Bleak: Gaara

Rating: R

Warnings: Mention of sex, a bit so abuse, profanity and some yaoi.

Author's Notes: This is actually the first time I've written something hinting on something sexual and violent. I hope it does turn okay. I'm planning to keep this a oneshot, but if you think you need more or think that the rating is too high, please feel free to tell me by reviewing! Please don't send me flames, I'm quite sensitive to that, but critics are welcomed.

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Because, birds with wings always learn to fly away, it is better, to cut off it's wings and leave it to die, rather than to be left alone. Hold on to the corpse, and never let go. If your stomach grumbles, the dead bird can be eaten at anytime.

Never be attached.

People are like birds, always flying away from me. Thus, it is better to treat them as commodities. Once you have no use for them, the best choice is to destroy them, especially the weak.

"Do you love me?" She asked, half naked…for we have only just finished with…no, it wasn't love making…it was nothing like that. I was simply planting my seed within her womb.

The fool, believing that I indeed loved her.

"No, I don't." I answered.

She wept for about an hour, I could see her eyes swollen and red, her face drenched in salty tears. She became old and wrinkled even though she was only in her early twenties.

Pathetic woman.

She was simply here to give birth to my children, just like all the women in this village. They were never to be treated with respect, but as tools to further expand the population of the Sand Village. 

"You only talk like that because you've been betrayed by someone."

I lifted my head up, to see my disgusting brother hovering above me. "I was expecting you would've change because of—" I slammed the door shut. No, I must never hear that name again.

I could still remember the day in the Konoha forest, when I poured everything I felt, every single word dashed with the passionate love I felt for him.

But he could only shake his head in response, wearing a pained expression that meant only one thing.

It meant that he didn't love me.

I thought that I would've gone insane but he had said something worse.

I love Sasuke-kun.

I gritted my teeth, feeling pain. So this is what pain is. To lose someone you loved to someone you hated.

The blood on my veins boiled. I had lost control, and tried to force myself onto the boy I loved so much. I kissed him, and nuzzled my face on the nape of his neck, savoring the sweet smell, lashing out my tongue to learn the taste of his skin.

Only to see him cry.

Something that I had never intended to do.

I had never wanted him to cry.

And in the end, there was only rejection.

In the end, I could never have him.

My eyes were brimmed with tears at that moment. I slammed my fist on the hotel room's wooden floor.

But that wasn't enough. I pulled the woman's hair, who was conveniently lamenting on the bed, and yanked her, dragging her to the floor, still crying.

We looked at each other, face to face.

"Bitch."

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