I observed the setting around me as I ran through the streets of Suna. I thought I heard the other children playing. I dont know why I ran towards them. I knew they wouldn't let me play. When i left Konoha the 3rd had told the 4th Kazekage about me, the Kazekage had told the villagers for some reason that I don't know and therefore the villagers hated and feared me. Grandma Chiyo took me in and raised me. i will be forever thankful to her. I ran faster as the voices grew louder. Man if i could mold chakra I'd be there already... I turned the corner hearing the joy filled voices and laughter of the children. I tripped and fell just as I was about to say something to the kids. The laughter and smiles had stopped as I stood up. I thought it was because of me, but they hadn't noticed me just yet, for they had lost their ball on the roof on a nearby building. Desperate to get their attention I ran over to the wall and began to climb it.

"Hey! What do you think your doing?" one of the kids shouted at me. I brushed off the harsh tone and replied in a nice voice.

"I'm getting your ball for you!" I shouted back, now halfway up the wall.

"We didn't ask you to get it, Monster-girl!" another kid screamed at me. I could feel their glares burning into my back as I went to grab the ball. Just as the ball was within my reach I saw a young red headed boy sitting up there. Upon seeing him I lost my grip on the edge of the building and slipped, making a loud crashing noise as my body hit the sandy street. The kids around me began pointing and laughing like that was the funniest thing they had ever seen. I sat up and rubbed the back of my head glaring at the kids around me. Soon their laughs stopped as they heard a shy voice coming from behind them.

"Um, here's your ball." I turned around to see the red headed boy who was sitting on the rooftop. Gaara. The kids around me froze in fear.

"Are you ok?" he asked me.

"Yeah, thanks..." I said shyly, a light blush forming upon my face.

"It's Gaara-sama." One of the kids stated. Gaara-sama, the sands weapon. He had a demon inside him, like myself. The kids feared him more than they feared me because of his uncontrollable feelings. He could snap and kill someone at any moment, and he has before. I didn't fear him, more like had a small crush on him. I had tried to talk to him before. TRIED. And failed. I was only shy around him, not my loud always hyper and determined self. As the children around me tried to run I stayed put observing him carefully.

"No! Wait, please!" Gaara shouted after them. As if acting on its own, the sand that had mysteriously protected him grabbed the children around me. I stood up slowly careful not to startle him and walked towards him.

"Gaara-sama, can you stop it?" he slowly shook his head no. The sand continued as his misrable eyes met my lonely ones. He looked shocked to see that I didnt fear him but gazed back into my eyes. I heard the screams of the children who hated and feared us fill the streets. Blood was splattered everywhere, I didnt care, and he didnt seem to either. Time had stopped for us as I realized that he didnt fear me and vise versa.

"Gaara-sama! Please stop!" Gaara turned to see who it was when he realized that I hadnt said a thing. I turned as well to see Gaara's uncle, Yashamaru protecting a young girl from the sand.

"Yashamaru?" as Gaara asked that the sand dropped and blood oozed from Yashamaru's forehead. I tried to hide the weird look I was giving Yashamaru and cover it up with a surprised one. Something about Yashamaru gives me this weird feeling... [1] Yashamaru ignored the wound and stood up. Gaara looked into Yashamaru's eyes and began walking in the other direction, hanging his head. Without a second thought, when Yashamaru was helping the children I began to follow Gaara as he walked through Suna. I trailed behind him hiding myself when anyone walked by. I saw Gaara exchange a short glance with his father, the 4th Kazekage. As Gaara walked away from him I began to get out of my hiding spot and continue follwing him until I felt the presence of someone behind me.

[1] not like that you perverts ;D