Summary: [Gaara/OC] The Hidden Village of Sand never got along with the Hidden Village of Mist. When one of the strongest families of the Village of Mist visits the Village of Sand, Gaara finds himself falling for a girl who isn't what she claims to be.
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Loved by the Enemy
Chapter 1: Meeting the Enemy
Gaara was standing in the corner of the room listening to his father telling him that the Kazuyo family would be arriving soon. Gaara listened, but didn't care; to him, the Kazuyo family would just bring trouble, just like all the families from the Village of Mist did.
"Gaara, are you listening?" He heard his father ask.
Gaara just nodded, he hated when his father lectured him about stupid things. When Gaara was younger, his father feared him, now that he was eighteen years old, his father just acted like he was no threat; and he hated that. He liked to be feared, he enjoyed seeing fear in his opponent eyes. Now, there was no more fear.
"Gaara," his father voice broke his train of thought. "Please, don't insult or threaten them like you did last time."
"Fine."
"Promise me."
"I promise shit. I told you I won't, so I won't." Gaara walked away. If he hated anything more than his father no longer fearing him, was his father making him make stupid promises.
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"The Kazuyo family will be here shortly. I want you to treat them with respect and courtesy," the kage of the village was telling his people. They were waiting by the front gates; many looked like they didn't want to be there.
In the distance, the villagers could see the carriage approaching the gates. It was being pulled by two white horses, who looked very tired. The carriage was made of oak with gold trimmings. The wheels were also made of oak, only it was darker than the carriage. It was very clear to the people of the Village of Sand to see that the Kazuyo family was a wealthy family.
The gorgeous oak carriage stopped at the gates since the people were blocking its way to go anywhere else. The driver of the carriage opened the door for his master, Kazuyo Rikuto.
Rikuto was a tall man with black hair and bright blue eyes. Comparing to the people of the Village of Sand, he was white as snow. He was wearing regular clothes, a white t-shirt, a pair of blue pants, and sandals. The clothes he was wearing didn't suit his muscular body at all.
"Hello, I presume you are Kazuyo Rikuto," said the kazekage.
"You presume correct. And you must be the kazekage of the Village of Sand," Rikuto said. His voice was thick and almost harsh. Some of the villagers even shivered when hearing his voice.
The next person to come out was a woman with light, brown hair and green eyes, emerald green eyes. She was about 3 inches shorter than Rikuto. She was wearing a red dress that suited her petite body.
"This is my beautiful wife, Uzuki. Uzuki, the kazekage."
"It's a pleasure to meet you sir," Uzuki said. Her voice was sweet and calm; it was wonderful to hear her voice. Some of the villagers smiled hearing her sweet voice and forgetting Rikuto's harsh voice.
The last person to come out of the carriage was a young woman. She had black hair and bright, mint green eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned comparing to Rikuto and his wife, but it was still very "white" comparing to the villagers. She was wearing a baby blue dress and sandals that matched her dress.
"Damn, she's gorgeous," Gaara told himself. He was watching the scene from a rooftop close to the gates. He didn't want to be part of the crowd, and he was happy he wasn't. He would look like a retard staring at a girl who he considered his enemy.
"This is my daughter, Naomi."
"It's a pleasure to meet you sir. Your village is so nice and beautiful, I know I'm going love my stay here," she said. Her voice was so luscious and innocent; hearing it was so pleasing. Even the toughest ninjas from the Village of Sand smiled.
"I hope so too," said the kazekage with a smile. That was the first time Gaara saw his father smile at someone from another village.
"Follow me; I'll take you to where you will be staying for a few weeks."
"Thank you let me get my bags first," said that sweet voice once again.
"We'll carry it for you," came a voice from the crowd. Gaara was surprised that his brother was willing to carry her bags; when he usually refused to carry his own bag when he goes to missions.
"Thank you! That's so sweet of you," Naomi said with a smile, handing her bags to the men that were willing to carry her bags and her parent's bags too.
The walk wasn't long from the gates to the apartment that the Kazuyo family would be staying. Rikuto and Uzuki decided to stay and unpack while Naomi decided to explore the "beautiful" village.
Several men guided Naomi through the village. Showing her the pet shops, markets, restaurants, and other small shops were. Naomi just smiled when one of the men told her that that was his shop or he worked there.
"I'll come visit you sometime," was her respond when the men told her where they worked. She had walked around most of the village, but decided that she should be getting back to her apartment, she didn't want her parents to worry about her.
On her way back, Naomi saw a boy with red hair. I don't remember seeing him at the gates, she thought. She smiled at him and he didn't smile or nod, he just kept that neutral face that was neither angry nor happy.
"Well, that's a first," she said to herself and kept on walking.
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"Rikuto, I was thinking maybe we should have a celebration," said the kazekage.
"A celebration? For what?" asked Rikuto.
"For your safe arrival and for a future as allies, not enemies. Believe me, it would be no trouble."
"If it's no trouble at all, then alright."
"Trust me it won't and you can meet my children."
"You have children?" asked the sweet and quite voice from Uzuki.
"Yes, um one daughter and two sons."
"Hey maybe Naomi might become friends with them."
"Did I hear my name?" Naomi said. She just entered the room and only heard her mothers last words. She wondered what they were talking about because once they heard her voice; they all stop talking and just looked at her.
"Honey, your back, how was the walk?" asked her mother, breaking the silence.
"It was fine. I just find this village so wonderful, and the people are no nice." Naomi replied smiling, looking at the visitor rather than her parents. He looked like that boy she saw earlier, or was that him. No it couldn't be. He was heading in a different direction. Maybe this is his twin. No, this guy looks older, a lot older.
"Well I better get going, it's late and you are probably exhausted from your trip," the man said looking at her. Why did every guy had to look at her even if they weren't talking to her? It was the most annoying thing ever. She just smiled and watched the man leave.
"So, tell me, how was your walk?" asked her father.
"It was fine Dad, now if you don't mind, I would like to shower before going to bed."
"Honey," her mother said. Naomi stopped and turned her head to look at her mother. "The kazekage is thinking of hosting a welcome party for us, won't that be fun?"
"Um, yeah, I guess."
"Great, he told us he has kids, maybe you can become friends with them."
"Okay mom."
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Naomi wore a pink dress with white flowers at the bottom of her dress. The dress came down to her knees, showing her lightly tanned legs. Her hair was up in a ponytail showing off her glorious face.
Like every party she went, she was the center for attention. Every single guy of the village, no matter what age, was around her, asking her questions she really didn't want to answer. The only good thing that came out of the guys surrounding her was whatever she wanted, they would go get it.
Gaara was probably the only single guy not on her like white on rice, but he watched the whole scene from a wall near, yet far from where Naomi was. He could tell that Naomi was tired of being asked so many questions.
"Are you thinking of that Mist Village tramp?" came a familiar voice. Gaara turned his head to see his sister, Temari right next to him. "So, are you thing about her?"
"No."
"Then why are you looking at her like a child looks at chocolate cake?"
"Huh?"
"Why are you looking at her with great affection? Like she means something to you?"
Gaara didn't respond, he just looked at his sister with anger in his eyes. She knew what that meant, he was getting annoyed and if she didn't leave, he would kill her, right then and there.
Gaara, once again alone, was wondering why he was staring at her? "I need to get out of this place," Gaara told himself and started walking away.
He took one last look at Naomi before leaving the building.
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"Hey guys, I need some fresh air," Naomi said to the men surrounding her.
"We'll come with you, we-" one of them started but was cut of my Naomi.
"No, it's quite alright. I'll be fine, I'm just going to step outside for awhile and then I'll come back. Talk to you guys later." With that said, she started walking away hoping none of those guys followed her. She enjoyed men caring her stuff and doing what she asked, but they gave her way too much attention.
Hoping that no one was outside, she left through the back door. She made her way through the sandy ground. Damn, it's so hot here. How can anyone live in this humid place? Damn, I'm going to have so much sand in my shoes before the night is over. She thought to herself.
She didn't walk long when she saw someone sitting in the bench by the oasis. Without thinking she started walking towards the oasis.
"Hello, do you mind if I sit here?" she asked the person with a sweeter voice than normal. She then noticed it was the same boy she saw a few days back.
"Yes, I mind," he said; his reply was so harsh and cold. Naomi was surprised by his reply; she even got a little mad. What the hell is his problem?
"Why can't I sit by you?"
"Because I don't like you; besides, there are other places you can sit."
"Well, that's true, but why don't you like me?"
"I think you are a slut, a tramp that gets guys to do whatever you want them to do."
"You little bastard." Before she knew, Naomi's hand had flung at him and almost slapped him; her hand hit a sand barrier instead and it hurt her hand.
"Dammit, that fucken hurt."
"Then, I suggest not doing that again."
"Well duh, that almost hurt my hand you retard. What the hell was that?
"That's a shield of sand, my whole body is covered by sand, so your attacks won't hurt me; and next time you try to 'slap' me, I'll kill you."
"You'll kill me? I doubt it because; to me you are a weak, pathetic little boy who hides behind his little 'shield of sand'. You pick fights with tough people, but you never fight, you let your sand do all the fighting. So your sand gets stronger, but you don't," Naomi said with a harsh voice; she just couldn't believe she said all that to someone who threaten to kill her.
Gaara was surprised that someone so innocent just insulted him. Still with his angry stare, he said "you are not what you seem to be. I know your secret bitch, I would be careful around me if I were you."
Gaara started to walk away, and he didn't bother to look back when Naomi asked what the hell he was talking about.