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lvoryingrid · 10 months ago

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Whispers in the Sand

Gaara x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In Sunagakure, (Y/n) befriends Gaara, a boy feared for the beast inside him. Despite the village's scorn, their bond deepens. After Gaara is critically injured, (Y/n) stays by his side. Lady Chiyo sacrifices herself to revive him, and Gaara awakens to (Y/n)'s tearful relief and confession of love, promising a future together.

In the bustling village of Sunagakure, where the sun painted the sandstone buildings in hues of gold, whispers danced like shadows in the dusty streets. Among those murmurs, there lingered a tale that had woven its way into the very fabric of the village—a story of a boy with a beast trapped within him, a tale that had haunted the hearts of the villagers for generations.

(Y/n) had known this story since she was a mere child, her young ears catching the fragments of hushed conversations between elders and the nervous glances exchanged between parents. It was a narrative shrouded in mystery, one that sent shivers down her spine even as she sat by the hearth, listening intently.

The tale spoke of a boy, his name whispered in tones of both fear and pity, who carried within him a beast of unimaginable power. Some said it was a curse bestowed upon him by ancient spirits, while others whispered of dark rituals performed by his own kin. But regardless of its origins, the boy's burden was undeniable—a monstrous force that lay dormant within him, waiting to be unleashed.

His hair blazed like fire, a crimson beacon amidst the mundane, while his eyes, icy and enigmatic, seemed to hold secrets untold. To the villagers, he was the embodiment of fear, a specter of darkness with a name stained by rumors and whispered tales of horror. They whispered of his alleged crimes, of a mother slain by her own son's hand, painting him as a monster lurking in their midst.

Yet, to (Y/n), he was something different. She saw beyond the whispers, beyond the shroud of fear that enveloped him. To her, he was simply a boy, no different from herself, burdened by loneliness and yearning for connection. With courage as fragile as a delicate petal, she approached him one day, her heart pounding against her chest like the drumbeat of a distant storm. Her hand, small and trembling, reached out in a gesture of friendship, offering a lifeline amidst the sea of suspicion and dread.

"Hi, I'm (Y/n)," she uttered softly, her voice a beacon of warmth cutting through the chilling silence that surrounded him like a suffocating mist. In that moment, her smile, genuine and unguarded, illuminated the darkness that had cloaked him for so long, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of his haunted existence.

In a moment etched in time, he finally surrendered to a glimmer of hope, his lips curving into a smile as he reached out and clasped her hand. In that delicate exchange, a profound bond ignited, weaving their souls together in an unbreakable bond. Despite the relentless storm of disapproval raining down upon them, they stood resolute, united against the world's scorn. Their friendship blossomed, a radiant beacon of resilience amidst the darkness, defying all odds with every shared moment, every whispered secret, every heartfelt laugh.

On that fateful night, the tranquility of the village shattered into chaos as the deafening explosion tore through the air. (Y/n) felt her heart lurch with fear as the ominous sound reverberated through her bones.

The next day, when she laid eyes on him, her heart sank. He was there, but he wasn't the same. The warmth that once radiated from his presence had been extinguished, replaced by an icy, distant demeanor. It was as if a shadow had consumed him, leaving behind only a shell of the person she once knew.

Despite her desperate attempts to reach him, he remained unreachable, lost in the grip of his inner turmoil. His once vibrant eyes now held a haunting emptiness, reflecting the torment of the monster that now consumed him. And as he turned away, ignoring her presence, (Y/n) felt a surge of heartache, realizing that the person she cherished had become the very thing they had all feared.

Years had passed since Gaara of the Desert had become the embodiment of fear in the village, living up to the bleak reputation that the villagers had painted for him. His departure for Konoha to partake in the Chūnin Exams left a bitter taste lingering in the air, with his sand nearly grazing her as she timidly approached to wish him luck.

Upon his return to the village from Konoha, Gaara was scarcely recognizable. The once stoic and aloof figure had softened, radiating an unfamiliar warmth, calmness, and genuine happiness. It was a transformation that caught everyone off guard, especially (Y/n), who had known him in his previous, more hardened state.

Then, one day, he approached her, his eyes betraying a profound sense of remorse and regret. It was a stark contrast to the coldness she had grown accustomed to, and it stirred something within her—a glimmer of hope, perhaps, that there was more to Gaara than the menacing facade he had worn for so long.

"(Y/n)," he spoke, his voice trembling with emotion, each syllable heavy with regret. His words, though soft, echoed with the weight of his remorse. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the apology hanging in the air, laden with the depths of his sorrow.

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she looked at him, her heart overflowing with emotions. "You were always my friend, no matter what," she whispered, a smile gracing her lips as she reached out to him, her hand finding his.

Tears cascaded down (Y/n)'s cheeks like a relentless waterfall as she stood beside Gaara's motionless form, her heart gripped by a vice of anguish and fear. Every fiber of her being rebelled against the thought of losing him, of never again seeing the warmth in his emerald eyes. Their shared memories rushed back to her, not willing them to die off.

As (Y/n) stood beside Gaara's motionless form, her voice trembled with desperation as she pleaded for him to return. "Gaara, please," she whispered, her words a fragile echo in the silent void that surrounded them. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the sand beneath her feet as she clutched his hand tightly, as if trying to anchor him to the world.

"Come back to us, Gaara," she begged, her voice cracking with emotion. "You're not alone anymore. We're here for you. I'm here for you." Her heart ached with each word, every syllable a testament to the depth of her love and concern for her friend

But Gaara remained still, his form unmoving, as if trapped in a world of his own making. The weight of his inner turmoil seemed insurmountable, a barrier separating him from the world outside.

In the midst of her despair, (Y/n) felt a stirring within her soul as Naruto's voice pierced the heavy silence. His words echoed with a mixture of sadness and anger, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart.

"Why is it always Gaara?" Naruto's voice rang out, resonating with a raw intensity that demanded attention. He stood beside her, his gaze fixed on Gaara's still form with a depth of emotion that sent shivers down her spine. "How could he die like this?"

As Naruto knelt beside her, his voice quivering with grief and frustration, (Y/n) felt the weight of his words pressing down on her like a heavy burden. She knew the pain he felt, the sense of injustice that threatened to consume them both.

And then, as Lady Chiyo intervened with a voice like the hollow echo of despair "Calm yourself, Uzumaki Naruto." her gaze hollow toward the young boy, (Y/n)'s attention remained fixated on Gaara's pale face, her fingers gently caressing his hair as if to coax him back to consciousness.

But Naruto's anguish erupted into a desperate cry, tearing through the air like a thunderclap. "If you, you damn Sand shinobi didn't put that monster inside Gaara, then..." His accusation hung in the air, a stark reminder of the pain and suffering inflicted upon Gaara by forces beyond his control.

As (Y/n) gently caressed Gaara's fiery red hair, her mind drifted back to a memory not so distant. It was just a while ago when he had shared with her his impending appointment as Kazekage, his eyes alight with determination and hope. "No one deserves it more," she had said, her heart swelling with pride for her friend. But now, as reality settled in, she realized that his newfound responsibilities would inevitably mean less time together.

Her sadness didn't go unnoticed by Gaara, his perceptive gaze catching the subtle shift in her demeanor. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft yet laden with concern as he turned to her.

(Y/n) shook her head, a feeble attempt to mask the turmoil within her heart. "It's nothing," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

But Gaara knew her too well to be deceived by her facade. With a gentle touch, he turned her face towards him, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Please, (Y/n)," he urged, his voice a gentle plea. "You can tell me."

For a moment, (Y/n) hesitated, her cheeks a light tint of pink as the weight of her emotions threatened to spill forth like a torrential downpour. But then, with a resigned sigh, she relented, allowing her walls to crumble in the presence of her trusted friend.

"It's just...," her voice faltered, choked with unspoken fears and regrets. "I'm happy for you, Gaara, truly. But... I can't help but feel a sense of loss knowing that we won't be able to spend as much time together."

Her words hung in the air like a fragile thread, tethering them to the reality of their changing circumstances. And as Gaara listened, a mixture of understanding and sadness flickered in his eyes.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice gentle yet filled with unwavering resolve. "I may have new responsibilities as Kazekage, but that doesn't mean we have to change. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I intend to do the same for you."

As Gaara's words washed over her with sincerity and conviction, (Y/n) felt a rush of emotions swirling within her heart. His reassurance offered her a lifeline amidst the turbulent sea of uncertainty that stretched out before them. In that fleeting moment, as their eyes locked in silent understanding, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of something more than mere friendship stirring within her soul.

For years, (Y/n) had harbored hidden feelings for Gaara, emotions too complex and profound to put into words. She had watched him from afar, admiring his strength and resilience, yet always keeping her own heart guarded, afraid to acknowledge the depth of her affection.

But now, as their hands met in a tender embrace, the walls she had meticulously built around her heart began to crumble. In the warmth of his touch, she found solace, a sense of belonging that she had long yearned for.

As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, (Y/n) dared to let her guard down, to allow herself to embrace the truth of her feelings. With each beat of her heart, she felt the walls around her heart melting away, replaced by an overwhelming tide of love and longing.

And as Gaara's gaze softened, mirroring the depth of emotion reflected in her own eyes, (Y/n) knew that she was not alone in her silent confession. In the quiet intimacy of their shared moment, they spoke volumes without uttering a single word, their unspoken bond weaving them together in a tapestry of love and understanding.

As (Y/n) was shaken from her trance, she felt Lady Chiyo's presence kneeling beside her. With tear-stained cheeks, (Y/n) looked at the elder woman, her eyes silently pleading for her to intervene, to do something, anything, to save Gaara. "Please," (Y/n) murmured, her voice trembling with desperation as she reached out a hand towards Lady Chiyo.

The older woman nodded solemnly, understanding the unspoken plea in (Y/n)'s gaze. Motioning for her to move away, Lady Chiyo's hands began to glow with a gentle, healing light as she focused her chakra on Gaara's still form. Naruto, also, kneeled beside him, helping Chiyo.

Lady Chiyo's life force flowed into Gaara, her hands glowing with a soft, healing light. The old puppet master, having made the ultimate sacrifice, had given Gaara a second chance. As Gaara's eyes fluttered open, (Y/n) felt her heart swell with gratitude. "(Y/n)?" Gaara's voice was weak but filled with wonder as he looked at her.

Tears streamed down her face as she knelt beside him, her hand finding his. "I'm here, Gaara," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're alive. You're safe."

Overwhelmed with relief, she leaned closer, pulling him gently into her arms. She could feel the faint, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a precious reminder that he was truly back. Gaara, still weak, wrapped his arms around her, finding comfort in her embrace.

The world seemed to blur around them, the intensity of the moment creating a bubble of solace amidst the chaos. Naruto and Sakura watched silently, their own eyes filled with tears of joy and relief.

Gaara's voice, though weak, carried a newfound determination. "I... I thought I'd never see you again," he murmured, his fingers tightening around her hand.

(Y/n) pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, Gaara," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gaara's eyes softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "I know," he replied quietly, his gaze holding hers with a depth of emotion he had rarely shown. "Thank you, (Y/n). For everything."

She smiled through her tears, her heart overflowing with unspoken words. "We're in this together, Gaara. No matter what."

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trconlyme · 22 days ago

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I hate the way Masashi Kishimoto writes female characters.

WHY is it that the whole "love is dangerous to divine trees" conversation took place with Matsuri? Because she is the tree from Moegi?? Why did she recognize and feel Moegi's feelings towards Konohamaru, but SASUKE'S TREE DID NOT RECOGNIZE HIS LOVE FOR HIS OWN DAUGHTER????

No clan loves as deeply as the Uchiha, but still, those feelings would not transfer to the divine tree clone??? There is no consistency with his writing.

I hate the way the female characters are dressed and how they are always being saved in fights. The only good in the Naruto manga was that the female characters were mostly not sexualized and never the young ones.

I hate that SARADA is supposed to be trailing Naruto's path, but she was never his student, while Boruto got to become Sasuke's student. All to make room for Kawaki

I hate that Boruto got to train and develop new jutsus, his OWN jutsus, and techniques, while SARADA is only allowed to repeat her father jutsus.

They gave her nothing. Just like they give nothing to so many other female characters.

Himawari got Kurama, which is nice. But aside from it, she is practically useless and the age when both Naruto and Sasuke and Gaara and Shikamaru and Neji were all powerhouses, even Kiba, shino, Lee and chouji were powerful at that age. Because that's when all the boys got to go on their own special arc to go after Sasuke

They could have had Sarada studying Naruto's history (if they really did not want her to be Naruto's student) and going way to learn sage mode with the toads in order to be closer to him since she admires him and thinks he is dead.

They could have allowed her to make a contract with another summoning creature, like Sasuke did with hawks. Maybe even crows , as a nod to Itachi.

Most importantly, they should have given her her own jutsus

They never allowed it for Sakura, she is only allowed to repeat Tsunade skills (in the manga, she does have a detection jutsu of her own making in the light novel)

This is what separates the strong shinobi in the story and the good/significant characters in the story from the boring, bland ones. And they almost never allow female characters to have that.

Naruto and Sasuke not only inherited a lot of jutsus and techniques, and a huge amount of chackra and a bijuu, they also developed a bunch of new jutsus and put their own spin on these jutsus and gathered knowledge from different sources. Which is what is being done for Boruto.

I hate that Boruto is placed as this genius that can learn everything that SASUKE (another genius) has to teach in only 3 years. I hate that he is placed as this person who always comes saving everyone and that everyone is basically defenseless without him. I hate that the female characters are never prominent in fights or consistently the ones stratergizing. They are never the most powerful in the trio, never the most intelligent, never the ones learning or creating incredible jutsus, never the ones to hold their own against powerful foes (male foes). Never overwhelming anyone.

But they are always the ones being protected, saved, making stupid mistakes , being overwhelmed. But they are not even given the grace to be total failures that achieve incredible power or unlock amazing abilities through hard work, like Guy or Lee. Even when Sakura did it, it wasn't well done because she never got to their level, like Guy did.

Female characters are consistently bland. Never good enough to be powerhouses and never bad enough to be made fun of and develop. And always talking about romance.

And yet, the deepest emotional connections are made by the men, amongst themselves.

I hate that Kishimoto is incapable of writing nuanced female characters because somehow, he thinks women do not have hearts and minds like men do. He SOMEHOW thinks female friendships amount to rivalry for boys( ino and sakura before and now sumire and sarada); that female goals revolve around the men in their lives (sakura, tsunade, hinata, the girl from akatsuki); and that women that do not have men in their to fuss over, do not have anything interesting to say (tenten, anko, and all the other female characters).

I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate it mainly because this story was such a success that it cemented the way young boys will subconsciously think about women for generations to come. And also how shounen will be written for generations to come.

I hate that every girl is hypersexualized in Boruto. And how the story is going. And how Sarada is being developed (or better, not being developed). How she is portrayed to SAY stand offish things but never be able to back it up with power and cunning. How she will never be on the same level as Boruto, like Sasuke was on the same level as Naruto, because the moment Kishimoto made her into a girl, he made her inferior and not as relevant to the story.

If she was a boy, I bet that she would also have received karma, and she would end up developing rinnegan, and she would struggle with entity inside her and flee the village or pretend to turn over to the other side like itachi did. She would be a rival to both Kawaki and Boruto, and we would have a three-way deadlock at the God level. OR she would not get the karma, but would have enhanced her body like orochimaru did, somehow achieve rinnegan and be the one to show that Shinobi are better than gods. She might be the one to look for the other bijuu, and the one to study how and develop a way to destroy the trees, but would need boruto and kawaki to do so. She would definitely have left the village to gather power.

OOORRRRR Sarada could have been a failure like Naruto or Obito. Kishimoto could have done that since he wants Boruto to be a genius paralleling Sasuke. He could have made Sarada a seemingly failure like Naruto. Ashamed to be part of the Uchiha, made fun of for being pretty but not smart, or ugly and stupid and have her compared to Sasuke and even Sakura. She could have been, like Naruto, capable of great empathy and forming good friendships and want to be dependable. She could have had the Hokage goal as the way to prove she was not a failure and that she would carry on her clan's legacy. She could have found out about he clan, her uncle, the fears regarding the sharingan. How they would emerge again the more Uchihas increased and awakened sharingans. Kishimoto does not have the balls to create a sympathetic failure in a female character, the way he did with Naruto and Lee. All of his women are weak, but annoying and conceited. He reserves that level of humanity only to males.

If she had been male, she would have had a waaay closer relationship with power figures like Kakashi and shikamaru (like Boruto has). And she would get away with a lot more. She would have been allowed more depth and closer connections. More knowledge and the opportunity to reflect on things way more.

And I hate that, just because she is female, kishimoto somehow does not know what to do with her. Even though she has even more potential than Sasuke had and a bigger motivation to leave the village and gather power.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

Thank you, tumblr, for letting me rant.

#sarada uchiha #boruto manga #boruto #borusara #naruto #naruto next generation #masashi kishimoto

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