A/N: I am really bored. Chapters here may or may not come. This was done on my tablet on pure whim.
Sometimes things last forever.
Memories, perhaps?
I remember, then there's a 'quick, SNAP!' and it's all gone.
I was still in my prime, if I had to recall, but fairly successful in many things. Politics and Law Enforcement. Most things business.
My life exactly, I do not find interesting anymore. Because those strange second chances skewered any attempt of nostalgia. You wanted to learn, to soak it all up before you get pinched and have daydreams all day to make up for it. But no matter how hard you try, the dream machine appears to be broken.
Good bye, Viktoria.
Hello, Ai.
While it did seem rather concerning and liable to confuse myself with my new scenes and people, I adapted rather quickly and moved with the flow. The first baby memories were of sand, and the color red. I knew subconsciously that even though I had been given a new life, self resecting one year olds could at most speak a few words, tottle around, and announce to the world their very basic status.
I did exactly that, but just the fact that I was aware at that time should have been impossible for the human brain during that age.
I secretly hoped that I made a cute baby. I was quite vain, though didn't exactly fit into a stereotype. As amazing as it was, yes, there are normal and decent females out there. Not all are fangirls with make up and dieting issues. Nor are all tomboys.
At this age, I couldn't really care less, but the older me who had recently died noted my reddish hair and pale green eyes. Surprisingly, my skin was rather pale. Especially considering that I lived in a very large and very hot desert. I expected some tan, but that never came. What was the big shocker was when I realized my identity was not solely Ai of the Sands. I had once been a boy named Gaara. The only difference was probably our gender and the fact my mental strength was that of some at least twenty or so years older. So I had my sanity still intact.
The Sand Spirit, Shukaku, was sealed inside me. The Jinchurikis usually had dark bags under their eyes for the fact that the One Tailed Demon did NOT sleep. Thus the container could not sleep. I didn't mind at all, life was quite boring anyways so making out little shapes in the sand was now my definition of fun. What a boring person, me.
I could bend sand to my will ever since I could remember (in this life), so that made my games slightly more interesting. My sand was the sand on me at all times. It lived in my big pocket placed in the front of my robes, hidden by my big white scarf. Nobody really suspected a thing and nobody really cared. I could tell my bodyguards were wary of the demon baby who killed her own mother, but eventually jumped to more thought out conclusions than the rumors rather gossipy people started. I wasn't exactly the most talkative or entertaining client to protect/babysit/make sure don't become a mass murderer under their very own noses.
Sometimes I performed little shows with my sand to entertain them. This certainly was not a job for only one person, but by the time I was two, three of them had mortally perished on very unlucky missions. So only one was left. His name was Yashamaru. Okay, yes, due to foreknowledge of my previous life, I knew that he had to try and assassinate the other me, the Gaara boy. But for a good reason. My father, the yondaime Kazekage, had ordered him to do so. While that not a very good parent role model personality, I suppose I could sympathize. He wanted a weapon for his village and was clearly stressed out between his village's suffering economy and abonding his wife's wish to love and care for her child. Though, he sure had/will have a weird way of training his weapon.
Assassins. Very classy.
But that had better be put away for another time. I still had four more years until his first assassination attempt, and maybe another three or four or five years until Yashamaru was ordered to kill me.
But that plan could be foiled. All plans can be foiled.
Prove that I didn't need 'extra lessons' because I was strong enough all ready.
I'd prefer it that way, too. Maybe I was barely surviving in such good nature that death would make me snap into a mindless killing machine. Hmm...I had been hearing a few whispers in my mind that sounded like it could belong to a broken record from Tokyo Ghoul.
I wasn't feeling very hungry for a few days until the whispering finally temporarily receded. Ah. Good grief.
It was some time in April when I realized that I had eyebrows. Gaara hadn't had any, though there was the suspicion of that they were burned off when Gaara branded himself with the character for love. Ai... My name...
Well, then again, girl-Gaara wasn't very fitting, nor were two characters only on my head.
I had siblings, Temari and Kankuro. When was I to meet them, I mused. I lived in my uncle's house, and hadn't really had a chance for a meet and greet. I remembered from Before that Temari had blonde hair and very green eyes, Kankuro had brown hair and blackish eyes. Now, now, that was very different. Siblings were supposed to be alike. Karura, my dearest late mother, was a redhead with brown eyes. Like Uzumaki red. Was she one of the last of her clan, too? Maybe I had more in common with Naruto than just a Tailed Beast. The yondaime, Rasa, had auburn hair and dark eyes. Made you wonder where the daughters of the family inherited their genes from.
Temari could have been the by-product of Namikaze Minato and some green eyed folk. Then again, I didn't know a thing about my grandparents.
As was the dangerous profession of ninja.
I wanted in.
I mean, the other guy barely trained at all and he was considered a dangerous monster at seven, A-ranked at thirteen, and Kazekage at fifteen. How far could I go with training and my wisdom? Plus, my life right now was really boring so I was pretty much grasping at straws here.
Sand came in many forms. There was a metallic like sand, similar to my father's gold dust, or the sandaime Kazekage's in iron dust. Wait... Oh, so I DO know my grandfather, but not my grandmother. I wonder how she died. There was mud, but waterlogged sand really slowed down and hindered movement. Finally, the hardest of them all (probably) had to be glass. There's a chemical reaction when the sand is fired, so that was out of my control. But then again, I wanted to experiment anyway because of my Avatar the Last Airbender inspiration when an earthbender found earth compounds in metal and discovered metalbending. I was basically a sandbender who wanted to find out if there actually were sand components still in glass. Because I knew nothing about glass. Really, I didn't.