This is purely a work of fiction and all credits go back to the owner of most of these characters. The only thing I own is the story plot.

to people who are reading this i wanna try and put it in point of views of both of the protagonists of this story... so bear with me if i get it wrong a little.

the horizontal lines in the story signify the start of a new day or a long period of time has past.

CHAPTER 1

Repairs were now being put in place after the sound and sand's conjoined attack on the village of fire or formally known as Konoha... my home. I hustled though the streets of debris carrying pieces of broken wood in my arms to the dump pile which was situated in a playground which had been demolished. I dropped the wood into the stock pile; I turned pausing for a moment to wipe the sweat on my brow. Solemnly I looked towards the Hokage tower where the third hokage had been previously killed in battle by Orochimaru. I sighed with a heavy heart, today was the day the sand ninja were coming back to ensure a truce with the advisers, after knowing that Orochimaru had killed their Kage and took his place making them attack Konoha under false pretences but, they had no way of knowing for a ninja follows his or her Kage's orders right through to the end.

Through local gossip from people on the street and fellow shinobis I gathered that these three sand ninjas were not to be messed with. They were very powerful and one of them was a Jinchuuriki like Naruto, his name was Gaara, it was whispered that he would kill you with no hesitation, ninja or no ninja. I shuddered at the thought of how someone could be so cold as to kill another person without giving them a thought. Without thinking I bounded off in the direction of the tower, I wanted to see for myself what this person looked like. I touched down lightly on the roof and made my way swiftly and silently down the stairs. I banged into something soft but at the same time firm and hard.

"OUCH!" I shouted in pain holding my nose.

"Oh sorry there kid! Shouldn't run around corners for this reason," chuckled the ninja removing my hand to examine my nose.

"Yeah yeah, I know! I'm just kindda in a hurry Genma sensei," I said wincing.

"Oh really? What for?" he questioned rolling the toothpick in his mouth.

"Ummm... well you see, I wanted to see the ninja who had the Shukaku in him," I answered peering around him

Genma raised an eyebrow and chuckled again.

"My, my, my, aren't you a brave kid for someone who's skills are less than average for a ninja," he chortled patting me on the head ", despite being bad at nin, tai and genjutsu you got a good head on your shoulders, but, now I'm wondering that during the clean up or the battle someone or something hit you on the head."

Infuriated I slapped away his hand, "I just wanna see what he looks like and yes, you don't need to constantly remind me of how horrible

I am as a ninja; my parents do a good enough job at that!"

Raising up his hands he apologized.

"I didn't mean anything, it's just no person would want to approach him, much less look at him. Despite people saying he's had a change of heart he's still feared," Genma illustrated.

"Besides they're not here anymore, they're staying somewhere in Konoha, they forgot to bring an important document, so someone's bring it for them. They'll be here for three days if you're interested," Genma continued.

He brushed past me and continued up the stairs.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping with the clean up?" he called.

"Oh shit!" I mouthed, groaning.

I had gotten so intent on the thought of seeing who this Gaara, is I totally forgot about the clean up in progress, my sensei was going to be furious with me.


"Damn you sensei for making me stay back so late!" I grumbled angrily to myself. Despite finishing late in the night, my supposed time was actually much later. I bounded effortlessly upon the rooftops of the houses, the moon was out and it shone brilliantly against the black velvet sky. I had previously told my mother that I would be home much later than now due to my punishment, so that left me time for moon gazing, which I absolutely adored with all my heart. A waxing moon in full transition was out tonight in its entire glorious splendor, strategically placed in the middle of the black velvet sky for optimum viewing.

I chuckled slyly to myself and made one final leap before landing onto the building. My smile widened, I was here all by myself no one to bother me. I wandered forward slowly looking for a comfortable place to sit, then I saw it, or should I say him.

I could feel my eyes widen subconsciously in my head, a young boy no older than me sat in the place I was searching for, but, that wasn't the reason for my eyes widening in my head. I had never seen him before and yet I could put a name to him.

"Gaara," I whispered slowly, my voice barely audible by my own ears.

Slowly and cautiously I made my way towards him.

"Hi there!" I called masking the slight quiver in my voice.

So this was the boy, the boy that Naruto fought and almost killed Sakura-san and Sasuke-san. He seemed harmless enough, or something was wrong with me as most people said. He turned, pupil-less sea foam eyes stared at me. There gaze confident and strong, with pain, loneness and sadness mixed in. I gasped ever so softly, how could someone have eyes so lonely like this?

His features were fair if not handsome, he had short cropped red hair parted over his right eye which showed the kanji word love, but, his most striking feature to me was his eyes. Despite the cold hardness and sadness they were beautiful eyes, longing to be loved. I drank in his looks for a second more before making another statement.

"I see you found the seat I was looking for," I chuckled, my nervousness growing ", mind if I join you?"

He watched me long and hard, his eyes boring holes in my eyes, I chuckled again. Not breaking eye contact I wandered closer to him and sat down, at least two feet separating us.

"Okies then," I grunted while sitting down.

He was still watching me; I could still feel it digging out holes in my flesh. Then he spoke...

"Aren't you afraid of me?" he asked, still staring.

"I'm not afraid of you... I'm afraid of what you can do," I replied ", and no I'm not afraid you'll do something to hurt me."

I added, my eyes transfixed on the moon before me, the last part was a lie, a BIG lie. I didn't want to look at him in case he noticed it.

"Oh and by the way, it's rude to stare," I said while lounging off onto the roof.

"Hn," was his reply as he too turned his attention back to the moon.

My eyes kept darting from the moon to his face, I couldn't help it, I was extremely nervous. Summoning up some courage within myself i proceeded to make some small talk.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful eyes?" i said gaze solely focused on the moon.I was afraid to look at him and say it, it took a large amount of courage much less to sit by him.

I saw him shift at the corner of my eye, I was quaking inside now. He turned his head to stare at me, I tensed and did probably a stupid move by turning my head also and staring back at him. Oh those cold beautiful eyes! I smiled as his eyes stabbed at me, his brow furrowed, a scream was building in my throat. Why did I have to be such a knuckle head and try and be little Ms. Brave and talk to this dude?

Read to see what happens next!

Will Gaara call his sand to crush her, will he leave OR will he stay ?

I say harm :D I wants some bl d!

first fanfic ever! be nice! but i'm sure some of u won't... *pouts* please review!