Shared Pain ~A Gaara One-shot~

Everyday of my short pitiful life is like cut to my heart. But it's not like I can just ignore it, let them think I don't care, that what they do to me doesn't faze me. Because it's hard not to scream when someone burns you, cuts you, breaks your bones just because they want to see you in pain. I know I'm not like them, that I can't converse like they can. But am I really so different from them? I look like them. Long brown hair, large black eyes, pale skin. I talk like them. So what makes me different?

Maybe it's the fact that I don't have parents? Or maybe because when someone asks my name I say 'I don't have one.' Because really, I don't. Sure, I'm called all sorts of names like, Brat, Demon, Freak, Monster. But how am I supposed to know which one is mine? I'm not sure how old I am, or where I came from. But I know that the place I live in is called Sunagakure. It's a very dry place, never rains much. But it gets really cold at night. Thats why I choose to sleep under peoples portches, because it's warmer than a cardboard box or a bench.

It was always strange to me how people treated me. The way they would see me and instantly push me down and kick me or spit at me. I can't remember having done something bad, but whatever it was it must have been pretty bad. I hope someday they can forgive me... I didn't mean it... Honest, I don't mean to upset everyone.

Once, when I was a lot younger, I heard a woman talking about a boy that had some kind of demon inside him. She said he was a monster and that he shouldn't be alowed to live. And her friend said, "Well what about the girl Jinchuriki?"

"Oh, that rabbit creature?! She's disgusting! Running around in those rags she calls cloths. I don't know why the Kazekage even lets her run around town like that."

"Well I just hope the two of them never meet. Can you imagine what would happen if those demons became friends?"

"They could destroy the whole town!"

You know, I never knew if they were talking about me, but I was more interested in finding out what a Jinchuriki was. It sounds cool!

As I grew older, I learned more how to find the good stuff. The best cloths I had I pulled from the Goodwill donation boxes around town, and I almost always found good food in the trash can behind Nomukino's resturant. Sometimes I would get lucky and the men in charge of unloading boxes from a truck and into a general store would leave them unattended. So I got soap! I never took much. I didn't want to add to my list of sins.

Theres a large water barrel close to Nomukino's, and it has a small leak in it. So push one of the buckets next to it up to the leak so that when I'm scavenging for food the bucket is full of water for a bath and something to drink. It's not much, but I can live with it.

One morning I was walking in the shadows of the building, trying not to be seen, when I noticed a large crowd ahead of me. They were cheering happily as a tall, red headed man stood on a platform in front of them. He had a small smile on his face.

"Who would have ever thought that HE would become Kazekage?" One man asked.

"It surprises me too. Really just amazing."

"Maybe he's not such a bad kid."

So he was the new Kazekage? I knew that the Kazekage was a very important person that looked over everyone, and I felt really happy for him. The smile across my face was one of nothing but joy, but also one that only lasted for a few seconds. The men who had been talking turnned to see me standing there, hands on the building next to me, bright smile on my face, and they were filled with disgust that I would dare smile at the all mighty Kazekage. They're fists made contact with my face and stomach as I fell to the ground. It was always like this. I never got to go a day without being kicked and stomped on.