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- \|\| Ariya Uchiha \|\| -	By : HeartIntoStone Category: Naruto > General Views: 1988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. & ALL THAT HOOBLAH!

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This story will follow the life a OC (Ariya Uchiha) and while it will have lemons, it will also have a plot. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :]

Parental love is supposed to be eternal and unconditional, but that's not what fate held for Ariya. Strong odors of alcohol, blood and sweat filled her small house, wafting into the sand village streets. Endless tears soaked her knees as she listened to her father slur profanities in her direction.Her small shaking body was tightly tucked into the corner of her living room, hands protectively over her head as she wept.

In times like this, Ariya would console herself by concentrating on her mother. It was comforting and distracting to imagine what her mother would have been like if she had stayed. She would probably be very nice, so nice that she would make Dad happy and he wouldn't throw tantrums anymore. Her skin was supposed the same as Ariya's, paler than snow. They also had the same wild red hair and penetrating black eyes. As another swift kick sent Ariya's small body skittering across the messy floor, she held onto those thoughts and tried to distract herself from the pain.

"You're just gonna go limp 'gain?! C'mon, fight back! You little brat!" He laughed angrily, while he stared down at her. Taking another drink, he bent down onto one knee to get closer to the weak little girl. "I don't mind if you don't fight back! I can still make it fun!" He roughly grabbed the ribbon holding Ariya's kimono closed and tore it apart with his bare hands, exposing her scrawny malnourished body. "Seven doesn't look too young to me!"

"No! This is wrong, Dad!" Ariya shouted, only to see his smile grow even larger with entertainment. He loved it when she fought back, the best thing to do was always to accept what was happening. But, there was no way she could accept this. Sometimes he spent to much time staring at her, but he had never done anything like this before. Without her Mom or any other family, this man she called father was all she had. He was her best friend, even though he was mean sometimes. Ariya tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he grabbed onto the back of her kimono and shoved her to the ground, next to pile of empty liqueur bottles and garbage . He held her there, stomach and face to the ground.

He flipped her over roughly and shouted, "Look at me, Ariya! You stupid girl! I don't look anything like you!"

He was right. Black hair fell down to his bright blue eyes. In features and bone structure, they looked completely different. "I'll tell you what I think! I think your whore mother was with one of her other boyfriends and they spawned you! That's why I can do this!" He shouted, crawling over Ariya.

As he fidgeted with his belt, Ariya reached her hand out into the garbage pile and found an old empty rum bottle. With all of her strength, she smashed it across his head. He fell off of her, dazed. Holding his head, he began screaming while one hand started reaching around blinding- searching for her. Blood began to cover his face and Ariya backed away frightened. What had she done? This could not be undone.

"You bitch!" Her best friend shouted, in a ball on the floor

Suddenly Ariya felt strong. He was the pathetic one on the floor, helpless and desperate. She had the power, the power to hurt him for all the pain he had ever inflicted upon her. Rage swelled up inside of her chest, fueling something overwhelming. She felt different, and as her father wiped the blood out of his eyes and looked up at her- he looked at her differently too.

"Those eyes! You freak! I knew your mother was a slut!" He stood up, reinvigorated by anger. He tried compose himself and form a fighting stance, but he was hurt and drunk. He ran at her, she dodged him and shoved him away. With his balance already off, he fell into a dresser and to the floor with a loud crack!

"Ah! Oh god! Ariya! Help me!" Blood began to pool around his body and Ariya ran to him without a thought.
"DAD! Are you okay?!" But as the blood pooled around her knees, she realized that he had landed on a wine bottle. There was no blood, she had been tricked. He grabbed her throat in a quick strike. Eyes and throat burned as Ariya began to choke, begging for forgiveness. her eyes darted around in a panic. She grabbed the first thing she could reach, the broken top of the wine bottle. It impaled his chest. Stricken by shock, Ariya was speechless.
"Please.... get a doctor..." He slurred, starting to cough up blood.

Ariya stepped back, backing away from his body. "No! I won't help you hurt me anymore!" Ariya shouted, knowing that after this incident he would definitely kill her. "I can't help you!" She cried, feeling torn both ways. Helping him would be equilvalent to killing herself.

Ariya ran to her bedroom, throwing down her bloody kimono. Digging through her pile of belongings, she pulled on a black kimono and shoved her most precious things into her backpack. She didn't have many so it only took a few moments. Deciding to leave, she froze as she caught her reflection in a mirror. The reflection was a stranger. Who was this frightened girl in front of her? Those eyes were not her own. Burning red eyes stared back into her soul. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the front door, bring Ariya back to reality. She couldn't bring herself to move. Was her father dead? Was it her fault? What would she do now? Where would she go? Panic began to stir in her heart.
There was another rap at the door. "Excuse me! Are you all right in there?! We've heard some shouting?!" The rapping became heavier, and within moments a concerned group of neighbors entered the house. "Oh my..." One whispered, "Well, I can't say I'm surprised this has finally happened." They began walking around the living room area and theorizing about what sort of incident must have occurred. One of them began exploring the dwelling, starting with Ariya's room. "Didn't he have a daughter? Where is she?" But Ariya was long gone, having climbed out her bedroom window. Traveling along the rooftops of her neighborhood, she was quickly making her way into the heart of the city.

For almost a year, Ariya had been surviving on the streets. News had traveled around town that her father had died of injuries and search parties were sent out for her. Nobody had managed to find her. The city was flooded with so many orphans of war, it was like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. Adjusting to life on the streets was hard. Learning to steal was the toughest things Ariya had encountered, but she was pretty good at it now. The only foods provided by the city orphanages were slimy grits and breakfast time or greasy grule for dinner. They did supply water to most people who asked though, and Ariya definitely had a deep appreciation for water.
There was a little nest in one of the cities highest rooftops that she called home. She didn't always manage to make it there at night, but it had some soft pillows, a blanket and a couple jugs of clean water. Most important of all, it had a photo of her mother. The most expensive thing she owned, not that she had paid for it, was the frame protecting this photo. Currently, she was sitting on one of the pillows with her legs folded, eating a freshly baked pork roll from a inattentive village vendor. "These are my favorite, mom!" Across from her, on another pillow, stood the photo of her mother. "Today is going to be a great day! I can feel it!" Then Ariya burst into a frenzy of sneezes. With a loud moan, she laid back on one of the pillows and pulled her legs up to her chest and rolled onto her side. This cold had lasted for a very long time. She wasn't healthy enough to make it go away.
Sounds of kids screaming and giggling filled the air. Enticed by curiosity, Ariya sat up and leaned over the edge of the building. A group of children were making noise as they scattered around, away from something. or rather; someone. They were running away from a pale auburn haired child holding a ball.
"I don't want to be alone anymore!" He whispered manically, holding his head.
Ariya didn't know if she should approach or not, and in the moment it took to hesitate the boy began to leave. As he walked, another person accidentally bumped into the raging young man. Shock and fear filled Ariya's eyes as the the small boy summoned sand around the man, and crushed him alive with it. Blood splattered out of him like a popped balloon. Now she realized why the children ostracized him- he was Gaara of the Sand, the fourth Kazekage's youngest son. The gossip Ariya had heard buzzing around town claimed that the fourth Kazekage had sealed a fearsome and powerful sand demon inside the boy in an attempt to create a perfect living weapon for the protection of the community. The sand demon's evil and blood lust was corrupting the boy though, and he was supposed to be quite unstable. He certainly seemed unstable right now, but for a moment earlier... He seemed like a ordinary lonely kid. It was a loneliness that Ariya could recognize and this was the first moment she became interested in Gaara of the Sand. When everyone had left the scene, Ariya crept down to the street and collected the ball, hearing Gaara's voice in her head again.
I don't want to be alone anymore!
Thoughts of Gaara swam around her mind as she continued with the rest of her day. She stole a few more pork buns and failed at shoplifting some dessert because the vendor had remembered her face. That was depressing, because it meant there would be no more sweets for awhile. After that she made a trip to the perimeter of the village to scavenge some branches and leaves. Upon returning home, Ariya tore parts of her blanket into strips and used the material to tie the branches into a shelter around her little nest. It was flimsy now, but with a few more days collecting branches to reinforce the walls it would be stronger. Afterwards, Ariya began weaving the long thin green leaves she had collecting, planning to eventually complete a roof for this shelter. When she ran out of leaves, she laid on her pillow with her torn blanket and held a photo of her mother. Thoughts rushed around in her head about the future. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew that life had to get better than this. Coughs shook her body as she dozed off into sleep, with distant thoughts of the boy she had seen earlier.
A few months passed and Ariya would see Gaara from time to time, either walking around the city or sometimes perched on a rooftop staring at the stars. One evening when she saw him walking along a city street, she tossed her ball in his direction. He looked at it, and then looked at her with shock filling his green eyes. Memories were invading his mind. Last time when he tried to return the ball and play with the other children they hurt him... and made him hurt someone else. When he looked up to find the source of the ball, Ariya gave him a big toothy smile. There was a connection between them whether he realized it or not. His panic, loneliness and evil were all present in her as well. He was the only person she had met that resembled herself, and she decided that they would be friends. Rejecting the ball, Gaara continued his walk without acknowledging the girl. Ariya found him the next day and repeated the process. Ignoring her again, Gaara walked away. This went on for awhile, it started to feel like they were sharing a moment every time it happened. She would throw the ball and stare at him with a stupid hopeful look. Sometimes he would give her a small smile.... before kicking the ball hard in the opposite direction. She would storm off angrily, but always return the next day. Until one day, when Gaara snapped.
It was a bleak and rainy evening, and Gaara's mood perfectly suited the weather. Ariya hesitated to throw the ball, and when she did Gaara spun around viciously.
"Leave me alone! Can't you tell that I don't want to be friends with you!" As he screamed at her, his hands frantically groped at his temple. Rain soaked Gaara to the bone, he had gone very pale from the cold.
"I just... thought I would try..." Taken back, Ariya could barely form words. She had witnessed him be violent before, but she thought things would be different with her. Sand began to pool around her ankles and wrists, lifting her into the air.
"I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T NEED ANYONE!" Rage filled Gaara like hellfire. He had long since given up on relationships with other people. In his experience, wandering loneliness was a sweeter pain than the inevitable betrayal. He was not going to let himself get hurt again. He was so angry, he couldn't feel the rain pounding meticulously against the surface of his skin or control how tight his sand was squeezing.
"I-I'm sorry, Gaara-sama!" Ariya closed her eyes tightly, expecting to die. The sand felt like it was crushing her. She couldn't breathe. A few things flashed in her mind. Her mother's photograph, her father's death and Gaara's sad eyes. Death never came. Sand around Ariya's extremities dissolved into the air,. Her body fell to the ground into a shallow puddle with a "crack!". Electric pain shot from her ankle to the rest of her body. Fumbling, she pushed herself up from the muddy water, only to find that Gaara was nowhere to be seen. With her ankle broken, Ariya could not climb to her rooftop home. She crawled to Sand Village orphanage that night, and stayed their for the next couple of weeks.
It had become hard to convince herself to get out of bed. Her ankle was so sore and she had lost faith that she could make a positive connection with Gaara. She laid on her dirty resting mat all day, twirling her knee length hair in her fingers anxiously. Smells of sickness and human waste filled the air. She had been placed in the Injury Wing of the Orphanage, and it was very crowed. The adults here were stretched very thin across all of orphans left from the last Sand Village war.
"Are you the child with the broken ankle? I have been sent to help," Asked a tall Sand Village ANBU member, from the foot of her sleeping mat.
"There are a lot of children here with broken ankles, you're going to have to be more specific... sir." Ariya responded suspiciously, wondering why this ANBU would be here to help.
"That's the right child, I remember her face." Said another ANBU suddenly appearing behind the first. Successful smiles ripped across their face as they both gazed at Ariya. She only had time to gasp, and they had already grabbed her, restrained her and transported out of the orphanage. They tied her wrists, and ankles.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO!" She screamed into the ANBU's back, having been tossed over his shoulder. They were traveling very fast, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Every impact and movement sent jolts of pain through Ariya from her ankle. After about twenty minutes, they arrived at their destination. It was the building Ariya had built her fort on! They were positioned on the other side of the roof.
"Down you go. I'm sorry it had to be this way, girl." Said the ANBU who had been carrying her before laying her down on the concrete. A moan of pain escaped her mouth, just as the second ANBU caught up.
"They are approaching this way now! Prepare yourself!" With that remark, both ANBU stood in fighting positions.
A third ANBU jumped into the rooftop near Ariya's fort, screaming for his life. Sand swirled around him a in large ball, before compressing around his body. Blood splattered across Ariya's home and the rest of the building. As the ball of sand began to disperse, a figure emerged from behind it.
"You have successfully lured me here, you pathetic dirt bags... Now what are you planning?" The voice that came from Gaara was a shallow raspy whisper. For a second, his eyes met mine with puzzlement.
"Surrender yourself, Gaara of the Sand!" Commanded the ANBU standing to Ariya's left. "We have seen you around the village with this girl and we know that you are friends. We will kill her right now, if you refuse to surrender!"
"Go ahead... Kill her," Answered Gaara, in a voice colder than the nineth layer of hell. Ariya felt chills throughout her body. She knew that they weren't close, but his reaction was so harsh.
"Very well, if you don't care..." said the ANBU, assuming Gaara was bluffing. He pulled out a katana and lifted it over Ariya's body, preparing himself.
"Suna Futoiude!" Gaara whispered, with a frenzy of hand signs. Great arms composed of sand lifted out of the concrete from behind Ariya. The ANBU with the sword began lowering it, planning to take out Ariya with himself but he wasn't quick enough. The other ANBU jumped away, listening to his comrade scream as the clawed hands ripped him apart- showering Ariya in blood.
"Suna Shunshin no Jutsu!" Gaara transported behind the ANBU that was trying to flee in a cloud of sand. He lifted his hand and pushed it forward, urging the sand from his mysterious gourd to obey him. The sand flooded out of his gourd and into the ANBU, filling his mouth and any other orifice it could squeeze itself into. His body burst apart with sand, sending pieces off the building and into the streets below. Sounds of hysteria began.
Gaara laughed, amused by the chaos and feeling satisfied by all the bloodshed. Remembering Ariya, he realized she was gone. There was a trail of blood beginning from where he had ripped the first ANBU apart. He followed the trail across the rooftop and found Ariya laying in a small rickety fort.
"They must have brought you here, thinking that I would want to protect you and they could use you against me. I wanted you to know that I didn't save you because we are friends.... I merely don't like ultimatums," whispered Gaara, staring down at Ariya. She was curled into a ball, still bound. Examining his surroundings, he realized this little shelter must be her home. It was drenched in blood because of the ANBU he ripped apart, right above the fort.
"Do you hate me?" Whimpered Ariya, staring at her knees.
"...I hate everyone," Gaara answered honestly, seeing no reason to lie. "I don't need anyone... People just cause pain." Thoughts of his deceased uncle filled his mind.

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"...I need someone," Ariya choked, beginning to cry into her knees. Gaara seemed a little taken back by her honestly. "I'm tired of being alone! I feel like I don't exist! I saw some kids running away from you, and heard you say that you were sick of being alone... I-.." She paused to sniffle, "I thought you were like me... So, I tried to get you to acknowledge me..."
"Hm!" Gaara was surprised. Until now, he had assumed that she was provoking him in an effort to make fun of him. He didn't imagine that she would want to be his friend. Who would want to befriend a monster like him?
As he stared down at her crying blood-soaked body, he realized that he knew what she was feeling. He understood it. He knelt down next to her, and placed his hand over her heart. There was such an intense and suffocating feeling of pain under his chest, did she have the exact same feelings under there too? Were they the same? Was she a monster?
Ariya blinked away some tears, and looked up at Gaara. They had never been this close to each other before. His emerald eyes were so striking, and his gorgeous red hair. He looked like an Angel to her in that moment. Somehow, his hand against her chest filled her with a warmth that she had not felt in a very long time. No one had touched her with anything even resembling warmth in so long. No one had acknowledged her existence in so long, she had started to wonder if she was just a shadow. Beneath his hand, she felt the knots in her heart loosen their grip, A soft smile reached her face.
"You will come live with me." Announced Gaara. He didn't know what he was feeling right now, but he liked it. He could be the person she needed. He could matter to someone. She could give him purpose.
"W-what?" Murmured Ariya, wondering if she was dreaming. She had given up on him a long time ago.
He picked her up, shocked by how light she was. For the first time in a long time, he found himself wondering about another person. He wondered how she had come to suffer in these conditions. Running with her in his arms across the city, he realized that she clutched something between her bound hands. It looked like a frame.
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