Inogaara
Gaara was having a bad day. That not saying much for a guy who was rejected my, his village, his mentor, or everyone who ever met him before he got his ass kicked by the Kyuubi vessel, not to mention that he had a demon living inside of him. This day though was worse than usual, with his father dead; the village hidden in the sand needed a new Kazekage, and the elders decided that Gaara shouldn't take over because he wasn't of age, or so they said, Gaara knew that he would never get the job unless something drastic happened to the Elders thought process. At first he seriously considered killing every single one of them, but that would just insure he never got the job.
Today was Gaara's birth day, the day he became of age, and he still had no hope of ever becoming Kazekage. Just as he was deciding he was going to go kill every last one of them, Timari opened the door and plopped herself down on the foot of his bed, an action that five years ago most likely would have meant her death. "Do you really want to be Kazekage?" The older of the two asked.
"Yes," answered Gaara with a suspicions look on his face.
"Then get packed, wear going to Konoha."
"What are you talking about Timari?"
"I convinced the Elders that it was because you were a genin that they didn't trust you. So now we are going to take the Chuunin exams, and there being held in Konoha."
