So, this is what death is. All these years of torture and pain, now it's all gone, and I feel great. I feel so uplifted, so free. Like an enormous weight has been lifted off of me and I have shed all of my human pain, worries, and possessions. But wait, where am I? I have no body yet my spirit holds it's shape. I can see, yet I have no eyes. I can listen, yet I have no ears. Can I be seen or heard? What is my purpose in this strange new world? Just my luck, I finally get settled and then I need to change because of something new. Will I know where home is? Do I really want to go back?
"Son, is that you? It's been ages ,since I've seen you," called a familiar voice.
"What's going on here? Where am I," I asked, the former 4th kazekage. I didn't even bother calling him, Dad, because what kind of dad puts an evil spirit inside of his son, then orders assassins after him?
"I see you followed in my footsteps, Gaara. Well, as you may have noticed, you're dead. We are in the place of your death and we're here because we have unfinished business and can't pass until we have finished what we were supposed to do in our human life," He stated.
"What do you need to do?"
"I need to be the father I never was. I was planning to get to know you better."
"It took you fifteen years and death to figure out that a father's love should be unconditional?"
"Better late than never, right? I regret treating you like this, a criminal rather than a son. I've seen that Shukaku had a big influence on you because, you had nobody else,"my father said.
I was not ready to forgive him yet, but decided to follow him when he was leaving. He is the only person who could give me any answers and maybe find and fufill my purpose. Plus, I was dead already, what do I have left to lose? As, we walked outside of that hide-out we stumbled upon a few leaf village ninja. Among them was the "#1, hyper-active, knuckle-head, ninja," Naruto Uzumaki. The only person who knows how I feel, and my only friend.
" Do you know them, they look your age. They look a little familiar, but not too,"Dad asked.
" Yeah, I know one of them. He's my hero," I told him
"Which one, the one with the mask?"
"no the blonde, loud one."
"What could you possibly admire him for? He looks kind of desperate."Dad stated
"He's a dedicated jinchuriki. He also didn't go crazy like I did. He found a purpose and went against what others thought. He showed me that just because I have a monster, or rather had a monster, inside me doesn't mean I have to act like one. He inspired to reach for the stars, and to not stop until I get there. It's because of him that I was who I was before, kazekage."
