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by Note: As all you should know I don't own any of the Naruto characters. The only ones I own are Kaji, Niwa, and Deamona. Saiyo is owned by a friend
Kaji
Fear, agony, pain, hate, loneliness, resent, these are some of the things that could describe the four worst years of my life. I was five when my happy perfect life crumbled around me, and when my love for my family turned into resentment.
The day started out normal. I woke up, got dressed, cleaned up and headed out for breakfast. I ate the usual homemade pancakes that my mom would make especially for me, every morning. I would thank her then head out to the training grounds to have my daily lesson with my dad. As the step-brother of the Kazekage my father believed that his family should be strong, and therefor allowed no laziness and especially no horsing around. I wasn't aloud to have friends, and every time I went out to the town to pick up the groceries I would be stared at like I wasn't human. I didn't mind though. I didn't need friends, or fun... all there was in my life was my family and my goal of becoming an ANBU. Training went by as usual, but ended early because the Kazekage had come to discuss an important matter with my father. That day's normality ended the moment they walked into my father's office. As he enters my Uncle looks down at me. His eyes are cold and unfeeling as he says.
"Leave now and entertain my son."
Knowing better than to argue I leave with a nod and close the door behind me. That's when I meet my third and youngest cousin. He was sitting in the middle of the yard playing in the sand with his head hung low, in the distance I could see my other two cousins Temari and Kankuro. They were fighting over what seemed to be a ball. I head over to the little boy and crouch down beside him.
"You must be the Kazekage's son. Right?"
My sudden words surprise him and he looks up at me with worried, wide eyes. I look back at him calmly and the continue with an introduction
"I'm Kaji Hametsu. Your cousin. What's your name?"
I tilt my head quizzically in a cat-like fashion, which apparently was funny, because the little red-head giggled slightly, then said.
"I'm Sabaku no Gaara... "
Gaara hesitates for a second
"Your not afraid of me?"
His question is tinged with past sadness' and I can feel the strings of sympathy in my heart pull tight at each word. I don't show it though, and keep my perfect neutral mask. I then ask
"why would I be? You haven't done anything to scare me."
Suddenly his face lights up and he quickly says
"Never-mind, it doesn't matter. You wanna make a sand castle with me?"
I nod and for the rest of the day we make sand castles and have fun destroying them, pretending they were under attack. Finally the day was over. Gaara had left, but only after getting a promise out of me that I would go visit him. Well I thought my day was over, but it had only half ended. I headed back to my room to go to bed, but as I was about to enter my room I was savagely ripped out of it and dragged down the hall by the neck. My father's grip was tight and it was getting hard to breath. At about the front door I finally pass out from the lack of oxygen.
When I finally come to, I'm in a dark stone room. People are surrounding me. I try to move but realize I'm strapped down to a metal bed with inch thick steel straps. I struggle harder as I see what the people are holding. Needles, mini saws, and other things used for major surgery are all apparent and even some tools I had never seen before. Then almost in sink with each other they descend on me with their tools. I'm not even sure of these people's genders, because they were all wearing full body suits that looked like they were meant for testing explosions, but I was starting to think that they were doctors of some sort. The first to get to me rips off my cloths and throws them away. I'm starting to get scared. The next one shaves short crimson hair off and incinerates that. The smell of burnt hair sears at my throat, I really am scared now. The next one sticks a thick IV into my arm. Now I'm terrified and for the first time since I could walk I screamed. I continue to scream as the next one starts to pump a purple liquid into me through the IV. They all stop for a second and so does my screaming as I look at them in horror. After that second they come back at me with their operating tools, and for the next seven hours I endure the worst torture you could do to a five year old... Open surgery with not anesthetics and while their still awake. I screamed with all my strength, hopping beyond hope that some one who cared would here and come and save me. no one ever did, and for the next four years I endured that pain everyday.
On top of test after test. My second day was the only day that seemed to have the least pain. That was the day I was branded as "Cat" I later found out that the reason for that was because there were other kids going through the same thing as me. I was called Cat because they were attempting to cross me with a cat. Over the years only one thing changed though. Me. Physically and Mentally. I became heartless, blood thirsty, short tempered and I started to consider myself a monster. Physically I changed in the way any kid does as they grow up, but along with height and other natural things came something that no human was supposed to develop. First to happen was my ears migrated closer to the top of my head, later they became larger and more cat ear shaped, black fur even grew on them. Next was my spine extended into a long tail that also covered in a layer of black fur.
After the five years were up and the doctors had finally realized what a big mistake they had made, I was dumped along with the rest of the experiment children in the middle of the dessert to die. Some died instantly, others died slowly. The unlucky ones lasted years, tortured by the pain left over and the lack of a mind of their own. Only I survived out of all fifty children. I wandered the dessert for six years killing whatever crossed my path. From dung-beetles to whole caravans of people I killed them all.
By the end of my sixth year I was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of old, dry blood and my blood lust was calmed down enough that I didn't kill everything I saw. Which was a good thing for the people of Suna, because that was also the time I stumbled into the town and up to the front door of the Kazekage's office. After an argument, that was heated not only by our words but by the fire - a talent that had developed over the experiment years- I threw at him. By the end of it we were both battered but we had come to an agreement, I would be taught in the ways of an ANBU and in exchange I would serve him as a puppet. A couple of years later he mysteriously dies, and a new Kazekage is brought to power.
At the age of seventeen I am now waiting in the dessert. Waiting for the council to make my presence know to the new Kazekage and for him to find out just how good a weapon I can be.
Kaji
Fear, agony, pain, hate, loneliness, resent, these are some of the things that could describe the four worst years of my life. I was five when my happy perfect life crumbled around me, and when my love for my family turned into resentment.
The day started out normal. I woke up, got dressed, cleaned up and headed out for breakfast. I ate the usual homemade pancakes that my mom would make especially for me, every morning. I would thank her then head out to the training grounds to have my daily lesson with my dad. As the step-brother of the Kazekage my father believed that his family should be strong, and therefor allowed no laziness and especially no horsing around. I wasn't aloud to have friends, and every time I went out to the town to pick up the groceries I would be stared at like I wasn't human. I didn't mind though. I didn't need friends, or fun... all there was in my life was my family and my goal of becoming an ANBU. Training went by as usual, but ended early because the Kazekage had come to discuss an important matter with my father. That day's normality ended the moment they walked into my father's office. As he enters my Uncle looks down at me. His eyes are cold and unfeeling as he says.
"Leave now and entertain my son."
Knowing better than to argue I leave with a nod and close the door behind me. That's when I meet my third and youngest cousin. He was sitting in the middle of the yard playing in the sand with his head hung low, in the distance I could see my other two cousins Temari and Kankuro. They were fighting over what seemed to be a ball. I head over to the little boy and crouch down beside him.
"You must be the Kazekage's son. Right?"
My sudden words surprise him and he looks up at me with worried, wide eyes. I look back at him calmly and the continue with an introduction
"I'm Kaji Hametsu. Your cousin. What's your name?"
I tilt my head quizzically in a cat-like fashion, which apparently was funny, because the little red-head giggled slightly, then said.
"I'm Sabaku no Gaara... "
Gaara hesitates for a second
"Your not afraid of me?"
His question is tinged with past sadness' and I can feel the strings of sympathy in my heart pull tight at each word. I don't show it though, and keep my perfect neutral mask. I then ask
"why would I be? You haven't done anything to scare me."
Suddenly his face lights up and he quickly says
"Never-mind, it doesn't matter. You wanna make a sand castle with me?"
I nod and for the rest of the day we make sand castles and have fun destroying them, pretending they were under attack. Finally the day was over. Gaara had left, but only after getting a promise out of me that I would go visit him. Well I thought my day was over, but it had only half ended. I headed back to my room to go to bed, but as I was about to enter my room I was savagely ripped out of it and dragged down the hall by the neck. My father's grip was tight and it was getting hard to breath. At about the front door I finally pass out from the lack of oxygen.
When I finally come to, I'm in a dark stone room. People are surrounding me. I try to move but realize I'm strapped down to a metal bed with inch thick steel straps. I struggle harder as I see what the people are holding. Needles, mini saws, and other things used for major surgery are all apparent and even some tools I had never seen before. Then almost in sink with each other they descend on me with their tools. I'm not even sure of these people's genders, because they were all wearing full body suits that looked like they were meant for testing explosions, but I was starting to think that they were doctors of some sort. The first to get to me rips off my cloths and throws them away. I'm starting to get scared. The next one shaves short crimson hair off and incinerates that. The smell of burnt hair sears at my throat, I really am scared now. The next one sticks a thick IV into my arm. Now I'm terrified and for the first time since I could walk I screamed. I continue to scream as the next one starts to pump a purple liquid into me through the IV. They all stop for a second and so does my screaming as I look at them in horror. After that second they come back at me with their operating tools, and for the next seven hours I endure the worst torture you could do to a five year old... Open surgery with not anesthetics and while their still awake. I screamed with all my strength, hopping beyond hope that some one who cared would here and come and save me. no one ever did, and for the next four years I endured that pain everyday.
On top of test after test. My second day was the only day that seemed to have the least pain. That was the day I was branded as "Cat" I later found out that the reason for that was because there were other kids going through the same thing as me. I was called Cat because they were attempting to cross me with a cat. Over the years only one thing changed though. Me. Physically and Mentally. I became heartless, blood thirsty, short tempered and I started to consider myself a monster. Physically I changed in the way any kid does as they grow up, but along with height and other natural things came something that no human was supposed to develop. First to happen was my ears migrated closer to the top of my head, later they became larger and more cat ear shaped, black fur even grew on them. Next was my spine extended into a long tail that also covered in a layer of black fur.
After the five years were up and the doctors had finally realized what a big mistake they had made, I was dumped along with the rest of the experiment children in the middle of the dessert to die. Some died instantly, others died slowly. The unlucky ones lasted years, tortured by the pain left over and the lack of a mind of their own. Only I survived out of all fifty children. I wandered the dessert for six years killing whatever crossed my path. From dung-beetles to whole caravans of people I killed them all.
By the end of my sixth year I was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of old, dry blood and my blood lust was calmed down enough that I didn't kill everything I saw. Which was a good thing for the people of Suna, because that was also the time I stumbled into the town and up to the front door of the Kazekage's office. After an argument, that was heated not only by our words but by the fire - a talent that had developed over the experiment years- I threw at him. By the end of it we were both battered but we had come to an agreement, I would be taught in the ways of an ANBU and in exchange I would serve him as a puppet. A couple of years later he mysteriously dies, and a new Kazekage is brought to power.
At the age of seventeen I am now waiting in the dessert. Waiting for the council to make my presence know to the new Kazekage and for him to find out just how good a weapon I can be.
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