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Hourglass
Prologue
I used to belong to the Hayatane clan. Really, I did. Lying about this wouldn't get me anywhere. My twin and I were borne to the Hayatane clan and emerged with the Hayatane Kekkai Genkai, ability to control wind and ice in unison. My surname was Hayatane until the day I left Konohagakure.
I fit right in in Mist Country… for a while. I was trained to Chuunin level there, manipulating my Kekkai Genkai and steadily getting stronger with my twin. Well, Kira told me she needed a change of climate… so, one day, we left. There was no remorse in leaving. We weren't close to anyone; well, except our teammate; but one person definitely couldn't stop us.
We traveled for days, caring only for each other and nothing else in the world, not thinking of the two homes we'd left behind, our past didn't… matter. We'd never been truly happy, but we figured that was natural. When we arrived in a queer, rather large village in the middle of a vast desert, we decided to stay. It was unusual, just the way we liked it. Maybe we'd still be much more different from the rest. Who knew?
My given name is Sora. It's the one thing I didn't change about myself when I left Konohagakure. Sora means sky, and Kira is used in reference to something that shines. Hayatane means… well, nothing. What's the point of a name if it doesn't mean anything?
We stayed a while in Sunagakure before we figured we liked it, we were going to stay. Might as well let people know where we're from. We stuck "Suna no" in front of our names. Rather nice-sounding, for both of us. Now I guess that's our surname… it means something.
Of course we were by ourselves. We were living in some empty house for like a week and then we struck out and trained, living on a figurative battlefield. Until… well, we got caught by some tough-looking girl maybe three years older than us, with dark blonde hair and a gigantic fan folded and tucked in a weapon holder around her back.
Well, we… didn't know who she was. Our first instinct was to attack. But right as we were coming in with our combination jutsu, Nami Kaze, she asked us if we'd come stay with her. That she was part of the Kazekage's family and they'd noticed us.
Who or what is Kazekage? we'd wondered. The girl had introduced herself as Temari and this guy wearing black and with purple face-paint had come up and introduced himself as Kankurou and Temari's brother. Siblings? Never seen an unlikelier pair.
Having the vague past my sister and I did, we didn't believe or trust them. And we launched our combination jutsu, but before it hits, a wave of sand encompassed them. We'd attempted to force our jutsus through the sand barrier – as it seemingly came out of nowhere, it shouldn't have been so strong – but the sand just caught our jutsu and then it caught us. When it cleared away some other person was standing in front of the other two.
…He, he was different. The most noble-looking person I'd seen, though he couldn't have been more than a year older than us. He was wearing somehow exotic-looking white robes, and a certain unexplainable sense of dignity stood about him. The sand had apparently come from the gourd he wore over his back. With dark scarlet hair and the character "Ai" etched upon his forehead, standing tall with his arms crossed, he gazed intently at us with those focused pale green eyes.
"I'm Sabaku no Gaara, the Kazekage of this country," he'd said in a calm, quiet, yet penetratingly clear voice.
And all of a sudden it seemed we knew exactly what that was. The noble leader of the Hidden Sand Village, of the Wind Country… Kazekage. Gaara of the Desert…
Wordlessly he turned and walked away. Temari and Kankurou motioned for us to follow them and walked away.
And despite ourselves we turned and walked after them.
