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Child!Gaara x Child!Reader (Requested) {Pity} Naruto!

This might be OOC!!! I don't really know how he acted as a kid, so I'm sorry!

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You eyed the red head a few blocks ahead of you, raising your small brow at him as you walked beside your mother at the market. He looked harmless, but your parents and friends told you otherwise. They told you to run if you saw him, to be aware and ready to attack. But why would they treat him so badly, anyway? It didn't sound very nice to you, and your parents were the nicest people you knew. They said they were looking after you, because apparently he had attacked other villagers out of no where. Did anyone have proof that it was on purpose?

He looked lonely, and you didn't blame him. From the sound of it, all Gaara really had was his uncle. Then you had your loving parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, everything. You even had friends. And all he had was an uncle...? And he was totally isolated from everyone, just because of some stupid rumors? That was harsh, and unfair. All you could feel was horrible pity whenever you looked into his teal eyes.

You were a deep thinker, you could say. You were abnormally smart for your age, which you came to appreciate after time. You grew up before the others. Heck, you grew up before the adults.

As you studied Gaara, you saw him walk up to a girl that was your guys age, but she quickly ran away. Well, not without kicking him in the shin and screaming her lungs out.

You gasped when you watched, and glared at the rude little girl that ran away. Without thinking, you left your mothers side and went to his aid.

"Hey, are you okay?" You ran to him, putting a hand on his back and ignoring your mothers screams. "She was mean, but don't take it to heart, okay? She's stupid too!" You insulted, helping Gaara to his feet again. He stared at you with wide eyes. Were you real? Were you actually helping him?

You suddenly felt something dig into your shoulder and push you backwards into a pair of legs. You looked up and saw you mom.

"Stay away from my child! You demon!" His surprised gaze fixated back into a robotic one as he heard your mother shout. You were getting irked. You slapped your mothers hand off of your shoulder, and grabbed Gaara's hand, before you ran away.

You stopped in a small grassy area, huffing but Gaara looked unaffected. He squeezed your hand, and hardened his look on you.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Cause... no one deserves to be kicked like that. Or yelled at like that when you had done nothing wrong, right?" You smiled cheekily at him. But he was so sure to get you to hate him too.

"I killed my mom."

"And how'd you do that...?" Your voice shook from the sudden confession.

"I was born. And she died." You sighed, and squeezed his hand.

"That isn't your fault, Gaara. Your fine, and you didn't kill your mom. You had nothing to do with that." He gave a hum in reply, not really believing you. He was a tough nut to crack.

"Hey, Gaara, promise me something, kay!!" You blurted, and took his other small hand in yours. He didn't say anything, but his eyes shined in curiosity.  "Promise me that you're gunna prove everyone in this village wrong! That your the strongest and the best! And that you'll never kill, unless you have to or it's an accident!" You jumped up on your toes, hoping to get him to agree as you bit your lip. "Mmkay?!"

"...okay." He meekly replied, but hey, it was something! You yelled out, happy as you hugged him.

"Awesome!"