Reina's P.O.V

I groaned loudly and rolled onto my side, a sudden pain rushing through my body. "Gahhh!" I groaned out in pain. My eyes flew open at the pain. 'What the hell happened?!' I thought, holding my side, moaning in pain non-stop.

"G-Gah, it hurts so bad..." I muttered, trying to sit up, but the pain was too much for me. All I could do was whimper.

Then, I felt arms wrap around me, suddenly pulling me towards their warmth. I held my breath, my head shoved in the crook of their neck. The only thing I saw was their gourd made of sand. My eyes widened beyond belief. 'No...way....!' I gasped in horror.

"G-Gaara..." I stammered out in shock at his presence.

He didn't reply. His hands were wrapped around my body surprisingly gently, he lifted me up very slowly so I could sit up. Once I was sitting up, he let go of me and backed away. My blue eyes were glued to his seafoam green eyes. We took in the small moment of silence to just stare at one another.

"Why are you here?" I asked, wincing faintly at the numbing pain in my side.

He merely blinked at the question, and he then walked closer to me. "Explain." He ordered.

I rose an eyebrow and backed away on instinct, my back hitting the headboard of the hospital bed. Fear was bubbling in the pit of my stomach. Was he here to kill me off; to finish what he didn't get to? I gulped and shut my eyes. I felt so hopeless at the moment, I was acting like a child.

"Please, don't kill me..." I whimpered out, covering my eyes with my arms.

"I'm not going to." He said, his soothing voice reaching my ears. I felt a hand on my cheek, causing me to jump in shock and attempt to punch him.

My wrist was grabbed immediately. I opened my eyes, coming face-to-face with Gaara. I squealed, my cheeks heating up at the distance left between us. This... This feeling, in the pit of my stomach is...weird. Could this be Gaara's causing? D-Do I actually have feelings towards him?

"Please... Explain what you meant." He asked, caressing my cheek. He was floating on his sand, barely hovering over my body.

"Explain what, though?" I asked softly, noticing the confusion held in Gaara's eyes.

"You're a monster that just needs some love." He said, quoting what I said before falling unconscious during my battle against him.

I smiled automatically, "Isn't it obvious? I meant that you just need...love, from either your family or friends." I explained, his eyes widening.

"I see. So this thing called love, where do I get it?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

I smiled sadly, "You can't get it anywhere, you need to earn it, really." I said, scratching my cheek, saddened at the thought. Then, my thoughts darkened. "It's not worth it, though."

'It's not worth all the pain you receive in exchange...' I mused, hanging my head low.

"...Why is it not worth it?" He asked.

I chuckled, "You only get pain in return, nothing else. What's the point of wanting love if you don't get anything good out of it? Yeah, some people are loved and gave a great time with it, but people like us?" I muttered, my body trembling. "We never get loved... We're nothing but monsters. That's all we will ever be seen as."

I pulled my legs to my chest and wrapped my hands around them, burying my head in my arms. I could feel the small specks of Gaara's sand land on my arms and legs. I let the bottle of emotions inside of me burst open, I let out all of my pain.

"W-We're monsters, Gaara! C-Can't you s-see that we'll n-never be loved!" I shouted, rubbing my eyes. "Our fate h-has already been choosen..."

I cried in my arms, shaking as I did. All I could think about were my parents, the ones who abandoned me and left me to die with those evil men. It was their fault. I'll never think of love the same, they're the ones who ruined everything; my life! Because of them, their choices, I can't get anywhere in life without being seen as a monster. Nothing else, nothing more. This is always how I have been seen.

I chuckled, "What do you expect in exchange when everyone just you're a monster? Do you expect to receive what you want or what you don't want?" I asked bitterly, trembling in anger. "From what I've known, I tend to get exactly what I don't want."

"Hate." Gaara and I said in unison, his sudden entrance in my speech-like moment shocking me.

He walked to the side of my bed, staring at me with dull eyes. "Hate is something that always lingers in the world. It never dissappears." He said, a dark smirk on his lips. "This is why you should learn how to use this hate to your advantage."

I rose an eyebrow, wiping my tears away. "W-What do you mean?" I asked, interested in what he meant by that.

Gaara smirked, "Make everyone hate you. Make them fear you, Reina." He mused, his tone dark and eery. "Once you have that, you'll have control over anyone."

My eyes flew open, I thought back to when Gaara was ordering Kankuro and Temari around before the tests even started; the day I first met him. Kankuro seemed to be really scared of Gaara just at the sight of him, and when Gaara told Kankuro to do something... He listened and did it right away. Gaara's method of abusing the hate he recieved from others seemed to work really well.

Maybe I should try it...

Gaara took a step closer, his hand reaching out for my face. He grabbed my chin and made me look up in his eyes. 

"Hate is what makes us stronger. You need it to achieve." He stated, leaning in.

I shut my eyes in fear and nervousness, waiting for his lips to touch mine.

"Get away from her, you creep!"

My eyes flew open and I looked at Atsushi for his sudden outburst. "Atsushi..." I muttered, seeing him push Gaara away from me, now taking his place beside me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, hatefully. "Can't you see that we don't want you here, especially beside Reina?"

Gaara didn't answer, he stayed silent and stared at me. Atsushi scoffed at his silence.

"Get out, will you." He spat, glaring at Gaara.

Gaara took one last glance at me and did what Atsushi told him to do; he left. The door shut loudly as he walked out, it looked like he slammed it shut in anger.

He let out a sigh and faced me, smiling ever so softly. "Reina..." He muttered.

"Atsushi--" I coughed as he threw his arms around me, squeezing the living daylights out of me. "...sq...squishing...m-me."

Atsushi quicky pulled back and looked off to the side, blushing in embarrassment. "Sorry, I was too excited to see you were alright. I heard that you lost against that boy and I knew you were hurt." He said, frowning at me. "Are you okay now? Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head slowly, "No, he didn't do anything to me." I said, earning a 'Good' from him.

Atsushi then began to ramble on, saying how worried he was for me, and how he thought I was seriously injured. Which I kinda was. The thing was... I couldn't get Gaara's words out of my mind. They were stuck to me like glue. How would I ever forget them.... I sighed as looked out the window as Atsushi paced back and forth while talking to me.

Was Gaara right by any slight chance? Does hate truly make you stronger? Do... Do I need to achieve more hate? Part of me really did think Gaara was right, that I should go with what he said...but there was this one part of me that screamed no.

What was I supposed to do...?

"Make everyone hate you. Make them fear you, Reina. Once you have that, you'll have control over anyone."

Make people hate me?

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