Because of the deamonic power of Shukaku, the villagers of Sand resented and feared Gaara even as a small child, seeing him only for the monster sealed within him. For a time, Yashamaru looked to be to be the only person who cared for Gaara. When Gaara would unintended harm others due to his subconscious abilities granted to him by Shukaku, Yashamaru would be the only one who understood that Gaara didn't wilful harm them. Gaara's father, however, did not see Gaara in the same light, and viewed Gaara's frequent attacks upon villagers as a result of a failed experiment that was a threat to a village.
While Gaara had initially tried to be friendly towards others, despite their fear of him, Yashamaru's actions and words changed him. Realizing that nobody loved him, Gaara used his sand to create the kanji on his forehead "love" (愛, ai), as a symbol of a "demon loving only himself", and to live up to his name, as Karura intended. I finally understand. I'm alone. I wont believe in anyone , or love anyone. I'm alone. Gaara became emotionally cold, all but silent, and consumed with a bitter loathing for everyone but himself and "Mother".He learned to find pleasure, and eventually a reason to live, in annihilating the numerous assassins sent to kill him – and, by extension, anyone who threatened his existence. This was only worsened by the occasional demand by Shukaku for blood to sate its blood lust. Gaara's insomnia, forced upon him by the fear that the demon will eat his conscience if he were to fall asleep, only furthered his instability and desire to kill. In fact, his hatred extends to his siblings, as he never saw them as such, and was fully willing to kill them were they to cross him. In time, Gaara's father came to recognize Gaara and the uses he could serve, and canceled all assassination orders.
Gaara: A monster? Then I am the same. As you said, I did not grow in nice enviroment. I took the life of woman who was called my mother when I was born. To became ultimate ninja, my father used technique to bind a incarnation of sand to me. I was monster at the birth.
I stole my mother life and was created to become village's masterpiece. These past six years, starting from when I was six, my father tried to assasinate me numerous times. A being that is too strong eventually becomes a embodiment of fear. To Kazekage, my father, I was trump card... but at the same time, I was threat. I am only relic of the past they want to get rid of. So why I exist and live? I asked myself that question, but I couldn't find an answer. But I need those reasons while I am still alive. Or it would be same as being dead. And this is what I concluded. I exist to kill everyone other than me. I finally found a relief inside the fear of being assassinated at any time. By killing the assassins, I was able to recognize my reason to live.
I fight only for myself, and love only myself. As long as I think that other people exist to make me feel that, the world is wonderful. As long as there are people to kill in this world... to make me experience the joy of living... My existence will remain.
Although he remained ruthless against his opponents, Gaara appears extremely protective of his allies and innocent people, as seen when he protected his village from Deidara; and his siblings, Darui and even the Raikage against Sasuke. He also appears to deeply understand those who have suffered from loneliness and hatred in the past by the look in their eyes, such as Naruto, or even Sasuke.
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To Sasuke : You... have the same eyes as I have. Eyes that seek power ,and are filled with hate and murderous intent. You are similar to me. You have the eyes that know true solitude... Eyes that know loneliness is this world's worst kind of pain. Same eyes as mine. Eyes that are itching to kill the one, who put you in the hell known as solitude...