My Idiotic Fantasies
ok, this is a fanfic about me and Gaara and some of my friends. It starts out exactly like the actual Naruto story line, but later it starts to get different. I hope you like it! My friend PrincessKyoko is also making a version with her and Kakashi so check it out! wink
The sky was dark and the air was moist. Children were playing with a ball on a playground. They laughed and giggled as they kicked the ball to each other. But one boy sat all alone on a swing, weakly swaying to and fro. This boy had hate and sadness in his eyes. He glanced over at the other kids with his head down. He had crimson red hair and dark circles around his winter-green eyes. All of a sudden the other children stopped laughing and the lone boy looked up to see what was going on. Their ball had gotten stuck up in a high ledge of a cliff.
Kid 1: Aww, man! How are we going to get it down?
Just then, a wave of sand floated up to the ball and picked it up. Then it floated down to the boy with the red hair. Everyone looked over and gasped.
Kid 2: H-hey, t-that’s Gaara!!
Kid 3: Run!!!
The crowd of children ran away screaming. The young boy with the red hair, Gaara, stared at them with a hurt expression on his face. Then his pupils got smaller as a look of rage came across the child’s face.
Gaara: why, why is it always like this? Don’t run away…Don’t run away from me!!!!
The boy stood there as giant waves of sand emerged from all around him. It grabbed one of the children by the leg and started to twist it. Out of no where, a man with short blonde hair jumped in front of the injured child and the sand attacked him. Gaara cryed out in shock:
Gaara: Yashamaru!?
Yashamaru: Stop this, now Gaara!
The sand returned to Gaara.
Later that evening…
Gaara is standing in a bright room in front of a picture of a woman with short blonde hair who looks similar to Gaara’s uncle, Yashamaru. Gaara has a sharp knife held above his hand. He swiftly lowers the knife into the back of his hand, but before it can puncture his skin, a barrier of sand stopped it.
Gaara: Why can’t I feel pain?
Yashamaru came up behind him.
Yashamaru: Gaara the sand protects you like a mother protects her child. It is the will of love.
~Yashamaru explains about love and what pain feels like to Gaara. Yashamaru cuts his finger with a knife~
Yashamaru: See, Gaara, physical pain is different from emotional pain.
~Gaara looks at Yashamaru’s bleeding finger and then puts his mouth around.
Gaara: It tastes like iron.
~Gaara thought about what his uncle said and decided to take some medicine to the kid that he injured earlier that day. He ran to the kid’s house with a little brown paper bag in his hands. Once he reached the kid’s house, he knocked on the door. The kid answered.
Kid: What are you doing here? Get away, you monster!!! *Slams door*
~Gaara stared in shock at the door as he dropped the paper bag. His lips quivered and then his face was overcome with rage. Gaara ran away from the house, up the trail, when a drunk man came bumbling down the trail~
Drunk man: Watch it, brat! *Swings sake bottle violently at Gaara, but misses*
~This makes Gaara more upset and the sand starts to tangle around the man’s legs. The man realizes who he just made angry~
Drunk man: O-oh, y-your that Gaara kid!!
~Gaara kills the man in two seconds. His sake bottle crashes to the ground and shatters. Gaara keeps walking up the trail, when out of the corner of his eye, he sees a dark figure leaning against the wall to his left. It was Gaara’s own father. Gaara looked up at his father, his eyes full of sorrow and anger. His father glares down at Gaara then the dead man, and shakes his head disappointedly. Gaara keeps walking up the trail and sits down at the edge of a giant arena-like structure at the top of the cliff. Gaara buries his face in his hands and starts sobbing~
Girl’s voice: Umm, are you alright?
~Gaara looks up startled that somebody else was there. Then he wipes his eyes trying to hide that he was crying. A girl was standing in front of him. She was about his size and age, with long black hair pulled into pigtails. She had round brown eyes that stared into his as if looking for the answer to her question. Gaara looked at her for a few more seconds then sadly back at the ground~
Girl: Oh, sorry to bother you, I’ll leave you alone.
~The girl starts to walk away, but stops when she hears Gaara speaking to her~
Gaara: Is there something wrong with me?
Girl: Huh?
Gaara: Is there something wrong with me?
Girl: I don’t see anything wrong, why?
Gaara: Everyone hates me.
Girl: Come on now. I’m sure they don’t hate you.
Gaara: They do!! They all stare at me just like my father does! With hate and anger in their eyes. It makes me sick!!!
~The girl walks towards Gaara~
Girl: That’s not right. Well what about your family and friends?
Gaara: My dad hates me, my mother died when I was born, my siblings are scared of me, and I don’t have any friends.
Girl: No friends? Well how about I be your friend? I just moved here from a different part of this village so I don’t have any friends either.
~Gaara stared at the girl. She actually wanted to be his friend. His eyes started to water~
Gaara: O-ok *He rubs his eyes again*
~The girl smiled. Beside Yashamaru, nobody had ever smiled at Gaara. He felt kind of funny~
Girl: My name’s Casey *gestures a hand shake*
Gaara: My name’s Gaara. *Hesitantly shakes hand back*
Casey *smiles warmly*
~Gaara weakly smiles back~
Casey: Well, I better get going. I’ll see you later Gaara.
~As Casey runs down the trail, Gaara watches, but then a bunch of kunais fly at Gaara from behind, and his sand blocks them. Gaara spins around and sees a sand ninja with his face wrapped~
Gaara: W-who are you?
To be continued.
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