I CANT CONTINUE THIS STORY, IF ANYONE WANTS TO ADOPT IT PLEASE CONTACT ME, I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT I HAD PLANNED FOR IT, ALTHOUGH YOU CAN PROBABLY DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.

First let me say that this is AU, kind of weird, and not in our universe either.

This is my first published fanfic so please be patient.

I know this will probably end up as a Mary-sue (sp?) and I am sorry in advance, when I get better I will start on to yaoi with better characters.

Ok, onto the story

Chapter One: Meeting

I stared into the mirror through the black and purple bangs, which hung over my face. I remember in my childhood when I was told that by one of my handlers (I have long forgotten the endless list of their names) that I must always hide my eyes, for if they were seen I would only cause terror, and that I must never approach another without my parent's permission and presence, for the same reason. Of course, they were right. Maybe I should introduce myself, I am Hikaru, my friends would refer to me as Roo if I had any, but alas no, I don't. Before I go on let me assure you that though I may sound bitter and depressed at times I hold no intention of giving in to my situation. Emo has never been my way as I always chose either optimism or stubbornness over defeat. About my eyes, their crystal purple shade tends to cause hilarious reactions amongst people.

I continue to dress myself in the silver dress my parents ordered me to wear to this "meeting". I felt rage sweep over me as my eyes darkened and the precipitation on the mirror from my earlier shower began vibrating until the mirror shattered. Damn, 3rd one this week. I deemed myself under control and quickly left my quarters. The guards on my room stood with their usual rigid contempt as I passed. Maybe I should explain. My "parents" adopted me when I was an infant for they ruled the small country of moon river and had no children. I adhere to most of their rules, attending frivolous events and holding to my seclusion mostly, but now they have gone too far. How cliché.

I enter a large meeting room which holds my "mother" Korin and three strangers. I identified the youngest of the three as Gaara from his description. His red hair covered his forehead, half hiding what looked like a tattoo of the kanji for love. Why was I required here with these strangers from another country you ask? Because my parents intent to marry me off to this man. They would sell me like a dog for a peace treaty with said red-head's father, the ruler of the country of wind, how infuriating. Quickly as I sat down the others left myself and Gaara alone in the room. Fine by me. I studied him further. The black rings around his eyes reminded me of a panda, must have insomnia. I wondered why he had a large gourd strapped to his back but, well, not exactly my business is it?

"I just have to ask, are you at all happy to be in arranged marriage because I plan on fighting it as much as physically possible."

He seemed surprised that I was talking finally. Then his face went back to being completely blank. "At least we are in agreement on that matter." he replied calmly. A feeling of relief washed over me but I was careful to keep my face as blank as always, as blank as his.

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