***DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR GAARA AND THE SETTING THIS IS AN OC STORY AND I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND NAGASAKI AMAYA***
It was a windy day in Sunagakure, sand whipped through the air and blinded those without the protective cloths the cover their eyes. I wandered the streets alone without a destination. I had no friends, few people knew my name, Nagasaki Amaya. I was alone in the world, my father was absent from my life since I was four, and my mother stayed in her room and only left to eat. You would think that after twelve years she would get over my father's disappearance, yet she claimed he would return to her. The few coins I had earned after a hard days work clanked in my pocket, the harsh sound was blocked out by a certain hard burst of wind. I staggered to the side and slumped against the hard adobe walls. My dirty blond hair was flying in front of my covered hazel eyes, I was having enough trouble seeing despite my hair getting in the way. I stumbled a few steps forward until I crashed to the ground under the weight of the wind. I struggled, trying to stand again, but was forced down each time. The wind tore at my clothing and ripped a hole through the back. The sand sliced across me back and scream tore through my throat as consciousness slipped through my fingers.
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It was calm when I awoke, but I didn't wake in the streets of my city but in a white room. It was most obviously the hospital, shit hospital bills were expensive, I need to leave. I shifted slightly and turned over only to find myself face to face with a sleeping boy in a chair, he was my age and wore the robes of the Kazekage, double shit. His auburn hair stuck up in all different directions and his thick black eyes were closed hiding the striking blue irises. The kanji stood out on his forehead, well this was definitely the Kazekage. I slowly rose from the bed trying to get away from the man who haunted many of my people's nightmares. Slowly, I stepped toward the door, towards my freedom. The door squeaked as I opened it, a fraction of an inch was open until a hand shot out from behind me and closed it. Not good.
"I'm Gaara, I saved from the sandstorm yesterday." His emotionless voice spoke out.
"Thank you Lord Kazekage." I tried to keep my answer as short as possible.
"Please sit back on the bed, you suffered some pretty bad sad burn and you look as if you haven't eaten for days." There was no concern in his voice but I felt as if he actually was worried about me. I couldn't very well disobey a direct order from the leader of my village and slipped past him and climbed atop the bed.
"Good, now I was wondering if we could talk."