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Something to Fight For: One-shot

(P.S, this has to do with my fan-fiction. It's Gaara's point of view of what happens right after the chapter Fixing (Again), so you may not want to read it if you haven't read that.... >.>)

 

 

Gaara stood frozen for twenty more minutes after Haruka left. His mind was a blank slate and not capable of forming even a single thought.

Slowly, he began to snap out of whatever trance he had been in. As he blinked his eyes, he noticed Kankuro and Temari in similar states of shock beside him. He began to think back on exactly what had happened when she had 'attacked' him.

He had been trying to kill her, like he had wanted to for so long. Things had been going well, too. In fact, she had been tiring and he was so close to making a death blow. Then Kankuro and Temari began to speak with her, though he couldn't hear what was said from the excited screaming of 'Mother' filling his ears. After that...

He shuddered to remember it. Never before in his entire life had anyone ever came as close to him as she did. The worst thing was that she had done it multiple times; if it was only a one-time thing, resulting in her death, he could get over it.

This, though... This was something he just couldn't take. She had gotten into his personal space on more than one occasion, and had even touched him. Four times.

Growling, he ran off. His head started to hurt from all of his confusion and anxiety, and he just wanted to get away from it.

He ended up in the woods, somewhere in Konoha. Landing in a tree, he grabbed his head and crouched down. It was pounding from 'Mother''s anger at his failure to kill the girl, and at all the foreign emotions.

Why couldn't he just kill her? It would make all of his troubles go away, and his life would become so much simpler. With her dead, he would no longer feel that strange rush of coldness and that weird heaviness on his chest.

Was that what it was like to feel true fear? If so, he did not like that emotion one bit.

After he stayed out for a few more hours, howling as he tore at his hair, Gaara headed home. He was hungry and wanted to find something to kill. Perhaps that would relieve the pain inside him.

Using his sand to carry him home, Gaara stepped through a window. He headed straight for the pantry, ignoring his siblings. They were sitting at the table whispering to each other, but had jumped at the sight of him.

As he got out some dango for a quick meal, they did their best to go unnoticed by their brother. They both had no idea what he was feeling after what had happened, and were on their guard. Experience had shown them that a moody Gaara was a bad Gaara.

Stoically, Gaara munched on the food and stared at the two. He watched with a dark satisfaction as they sweated and trembled under his gaze. At least they felt the proper respect for him, unlike somepeople.

Once he finished, he gripped the dango sticks and made his way over to them slowly. 'Mother' relished in the fear that increased with each of his steps, as did he. Standing directly in front of them, he carefully set the sticks down on the table.

Turning, he left the room, feeling satisfaction at their sighs of relief. If only he could incite such fear from a certain blonde female, than everything would be fine.

He jumped out the window and climbed onto the roof to sit down. He would wait until later to go and find a new victim. For now, he just wanted to feel some peace and quiet: No 'Mother', no animals, no siblings, no annoying girls. Just silence. He was just getting comfortable when a voice came from his right.

"Well, well, well, what do we have hear?" Forget his earlier thought; He could have peace and quiet after he killed this guy.

Some nice, warm blood sounded wonderful at the moment.

Yeah, this is short, but it is a one-shot, so....

And it's not the best ever... Sorry >.>

Dedication is 'cuz she requested it! ^_^