Gaara's Wolf

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Song is 'Acadia' by Marianas Trench. In Gaara's POV. Enjoy! P.S., please comment if you're feeling up to it. I love getting feedback from all of you! P.S.S., I'm gonna try to write a few chapters in advance so I can update throughout the week instead of a bunch of chapters on the weekends. Just so you all know. P.S.S.S., I have a new fic out called Montgomery High. It's a Naruto fanfic.

"It could be dangerous."

"It's not."

"It could be. What if-"

"Everyone there is dead. What if what? It's a ghost town, Gaara."

I sigh, letting Abby know I'm frustrated. She wants to visit her old home today - the destroyed Hidden Soul Village. However, Shukaku thinks it could be a potential danger, and I don't know if I want to let her walk right in.

"How the hell could it be dangerous?" Abby asks me. I sigh. I have no clue.

"Shukaku thinks it is," I inform her, ratting the sand demon out.

Dammit, Kid! Shukaku complains, but I ignore him. What the hell, Gaara? I thought we were a team.

"Shukaku can kiss my ass," Abby demands. "We're going."

I know I'm not going to win this argument. As much as Shukaku hates to admit it, this girl has complete control over me. It's strange because we both have dominant personalities, but I just feel so submissive when I'm around her. I can't argue with her because I feel it's pointless.

"How far away is it?" I ask. The sun is low in the sky. It's around nine in the morning. I'm hoping we'll get in and get out before the sun goes back down.

Abby shrugs. "Like an hour. Not that long, Kuma." She takes my hand and massages my fingers, which for some reason causes me to relax. "I'm excited, y'know?"

"Yeah. I can tell." I watch her closely, studying her. She's such an interesting individual. Her entire village was destroyed when she was so young, yet somehow she continues to stay positive. She lives through others, like Eddie and Aleks. She puts me so high on this pedestal, but in reality, I'm just a monster. "I don't know what you see in me," I admit. I'm so scared of losing her, so it's hard for me to admit I'm self-conscious, but I just need to know why she loves me.

"What do you mean, Gaara?" Abby looks at me, frowning.

"I mean, why me? I know I've told you before who I used to be. I used to kill for fun. Why do you love me?" I ask.

Abby shrugs and smiles at me. "Because you're not like that anymore. You changed and now, even though you don't always show it, you're loving and caring and protective and just all around different. And, besides, the only reason you were like that was because Shukaku couldn't get his shit together. He's different now, and so are you." She nudges me. "And it's not just because of me and Aga. It's because of your friends and your siblings teaching you that life isn't just about killing others."

I don't answer and we walk in a peaceful silence until we get close to the destroyed village. "Okay, Kuma, listen up. This place is, well, dead. Just, don't be shocked, okay?" I nod. I won't be.

Oh, just kidding. I am shocked.

As we come up over the hill and the village is suddenly in view, I have to stop walking and just stare. The village is covered in a fine layer of ash. The buildings that weren't burned down still stand tall, though they're abandoned. Abby takes my hand and leads me closer.

Inside the village, I notice there are no bodies. We step carefully to avoid stepping on broken glass and such, but never to avoid stepping on a body. "I thought everyone, uh, died," I say stupidly, coughing at the end of my sentence.