(Naruto) Journey
Working Title: Journey
Fandom: Naruto
Character: Gaara
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Dark green eyes stared up at the midnight sky. Sparkling diamonds that filled the black sky blinked and twinkled above him, as if sending a message down to him. A message he couldn’t interpret for he was missing something. Something essential, something that he needed to have. Something that made him nothing without it, as it was important.
Maybe he never had that something. Maybe he did have it long ago, but lost it along the way.
Either way, it was gone now. Lost on the journey he began (confused, alone, scared) when he was younger and easily molded. The journey he started because
(at first, there were only two types: the good and the bad)
his world changed so much after his uncle revealed the truth
(and then the types changed into the strong and the weak)
and he could no longer remain the person he was. He could no longer remain innocent and naïve to his father’s desires, he could no longer have his childish emotions and ideas.
He had to change into someone else, into a shinobi, into an adult.
(He stained his hands red, dyeing it the sickening yet brilliant color of blood)
Dreams he had of happiness and acceptance had to be destroyed, for they were useless.
(All emotions were killed, except one: anger. He couldn’t fully remove the anger and hatred)
Bonds and connections became victims and rivals, to be killed or fought.
(Usually, most people he saw were his prey, weak and useless people that he toyed with)
Over time he changed completely till he became the monster that dwelled within. He became the emotionless doll, that killed without hesitation, that was feared by all and challenged by none but the foolish.
This was created during his journey, created by his hate and anger.
And he didn’t think it was wrong to think like that
(all other doors were closed, sealed shut)
until he found someone like him but different, who instead
(but suddenly a window open, letting in a ray of sunlight)
controlled the monster caged inside and thought of people in a different way.
And while he scoffed at the idea at first,
(for, when was it true? Why treat others nicely, when they could attack in an instant?)
Gaara slowly started to accept the thought and believe in it,
(however, it reminded him of something he forgot about, his old ideals)
even though it might just be wishful thinking, and it might just be weakness.
And slowly, over time, he changed again,
(would he think that his journey changed? No…)
becoming more gentler, more protective,
(he likes to think that this was his destination all along, that he just made a few wrong turns)
more powerful, more human.
And even though, still staring up at the black cosmos, he still feels a little empty, he can accept that.
Gaara thinks that he might be regaining what he lost
(maybe it was never gone in the first place, just hidden somewhere safe, waiting to come back out).
He would like to believe that.