(A/N: I haven't tried this before…so if you don't like it.. TELL ME. Tee hee. XD)

So, Japan for high school, that's a real change from Seoul. At least I get to keep training as a ninja, right? She sighed. I just need to get out of here, before…before they find me….

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the soft thud of leather against wood. Without turning she spoke softly.

"What are you doing here?" The tall, lean but muscular teenager spoke.

"I... Heard you were leaving. I just wanted to say…bye." She bit her lip; he even had the nerve to come through her window.

Without speaking, she thrust her foot into his chest, causing him to lose his balance. He groaned as he rubbed his chest.

"Jae-young. Leave. NOW!"

He frowned.

"Emi-chan, can we please talk?" She shook her head.

But he spoke anyway.

"Emi-chan, you're stronger than any ninja at your age, the talent and the potential you have is unbearable. You cannot leave Korea. Not now."

Her face flared a deep red, she glared at him.

"Jae-young, I don't give a shit. And now, I'm leaving. They've found me. It's a matter of time. Kakashi-sensei said I had two days to leave. So I'm listening to him."

"But…"

A sudden growing light balled at the palm of her hands. She heard him leave before she could even turn around. She smirked. She had more chakra then he could imagine…neither would anyone else know.

Emi looked in the mirror, smoothing out her long, glossy brown hair. She had no clue how beautiful she was. She believed that she was quite the opposite. High set cheekbones, full, curved lips and a pair of deep, deep purple eyes. Her skin glowed; she frowned at her strangely colored eyes.

She finished packing and grabbed her black leather jacket and tote bag. The brunette stopped, and turned. She leaned over and looked under her bed, and found three kunai, and slid them all into her leather garter. She looked back at the room, a look of remorse on her face.

Emi Hitachi was tired of always running away from them, always changing her life plans because of them.

She'd had enough.

There was a knock at the door. "Yes?"

A man answered,

"Miss Hitachi, Kakashi is here to escort you to your destination." She looked once more at her bedroom, a bedroom she had known for a year now.

"Alright, I'll be there."

(IN JAPAN)

(3rd POV)

"Sabaku no Gaara, please, you are tardy. AGAIN."

A teenager of about 16 or 17 walked in, his crimson red hair was mess, and his intense, black lined sea-green eyes stared at the teacher. Or glared… If you want to put it lightly.

You see, Gaara is not someone you mess with, never less look at or speak to. Unless, that is you are spoken too. This, regardless, is impossible.

The large, red character that was stamped on his pale fore-head glistened in the morning sun that leaked through the dusty windows; he said nothing and took his seat. Girls squealed as he sat down, and immediately shut up when his gaze went their way. The teacher spoke.

"As you know children, today is my last day as your substitute teacher. Kakashi-sensei has returned and will be introducing a new student!"

Excited whispers scattered across the room; Gaara looked up, it caught his attention.

Kakashi went to Korea… Hn…

The door swung open and a familiar head of grey, spiky hair looked around. He entered quickly, except… he wasn't alone. Gaara looked up and was immediately taken back. Whistles echoed in the back of the large classroom.

A lithe brunette stepped lightly behind Kakashi; her thick lashes framed her deep violet eyes, a contrast to her glowing skin and brown hair. She wore a pair of grey boots that came up to her knee and a too-big sweater that substituted for a dress. She had fishnet arm warmers up to her elbows and finger-less gloves. She swept back her long glossy locks; exposing her collarbone.

The large red character on his forward pulsed…and so did his heart. Even with the baggy sweater, she couldn't hide the curve of her hips or her tiny waist; or her extremely toned legs and arms.

She wasn't just a pretty face. She looked up and met his curious gaze. Her lips remained in the same position, but her eyes sparkled. He inhaled sharply, and tore his gaze away.

Focus Gaara… Focus. damnit! She's just a girl.

But he wasn't the only guy affected, or the only one who seemed to notice. All of the male students immediately started to clear out the available seats next to them, chucking empty snack wrappers into their schoolbags. Kakashi chuckled, Emi always was popular. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello class, I'll make this quick. This is Emi Hitachi, she's a…" He paused for a half-second. Even though nobody noticed, Gaara detected it. He frowned ever so slightly, his gleaming complexion shifted. He was even more curious. But… The last name, Hitachi. Where had he heard it? Why did it sound so familiar?

"She is a transfer student from the SIA. Please introduce yourself Emi, likes and dislikes; hobbies, activities." She smiled gratefully at Kakashi, they seemed to know each other. Gaara noticed how gently she smiled, but he could see the mask. Underneath was some deep pain… an anxiety of some sort. And he was going to find out.

But the rest of the classes were gushing over the fact she went to SIA (Seoul International Academy), an extremely prestigious and exclusive academy set aside for the truly talented and gifted.

He knew that, because he went there for junior high. He got bored, but that was just him. But she… who was she?

Hn.

She gracefully stepped forward and the class grew silent.

"Ohio, My name is Emi Hitachi, please call me Emi. I like being called Emi-chan or Emi. I dislike arrogance. Oh, and I have a fetish for fights. My hobbies would be… reading. Listening to music, it's better than people lecturing you. I'd have to say I really do not like it when people lie to me. Especially people I want to trust." She cleared her throat, and looked up at Gaara. He was a bit surprised when she smiled and spoke to the class, but still held his gaze.

"Thank you. I look forward to meeting and becoming friends with all of you." She smiled graciously and turned her head to look at Kakashi.

"Oh, arigato Emi, please take the seat next to… Hm." All of the boys stuck their hands up, and a couple of girls slightly raised their hands. Except, a blonde haired girl who huffed and puffed at the sight before her eyes and her group of friends, she was the only one not volunteering.

Including Gaara.

"Go sit with Gaara." He slightly pushed her toward the first step and made her way up all the way to the back.

He was wrong, she wasn't just beautiful. She beyond that, she was unlike any other girl he had seen… Lot's of girls threw themselves at him; he grew very wary and tired of them. But this was much different. He was lost in his train of though before he realized she was sitting next to him on the bench, and offering her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Gaara-sama." She the edges of her full lips curved into a half smile. There was silence. The students turned to watch the encounter.

He took her hand and shook it once. But he flinched back when their skin made contact; it was almost like she electrocuted him. Immediately, sand shielded him from the outstretched hand. She immediately took it back. She frowned and then realized.

"Oh… My bad. My chakra… I have some trouble with it when my nerves get out of hand." He didn't make an expression but realized something. If she had trouble with controlling her chakra even when she was nervous…she must have a huge amount of it. Most students have to work hard just to use some. He had this issue when he was angry, very angry. Dark thoughts suddenly invaded his mind, full of pain. His sea-green eyes suddenly flashed, they were dark…and scared.

But he recovered; he knew no one would notice. But Emi did.

He didn't smile but he spoke. His voice was low, deep, slightly husky around the edges but velvety smooth…seductive almost.

"Hello. I'm Sabaku no Gaara."

Her heart skipped a beat. He was Sabaku no Gaara…She should've known by that huge, gigantic gourd that sat next to him. She swallowed slightly, but didn't say a word. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her.

"That's great Gaara-sama, but you're sitting on my bag." Her tone was frank but slightly amused; his beautiful eyes narrowed severely and handed the bag to her. She pulled out her pencil case and continued to ignore his glares.

Occasionally, she snuck a look at his pale, opalescent almost in the sun, muscular arms and broad chest. She was impressed, she had to admit; he was extremely attractive. She heard whispers behind her that confirmed her assumption.

"Oh my god, would you just look at his arms? He is so hot. I wonder what it'd be like to do him…." The other girl slapped her arm and hissed,

"No way, he's so mine! I bet he's crazy in bed." The two girls giggled uncontrollably, Emi felt slightly rude for listening to their conversation but the more she thought about their words…

The more she agreed with them.

She completely blushed, a hot, deep pink colored her cheeks. As soon as the bell rung, she grabbed her already-packed tote bag and swiftly dashed toward the door. Gaara noticed her abrupt departure and decided to see what she was up to. He grabbed his gourd and slung it over his broad shoulders and started making way toward the exit.

Immediately, the students parted for him to get through. He smirked slightly as he walked into the hallway. He saw her rapidly turn a corner.

Hn, she's fast. Kinda annoying…

He quickly sprinted and was only about a meter away from her when a group of students from the school down the block encircled her.

They were whistling, making a grab at her clothing. Gaara's hand instinctively reached for his gourd- and was about to pull of the top when he realized what was happening.

She was kicking their asses- to be frank.

Her long, lean torso twisted as she quickly did a jutso he could not see what it was, but a second later they were all running away in different directions. On accident he had pulled off the top of the gourd- and realized what was happening.

The sand had sensed her chakra and was creating a shield against it, but he quickly dismissed it and closed the cap.

He ran up to her and waited until she noticed he was there.

"Oh!" She breathed in a bit too quickly and stumbled.

"Whoa…" he muttered and grabbed her by the waist to keep her from falling. He looked at her, and realized he had never been this close to a girl before.

Her large, violet eyes looked slightly shocked; her cheeks where burning hot and she had a smudge of dirt on her nose. Without him even knowing it, he breathed onto his finger and swiped the dust off of her nose; and put his hand on the small of her hand so she could stand up.

Her heart was pounding.

"Thanks….Gaara-sama." For a moment she looked a bit shy, like a little school girl. Than the rather rude, but frank girl back in the school room returned.

"But really, must you grab me like that?!" Her voice was completely frank and slightly amused.

Gaara returned to his usual self.

"Watch it!" He snapped at her, his usual defensive and harsh tone didn't seem to have much effect on her. He noticed that they were still quite close, about ten inches apart.

He abruptly turned around and walked away, toward the huge exit that led out into the rest of town. She looked after him curiously, and was slightly disappointed.

She slapped herself on the head.

Why should I feel disappointed? It's not like I expected anything from him…

A sudden tap on her shoulder made her turn. A tan boy with brilliant blue eyes and whiskers smiled at her shamelessly. She noticed the whiskers and smiled back. His blond hair were in spikes- and stuck out everywhere out of his headband.

"Hi! You must be Emi-chan! Nice to meet you! I'm Naruto!" She chuckled at his open friendliness and it felt slightly refreshing compared to the cold, silent boy she had been speaking with earlier.

"Hi Naruto, nice to meet you." She smiled openly now, and felt like he could be a good friend. He flamboyantly stuck out two ramen coupons and announced that he would like to show her the town and she kindly accepted.

They left the schoolyard and Naruto, though he may act like an idiot, he was intelligent; he had grown more mature over the past years and seemed to notice something was bothering her. So he stopped talking and led her into the shop, taking their seats and handed the cook the coupons. He turned to her quickly and quipped,

"What's wrong?" Her head snapped up like a whip; how did he know something was bothering her?

"Um, nothing, just you know; first day jitters." She even smiled weakly, trying to convince him but she knew he saw through it.

"Emi-chan, if something is bothering you; maybe I can help."

She sighed and looked at up, showing real fear in her suddenly dark, purple eyes.

He was slightly taken back by the dark look in her eyes.

She muttered slowly as the cook placed two bowls of steaming ramen, and for once Naruto didn't even notice that the food was there.

"Naruto… It's a very long story." He smiled cheerfully and added seriously,

"I have time." She swallowed and began to speak.