Prologue
It was a single stare that had a single outburst of meaning.
One's said, "God, you scare the living daylights out of me."
And the other's said, "You're pathetic. Even killing you would be a waste."
Then they passed one another and life went on normally. Well, until this certain girl with dark hair and blank eyes realized that he was living right down the street. It was summer vacation and that meant she would go and have fun and train. HOWEVER, going to the beach meant crossing his 'pad'—going to train meant having the single chance of meeting this scary, scary boy.
The boy with the name Gaara.
