting to accept what the voice said. He has had this conversation with the voice many times, but he always tried not to listen. But every glare the villagers sent his way, every fear filled gaze cast upon him told him that he was a monster. And slowly he was beginning to accept it.

 

He looked down at the sand below him. He watched as it moved and flowed as if it had a mind of its own. His only friend was the sand. It always protected him. But he wanted more. Was it to much to ask for a real friend? All the other kids had friends, why not him. There could only be one reason.

 

“I am a monster.” He said sadly

 

“Yes you are. But no matter what you are, I will always be here.”

 

Not wanting to move, Gaara just hunched over and cried to himself, unable to sleep, surrounded by his only friend.

 

Night came quickly and soon Gaara found the punishment of staying outside on a desert night. He shivered wildly, trying to chase away the cold, but even the sand covering his body couldn't warm him. Gaara finally decided that he should go home even though he knew he would find no love there. He slowly got up and prepared himself for the long walk home. He looked around and realized how dark it was. He began to shiver again, but not from the cold, but from fear. He was always afraid of the dark.

 

Gaara began his walk, moving faster than usual. The city was quite, it was very late and everyone was asleep by now. As he walked, he felt as if he was being watched. He thought it was just him being paranoid but he still sped up anyway. As he moved the feeling grew stronger and soon he found himself running from his unknown stalker. He ran as fast as he could, huffing and puffing but soon he ran out of breath. He stopped and fell on all fours trying to catch he breath. As he caught his breath he heard something whipping threw the air, when he looked up his eyes widened as a shuriken sailed straight for him.

 

He raised his arms over his face and braced himself, but the impact never came. When he opened his eyes he saw that the shuriken was stuck in a wall of sand. The sand released the shuriken and it fell harmlessly to the ground. The sand then began to swirl around Gaara protectively. As Gaara stood up a tall figure appeared before him. It was dark so Gaara couldn't make out the figures features but he did know that the person in front of him was much bigger than him. As he looked further he noticed the glint on the figures forehead. It was a sand shinobi head band.

 

Gaara knew exactly what was happening because is happened before. Another one of his own people was trying to kill him. But he didn't want to fight, that's why everyone hated him. So he tried to reason with the figure.

 

“Please leave me alone, I didn't do anything to anyone, I don't want to fight, just go away.” Gaara said in a tiny high pitched voice. His voice was filled with desperation. But the figure said nothing. It just pulled out a kunai and charged.

 

The figure was very fast. Gaara inexperienced eyes couldn't even keep up with the person's movements but his sand could. Every attack and charge was blocked by the sand. The figure was relentless, slashing and punching at Gaara but nothing got threw. The figure threw a hail of shuriken and kunai at Gaara but they were blocked as well. The figure than jumped back and started making hand seals, when it was done the sand on the ground started forming around the figure's arm. The sand formed into a large blade and the figure charged. It got to Gaara in just seconds and slashed down on Gaara with a loud battle cry. The blade got an inch way from Gaara's scared face before it stopped. Gaara's sand held the figures arm in a vice grip. The figure pulled but he was stuck. The sand then began to travel up the figure's body until the figure was totally encased in sand. There was a whisper in Gaara's mind before the sand gave the finishing blow.

 

“No mercy.”

 

As the voice said that, the figure screamed and was crushed by the sand. Blood spayed everywhere, some even getting onto Gaara. The whole area was drenched in blood. Gaara reached a hand to his face and ran his hands along his head. He brought it down and stared at the blood on his hand. Gaara began to shake slightly before continuing his journey home at full speed.

 

In a building in the middle of the village

 

A man in the formal kakekage robe sat patiently in his chair. The room was in was well furnished with very expensive accessories across the room. The man tapped his hand on the desk in front of him waiting for the news on his newest mission. Suddenly a whirl of sand appeared in the middle of the room and when it dissipated, a man appeared, bowing to the kakekage.

 

“Kakekage-same, the assassin was unsuccessful. Gaara still lives.”

 

The kakekage banged his fist on his desk, breaking it. He then turned around and headed over to his window. He looked out on the village and began to think. This was not the first time he had tried to kill his son. This was the seventh failure. Gaara has no idea that his own father was trying to kill him, but that is for the best. If he ever figured that out, Gaara might loose control and unleash that demon, Shukaku, and he couldn't let that happen. Gaara was too much of a risk. If that demon ever got out he could destroy the village. He had tried just killing Gaara, but Gaara is just too powerful. The kakekage began to think of a solution. As he looked at his desert village, his eyes ran over a single leaf, probably blown from a dieing tree. As he looked at it, an idea popped into his head. He smiled sadistically before turning to the ninja still kneeling in his room.

 

“Bring me the fastest ninja in the village. I have a message for Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves.” He said with a smile.

 

The ninja nodded before disappearing. After watching the ninja leave the kakekage sat back in his chair, his smile never leaving his face.

 

 

 

That's the end of this chapter, please review.

Well what do you think? I know I said this would be a Naruto/Gaara story and your probably wondering where Naruto is. Well he'll show up eventually. I wanted to explain a day Gaara's life since I don't see many people do that. I know I have another story, but I'll be working on both this one and that one. Well, please review. No free loading. Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, I'll update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.