We can all wish, but once again like all of us, I don't own Naruto.

Izumi Kimura awoke early one morning to the sound of the fire alarm buzzing from downstairs and the smell of burnt toast filling the air. She shook her head, knowing that this was the result of her father trying to cook. The sun shined through her thin burgundy curtains right into her eyes. The wind blew the sand around the city and against her window. It was to be just another typical day in Sunagakure.

Izumi First Person POV

I got up and get dressed, putting on my casual black top that stopped right below my chest and black baggy Capri's. The clock read 6:30am so I still had about 15 more minutes. I grabbed her leather gloves, which reached the middle of my forearm, grabbed my tote for school, and hurried down the stairs. The kitchen still smelled of smoke and right below the toaster there was a dark burn mark.

"Wow, dad. Only you could make this much of a disaster out of making toast," I shook her head in amazement.

"It's not my fault that I don't know how to cook," he defended himself, but then chuckled which deleted the purpose. "Anyways, I'll be able to drive you home today from school." I cocked an eyebrow.

"Really? Why?" I asked curiously.

"Well, my work is taking me there. Lord Kazekage has decided to attend your school. And I hope you don't get too mad at me for this, but…" Kane –my father – trailed off.

"Oh my, what did you do now?" almost afraid of what he would say, I wished he would just spit it out.

"Well, I had mentioned to Lord Gaara that you were his age and, since you go to school there, that you could be his guide, show him around and stuff." Her jaw clenched and her face turned red. Yes, she had heard that Gaara was a good guy and that he wasn't all that bad but to her he seemed stuck up, self absorbed, and stubborn. "Now I know you're not too happy about this," Kade began, "but he is my boss and the Kazekage. You have to show him respect and try to be nice. I know you think he's a horrible guy but he saved the village and once you get to know him he is a very nice young man."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't judge a book by its cover," I nagged, and looked at the time. I was running late so I hurried and put on my shoes and laces the black ribbon up to my knee. "See ya," I called, running out the door.

All the way to school the wind hit my face with a significant force and blew my hair around her head. Finally when I got to school, I was greeted by my hyper-active best friend, Mikazuki.

"Guess what!!" she exclaimed.

"Um…Tami became nice and is going around giving everyone hugs and kisses!" I said sarcastically.

"HA! When pigs fly, even though we all wish that would happen. No, but anyways, the Kazekage is coming to our school! He'll be attending here," she squealed excitingly.

"Oh. Yeah, I know. My dad works for him, remember. And also, I have to be his guide," I rolled her eyes and looked tortured. Mika's mouth dropped open.

"No. Way. You lucky dog you!"

"Oh yeah, so very, very lucky," I rolled my eyes and walked to my homeroom class. Mika was quick to follow along. Throughout that period, everyone would not shut up about "how the great Kazekage would be at our school." I was sick of it by then and just wanted the day to be over with so she could go home.

Once second period started, the excitement everyone was feeling was intoxicating to be around. Right as the teacher was about to speak, he paused and looked straight at Mika and I. "You both are needed in the office," he stated, and went on to start the lesson.

We looked at each other and hurried out the door and down the hall to the office. When we walked into the small, pale blue room the secretary was usually located in, we were alone. Voices were heard from the principal's office, so we decided to wait there for now. The secretary must of heard because she hurried out to greet us after a moment.

"Just go on in girls," she said with a smile. I knew what was coming, although I wished I was clueless. We both walked into the larger room and looked around at the people who were there.

The principal stood in front of his desk, next to him stood Kankuro, which was Lord Gaara's brother. Gaara stood next to him and closest to me was my dad. He looked at me and gave me a warm smile.

"Hello, Izumi. I'm guessing you know what this is about," he assumed.

I gave him a slight nod, "yes, Sir." The principle then turned towards us.

"Izumi, you'll have the privilege of showing the Kazekage around the school. Once you have shown him around the school, you may go back to class. Mika, you will be showing Kankuro around the school. You too, may go back to class once you finish up." We both gave him a slight nod, and then he dismissed us. As they finished up their small meeting, we waited back in the small secretary's room.

Mika then turned to me and asked, "Are you going to get all mad and flamey today?" That's what she calls it when Naimenteki Enkou gets a little too heated.

"I dunno. Probably. You know how, I feel about," I lowered my voice to a whisper, "him."

She rolled her eyes at me. "You don't even know the guy. Just give him a chance. Okay?"

"Maybe," I distantly agreed.

"Izumi…" she said in a cross voice.

"Okay, okay. I'll give the dude a freakin' chance. You happy?" I gave in.

"Yes, actually, I am," she said in a cheery voice, then backed off of the subject. Not long after, Kankuro, Gaara, and Kane walked out of the office.

My dad looked at me, and looked me straight in the eye. I knew that was his way of telling me to behave without actually saying it out loud. "Well, Izumi, I'll see you after school," he told me.

"Yep, see ya," I said casually. I noticed that he rolled his eyes slightly, and then he left. I figured we'd better just get this over with, so I stood up and looked at Gaara. "Follow me," I said as politely as I could manage. I opened the door, and walked out of the room. I saw a strange look on his face as he looked at Kankuro as I had walked out. Man, oh man, he was probably going to be in shock for the rest of the day.

Gaara walked out of room, followed by Kankuro and Mika. "Well, see you in class," Mika smiled as she and Kankuro walked off in the other direction. I gave her a slight smile back and started to walk as Gaara followed.

We got to a door, and me, being the polite little girl that I am, held the door open for Gaara. "Thank you," he said in a deep voice. I was a bit taken back by that as I walked in myself. I hadn't known his voice was that deep.

"Yep," I said quietly as I walked in behind him. "Uh, this is the gym. We usually do training in here. Or, for an assembly or something," I explained. Gaara, surprisingly, look very intrigued by what I was telling you. Guess he doesn't get out of the office much. I hesitated for a moment then walked out of the gym, holding the door open as he walked out.

We continued down the hall, me pointing out which door was which and him looking like he was having the best time of his life. Somehow, and for some weird reason, I was glad he was enjoying this. Maybe he wasn't all that bad of a guy…

"I'm surprised you Kane's daughter," Gaara said suddenly. I pulled my eyebrows together, not knowing where he was going with this. "You look nothing like him, and truth is your personality is nothing like his either." My face twisted in confusion. My dad was nice, calm, intelligent, giving, and much more. I began to feel my chest burn and I looked him dead in the eye.

"I know my father's personality. So, I know what I am not from what you just said. But, what am I then?" I questioned him in a rough voice. He did not back down, not that I wanted him to. I wanted to see just how far I could push him until he couldn't take it anymore.

"What I mean," he began, with an uninterested tone, "is that you seem angry, on edge. He's much calmer. And, you act like you could cause a lot of damage, but I bet you couldn't even hurt a fly."

My hands got hot, and I began shaking just a little. "You don't know me. You have no idea what I can do. And I wouldn't be talking. You think you can fight? Ha! The sand that your chakra flows through protects you. It does all your fighting and if you didn't have it, you'd have no idea how to fight. Just face it, I could win over a fight with you any day," I looked right into his eyes while I was saying that. I refused to back down. Nobody calls me weak.

Unfortunately, he seemed untouched by my insult and went right on talking. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're all talk and no action. I'd like to see just what you say you can do." I had no idea what he was doing, but he walked down the hall and to the front doors. Because it's just the kind of person I am, I followed him. Once we were outside, I looked him straight in the eye.

"How the hell do you have ANY right to talk about me? You don't know me." Gaara paid no attention, he continued looking out into the distance. I deicided not to continue arguing. Kane could get in trouble if I did. "I'm guessing you can find your way around tomorrow. All the girls will gladly help you." I pushed the door aside and walked in. No one was in the halls, but it sounded as if I had just missed the bell.

I took a seat on the bench right near the secretary's door. Even though there were voices that could be heard from inside, it was really quiet and peaceful. I laid my head back and, of course not intentionally, listened to what was being said inside the office.

"Is it really safe to have him at the school??" the principle whispered

"I assure you, the rumors you hear aren't half true. He is a good person, and as you know, the One-Tail was extracted from him," Kane whispered back harshly.

"I am not saying I don't trust him, I was just making sure. I just wanted to make sure the students were safe."

"Yeah, yeah," Kane replied. "I'll be outside if you need me." He walked out and shut the door. He took a couple steps before he noticed someone sitting on the bench and spun around. "Izumi," he sighed "what are you doing?"

I lifted my head and opened my eyes to see him staring at me. There was silence for a moment untill I shrugged. "He made me mad, insulted me, so I left him," I looked away, not able to meet my father's disappointed eyes. "He's outside. He can take care of himself and plus, the other girls at school will be over joyed to show him around." I heard him sigh and walk off to the front doors. Although I felt bad that he was disappointed in me, Gaara had no right to put me down like that. Certainly not when I had known him for about 15 minutes. Could there be a reason why he acted so outrageous? Or was that just the way he acted all the time? Going around, saying what he wanted just because he was the Kazekage. I knew he was self centered. But of course, because I was a nobody, I'd have to suck it up and act all polite to the guy.

Just as I was about to go into deeper thought, I heard a door shut, Mika and Kankuro walking out of it, smiling and having what seemed to be a pleasant time. Mika looked at me and her smile faded just a little, she knew I had gotten pissed. I hated that I was ruining her fun, she seemed to be having a nice time, and I hated that I always got so mad. She told Kankuro it was nice meeting him and hoped to see him again, and walked off towards me.

"What happened?" she whispered, clearly mad that Gaara or someone had upset me.

I shrugged, "Nothing, I don't feel like talking about it. Plus, it's not a big deal anyways."

She looked mad that I wouldn't tell her but she let it go, knowing that once I cooled off a little I would tell her. We got up and walked outside, intent on skipping the rest of the day, seeing we had missed about 2 or 3 classes already. Once outside, the sun was hot and at the highest point in the sky. We made our way to the car only to be stopped by my dad.

"Where exactly are you going?" he asked sternly.

"We already have missed out on 3 classes, we're going home."

Although he looked mad, he let us pass. We ran home quickly, the wind blowing sand in our faces. Once back at the house, we made ourselves a snack and just talked. I did not speak of the incounter I had with Gaara, nor did I want to. A weird feeling washed over me. It seemed now that I was not angry at Gaara, and I did not feel the need to fight him to show my abilities. No, I wanted to show he can't judge a book by it's cover because it's what's on the pages that really counts.