|Naruto FanFictions - Letters from an Forgotten Friend
Name - Letters from an Forgotten Friend
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Letters from an Forgotten Friend
Chapter 1: The Box of Mysteries
The council of Sunagakure had finally decided who the knew Kazekage was going to be. To everyone-s surprise, the Kazekage-to-be was Gaara. Even though Gaara wanted to be the Kazekage, he was a bit surprise himself. He thought that they would have at least waited until he was a bit older.
Gaara and his siblings were assigned to clean out the old Kazekage-s office. They were shocked at how unkempt it was. Books and papers were piled everywhere. There were boxes lined up along the walls and some that were up on the top shelf. Scrolls were scatted all over the floor. Everything was covered with a layer of dust. It looked as if the room had been deserted for a while now.
“We had better get started,” Temari sighed. She entered the room and picked up a few scrolls, tossing them into one of the empty boxes. Following Temari-s lead, the two boys began cleaning up the room.
Gaara and Temari filled all the empty boxes with scrolls and stacks of papers. Kankurou was given the job of clearing off all of the shelves. Gaara was disgusted at how many papers there were. He knew that he was going to hate going through them all. Even after death, his father was torturing him.
About three hours into cleaning, they were clearing out the last few items.
“Hey Gaara,” Kankurou called, taking the last box down from the top shelf. “This has your name on it, so you take it.” Gaara looked at the box and sighed. He took the box from his older brother and set it down on the desk.
“What-s in there?” Temari asked, looking at the small box. Gaara shrugged and began opening it. Inside were a few manila folders and a bunch of white envelopes that were bound together by a rubber band. There was a note taped to one of the manila folders. Gaara took it off of the folder and read it.
I have been keeping these from Gaara.
They appear to be letters from the girl Gaara used to play with.
She moved away about a week ago.
Gaara was pretty upset, and I am afraid of what he might do if he got a hold of these.
I think we should keep these letters from him for the time being.
Gaara-s eyes widened after reading the note. Temari grabbed the note out of Gaara-s hands, surprised that he didn-t try to fight. She quickly read the note. She then looked at Gaara in concern. He looked confused and even a bit frustrated.
“Are you okay?” she asked, putting a gentle hand on her brothers shoulder. Gaara looked down at the ground, shaking his head.
“I don-t remember having any friends,” he told her softly. “I don-t even know her name.”
“Her name is Mouri, Akina,” Kankurou stated from behind them. The two siblings looked him with awkward expressions. He smirked at them and held up one of the manila folders. “This says a little bit about her. She lived in Suna 6 years before moving. She didn-t attend the ninja academy, at least not for very long. That-s about all that-s in here, except for a picture.” Kankurou held up the picture for his siblings to see. Gaara stared at it without emotion.
Suddenly, Gaara felt intense pain in his head. Clutching his headin pain, he fell to his knees. Temari and Kankurou looked at their younger brother with worry written all over their faces.
“Are you okay Gaara?!” Temari asked, kneeling down beside her brother. Gaara looked away from her, groaning in pain. Images of the girl came flooding into his mind. He could hear the sound of her laughter.
“Why is this happening to me?” he asked himself. Everything around him seemed to stop as a memory of the girl came into focus.
“Do you really have to leave?” 6 year old Gaara asked. Tears were beginning to fall down his cheeks. A girl with snow white hair went over to the boy and put an arm around him.
“I-m sorry,” the girl apologized. “I don-t want to leave. I-d rather stay here with you.” Gaara looked up at the girl and sniffled.
“Does this mean that we can-t be friends anymore?” the young boy asked, redirecting his gaze to the floor. The girl frowned at him.
“Of course not!” she exclaimed. Gaara looked up at her with hopeful eyes. “No matter what happens, you will always be my friend.”
“You promise?” he asked, unsure about whether or not he could trust her. Akina let go of Gaara and stood in front of him. She then pulled out a kunai. Gaara-s eyes widened at the sight of it. They widened even more when she sliced it across the palm of her hand. “W-why did you do that?!” he asked in shock. Akina just smiled at him.
“I swear on this wound that I will always be your friend.” Gaara stood there biting his bottom lip.
“You didn-t have to hurt yourself to prove your point,” Gaara told her softly. Akina smiled and giggled.
“I know,” she told him, “but this was an important matter to me.” Gaara smiled and took Akina-s bleeding hand. He held it tightly in his, partly because she was his friend, and partly because he wanted to stop the bleeding.
“Yashamaru can fix your cut for you,” Gaara told her.
“Would you come with me?” she asked. Gaara smiled and nodded. “Good, because I think I-m wearing him out with all the visits I give him.” The two of them chuckled as they walked down the deserted streets.
“Gaara!” Gaara jerked his head towards his sister, breathing heavily. Temari sighed in relief. “Are you okay?” she asked him, putting the back of her hand on his forehead. Gaara brushed her hand away and nodded.
“I-m heading home,” he told them, getting to his feet. He picked up the box that was on the desk and headed towards the door. His siblings watched him in concern, hoping that he would be alright.
Дата публикации: 16.01.2008
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