Wind and sand [Naruto fan]

"Why..." Gaara couldn't accept such a cruel fact, why would it be his closest relatives who attacked him! "Why!"

Gaara couldn't restrain his tears, and he didn't even think about restraining himself. He had already encountered too many things today that he couldn't understand.

"Why, why exactly...Yashamaru do you want to do this?" Didn't you say that I am the person you cherish the most?

Perhaps because he received a serious impact and suffered some serious injuries, Yashamaru took a long time to calm down and then said slowly: "This is an order. Someone asked me to kill you."

Before Gaara could react, he revealed a bigger secret: "The person who asked me is your father...Kazekage-sama..."

The excessive amount of information impacted Gaara's brain. Sadness, confusion, and anger were intertwined. The tremendous pressure overwhelmed Gaara. He couldn't bear such complicated emotions, and he couldn't restrain himself and began to vomit. Yashamaru saw all this.

"Father...why did he want to kill me?"

"You were born possessed by Shukaku of Sand... So far, you have been protected as an experiment... But you have no way to control it - Shukaku's power, which is the power of sand... So one day you will become Endangering the existence of the village... is to prevent this from happening, so..."

"In that case, you are going against your own will and following your father's orders..." Gaara felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. Yashamaru did not betray him, but was ordered to do nothing. And it doesn't matter if his father wants to kill him. He has no feelings for his father in the first place, as long as Yashamaru doesn't...

"No...it's not like that..." Yashamaru's denial broke Gaara's fantasy. "I did accept the order from Lord Kazekage! However, if I want to refuse, I can do so..."

Yashamaru ignored Gaara's pleading eyes and continued: "Gaara-sama... In fact, deep down in my heart, I must... hate you very much... because you were born after taking away the life of my favorite sister. …”

You are the person I cherish the most!

"I regard you as my sister's relic, and I try hard to like you... But I can't do it at all... In fact, my sister did not want to give birth to you... She sacrificed for the village... She died cursing this village... "

Love...is the idea of ​​sacrificing yourself for the people you cherish most and protecting others with a compassionate heart. Just like a sister.

"Perhaps since then... I have been left with wounds in my heart that will never heal..."

Mental injuries are different from physical injuries. Unlike physical injuries, there are no medicines that can be cured. It may not be cured in a lifetime.

"Your name... was given by my sister... This child's name is Gaara... Shura who only loves himself... only loves himself... only fights for himself... In this way, you can continue to exist... This name contains Such a wish.”

"But... my sister didn't give you this name because she cared about you... she didn't give you this name because she loved you... she wanted you to continue to exist, so she gave you this name... so that she could hate this world and die cursing it. Resentment can remain in the world and be known to everyone."

Yashamaru paused, and finally said the words that made Gaara hit rock bottom.

I think, sister, she loves you very much.

"She doesn't love you at all."

Yashamaru, why did you give me hope and then plunge me into the abyss with your own hands? Before he knew it, Gaara's tears had dried up.

Yashamaru pulled open his vest with difficulty, revealing the inside covered with explosive charms, "It's all over... Please die with me..." Even he knew that an explosion of this magnitude would not be able to do anything to stop the person being killed. Gaara protected by Shukaku.

The explosion resounded throughout the night sky, many people were awakened, and many more remained indifferent.

"What's going on?" The wind chime, awakened by the sound, looked out the window. Enemy attack? But the wind chime waited for a long time but did not receive the enemy attack warning from the center of Shayin Village. It was probably an accident. Feng Chi lay back on the bed. After all, in this world where force is unscientific, it is normal to blow up a house in a few days. Besides, most of the houses in Sand Hidden Village are earth-sand houses. In Sand Hidden Village, everyone uses sand ninjutsu. , repairing a house is an easy task, and you won’t know which house was destroyed until you wake up the next day.

The wind chime looked at the two gourds leaning on each other on the bedside. Would Gaara like it? It would be great if he liked it. Feng Chime's consciousness gradually blurred and he fell into sleep.

It was just one day. He wanted to see Fuchi so much, wanted to ask her, wanted to get her promise, and told him that she would not be like Yashamaru!

No, he no longer needs her promise. Yashamaru is right. He is a Shura who only loves himself and fights only for himself. Born under the hatred of his mother, he is destined to be unable to love others and is not worthy. Get love from others. Everyone close to him is destined to be hurt, Yashamaru is the same, and so is Fuchi!

"Ahhhhh!" This was the first time that he had so smoothly manipulated these sands that were once as uncontrollable as wild horses, and the harm caused by these sands finally became their masters themselves. Gaara controlled the sand and carved the word "love" next to his forehead. From then on, he was Shura who only loved himself.

Wind Chime, he has already tasted the pain, and the agreement between them must be invalidated.

"Only loving yourself, fighting only for yourself, this is the meaning of the name Gaara... This is me... I finally understand..."

I am alone! I will never trust anyone again... nor will I fall in love with anyone again... I am lonely...

Will this save me from heartache?

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The atmosphere in the village was very strange this morning. Everyone was gathering together and whispering.

"What's wrong?" Wind Chime approached the nearest small group and asked.

"Wind Chime, haven't you heard? That monster went crazy again yesterday." The classmate who spoke to him said, but then he remembered that the classmate in front of him seemed to have a close relationship with the person he called the 'monster', and for a moment he was confused. Stop talking.

Feng Ling doesn't care about this. She has long known the village's prejudice against Gaara. She cannot correct it in a short time. She cares more about what happened to Gaara. "Crazy? What happened!"

"Come on, what should you tell her?" Someone on the side interrupted, "You can ask that monster yourself. You have a good relationship anyway, right?"

The obvious rejection from the people around him made Feng Ling frown. What happened to Gaara.

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"Gaara!" Gaara's wind chime was not found in the park, so he followed his memory and searched for the approximate location of Gaara's house in various streets. Finally I saw Gaara in an empty street.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. Why aren't you waiting for me in the park?" Feng Ling pretended to be relaxed and talked to Gaara. She clearly sensed that the atmosphere around Gaara was different from usual, but she didn't want to tell this. thing.

Gaara stopped, but did not turn around or reply.

"My dad came back yesterday, and he brought me a gift. You should also have a share, because I said that if you train hard, you will be rewarded." Wind Chime walked towards Gaara and wrapped the hand holding the gourd around it. The tied rope is carried behind the back.

"Don't come near me..." Gaara finally said.

"Huh?" Feng Chime pretended not to hear clearly and continued to approach. He stretched out his hand holding the gourd and handed it to Gaara, "I've been training really hard recently, so let's just relax today and stop thinking about training. What does Gaara want to do... "

Before Feng Chime finished speaking, the gourd in his hand was knocked to the ground by the sand.

"Didn't I tell you not to come near me!" Gaara roared.

Different from the Gaara I saw a few days ago, the originally disobedient sand now seemed to be meekly surrounding Gaara, waiting for his orders.

"You... can control the sand very well..." Feng Chime was stunned for a long time, and in the end, he only suppressed this sigh.

"Ah, so, I don't need the wind chime anymore."

"what?"

"Wind Chime, I already know clearly the meaning of Gaara's name." Gaara turned around, and his red and swollen eyes were exposed to Wind Chime's eyes. "A Shura who only loves himself, a Shura who only fights for himself. This is the meaning my mother gave to this name when she chose it."

What kind of explanation is this for chuunibyou?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who told you that?" Feng Chime's voice turned cold, wondering why a child would be so malicious.

Gaara did not answer Feng Chi's words and continued: "Everyone who stays by my side is destined to be hurt, and you are the same, Feng Chi."

The sand flow turned into a sharp sword and stabbed the innocent gourd on the ground. The round gourd suddenly turned into several pieces and scattered around.

"Stay away from me, Feng Chime." Gaara revealed a cruelty that was inappropriate for his age through his teeth.

Wind Chime froze in place because of his actions. Does he know what he is doing? Does he understand the significance of this action?

"If..." There was a hint of trembling in the wind chime's voice, and she quickly took a deep breath to suppress it. "If you apologize, I will treat it as if you didn't say any nonsense."

"Obviously you know that not everything will work just by apologizing."

...The two looked at each other wordlessly for a long time.

"Hey! I won't care about you anymore!" Feng Chime turned around angrily and ran away angrily.

Gaara was left alone where he was, with a broken gourd on the ground.

"Don't come close to me again..." Gaara slowly knelt down and picked up the gourd fragments one by one, protecting them preciously in his arms.

The water droplets are dyed with color differences, and together with the shadows, they form three gradient colors on the ground.

In the deserted street, there was only the back of a red-haired child crying silently.