Miera's POV
They let me go at dawn.
I left my Akatsuki cloak with them.
The deal was that I got week of holiday, and then would meet up with my team again as soon as possible.
They told me the place to meet them, and I left.
I continued ahead of them towards the Suna.
When I got there, I walked through the town.
Children stared at me in fear, and parents hid their young ones behind them.
Everyone seemed to fear me.
And I didn't care.
Let them be afraid, I thought, Let them fear me.
I went to a store and bought some resources from the terrified lady.
As I left the store, a few shinobi approached me.
I recognised one of them.
“Who are you, and why are you terrorising our village?” one of them demanded.
“Is there something wrong with merely walking down the street?” I asked.
The one I recognised stared at me.
“Miera?” he asked.
“Sup, punk. I see you recognise my voice,” I smirked.
“What happened to you?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“Has your brother told you nothing?” I asked, giving him my normal cold glance.
“He said that you left because of your destiny,” he said plainly.
“Well, than I guess he's kept you in the dark,” I smirked.
The two other shinobi reached for me to grab my arms.
My sand came out of my open gourd and grabbed their wrists.
“Don't bother,” I said, glaring at them.
“The sand,” Kankuro muttered.
“Yes, I know. Now, I believe it is time for me to go. I've had enough of this village already,” I growled, pushing past them.
“You should at least talk to Gaara,” Kankuro said.
I stopped in my tracks.
“Why should I?” I asked, not turning my head.
“He loves you, Miera. He misses you. You never contact him, and he worries because of it. Don't you miss him?” he said softly.
“Love. Hmpf. I know nothing of love, or even joy. But, I doubt you understand,” I sighed.
“Do you miss him?” Kankuro asked.
I turned to him.
“Kankuro, I am not the same girl I was a month ago. I am the empty shell. Certain feelings and emotions have vanished within me. I do not understand joy, love, regret or seperation. I only understand hate, envy, and anger. I know that I used to love Gaara. But I don't know what love is anymore. I am a different person. I am merely the shell of Miera,” I said, glaring into his eyes.
“Please, see him, even if you don't feel anything for him,” Kankuro begged.
I crossed my arms.
“I guess I will, for I do have a whole week to myself,” I sighed.
I walked beside Kankuro as we made our way to Gaara's office.
“He will not be pleased with what I have become,” I said as we walked up the stairs.
Kankuro did not reply.
He knocked on the door.
“Come in,” said Gaara's voice.
Kankuro stepped into the room while I remained out of sight.
“I have an important visitor for you,” he said.
“See them in,” Gaara replied.
Kankuro guestured for me to enter, and I did, lowering my head.
“Miera?” Gaara asked.
I sighed.
“Gaara,” I said softly, not raising my head.
“Look at me,” he said.
I did so, and allowed him to look at me.
“What happened to you?” he asked.
“I accepted Shukaku, as I said I would,” I shrugged.
He stood up and walked towards me.
“Your appearance, it's changed so much,” he muttered.
“And her personality,” Kankuro said.
I looked away from them, turning my head back towards the floor.
Gaara must have tried to touch me, as my sand reached for him.
His own sand came up to deflect it, and they collided in a small explosion.
I stepped away from Gaara.
“I do not make physical contact with anyone,” I said coldly.
“Why?” he asked.
“I see no point for it. I care about none other than myself, and need none other than myself now. It will only ever be me, and Shukaku,” I said, glancing at him out the corner of my eye.
“You don't care about me or anyone else anymore?” he frowned.
“No. I need only myself. The emotions that once encouraged me to care about others are gone now,” I said.
He stared at me, as did Kankuro.
Before either of them said anything, I turned, and walked out of the room.
Now they knew what a monster I had become.
And I loved it.
I loved it when people hated me. When people feared me.
It was amazing.