Please Don't Forget Me ~Gaara~

Hey, Gaara? Do you remember back when we were little? I remember. You were so sweet back then, so innocent. Even now you are sweet. Like the candy you nicknamed me after...

(Opening theme song: Fake or Fate : Luke Megurine)

I was only eight years old when my Mother signed me to a record company. My voice was exceptional for someone my age, and they wanted me to debut as soon as possible. But... they told me I would have to work nonstop for almost a month... When would I get to play? Mother was so happy. She brushed my hair and went on and on about how great of an opportunity this was for me. But was it really? I wasn't so sure.

The first photo shoot was when I really started to feel like the record companies play thing. The poster for my first single was beautiful, with me in that white and black kimono, holding the shredded umbrella that was now in the corner. I didn't like the color they made me dye my hair though. It used to be so pretty, all shiney and black. Now... it's so dull, and the blonde is to light. I liked the way the picture looked. But the name on the poster...

My true self, Esendo Yakamura.

"Who's Esendo?" I asked. The producer never looked up from his phone.

"That is going to be your name from now on. Get used to it." My name? What was wrong with my old name? I looked at myself in the mirror as I waited for Mother to pick me up. But is it normal for an eight year old to look at herself and not know who she is seeing?

The posters were put up all over the wind Nation. I was on three different morning talk shows and interveiwed for five different magazines. They all said the same thing. "It's great to see someone your age who knows what they want to do for the rest of their life." The rest of life? I ... I don't know... I don't want to do this... I don't want to sing! I don't want to talk to these people! Stop taking my picture! Please... I don't want this.

But it couldn't helpped. I tried staying quiet when in an interveiw, but then Mother would just answer for me. I kept my head down, so I wouldn't have to look at them. Where is my true self? Does she still exsist?

When it came time to start recording the song, I fefused to sing. The producer just treated me like some pet again, and yelled at me to suck it up and sing the damn song. All the time he yelled my Mother just sat against the wall and flipped through her magazine. She didn't care that I was standing there crying. She didn't care that I didn't want to sing. All Mother wanted was my paycheck and bragging rights.

I loved my Mother dearly, and only wanted her to be proud of me. Could I do that by singing this? Finally we came to an understanding, the producer and I. I was allowed to rewrite the song, as long as it kept the same title and basic message. So the recording was pushed off for a week. And you know, I didn't know the first thing about writing lyrics, but I put down my real feelings about this.

For the entire week that I was alowed to work on the song, I sang and sang and sang, just to feel better. Why I choose singin I will never know. Maybe because I knew that might be the last time I would be allowed to sing just for myself. It hurt to think like that. Singing was mine. My voice belongs to me. But... has it now been sold to someone else? To be used the way they want?

On the last day, I gave my lyrics to the producer, only to be yelled at again. My lyrics were depressing, unrelatable. Who would ever listen to this song and like it? But he gave the okay, saying it would teach me a lesson that he is always right. After recording for an hour everyone was given a break. My Mother walked with me down the hall.

"You really shouldn't have messed with Mr. Osenchi's lyrics Esendo. You are in no possition to be making demands. This is your debut. You can start pushing people around once you have at least a full album and a perminate contract. Do you hear me Esendo?"

But I didn't want to answer her. My own Mother calling me by that rediculous excuse for a name. Please, give me at least one person who will still see me, know me, adress me as me. I walked outside, needing the chance to play at the park, run around, feel like I was normal again. But the minute someone walked by, they stopped me.

"Oh my God! You're Esendo Yakamura! I've seen you on Tv and read all the magazines! I can't wait for your single to be released!" One woman said.

"Esendo! May I have your autograph?" A man asked. Every person I passed, it was the same thing. Finally I covered my ears and ran as fast as I could. I ran and I ran, but I felt like I couldn't run fast enough. Don't call me that name!

I ran into someone, falling to the ground, opening my eyes to find a boy my age. One that I had been warned about for many years to stay away from. But this was the first time I had actually seen him. He was on the ground too, but he didn't look hurt. His hair was the strangest shade of red, thick rings of black rimed his narrow seaform colored eyes. I stood, unsure of what to do. SHould I run or help him up? I mean, I am the one that ran into him.

Depite the warnings I had been given, I decided to give Him a chance. He couldn't be as bad as people made him out to be. "Are you okay?" I asked, holding my hand out to him. But he just stared at it. Stared at it surprised, and wondering. Then he looked up to me. What could I do but smile at him? And you know, when he finally took my hand, I felt like something real had just come into my life. "Sorry for running into you. I'm Chi- Oh... Sorry, I mean I'm Esendo Yakamura."

But he caught my slip and gave me a confused look. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing! Just... my old name is all. I'm still not used to this one."

"Why did you get a new name?" I wondered that same thing.

"Because I'm going to be famous soon, and the mean producer didn't like my name." I looked up at the sky. "Hey, wanna know my real name?" He nodded. "Then be my friend!" He was shocked, my smile just seemed to add to it. But in the end, he grinned widely and nodded.

"Sure! I'll be your friend, Esendo!" He looked away with a small blush. "I'm Sabaku No Gaara."

"It's nice to meet you!" We nwalked hand in hand down the street, talking, laughing, playing. Like normal kids. And I felt like... like singing! I was so happy I just wanted to sing out loud for Gaara. I talked him into coming with me to the rest of the recording so we could play together afterward. And when we got back, the producer yelled at me again for being gone so long, and bringing Gaara with me. He wanted him to leave!

"No! Don't make Gaara leave! Please don't!" I yelled. But they wouldn't listen to me. So I did the only thing I could to show them that if they just let Gaara stay with me I would do what ever they want. With my hands folded in fornt of me, tears running down my face, I sang.

(Ending theme: My true self :Kagamine Rin)

"Why does my heart want to ach from crying?

Why do I hate myself so much?

The people that walk pass laughing, Are they making fun of me?

Why am I breathing?

If only I could stop breathing painlessly.

Someone please help me, my heart yelling out in lonliness

Even if I pretend to be tough, I want someone to find me soon

Why is it that even though my heart feels so lonly

Why do I try so hard to push people away

If I were to disappear from this world tomorrow, I bet there wouldn't be anyone who would cry for me

I want someone important to me who can laugh and cry with me

My true self is sighing and yelling."