Tears of Regret...

It had been six years since the anniversary of Yashamaru's attempt of killing Gaara and also the anniversary of the supposed death of Yashamaru. Ever since that incident, Yashamaru was unable to sleep due the twinges of guilt in his heart. Believe it or not, he was sorry for not being a better care-taker to Gaara.

Yashamaru opened the door to his room and collapsed on the bed, sobbing. "How could I...have been so...ignorant. How could I do that...to Gaara...he was just a child." He sniffed and buried his head into the soft fabric of the light blue bed-spread and wondered what he could do to get the boy to forgive him after so long.

ooc: by the way Kat, because of some confusing things, everyone got older by 4 years a little while back, so Gaara is now 19, I'm 18, Kat would be 18 too, right? Since she was 14 before the skip? Ah, well that's for you to decide, just saying! X3 ^^

Neko sat on a tree beside the window like a cat, but in her up-right form. She leaned in, looking at the one who mentioned Gaara's name.

ooc: She would be about 17, oh I don't know. Life's too confusing at it is -__-


The collapsed heap on the bed continued weeping for a bit and then became aware of the presence that had been gazing at him. Yashamaru sat up, wiped his eyes and fixed his hair. He looked at the silhouette, hallucinated, thinking it was Gaara and dashed over to the window sill "Gaara...? Gaara please have mercy!" Yashamaru pleaded deliriously and without realizing that the window was not open, tried to leap at the tree and bonked his head into the hard glass and fell into an unconscious heap on the floor. There was a gash in his head.

ooc: He hasn't been sleeping well so his brain is kinda fucked up...

"Waah!" Neko almost fell off the tree from Yashamaru's startled reaction. She quickly gained her composure and opened the window gently, peering in at the passed out body in front of her. She then jumped in and landed lightly beside him, kneeling down on her toes. She cocked her head to the side, confused about this man who she did not know yet who called out for her friend.

"Meow?" She mewed without a reaction and then rolled him over so he was lying on his back. She pondered what to do about his injury and then decided that this was good a place as any to try out her new healing techniques. She focussed a lot of her chakra into her hands, creating a blue bubbled around them. Then she placed her palms onto the gash on his forehead.

"C'mon.." She spoke to herself. "I didn't train for four years for nothing..." The wound started to slowly heal as she applied more chakra into it.

The swirling blackness inhabiting Yashamaru's head began to disintegrate, he slowly opened his indigo eyes slowly "Huh?" He muttered and realized that the girl was not Gaara-sama. He slowly sat up and stroked his aching head "I-I am in your debt." Yashamaru said slowly and remembered why he was there in the first place "Have you seen Gaara-sama, I must gain redemption for the deeds I have caused to harm the poor child."

She plopped herself down on her butt beside him, the chakra fading from her heands. She was about to say what a good job she had down when he mentioned Gaara. She cocked her head to the side, trying to remember if she had every seen this man before. "Umm, Gaara-kun is far from a child now and how do you seem to know him?" She asked, pulling out a package of bandages.

Without asking him, she started wrapping the bandages around his wound because her healing skill only partially healed it, he still needed to be gentle. "And what do you mean, harm?"

Tears once again began to trickle down Yashamaru's smooth skin. He apologized and wiped them away with his indigo-colored handkerchief. "I-I was his caretaker at one point and I am related to him by blood. When he was born, he took the life of my dear elder-sister. I tried to love him or at least think of him as a memento of my dear sister but my scarred heart never healed. So he asked me one day about love and..." Yashamaru paused and his heart-wrenching sobs echoed off the walls "I-I-I told him...he was...precious...to me even...though it was wasn't true...I never realized...the look of agony in his...lonely eyes...until it...too late...to..do anything about it. Someone told me later...that Gaara...cracked...and...it's...all my...fault!" He sobbed pitifully and curled up into a small ball on the bed "Please...I need him to forgive me!" He groaned and shoved his bandaged covered wrists into the young girl's face.

"I cannot...get...GAARA-SAMA...off my mind...I have not been able to sleep...and...I fear I...will never be able...to look at myself again...in the mirror." Yashamaru sobbed and collapsed into a shaking mass on the bed.

ooc: Drama...the world is a helluva lot better without it...

She crawled over beside the bed, kneeling so only her head was visible to him. She waited until his sobs quieted down before talking back to him. "You're... Yash.. Yasha.. Yashamaru, that's it! Gaara-kun has told me about you, meow." She gently smiled to him, making sure not to make any sudden movements. "Although, I thought you were dead. Gaara-kun would be happy to know that you're still alive!"

She reached up and placed a hand on Yashamaru's. "I'm Gaara-kun's pet by the way. I live with him. And I'm sure he'd forgive you if you just apologized to him."

Yashamaru's poor tormented heart grew hopeful. He smiled and thanked Neko "Yes...thank you. I shall try apologizing to him." Yashamaru grabbed a tissue, dried his eyes and walked out the door, praying that Gaara would find it in his wounded heart to forgive him of his misgiving.

She jumped up and fallowed him out the door and into the hallway where she kept up a pace as he walked. "You do know where Gaara-kun lives, don't you? Because I was just heading there when I stopped and heard you."