Nov 12, 2007 22:36
I think I've given up NaNoWriMo, so I wrote this drabble instead. I'll eventually add it to my Spare Change collection, but I need to write more to space out the drabbles featuring Sand shinobi.
Watch out for an instance of crude language. Happy to entertain synonyms if anyone wants to give me ideas so I can post as K+.
-Trade-
Chiyo was a puppet master. Gaara is acutely aware of that.
Gaara sometimes wishes Chiyo never brought him back. He was built wrong and he was brought back wrong. He fought a life-long war with the demon, agreed tenuously to a life-long pact, lived out a fucked-up symbiotic relationship, and died honoring it.
Only he didn’t.
Gaara does not remember ever feeling so vulnerable, or like such a stranger in his own body.
Isn’t it nice, Kankurou said, you’re free now. All Gaara can feel is a hollow in his chest and the rushing adrenaline keeping his ill-used instincts on alert. Perhaps freedom is another word for fear.
Gaara stands in front of Chiyo’s grave (she was a puppet master, but no expert in human beings),
and leaves her a flower anyway.
naruto,
fanfiction