Sand Siblings

Part 18

"The days seem to pass quicker now." hummed Kankuro, lying on his bed and yawning.
"Yeah... It's almost as if we have gotten used to living here and have adapted." murmured Temari, savoring the silent night, especially since the night before it was pouring rain.
"We have done more than get used to it. We have accepted it." added Gaara, who had moved his bed closer to the doorway so that he could sit comfortably whilst looking out into the night.

"Mhm... We... We have totally..." mumbled his brother's voice, before it trailed off into a snort, then deep breathing.
"Geez, he goes out fast. It's freaky." chuckled the kunoichi. "G'night Gaara."
"Goodnight." answered the jinchuuriki, not taking his eyes off the stars.

A few minutes later, he turned around and noticed that his sister had fallen asleep as well.
"Hm. Hypocrite." he huffed, his eyes softening a little at the peaceful sight. He faced the night again.

It was cold at night.
That afternoon, he and his siblings had returned to the shipwreck to find more items to facilitate their survival on the island. They recuperated ripped drapes and sheets and worked the rest of the day sewing.
This was how Gaara was able to wrap himself in his blanket to keep warm. He sighed contently.

This really wasn't too bad. If they minded their safety, health, hunger and mental states, they could live longer on their island than back in the village. Especially him, since his pathetic excuse of a father tried to assassinate him multiple times. For something that wasn't even his own fault. He had never asked to be a demon. A monster. Hated and despised.
If his father had given him the choice, he would have given up this incredible power for love. The village's love. His siblings' love. His uncle's love. His father's love. His mother's life.

Che, you're still better off with me. Love didn't save your ass when daddy tried to get rid of you, I did.

Shukaku laughed, enjoying every moment that his vessel was in emotional pain.
Though Gaara's mind was in peace, his heart was still missing something.
"I know, but it might have never happened to begin with if you weren't here..." mentally snapped the jinchuuriki back at his demon.

He couldn't understand why his father did this to them. He knew that the Kazekage hadn't expected him to lose control of Shukaku. But the demon... the demon was so strong. He had tried so, so hard to control it so that he could see some sort of approval, some sort of pride in that man's eyes.
But he was a failure. He couldn't control it. And his father would look at him with disgust, hate, disappointment.
Gaara clenched his fists, hate, anger and heartbreak filling him.
The first assassination attempt. The worst moment in his life. He had been betrayed by everyone. Yashamaru. His father. The village. The day he had changed.
When his father would gaze coldly at him, he would just gaze back. He would never show his pain, his absolute terror, knowing that the Kazekage... His father... wanted him death.
The Kazekage could have taken his life and Gaara knew it. But for some reason, he would never face him himself. It was always someone else, another shinobi, who would die. That Gaara would kill.

Pathetic. Cowardly. Confusing.
The redhead had never hated a person as much as he hated his father.
He used to love him... He used to love him so much...
But that love just broke his heart. Again. And again. And again.

You got that right. Now we're back at square zero. Wouldn't taking revenge on his flesh and blood be delicious? They're right behind you, sleeping. They won't even feel a thing.

Revenge would be exquisite. Wait, no... Gaara shook his head. Revenge wouldn't make him feel better. And for nothing in this world would he hurt his family.
Sucking in a long, shaky breath, the jinchuuriki glanced at his siblings to calm himself.
He had slowly started to control the beast, but it was only recently that he had truly gained the upper hand over the demon by healing his wounds of the heart and becoming stronger. With his siblings' love.
He frowned when he remembered the incident a few days after their arrival on the island. He had lost control, Shukaku had taken over and nearly killed Kankuro and Temari.