Hello everyone! I hope at least some of you guys still read these, but I'm going to try and be as quick as possible here.
Disclaimer: I do not in fact own Naruto, I do own the plot, and all the OCs you will stumble upon while reading this (I am not going to repeat this, since I think once is quite enough)
I haven't written in a while, and I am a bit nervous about writing again, but I've been itching to post something new, and my ideas are overflowing. This story, yes it is going to be a story, is going to be a pretty slow build, and the rating will probably go up.
So, about the story. It's a GaaraxOC, a bit AUish I suppose, I will try and follow the manga and anime as much as possible. The timeline starts shortly after Gaara is appointed as Kazekage, considering that we have a bit of a blank in there, I took advantage, hehehe~
I will try and put my thoughts as much as possible into the story, but If you see something that makes you WTF and you think is illogical, please point it out, and I will try to fix it or explain it.
As you all know, every writer on fanfiction loves reviews, so I would love to get some input, critics etc, it makes me update faster, and if you stick to this story, you will see that I update very, very, veeeery slowly. Also, this story is a bit of a slow build, and the romance isn't going to be there for a while. I just don't see Gaara as a person who falls for others too easily, I consider him to be a pretty inexperienced, awkward, post-assassin-mode teenager..
So without further ado I present to you:
The prologue
One of the first memories I have is of a shinobi. Interesting, isn't it? I live in a world where my people do not appreciate the person who saved me. In the end I don't really know. Are shinobi bad like we believe them to be? Are they emotionless killers? Or are they saviors? Those who fight for the weak. I don't really know. I prefer to experience first, and then decide. So back to that first memory of mine, it goes way back. I remember the warmth of the dry wind on my skin and the sand crunching between my teeth as the woman carrying me flew across the desert. She ran as fast as she could I suppose, to me back then, it was like a ride on a magic carpet. I remember her smile. That beautiful reassuring smile and the words she kept repeating.
"You're okay."
"You're going to be fine."
"You're okay."
"They are impossible to control."
"Kazekage-sama, please understand, this isn't a one-time thing, we have had problems with them in the past."
"Those thieves should be dealt with. They are nothing but refugees and beggars."
Gaara stared around the room in silence. The council wasn't too happy about the recent events. He had never known that they had that much of a problem with the nomads. He had always thought of them as people who simply don't fit in and roam. He had never thought they were thieves and murderers. He was misinformed.
"We need to make a move, Kazekage-sama."
"There have been too many requests and complaints to ignore!"
"Very well", Gaara finally spoke silencing the room," We will send a team. We can't have a war with our own people."
"Kazekage-sama, we do not have the authority. They aren't shinobi. The Wind Daimyou has jurisdiction there." The old man to Gaara's left spoke.
The Kazekage regarded the council members in silence. "I have left the matter alone for quite a while. As we are one of the damaged cities, we are enabled to take necessary measures to protect ourselves. I will select a team by tonight." Gaara's monotone signaled the end of the discussion. He stood up gracefully, locking eyes with his brother across the room.
"This meeting is dismissed." The older brother officially finished and left after the redhead.
"Gaara." Kankuro spoke up after they had walked for a while.
The redhead didn't show any sign of hearing him, just kept walking down the dimly lit corridor. Kankuro sped up and caught up to his younger brother. Their nin-shoes clanked down the corridor clearly. Gaara led them up the stairs and towards his office.
"Oi, Gaara." The puppet master finally got a small nod showing that Gaara was, in fact, listening.
"Who are you sending?" Kankuro asked, closing the door of Gaara's office behind them. The young Kazekage made his way to his desk. He sat behind it and glared half-heartedly at the offending papers on it. Then, his green eyes met his brothers. The intensity of his stare gave Kankuro the shivers. For a moment everything was silent. The sand storm outside raged against the round windows of the Kazekage's office. The angry pounding of sand grains against the glass was the only sound while the brothers locked gazes. Then, Gaara spoke.
"Me."