Old Friends (Gaara Love Story)

Pt 15

Miera's POV

Three weeks later

I opened my eyes to see Pain standing there.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“You've been here for three weeks now. You sleep most of the time, and what meals we leave you, you devour. Why are you doing this to yourself?” he asked.

“Why do you give a damn?! You never cared before!!” I shouted, rolling over.

“Tomorrow is the day,” he said before leaving the room.

I cringed.

So it was tomorrow.

The next day

I followed the girl, who I learned was called Konan, into a big chamber.

All of the Akatsuki members were there.

I knew them all by name now.

The scary guy was Zetsu.

Satanic mo-fo was Hidan.

Girly-guy was Deidara.

Moody was Ittachi.

Shark-boy was Kisame.

Mask kiddo was Tobi.

And weird eyes was Kakuzu.

Konan looked me up and down.

“Sorry 'bout this,” she said before hitting my in the back of the head with god-only-knows what heavy thing.

I calapsed, unconscious.

And while I was unconscious, Shukaku entered me.

(A/N. This is where a major personality change occurs. Just saying.)

I opened my eyes.

My head hurt, and my whole body was stiff.

The nine Akatsuki members were looking down at me.

I glared at them.

“What are you looking at?” I snapped.

“Well, she's awake,” Deidara smirked.

I got to my feet.

Pain put his hand out to steady me.

I glared at him.

“Get away from me,” I growled.

That's when I noticed the weight on my back.

I looked over my shoulder and saw a big black gourd, much like Gaara's.

“Jinchuurici,” someone muttered, probably Ittachi.

Konan steered me to a full person mirror that was there.

I stared at my reflection.

I had black rings around my eyes like Gaara.

I was wearing clothes that matched his fighting gear, only black.

I had a gourd that matched his, only it too was black.

The pupils had vanished from my eyes.

My hair was no longer straight, but slightly scruffy, also like Gaara's.

And on my forehead, above my right eye, where he had 'love' written, 'blood' was written on me.

I was a female version of Gaara, more or less.

I smirked.

Then I started laughing.

It was hilarious.

I was powerful now.

A Jinchuurici.

I laughed and laughed.

My cruel, evil laughter echoed around us.

When I stopped laughing, I turned to the others.

They watched me silently.

I cast a cold glance at them before starting to walk away.

Konan followed behind me, and helped me find my way back to my room.

I can't remember what happened for sure when I got there.

In fact, I can't remember much of what happened over the next month.

Things were blurred.

So lets go to when I can remember.

A month-ish after becoming a Jinchuurici

I walked between Ittachi and Kisame as we walked across the desert, my head down, like normal.

Ittachi made a joke, and the two of them laughed.

I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye.

Laughter? At that? It seemed stupid to me.

Then again, I did understand it once.

Before I became a Jinchuurici.

Before I became the empty shell of the person I once was.

Joy, happiness, love, respect, any positive emotions or feelings had complete left me.

Thus I considered myself an empty shell.

Memories of positive emotions felt strange. I did not feel the emotions.

I did not understand the cause of my actions.

I knew that I had felt something special though, something I would never feel again.

Ittachi and Kisame continued to talk, and I brushed some of the sand off my cloak.

The red clouds on it stared up at me.

The official dress of an Akatsuki member.

I didn't have a headband from the Suna, so I didn't have to put a cut through it like everyone else did.

I had no village to betray unlike the others.

“Hey Kiddo,” Kisame said.

I glared at him.

“I have a name,” I snapped.

“Fine. Miera,” he rolled his eyes.

“What?” I asked with my normal angry tone.

“Tomorrow is the first day of your holiday. You know the drill. Every 32 days you get a week off. Like you and Pain agreed,” he said.

I nodded.

“I am aware of that. Do you think I'd forget?” I glared at him.

“No. Just reminding you,” he said quickly.

We fell silent again.

“We are now half a day from the Suna. We'll rest here,” Ittachi said after a while.

We sat down.

We spent the night there.

They joked around as I practiced and mucked around with my sand, which was silver.

The joy of those two morons got on my nerves quickly.

But I would get the next day off.

Maybe I could go see my old friends.

Maybe.