Hey! Uh... This is a new story I made up. -smiles- I love Nightwish, and I'm probably going to read Dead Boy's Poem (song, not this) in front of my class. So, a nice little story for ya. Tell me what you think. I own not Naruto nor Nightwish, claim nothing, and want to be shot, so please shoot me if you decide something is fucked up and I need to be sued. Oh, and word count is 1,200.

Dead Boy's Poem
Chapter One: A Wish For The Night

Gaara looked out his bedroom window thoughtlessly. It wasn't often he got to sit alone in his room, so the least he could do was make the most of it. Masses of crows flew outside, and he wondered just what they were doing in the desert. It's not like there was much for a scavenger bird out here in the middle of no where.

"Gaara, are you coming out?"

"No." He replied in an uncaring voice. His sister could die for all he cared. Only, he didn't really care. So would that mean she lives?

He sighed and continued to stare out the window. What a pointless day. Unbearably hot and stuffy, making life seem to drag on for months. He laughed manically at the thought. Wouldn't it be nice to find a dead body after days of rotting, in his room? His dead body? Gaara looked across the room to his empty desk. The room was bleak, almost unreal. The walls were painted a pure white, along with all the furniture. The only thing withstanding the horrible emptiness was the blood red fabric of his desk chair and his blanket.

Another glance out the window, and he got up. Desks weren't as bleak if you were doing something. At least he could draw or maybe read. Gaara pulled open his draw, forgetting himself in the process. It fell to the ground, spilling the contents of years. He sighed and bent down, picking up the papers in stacks. One slipped through his reach, and he watched as it fluttered back down into the mass of other, unimportant papers. Except, this one caught his eye. Gaara picked it back up and started to read it.

"My will, the undying ability that God gave me.
My future, me making up for past mistakes.
My everything, gone within a breath.
My nothing, lost within the snow."

But, it didn't snow in Suna. It was a hot desert, not a cold one. He recognized the handwriting. It was his mother's which caused him to read on.

"My exploitation, tricking everyone into belief.
My power, causing the brave to fall.
My soul, floating in the breeze.
My courage, fighting to leave.

I live within this horrid lie.
It takes over my unconditional mind.
I try to take a step forward.
To be pulled back again.
And every time I look.
It seems to trick me.

My world, falling before me.
My love, bought with envy.
My peace, torn in half.
My baby, taken from my grasp.

Love, tears us all apart.
Hatred, brings us all death.
Wisdom, gets broken by the lies.
And fear, grows within his eyes."

This… Was strange. Gaara couldn't help but wonder if she was talking about him. But, why would she be? His mother had died only a month after his birth.

"To live, one must make a sacrifice.
To die, one has to breathe.
To love, one must be open.
To hate, one must be hurt.

Life seems to fall unbearably into place, these past few days of my life. My baby grows stronger by the second, continually learning about new things. His father has grown unconditionally far from us, and I fear he will never accept his last child. I realize my sickness; to what do I owe this gift? Certainly not to any god, who has stripped me of my world so soon. He seems to take pleasure in the pain of myself and my child. Though I have not named him yet, I assume he will grow to find his own name, or someone will label him with false pretenses. I think it to be too soon that such a small boy should have a name, but I have my beliefs this child will not be normal. No… He will cause great grief within my heart, though I will be dead, it will pain me in the heavens that await my undying soul. My only hope is he will find unconditional love and appreciation from some soul, someone to love him, someone to care for him, someone who can give him the world and a manual on how to access it's beauty. Maybe one day he will rule the hearts of many, and with a single movement he can cause suffering within any heart that comes within his grasp, much like his father, and what he has done to me. My demon child, the one without a name, the one who should love only himself, rests at peace in the room. And maybe someday, when the sky is dark, and rain falls atop the sleepless moon, he will find himself at the beginning of the World's end, stuck between life and death, for I fear he will not move on to greet me in a better place, somewhere far away. He will be stuck to wander the endless vastness of the Earth for eternities. But not alone…

'Never sigh for better world,
It's already composed, played, and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night'

Good-bye, my wonderful son. You are my world, but my world can't keep my alive. I love you. Remember that."

Gaara stared at the faded piece of paper and the words written in red ink. They looked like they were written in haste, her trying to finish her final thoughts before passing into a never-ending sleep. It was strange that his mother was so morbid, almost gratifying. It sealed a hole in his personality that had been gaping for years. It didn't solve all the problems, like why she seemed to only love and talk about him. They were her final words, probably, and it would make more sense if she had included something about Kankuro or Temari.

He stared down at the stack of papers still on the ground, got up and kicked them, then went back to the window to revel in this new-found mental torture.

The nighttime clouds loomed overhead, stalking their prey, which tonight seemed to be the moon. Gaara smiled his psycho-smile and opened the window. He looked down, and saw that the lights downstairs were off.

Could he make it from the second story? He wanted to leave, he wanted to fall, and above all things he wanted to be away, to search the world for nothing, and die in a spectacular way. He turned away from the window and grabbed his bag. Gaara was leaving this life behind, to go somewhere and make a new, shiny life out of this old, wretched one. He grabbed some odd 500 dollars from his safe, clothes, and the letter his mother had written. His uncle had lied to him before, was it such a surprise that his mom maybe did love him? It shouldn't have been, and really it wasn't.

Darkness enclosed Gaara's unlit room as he headed back to the window. Now or never, it was his only chance to escape. Gaara took a deep breath, and looked down. It wasn't so bad, after all, he'd been through worse. He closed his eyes and stepped out the window.

"Somewhere I belong."

I made most of the thing Gaara's mom said. Uh, the one in the quotes (') are lyrics from the actual song. The last line of the story is by Linkin Park, it's a really good song. I still don't know if it's GaaNaru or NaruGaa. Depends on my mood. In all likelyhood, it'll probably be NaruGaa, 'cause that'll make more sense. So, reveiw, tell me what you think.