A/N- Hello. This will be my first fanfiction I've ever written, but I don't mind how critical anyone is. I hope you enjoy the story, but as a warning there will be gore and this story will be dark. Enjoy.

The Bloody Sands

Prologue

The sandstorm raged outside, it's deafening winds carrying sand, covering and recovering the surface. Blanketing the surface with layer upon layer of sand, the storm swiftly buried all unfortunate objects and even the rare poor souls in the wrong place at the wrong time. Many of the inhabitants of the nearby village stayed inside on this day. The winds of the unbegotten storm raking it's cruel fingers through the streets, ensuring the villagers to not forget this day. Normally, in the village hidden in sand, the sand storms never reach the inside of the walls. The towering structures made of rock and stone surrounding it, prevent such storms. Today was different though. Nobody truly understood the terrifying storm as nothing more than that of nature's wrath bearing down for the first time for the longest of few decades.

Though if one were to know of the events within the dome of the kazekage, one could very easily shed the blame upon the strange ritual happening inside. At first glance it would seem absolutely normal. A woman going through the labor pains of a contraction, and her 'must be' husband stand resolutely nearby. All was not normal in this room. For in this room the sealing of a demon is being dealt to the child within the mother. The mother cries out in the pain of said ritual. The soon to be father watches, silently ready for the finishing move to be played. Words escape the man's lips.

"How much longer are we to wait?"

He was not in the mood for this agonizingly slow ritual, when he was promised a swift and painless one. The screams of the woman were giving him a headache.

"It shouldn't be much longer Kazekage-sama."

The self proclaimed seal specialist of the sand seemed more than confident in his chances to please the Kazekage.

"That would be the third time you have uttered this answer. If you say that once more before my baby boy is birthed than you will meet the cemetery sooner than the woman." The malice in his voice was almost as potent as the fear the soon to be mother felt at that statement.

"Yes, Kazekage-sama." It wasn't long before the seal was complete as per the 'specialist's' word.

"It is complete, Kazekage-sama" The specialist leaves the room, leaving the man and the pained woman alone. "It is time for you to awaken my son. You shall rip your way into the world and become my personal weapon. Together we will regain the respect we deserve from the shinobi world."

As if by command, the woman's stomach began to ripple and bulge as if struck in multiple areas. The screaming persists once more. The ripples and bulges begin to grow and quicken to a horrifying level, as the Kazekage prepares himself for the coming gore. What he saw of course was unexpected. A fist of sand the size of an adult's bashes through, a fountain of gore preceding it. The leader of the village backed away quickly, as more arms broke free of the poor womb. They grasped the sides of their prison and ripped it wide open as the sand carried a baby from it's mother's corpse. The gore soaked child was brought to the new father, who wiped away the blood and various other fluids to check the gender.

"A... A-A girl?! You BITCH! How dare you give me another girl? You're lucky you're already dead or I would see your execution not so quick as this one."

The man's cold reaction seemed to rile up the sand around the child. It blew and rushed as if in anger. The infuriated grains lunged at the Kazekage, forcing him to retreat a few steps in surprise. He dropped his newly minted daughter at the new development. The girl was quickly saved by writhing sands, which now caressed her and formed a grainy blanket around her.

"Ah! I see. You would murder your mother and attack your father just to enter the world. I shall name you Gaara then. A fitting name for a monster who would attack even her parents."

The child slept, oblivious to the horrid world around her, Ignorant of the many troubles and trials to come. Rest well "Gaara" for from this day forth your life will be less than restful.

_ Chapter 1 _

Narrator's POV

A young red haired girl walked sedately through the dusty streets. The hot dessert sun beat down on her pale skin, as the wind wafted the sand around her small body. As she passed a clothing store, she wiped her fingers across the fire-forged sandstone that seemed to make up the entirety of the village hidden in the sand's building supplies. The dark rings that surrounded her eyes spoke of an obvious lack of sleep. The eyes themselves were half-lidded and showed the color of teal. Her hair reached just past her shoulders. She wore a brown t-shirt with mesh underneath, and a pair of black shorts. Sand underneath her bare feet followed every movement and step, and seemed to writhe in an agony that didn't show on the face of it's seemingly nonchalant master.

As the girl walked, she spoke quietly to herself in a one-sided conversation. The villagers never came close enough to hear any of it. They seemed to prefer the wide arc they currently adopted as a way of bypassing the young sleep deprived girl. Whispering as the rumors and truths about the girl spread swiftly throughout the village. It was clear the whole village feared her, though there was another emotion there. A malice quite strong towards the little pale girl, but none were brave enough to act on it. These people thought the girl was a horrible monster. The truth about her resided within her mind and her mind alone.

_ Gaara's POV_

I walked through the streets like everyday. The villager's fear was quite obvious despite how they may try to hide it. It hurt to see that reaction caused by me. This made me fear myself more than anything else.

I wandered through the village with no real goal in mind other than to clear my mind. Sitting and watching the other kids play after I came upon the park grounds, my legs swung back and forth. The hanging plank of wood I sat on was high enough off the ground that my feet dangled as I observed the other children my age play and have fun. I watched as on another of the seats like mine, a child was pushed by his parents. He swung back and forth, gaining speed and height. He looked to be having a lot of fun. Looking back down at my own seat, I couldn't move because nobody would push me. My feet didn't reach the ground either. So, it was decided to use my sand. It was my only friend after all. My sand comforted and soothed me when I felt alone. It was only natural it would push me on the swing. I willed my sand to become the shape of a person. This person changed to be an older male version of myself, as I've always wanted a big brother that loved me and knew who I really was. He smirked at me before pushing my back gently. The motion propelled me forward before I retreated backward. Another push and I went higher. At this point a strange feeling began to spread through my heart. I didn't know what it was, but I liked it. I reveled in this new sensation, as my lips curved upwards in an action so new to me. Closing my eyes, I let the sandy wind flow through my hair and ruffle my clothes. My "brother" pushed consistently not once letting me down. I never wanted this moment to end, but like all other good things it to shall end.

A strange sensation shook my body, and I heard my sand brother return to the ground. I felt strangely tired, and couldn't hold myself up very well, as the ride came to a slow stop. Stumbling unsteadily off the plank of wood, I made my way through the park trying to stay awake. I couldn't sleep. No matter what. If I sleep bad things happen. I stumbled through the streets making my way back home to uncle Yashamaru in hopes that he could somehow keep me awake. As soon as I made it to the door, I knocked weakly. My body severely wanted sleep. It needed it, but I deny it for fear of my dreams. Left then right, I sway as I stand on the porch. The hot sun beating down on my already overheated body. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so tired when I'm normally so alert? When Uncle answered the door, I thought I saw a tinge of concern in his eyes. I might have just been me seeing things.

Everything went black after that. At least, I wish it did. I opened my eyes. What I saw was a yellow eye surrounded by black. It bore into me, and the intensity of it made my heart rate speed up. A deep resounding chuckle was heard from all directions. I tried to move, to run away, but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. Trapped with my own sand, and the more I struggled the more it shifted. The grains tore and ripped away my skin. I stopped to scream out and I fell limp, becoming submissive to my misfortunate fate. A large claw made of sand reached out to me, and lifted my chin roughly. I was forced to look into it's eyes again. A loud, high pitched screech of agony was heard as the sand pierced my stomach. I cringed at the noise. It was a terrible noise. I felt the sand slowly fill my stomach. It began it's long trek through my intestines as it ground the inside of me. That terrible screech happened once more as I opened my mouth. The screech was demonic, and like nothing I've ever heard. I cringed meekly once more at the sound of it.

After what felt like hours and many more screeches, the sand began leaving my body through my mouth and any other exit other than the entrance that was the newly formed hole in my stomach. It felt like my body was being violated backwards. I wanted to cry but my tear ducts were releasing sand and blood. Once it was all over, I was once more forced to look into the eyes of the beast. I stared into it as messages flowed through my mind. Most gruesome images of me killing my brother and sister, even my father. After the barrage of images ended, I heard reverberated footsteps coming in my direction. What I saw was horrific. It was my mother's ruined carcass, torn in half by her own child. She reached me and cupped my face in her hands.

"Gaara... Because of all you have put me through, you are to serve my will for the rest of your time in this world."

My mothers bloodied lips pressed against my ruined face. She was so cold.

"I trust you will not fail me child. If you do, there will be consequences."

I made to nod, but only felt the sand grind into my neck.

"D-Don't worry, Mother. I will n-never fail you. I will give you everything you want."

My voice shook along with my body, the pain too intense to stay still.

"Good. If you do well enough, I will reward you. So, please, be a good girl, Gaara."

Her voice sounded terrifyingly threatening, yet soothing at the same time.

"Yes, Mother."

I felt the sand tighten it's grip on me until it met the other side. Crushed in my own dream world.

A/N-I hope you all enjoyed the story, and if there are any questions do not hesitate to PM me.