Lonely Desert

The Letter of love

Y/n's POV:

The site made me want to hurl. Walking backwards in fear and shock, I felt my leg hit against something. Slowly and I turned around frightened by what I would see you and though it was the decapitated head of my father just laying there eyes wide in horror. His body was close by although the hand was clamped shut and appeared to be holding something. A small crumpled up piece of paper was visible from between his bloodied knuckles. I cautiously walked over and began to pull apart the fingers which took some effort. Grasping his still warm hand in mine I managed to free the now ripped paper from his enclosed fingers.

Upon opening the paper, I began to read its contents. It was indeed address to me. What I read made my hate for Gaaras father grow tremendously.

Kazekages POV:

As soon as I heard a high pitched scream I knew that y/n had made contact with them... I'm very positive that this would definitely be a surprise to the girl when she either kills her own parents or when they kill her. And on top of that just wait until she finds out she has been set up. Wait til she finds out that her parents did love her but had to abandon that love for the greater good of the village. Or so they thought. They are just pawns in my game, and I am the king one who rules over the entirety of this village.

Of course she may never find out about this, but both results will be in my favour and benefiting me. The meeting with the brat was just another way of agitating the second jinchuriki to see how well she can control herself. Exactly the same thing that I did with my own son. He failed but this is not him I'm dealing with. No no no... Y/n is even more powerful than Gaara and if she was to put that power to work she would be unbeatable.

This decision will also prove to be beneficial for the entire village and would be... entertaining to watch. With the whole village against her, it shouldn't be too difficult to kill her off if she proves to be a threat. Yes Jinchuriki are difficult to fight as they are always stronger than normal shinobi, she is just a child and is most likely already dead at this point.

She can't be strong. She's only like five, what could the little wretch possibly do to a chunin or jonin leveled ninja? She's not even genin! That brat is better off dead before she gets much stronger and is able to overpower the village. If she were to make Gaara her accomplice....

We would be done for...

Y/n's POV:

As I began to read the torn letter, I became horrified at the contents;

Dear y/n,
When you see this letter as it's likely that we have passed away. What I would like to say is that we have always loved you, but we also love this village very much and had to follow the Kazekages orders, which I'm sure you can guess what he said. We are so sorry I wish I could've done things differently and shown you the love that you deserve. If we did disobey the Kazekage, you wouldn't be here any more and I didn't want you to die because I know someday you will be a strong kunoichi and along with that little crush of yours, you know the little redhead, you will rule the world, one village at a time. We have another mission to get to you we love you so much. Take care my love,
Lots of love mum and dad.

Hot tears begin to spring from my eyes as I fell to my knees.
"H-how could they love a monster like me?" I hated myself for what I had done. Yes they treated me badly but it wasn't their fault, they did it out of their love for me and this village. And also what did they mean by c-crush... but more importantly how would they know about Gaara becoming the Kazekage? I know it happens but that because I watched the series... weird...
Suddenly as I raised my head to look up at my surroundings, I saw the same redhead standing in front of me, I tried to blink the tears away from my eyes so I could see him more clearly.

But as soon as he was there he was gone again. I must be hallucinating Gaara, I really needed to calm down and not let delusions capture me.

I began to stand up but faltered as my leg gave way and I fell into a pile of blood from my father. I tried again but this time I was successful in standing although I still wavered. I had to still get ready for my meeting with said Sand Sibling. That was all the motivation I needed to take a few wobbly steps. I wanted to throw up but I held it down in fear of loosing consciousness all together. My eyesight began to get patchy but I was determined to get home. There I could have a four hour rest before going to meet up with my best friend. Covering my mouth with one hand I jumped off the tall building and onto the next one which was about 3/4 of the height. I continued this motion until I reached my street. I had been alone a lot previously so sleeping for a few hours alone was no big deal. I unlocked and sluggishly opened the door and rushed inside whilst locking it behind me and sprinting to the toilet.

After vomiting for about 10 minutes I took a shower and washed off all the now dry and clotted blood off of my body before drying myself and getting new clothes to wear. I didn't have many but I had enough. I threw the stained ones in the bin because I couldn't salvage them before jumping into bed and setting my alarm for 8:30pm, giving me just enough time to get ready and arrive at the correct time.

After crying my eyes out I fell into a deep sleep letting the cloudiness take over my eyesight and the tiredness take it's toll on my sore body.