:Gaara's Mother:
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You see her? Look how she looks at you! "It's an illusion!" Gaara shouted, grabbing his head. Shukaku laughed, This is no illusion. She's part of the gourd, she's sacrificed her life for yours by no choice! She was stuck with you, and in return you are forever stuck with her, and her curse! "Shut up!" Gaara took a moment to regain his shaking body nearly on his knees, the sand clouding around the room, Temari and Kankuro knocked into a corner. On the opposite side of Gaara was a woman with short, dirty blonde hair dressed in desert clothing. Her eyes were a navy blue with lighter gray goign towards the pupils. She stared at the boy, no smile, no emotion.
   Temari was first to recover, "...M..M-Mom!?" Kankuro's head snapped up, but in doing so he hit his head on the wall and fell back on Temari's shoulder. The woman lokoed over at Temari and smiled, "You've grown, Temari. That brother of yours still does stupid things, doesn't he?" "B-but...b-b-b-b-but, you're- you're!" "Shukaku, has brought part of my spirit back from the gourd, for a reason." Her smile disappeared as she looked at Gaara. The redhead wasn't sure what to do, embrace her? Ask what was going on? Time was running out, Shukaku would make her disappear soon. "Gaara... Have you know welcome?" Gaara stood up a little more, eyes wide, and he took a step forward, "...M...Mo..." The woman's eyes widened a little. "...Mom?" She walked over towards him, making him back a little, and she reached her hand out, and held his face. "So this is the hated child I bore." her eyes were no longer shining like they had when they looked at Temari. Gaara's eyes widened more. "Hated by all." Including your mother, hissed Shukaku. "No..." "Yes," the woman said and she backhanded Gaara. "I am dead because of you, and my soul cannot rest in full peace to watch over my loved ones. You only live tokill, Gaara of the Desert. My vengence on this world." "No..." Gaara could feel the shaking coming back, and Kankuro was fully aware now. Temari's eyes were watering at the sight. "No," Gaara said shkily and grabbed his head. "Love yourself. That is all someone can do when no one else loves them. Are you even sure Shukaku loves you? You were born, brought into this world as a weapon, a killed, only to get out of hand." "No...NO!" Gaara was hunched over in a ball, and he couldn't stop th tears. He felt like his six year old self again. It was Yashamaru all over again.

Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you...

Flashes of the knife and sand, yashamaru's bleeding face.

Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you...

"NO!" Gaara shouted even louder, and the sand began to swerve arund hsi shoulders, but he hit away, "NO!" His mother could only watch with no emotion. "You're the son and hand of demon, not the son of me."

Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you...

Gaara cried out again in agony and the pain in his chest as everything toppled on him all over again, and Shukaku wouldn't make him kill, because he was letting this happen. "No one loves you but yourself." "That's not true!" Gaara was sitll strugglign with himself as his mother looked over at Temari who had stood, eyes watering and tears already down her cheeks. "Temari, don't cry-" "It's not true! I love Gaara! If it wasn't for the demon holding me back!" "Temari-" "No! I love Gaara!" And with that, Temari ran over to the redhead boy, but was repelled by the sand and caught by her mother. "Stay away from him, he's dangerous." "No!" Temari brought out her fan, and clsoign ehr eyes, tears coming down more, she whipped it out, and the woman was sent into the wall with a cry, the sand flowing towards her. Kankuro watched in disbelief, "T-Temari!?" Gaara stared, his eyes shaking like they had before, hands on his head. Temari knelt beisde Gaara and with her other arm hooked it around him, surprising him. "Shukaku, is the dangerous one...Gaara is my brother, and I love him as my brother!" Their mother stood, looking over at Kankuro, but he too dashed to his siblings' sides. "I'm sticking with Temari." The woman's face smiled sadly, her brows raised, and watery. Temari stood, readying her fan, "I will protect this family despite the demon in Gaara and our father...and, y-you..." Gaara still watched. Their mother smiled, "You've grown into a young and responsible woman, Temari, and I will not stop you from your actions or your decisions." The sand spun around their mother, "But Shukaku will remain in your way." And as the sand swirled around it pulled at them, Temari tucking away her fan and wrapping her arms around Gaara, who's eyes were still wide at the whole thing, and suddenly:

Silence, Temari's arms and weeping into her younger brother's shoulder. Gaara's eyes looked back over to her.

Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you...

Aftera  few minutes, Gaara regained his composture and pushed Temari away, standing and hooking the gourd to his back. "This will be spoken of to no one." He walked towards the door, then looked back when he realized they weren't following, "Come on...or I'll kill you." Kankuro responded immediantly, hurrying outside, but Gaara waited for the silent Temari to stand, wiping the wetness away from her face, head turned away from Gaara. "Just something in my eye, Gaara, eh-heh..." Gaara remaiend emotionless, "......I wasn't talking to you..." she gasped and looked back, but Gaara was already gone, walking outside, his shadow looking as if it was limping away.

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This was inspired by He Was Of The Desert: Link to the AMV: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmZxAaiZjlc