Okay, spelling mistakes - working on. Story - Working on. Life - need one. Enjoy
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The screams always followed him, whether it was the yelp of his secretary who jumped every time he came into a room no matter how nice he was to her, or the children on the street as their parents pulled them from his view.
Yes, Gaara the Kazehage was still feared by his people.
He hated it.
But not as much as…..PAPERWORK!
"Temari, I am leaving" He said standing suddenly causing a pile of paper to shift.
His blond sister caught it and raised her eyebrow "NO"
"I AM going, I will return"
"A month" was all she replied
"Fine" a wall of sand appeared and the red-headed man was gone.
Temari sighed
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Gaara reappeared in his room at the Kazehage tower. He though a moment and rummaged in his cupboard, he pulled out his bag before using the transport jutsu to appear at the front gates.
The guard jumped back and the woman he was flirting with screamed in terror. Gaara sighed, trudging out of the village he ruled he felt sadness when he saw how travellers scattered out of his way. Yes it was nice to be respected, but no, he didn't want fear anymore, he wanted…
Gaara snorted
He didn't know what he wanted
When night fell he walked onwards still, pushing towards Kanoha when it was too dark to see he stopped and sat, meditating.
When he felt the first rays of the rising sun in the morning he had a plan, he pulled an empty scroll from the bottom of his bag and biting his thumb began to write in blood. He looked at it satisfied and placed his hand on it.
"Transform no Jutsu" he murmured to the scroll.
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A black haired, blue eyed man walked away out of the desert, entering the lush forests of Kanoha.
Gaara sighed in relief feeling the cooler air wash over him.
"Don't move" Came a voice from nearby