Love is something I was desperate for.
I had a weak left leg, a tiny, insignifigant imperfection. And I possessed my grandmother's golden eyes, given to me by my grandmother the demon.
I also inherited her her demon, from my mother. And I was resented for it.
Even though I displayed great power, and impossible strength, my people abandoned me in a trash-filled alley, hoping I would die.
But I didn't.
I have the Akatsuki to thank for that. They rescued me from my obvious peril, and gave me the love I desired. They trained me in their ways, and as I grew, I became a killer.
I kept my demon from them, hoping they wouldn't try to take it from me like they did with the tailed demons. And to this day, they still don't know. And they never will.
No one will.
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Little Girl
FanfictionThey found her in the early morning, when the air was cool and thin. Her name was Keiko. Just Keiko. She was like a child, with her large, innocent eyes and calm demeanor. But Gaara knew not to trust appearances alone. And he was right. *I do not ow...
