It was something the Jinchuuriki rarely saw— The ability for another to speak out their fears, only with the will to come over them.
For Gaara, bravery was such an unheard thing.
But, he cherished it. He felt warm— the flutterings of joy budding at the bottom of his heart. He looks to his hand— Slowly allowing the tiny digits to curl.
“—My father showed me.”
However, a string of unease soon slithers its way to his blood.. It was nothing short of regret of his own strength. He never asked for this— He never wanted to be this.
”—B-But…
It means..”
“—I’m dangerous.”
A threat.
— { ♣ } — “Chichi-ue said that you have to e dangerous when you become a kunoichi though?” She answers with a question, naive and innocent through and throught
She hadn’t experienced what he had.
Not just yet.
“That means you can protect the people really, really, really precious to you… And get rid of the people who want to hurt you…hai?” A pause, a blink, “Maybe…are you sure you don’t want a hug?
