This is a story I wrote a while back on quizilla. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Breaking the curse
Love yourself and fight only for yourself.
Chapter 1 Intentions
There he sat.
Amidst the scattered remains of countless assassins, his back towards me.
I watched in awe, as with a mere twinge of his hand, he ended the life of yet another black-clad shinobi.
"Wow" I breathed.
I approached him cautiously from behind, my ebony hair dancing gracefully in the cool breeze.
"Are you here to kill me too." He questioned, his eyes wandering over the hazy horizon. I smiled, shaking my head.
"No"
He peered over his shoulder at me, his crimson hair tousled slightly as it floated on the wind.
He weighed up my appearance.
My long black hair, hung loosely on my shoulders, concealing the top of a black dragon birthmark. The birthmark itself ran from my upper neck to the tip of my right hands middle finger.
Around my neck, I wore a black choker, the silver slivers of a curse seal, engraved deep into its fabric.
My top was simply a black vest top, and I wore the same coloured shorts. My small weapons were contained in my thigh pouch (Kunai's and Such), but on my back, I carried a large bokken, black with a crimson tip. It had once belonged to my father, the only thing I had left of my last life. When fighting, I grasped it with both hands, afraid I might loose it…
About my waist hung my shuto's and on my feet I wore combats.
"You wouldn't have lasted long anyway" He replied shortly almost sneeringly, as he turned back to face the horizon.
I gave a small stifled laugh before reaching into my pouch and pulled out two Kunai's. I hurled them at the back of his head.
Not in the least surprised as a wall of sand sprung to life, deflecting them. I smiled playfully removing my finger from his cheek, as he glared at me.
"Did I do better then your… friends?" I gestured to the dismembered corpses about the area, keeping my eyes looked with his.
It was my turn to weigh him up.
His hair was a deep crimson, which stood up in spikes revealing the red kanji character on the left of his forehead, reading love. He wore a black top and slightly baggy trousers. Across his shoulder from left to right, hung a white sash attached to an urn of sand. My eyes were once more drawn to his as I recognised the deep black bags around his eyes. The tell-tale sign of insomnia.
"Gaara of the sand, I presume" I smiled as I bowed my head to him, not once taking my eyes off his movements.
"I'm looking for your father"
He eyed me suspiciously, slowly digesting my words before replying. "Why"
"I am here to kill him."
"You are too late," he stated emotionlessly, "He was killed over a month ago."
I stared at him, fully aware of the sand, carefully wrapping itself about my left foot.
"Then I have no business here." I pulled out my bokken, bringing it down hard against my foot, scattering he sand.
I was gone in seconds, glancing over my shoulder only to see the shock on Gaara's face.
Sorry its sooo short, there all like this but I'll try and update quick (will be alot quick tobegin with as it is all on my computer now)