Author - Cadel
Fandom - Naruto
Summary - Sabaku no Gaara lands himself backwards to a time where everyone feared him and his father was still alive. He realises this predicament will force him to regain everyones trust when they still think he's a blood thirsty sociopath. Time-Travel.
Authors Note: This story is purely a spontaneous piece.
To be honest I've never really paid too much attention to Gaara but I do like him as a character - I think he's got his own charisma and a lot heart. I will try my best to portray him as authentically as I possibly can.
This one's somewhat like a prologue. Either way I do hope you enjoy yourselves.
There was a very distinct feeling of gravitational confusion.
It wasn't unpleasant but it wasn't something that felt very natural either. A strange mixture of pulsing vibrations and stagnancy of the very molecules in the air left the world feeling chaotic but still at the same time.
A small conscious thought seemed to flicker through the hazy darkness of a young Kazekage's mind.
Everything felt wrong.
There was something amiss with his body which seemed to remain immobile in whatever position it was stuck in. Gaara didn't know whether he was lying down, standing up, underwater or falling from the sky. It could have been any of those things - all of those things. He was in utter situational unawareness and extreme sensory deprivation.
The only thing he could feel was burning running through his tissues and tendons. His muscles refused to work at his command when he tried to sit up. That was of course if he was lying down in the first place which was oddly hard to discern. There was solid beneath his head so he assumed he was lying down. There was cold wind brushing against his face and exposed front of his body so it was deduced he was lying on his back. Slowly he believed maybe his senses were coming back alive.
With an almost irritatingly amount of effort, Gaara commanded his eyes to slowly crack open.
He was only welcomed with darkness.
Open or closed, his eyes remained to see that same colour. After a few moments the young Kazekage was starting to deliberate if he was actually blind but after a couple of blinks the darkness began to get lighter till he could see an inky dark blue above.
Stars. He could see small specks of glittering lights...so familiar, so...
His nose picked up the scents around him after his sense of smell began to awaken - and the scent...so unique it only existed in one place...a place lost so long ago...
The name whispered in the young man's head and jolted his muscles to sit up. Suna? Gaara used every ounce of control he practiced over many years as a shinobi to not fall back down from the wave of heavy nausea that accompanied his sudden movement.
After accomplishing the arduous task of sitting up, Gaara finally took in his surrounding with pale green eyes with an almost disbelieving euphoria. He could feel sand under his palms, grating softly against his flesh and he could feel the grains under his shirt and in his hair. Perhaps sand grains scratching at his body was an uncomfortable sensation but Gaara only saw it as a familiar feeling associating with a home long gone.
A home which was apparently just standing in front of him.
Gaara was a man of silent thinking and strong confidence in both his abilities and responsibilities. He was seldom ever surprised and handled the worst situations with a nonchalant stare or nothing at all.
But Sabaku no Gaara - for the first time in his life - was finding it hard to breath from pure, unadulterated confusion.
The once annihilated village of Sunagakure was standing fully erect and very much there. The chalky ochre tones of the high outer walls that encased the village of the sand remained intact unlike the last time Gaara had flown over them. The light from the insides of houses and shops illuminated a dim yellow hue into the sky from behind the walls. There was even a faint scent of Sand Dumplings that Gaara was sure he was imagining.
The young ninja was by now on his knees as he propped himself against a near-by boulder, his eyes never leaving the homesick sight before him. He must have been about thirty meters outside of the outer walls - how he got there he would never know. But whether this was a genjutsu or just a crazed figment of his mind he did not ignore his instincts. And Gaara's instincts were telling him that this was his home.
Pushing himself off his feet with an audible gasp of exertion that seemed fated for him to just fall back again, but Gaara took one painful step after another. The lone figure hobbled slowly to the village lights that seemed to attract every ounce of his attention leaving no room for any other thought.
He just wanted to reach his home...regardless of whether it was real or not.
Perhaps it was his half exhausted, half deluded state but the red-haired ninja trudged on despite how difficult his breathing had become. He was about fifteen meters or so to the wall when he heard a voice call out - what they said was lost on him.
Gaara lifted his hand up - towards what he did not know - and stretched out. The voices of Suna ninja became louder in her ears and the sound of crunching sand beneath feet approached him. Just as he heard more distinct voices Gaara collapsed. The burning in his body and the heated suffocation weighing down on him forced his eyes shut.
As he heard panicked voices disappear - he heard a demonic grumbling in the darkest corner of his mind whisper, a voice so familiar that Gaara could not mistake it for anything else. But before he could fight back...strangled sleep overcame him.
Kima and five other ninja were on patrol for the evening and he couldn't wait till his shift was over. The young man was a dedicated shinobi but today he was feeling exhausted from lack of sleep. A new born daughter would do that to you.
Luckily the night air was cool just after twilight and the view over the wall was always something to keep his mind entertained. Kima's lazy gaze out to the horizon line was disrupted by a dark mass slowly approaching toward the village. It was a slow trudge that suppressed immediate alarm but something in Kima's gut told him that there was something wrong.
He directed his lamp higher till it shone down dimly at the approaching figure. "Hey, who goes there?"
No answer except the soft crunch of grains slowly moving towards him. His call out attracted the attention of three other gate guards who stood near him.
"Is that...?" one ninja began. Kima's eyes widened as a tousle or burnt crimson hair appeared from the dessert night. Something was familiar about…
It was the Kazekage's son! The young ninja realised it was the jinchuriki, if he was not mistaken. Immediately three ninja jumped down and approached the young ninja with palpable apprehension. By now Kima could see the Kazekage's son more clearly and it was beginning to become obvious from the limp of the young boy, there was something wrong with him. They boy raised his hand out stretched as if reaching out to someone then suddenly collapsed.
One of his close friends next it him immediately swore when he saw the boy collapse and began calling out to the three who had went down.
"Wait! Stop, you guys come back!" he yelled and Kima couldn't help wonder why his friend was calling them back. He quickly thought back to what he could remember about the jinchuriki and realised that this boy was prone to losing control when he was asleep or unconscious. It wasn't common knowledge but it was something Kima and some other colleagues were aware off.
Kima's blood ran cold in his veins when the air became thick with tension. A palpable oppressive feeling washed over him and his fingers began to shake from the exposure to such demonic chakra.
He looked down at the boy who was now slowly moving back up again but this time there was something fundamentally different. One look at the boy and Kima knew that it was the one-tails in there now. He was no longer a boy but Shukaku.
Ninja began to surround the demon boy while a few actually began running back when a large layer of sand began to shift and hover around the red-haired boy. The ninja were still hesitant to face the now crazed boy as they were all aware of the demons blood-thirsty nature but could not just wait to be tossed of crushed by his sand. A low animalistic growl hummed in the boy's throat as the sand shifted around him like a cocoon and in a blink of an eye shot out sand that threw five ninja backwards.
The assault began from there.
The fight was barely what you could call fair but the few which lingered around in defensive poses simultaneously began to attack the demon boy. Several were tossed like rags against the wall with what looked like very little effort and the others were throwing ninjutsu at the demon. It was either attack in earnest or die from crushing sand.
Kima was still watching on from above the wall and his hands were shaking from the foreign chakra that sizzled the air - it burned hotter than the hottest day in summer at high noon. He could hardly believe that it was all coming from such a small boy. Kima had heard about the insane jinchuriki and its infamous lust for blood but the young ninja never thought it would be this intense or so - so demonic.
The young ninja forced himself out of his stupor and realised his comrades needed him, regardless of the murderous atmosphere. He was about to jump down to help but stopped when a hissing growl gurgled low in the demon's throat.
Slowly sand began to harden over the boys form, shaping half his body into a demonic face. The boy was losing control and they were losing. Period.
The twelve-year-old Kankuro grumbled for the hundredth time about stupid older sisters and their god complex.
He leisurely walked down the street with his hood pushed back, thinking over the things he needed to fix with his puppets. He cursed Temari for being so careless and breaking the framework of one of his puppets. Obviously she brushed it off and told him to stop leaving his toys around to be stepped on. They weren't toys! They're ninja weapons!
He sighed and laced his finger together behind his head. He might as well start over with his design anyway.
Kankuro's musings were cut abruptly when he felt a familiar chakra. He immediately bolted to the wall posts where there was always ninja guards stationed there.
He reached the wall and looked over to see the commotion.
The young genin froze as soon as a familiar demon chakra hit him full force.
He could feel his younger brother's chakra mixed in with the demons but the oppressive darkness of the One-Tails was easily dominating everyone. Kankuro was probably exposed to the demons chakra the most besides from his sister and Baki but he never got used to the murderous hunger that leeched into his skin every time he was near Gaara. Now that feeling seemed to have amplified by an enormous amount.
Kankuro's instincts were telling him to run. Fight or flight.
And he was so ready for flight. It was what he had always been told to do when Gaara lost control.
Kankuro turned to the nearest ninja. "Oi! Go get Baki-sensei and find anyone else that can contain one-tails long enough! Hurry go!"
The ninja ran off as Kankuro looked down at the sight of his crazed brother. The young red-head's face was contorted into a vicious sneer and his eyes were blazing with uncontrollable blood-lust. The young genin shivered as he watched one half his brother's face begin to be masked by hardening sand.
Kankuro - despite his instincts screaming at him to run - went closer to observe until Baki-sensei came with reinforcements. The genin soon realised it wasn't a good idea as rubble begin to fly his way after another violent lash-out from the demons sand.
Kankuro yelled out as he was thrown backwards - along with other ninja - and smashed himself against the stone wall.
The young genin did not see the most subtle pause in Gaara's movements. No one did.
But the demon-crazed boy had suddenly stopped the violent assault and turned his head towards the familiar voice.
It didn't matter how far gone Gaara was or how much control the one-tails had over his body, he would not be taken over. Because it didn't matter if his younger body was twisting into the will of Shukaku - the future Gaara's will does not bend to it.
He had long ago gained control over the damn beast for the soul purpose to protect those he loved. That has not change now.
Only one thought crossed through the semi-unconscious Kazekage's mind.
With one look over to his older brother who was now trying to stand back up, Gaara felt an impeccable wave of relief.
Then right afterwards Shukaku began to scream in his head.
The red-haired boy suddenly clutched his head in both his hands, forcing back the crazed entity plaguing every fiber in his being. Gaara felt it was like two small hand trying to push against a dam that was about to break. By now most of the still-standing ninja were watching with fearful apprehension as the assault from the crushing sand stopped and remained swirling violently around the small boy.
Despite the lack of attack, no one felt even remotely safe as the demonic chakra raged on. Its fluctuating presence pulsed menacingly in the air and left a bitter sting on their very skin.
Kankuro was watching along with everyone else with perhaps a bit more concern for it. But only a little. He was almost ready to wet himself only a few moments ago and could not forget the uncontrollable killer intent that still lingering around him.
Gaara had lost control before but it never to this extent. Never to the point of forming a physical form of one-tails. Kankuro couldn't believe how much more murderous its intent was - so much more than the regular pissed of Gaara. This was on a completely different level.
Kankuro watched his younger brother clutch at his head with his eyes screwed shut in a kind of concentration that seemed so desperate. Low growls broke from the boy's throat but were quickly over taken by a sudden human scream from Gaara.
Everyone was caught by surprise when he fell on his knees, still clutching his head and his teeth gritting. The sand around him did not stop moving in erratic lashes but now it was noticeably not for offensive purposes. Another human growl ripped from the boy's throat followed by heavy breathing.
No one moved an inch from where they stood. Despite not knowing what was happening, there was a unanimous understanding that no one was to move - no one wanted to risk breaking the demon out of his...concentration.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the demonic sand armor began to fall to the ground. The demon chakra was still palpable but the killing intent was definitely reduced. Audible gasps of air could be heard from the ninjas remaining as the pressure lifted. Meanwhile the demon boy remained crouched over on his knees, his face completely obscured by his hanging fringe.
Some ninja began to stand up and others began to shift a little closer. No one knew if the threat was still unstable. All were too afraid or too injured to make any kind of move.
Gaara's heavy breathing was strained and the boy's body was vibrating as his muscles burned with a familiar heat that only ever came with his loss of control. For a moment everyone just watched for the demon child's next move. Trying to ready themselves for another possible attack.
Kankuro's entire body was shaking from the after effect of the ordeal and his leg was bleeding from being hit by incoming debris. The atmosphere was still tight with tension but the genin got the feeling that this would be all for the night. He watched the crouching figure of his younger brother in the middle of all the havoc still crouched over without showing any sign of movement from the small body.
Kankuro watched with hostile caution when the young jinchuriki's head began to lift upwards.
Those pale eyes locked onto Kankuro.
The puppeteer froze immediately as those eyes bore hazily into his own. The genin was expecting the cold stare of those hard green eyes. But all that meet him were exhausted pair of green. The younger looked at his brother with a blank expression but inside he was beyond relieved that Kankuro looked well.
Apparently the relief was not missed by Kankuro himself. His younger brother's usually crazy look was now replaced by something that Kankuro thought was not even possible to be seen on Gaara's face.
Before Kankuro could stop his mouth he called out, "Gaara?"
He was met with silence and tension fizzled through all the sand shinobi there. Suddenly the jinchuriki began to move and everyone was put on alert.
But the demon container did not attack as expected. He just slowly pushed himself off the ground with an almost painful amount of effort till he was standing on his feet. Everyone could visibly see the small body shaking with exhaustion and his limbs look as if they were going to give up on him at any second. After standing on his two feet for a few seconds, the jinchuriki began to drag himself in an almost zombie-like state.
Out of fear and out of apprehension the ninja watched the boy trudge painfully past them without doing anything to stop him. They watched as Gaara slowly limp blankly toward one person.
Kankuro didn't know what to think when he realised that his brother was approaching him. The older genin was still sitting amongst the rubble with a bleeding leg and felt fear grip him as he felt incredibly exposed to his crazy brother.
Gaara limped slowly towards his fallen brother with a coma-like walk. All he saw was his brother and no one else. He seemed to have locked onto the sight of his older brother's purple face-paint. Gaara hadn't seen those markings in so long. The jinchuriki's mind was a chaotic haze but all he knew was that Shukaku was safely locked in the back of his mind for now. All that he felt was pure exhaustion, the kind he hadn't felt since the one-tails extraction by the Akatsuki so many years ago.
Kankuro began to shuffle backwards trying to get a greater distance between him and the approaching Gaara but didn't get very far due to mounds of rock blocking his way. He looked up fearfully at the red-haired jinchuriki who was now only three meters away from him and still looking at him with blank green eyes. He didn't know what was going on but he wished not for the first that night that he had stayed home.
Kankuro saw Baki, his genin instructor, approaching them from a couple of meters away and stopped to watch the strange scene with apprehension. When the older genin looked back at Gaara, he paused when he saw a hazy kind of recognition flicker in his younger brother's eyes and also something that looked a little like...disbelief?
Kankuro, for the first time that night - felt that perhaps Gaara wasn't going to go flipping mad. Either he was feeling really brave or one of the rubble hit him too hard on the head but Kankuro decided to test his chances with his dazed brother.
"Gaara?" he didn't think his brother had heard his whisper but flinched when Gaara snapped his eyes towards him again.
Gaara's eyes flickered from his brother's face to Baki's who was shuffling forward. Another familiar face which he thought was long gone. Something wasn't right, nothing was making sense in his abused mind anymore and he couldn't seem to gain control of his reasoning. All the jinchuriki felt was a loud thrumming inside his skull that never seemed to cease. He looked back at Kankuro who flinched involuntarily and Gaara felt a deep sadness at his brother's fear for him.
Suddenly Gaara felt his face burn uncomfortably and his hands beginning to shake. The strange feeling of gravitational confusion began to come back and he felt himself fall limply towards to the ground till all he could register was the disappearing caress of the cool dessert wind.
After that, all was lost to him.
A/N: I've never really read many time-travel pieces for Gaara and I was hoping to write one just to explore how his character would handle the change. I will try to make this as realistic and as close to the canon as possible.
Basically Gaara lost control over One-Tails due to the fact that he wasn't used to being back in a body that held the demon which was supposed to have been extracted from the Akatsuki.
Also it doesn't help that his body and mind was weak from the shock of landing himself in the past.
I don't think he really knows what has happened but he's a smart fella, he'll know soon enough.
Tell me what you think about the first chapter, I'd appreciate any constructive advice.
Keep it real guys.