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You stood up, gasping. Breathing in air, taking in your surroundings, as the relief flooded in. And the love. The love for Gaara as he came to defend you. Looking over at Gaara, he seemed inhuman. And Yachiru was pinned. She looked at you with hatred in her eyes. The eyes that matched yours. She spoke. "You killed my mother. I won't even call her our mother, as you could never be her daughter. She was kind and humble while you're bratty and arrogant. I'm sure you didn't even know her name. And I'm not going to tell you. You don't deserve being told the name of the woman who gave you life, and then took hers. No, you don't deserve that. Just

(Note: I'm not gonna bother with the weeb suffixes anymore. I'm not much a weeb myself anymore so I apologize if I mess up my facts. I haven't read Naruto since it ended, and I don't like the Boruto crap because it just seems like Naruto all over again with the different characters. It's really not that original at all. Boruto is essentially Naruto with daddy issues and different clothes. I'll try to finish this fanfic, but I think I'll skip over the side crap you've probably already seen in the anime and manga, and cut to the Gaara and the badass you bits. Leave a comment as to your thoughts on that.) You sat in the audience of the arena wh