Hues of Emerald
By: Gisele Monroe
GaaRei. A new pair. I couldn't think of a pairing with Gaara so I made one up. The setting is the hidden village of sand, and the time is, Gaara's return from Konoha after is incomplete chunin exam and encounter with Naruto.
Pairings: Gaara X Reina
Warnings: a few portions including fewer clothes, nothing explicit though [eeennpp! X].
Author's notes: This story is written from Reina's point of view. So a few descriptions of my characters.
Reina: -black, long, curly hair
-large chocolate brown eyes
_dimpled smile
Arazuma and Micazeh – her team mates
Aakura Sensei- her sensei[a jounin]
Inoto- the uncle she lives with [ her mother is dead and father is AWOL]
CHAPTER 1: Knock! Knock!
My life was going on as boring and mundane as ever. I woke up early, as always and followed my daily routine of walking into the remnants of woods that added to the hidden village of sand. As i walked through the streets, I observed, as usual a few people had woken up early and started up with their chores. I saw a few senseis to whom I bowed silently in greeting. The town all in all was still dark except for the dim flicker of lamps, but every drop of water that wet our throats had to be earned through sweat here, that had engraved a quality of unswayable determination and hard work in our blood, so there was a lot of clatter here and there. It was something we were born with, or most of us who didn't have a golden spoon to feed them were.
I walked through the scarcely foliaged land, and headed towards the sound of chirping birds.
My escape!
The air around me changed, becoming cooler and carrying the smell of young grass and wet mud and sand, from the stagnant pool that stood there in the form of a fairly well deep pond. I breathed it in, relishing in it. I slipped through the inclined ground to the edge of the pond that had now become my privatised pool by a long short. I put up illusionary jutsus and a few chakra tied traps for my onlookers of intruders. None such incident had taken place, but better safe than sorry.
Even though I came here every day, i never tired of this. Each day felt like a new season of spring. After which came the gloriously harsh summer every day, came my snarky subconscious' remark. I shoved her away and cleared up my mind. Just because she is always running after realism doesn't mean I'm going to let her shatter my fairy tale.
The day I has stumbled upon this paradise had been both a very fortunate as well as a very unfortunate one. I had been running laps around as Aakura sensei had said to do whenever I had temper problems. He said I lack patience. Well, try and live in the world with as much discrimination as I do and you'll get you patience worn thin too. It had been a while since I was running; my mind a jumble of thoughts and the next think I know I'm lost. It had been when I was too young. I was scared out of my wits and wailing for help. I hadn't even graduated then. Parched and hungry after running and the after effects of my screaming setting in, I became really tired as I crawled through the area. I really thought that was it. I was on the verge of giving up, when I found wet ground. Blinded with thirst and panic, in haste to get to whatever sanctuary I had found I had stumbled straight into the pond and the next thing I know I was thrashing in the water screaming for help. I remember my arms giving out after a while and everything turning into blackness. Next I had opened my eyes at the hospitals with a few jouins and my uncle Inoto by my side.
Well, that was that. But despite my fear for water i had found myself going there just for the peace and calm at first and then I thought of learning to swim.
Micazeh, my teammate, taught me to swim. Well not literally give me lessons but he told me the technicalities. The rest was surprisingly easy. I got over my fear of drowning as i could float just my concentrating a little bit of chakra on my feet and hands.
I sighed heavily as i went through my memory pages. Eerily, i was suddenly feeling very nostalgic.
Smiling to myself at my stupidity, I started up with my usual training. I ran a few laps around the slippery slick area that need my frequent concentration to keep me from falling, then tried climbing trees with my muddy slippery feet, that earned my clothes another layer of mud.
When finally drained, muddy and sweaty after a heavy workout, totally satisfied with my aching muscles, i headed to the small fenced area that I had set up as a loo. I striped and put on my camisole, thrashed my mud caked dress on the barks and branches to clean them, and headed into the cool sanctuary of the pond. I stepped into the chilled water as I shivered slightly. Smiling to myself i submerged completely and then came up for air after a while, relishing the feel of cold water on my adrenaline rushed heated skull.
Ahh...biss! I could stay here all day.
I realized that the sky was lightening up a bit as my blissful hours ticked by. Realizing that the sun was about to appear soon, reluctantly i stepped out of the water, tied my wet hair into an unruly bun.
I began cleaning my muddy feet in the water for one last time; as I felt the defenses around me fall.
Someone had walked through my illusion! I darted toward the bush to avoid being attacked. My heart was pounding slightly and i was having a odd feeling of déjà vu except last time i was praying for somebody to be here, and now i was wishing that whoever had come would not enter this area.
I flexed my shiruken in my hand, bath and bliss long forgotten as adrenaline coursed through my veins again. I heard crunching of leaves.
O shit! I can't believe my intruder had passed my traps! My subconscious had deserted me entirely. It was these times when i hated my subconscious to my limit. It was times like this, i could use some snarkiness, and it were times like this that she just poofed! away.
As i laid low i saw a red head emerging with his back to me, but the gourd on his back was unmistakably familiar. I felt all the blood drain from my face as realization dawned and without meaning to, my shiruken flew out of my hand out of reflex. Aakura sensei had once told me during a lesson that offending in a wrong way is more dangerous that having no offense at all. As my shiruken hit the wall of sand and my intruder turned to me , with his emerald orbs at me, I finally understood that lesson, but considering from the snaky sand that was advancing towards me, it was already too late.
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um-guys-all my wonderful ink-wielders, this is my first story-its kind a drony-but...i don't know what to say-could you please review anything...honest and something critical that will help me improve-anything guys
anyway lots of love and keep fighting