He used his sand to get their ball down from the rooftop it had landed on. He sat it down gently on the ground before the other children when nobody moved to take it.
"Run! He's a monster! Monster! Monster! Mum!!!" The children cried as they finally registered what had happened.
"Wait!" The lonely little boy called. "Wait please! I only wanted to play!" He cried. "Please.... don't leave me alone....". He whispered. Over and over he begged people to want him. They didn't want to. Price by price he fell apart;deeper and deeper into the malevolent darkness that was his jinchūriki tailed beast. He date at on the swing all alone. They always ran away. Everybody feared him. He had nobody to live, and nobody to live him.
What is love? He wondered. He didn't know. But did he really want to? It seemed that no matter what he had he would always end alone and hurt. He was only six. But this was what fate had gifted him with. He didnt want to be a powerful jinchūriki. He didn't want to be Gaara the Kazagage's monster; the Kazagage's unwanted son. He just wanted to be loved. He wanted to be Gaara with friends and family who cared for him. He wanted to play with other children without hem running away. He wanted to have fun. He just wanted to be normal. He squeezed his black rimmed green eyes shut as the wind tossed his messy red hair around.