Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
oh and on another note, I know nothing about construction or building houses, so I made most of that stuff up. Don't get upset when Gaara is doing spectacular things on his own. It's just me and the story. The beginnings is setting the stage so its a little boring, but it get better towards the end :)
Whenever he hears their laughter he feels as if someone is pouring steaming acid into his ears. His nose wrinkles in disgust. They epitomize everything he hates in this world.
The screen door squeaks and the three girls emerge to strut across the deck like it is their private catwalk. Today the sun is their loyal photographer.
Oh, how he despises them.
He keeps his hands busy sanding wood while he watches them discreetly out of the corners of his eyes.
First comes the blond, her shimmering yellow hair is pulled back tightly with several strands free to frame her narrow face. She is naked. He doesn't even recognize the skimpy bikini bottom as clothing. It covers nothing. He watches the supple cheeks of her butt flex as she steps over the toolbox he's left on the deck. Her breasts are barely covered by those tiny orange triangles tied to her chest with those shoelace strings. He wonders what makes her so proud of them. She keeps her arms up and shoulders back so there is nothing to take the attention away from her sirens.
He suspects that she does this on purpose. She's on the arm of a different boy each week. He's more then once caught her sitting in the back of the class with her hand tucked into some boy's pants. No one can resist her. She knows all of their weaknesses. But there is really nothing else that sets her apart from the other girls but her willingness no- eagerness to sacrifice herself on the alter of adolescent lust.
Even now he can feel the enchantress looking at him the way he is looking at her. He knows that she would like nothing better than to tease him and taunt him until he is hopelessly wrapped around her manicured finger.
But Gaara Sabaku is nobody's plaything.
The next girl's name is Money. Her face is forgettable and her personality is weak, but her wealth is enormous. And yet, if she didn't have those Hyuuga eyes you would never know she is one of them. While she comes from a long line of elitists and bigots she remains malleable and submissive. She is unable to form coherent sentences. It is no secret that she brings shame to her father.
It's hot enough to fry and egg on the sidewalk but she wears long pants and a jacket. He watches the way her white wrists and whiter ankles peek out from the fabric of her sun-bleached clothing. He wonders if she covers up because she is afraid of burning, or if it is just that she hates herself.
She takes once glance at him and quickly turns away. The light shines down on her dark head and grants her a purple halo. If she is an angel she is a pitiful one.
Gaara Sabaku is not going to heaven.
And last and least is her, the worst of them yet. Today it is blue, true cornflower blue.
What separates her from the other girls is that she's not wearing shoes. She walks at the same leisurely pace as when she walks through the hallways at school. She's never in a rush, and she never has to hurry because time will stop for her. He wishes that today would be the day she gets a splinter, but he knows that day will never come. There is nothing in this universe that would ever dare to upset her. She is untouchable. She is loved by all.
Teachers can never seem to get over how smart she is. Girls want to be her girlfriend. Boys want to be her boyfriend. Everyone wants to please her. This is the way she believes it should be.
Her pink hair is swept away from her oh-so-pretty face and held back with a clean white bow. With his eyes he traces the length of her swan like neck from the back of her ear to the soft swell of her breasts. He imagines that her creamy skin is cool to the touch, as the girl never seems to sweat.
And then there is that dress, everyday it's another dress and today the dress is blue. The fabric hangs loosely on her frame and outlines the slightness of her waist and the solid curves of her hips. On the rare moments when a breeze whispers through stifling summer heat, the dress, as if being tugged by the hand of god, flutters and floats away from her to reveal those sensuous bare thighs.
She is the princess. The good with smother the bad. The beauty will squash all that is unsightly. The pristine will sweep dirt under the rug. Perfection shall reign. She doesn't even look his way.
Gaara Sabaku is her worst nightmare.
He fights. He lies. He cheats. He steals. He breaks rules. He disrespects authority. He just doesn't care.
He is a miscreant, a deviant, a lawbreaking, troublemaking criminal. He is the dragon.
He toils day after day to repay the godmother whose car he stole and crashed. It couldn't have been helped; his own car was in the shop. So now he saws wood, he digs holes, he hammers nails, he sands rough edges. Salty sweat drips down the lean muscles stretched across his bitter bones.
He turns away from the girls to look down at the blue prints. He squints to better see the little white letters and rubs his forehead with the back of his hand. He never imagined that his hands are good for something other then fighting. He feels a different sense of achievement then the one he feels when he stands over the opponent he has beaten to a bloody pulp.
He doesn't get pleasure from causing others pain. He couldn't care less if his opponent is hurting or not. The only way he knows how to ascertain his existence in the world is through thrown punches and won fights. He only feels guilt, remorse and shame when he loses, and it isn't often that he loses. There are very few things that he loves more than fighting.
He secretly likes falling asleep listening to Schubert and breaking fortune cookies and the feeling of sand in between his toes. He wants to believe in ghosts and aliens and that fireflies wink undecipherable messages to him at dusk. He doesn't mind the smell of saw dust or the sound of the power drill or the feel of dirt under his fingernails.
He raises his arms up to carry the wooden beams across his construction sight and his khaki shorts fall from his narrow hips and gives the girls a view of the curvature of his spine and the indent of where the muscles his torso meets his muscles of his pelvis.
The blond has taken her top off and now lies face down on a towel in the sun.
He can't understand why people bake themselves in the sun to change the color of their skin, or why she puts on the bathing suit if she has not intention of swimming. His sister wakes up each morning to swim laps in their pool. She says that lying in the sun ensures you will be a raisin by age forty. His sister is always saying such strange things.
The dark haired girl sits quietly under the big umbrella. She hugs her legs to her chest and rests her chin on her knees. He thinks that there must wires crossed in this girl's brain. Can't she feel how hot it is outside? Everyday he waits for her to finally shed the jacket and dive into the pool, but she never does.
She sits at the pools edge and kicks her legs playfully in the water. He doesn't know how she can sit under the sun for so long with out her skin becoming the same amaranth pink as her hair. She'll talk with the dark haired girl and she'll splash water in the direction of the blond. She'll laugh softly for no reason and sing songs with no words.
Gaara Sabaku scowls.
The baseboards he has hauled across the yard are too long. He's going to have to carry them all back and cut them down. It will take him the entire summer to finish the pool house.
He sets the boards one at a time on his workmen's table and feeds them to the electric power saw. He's focusing so intently on his task that he doesn't notice her approaching, and he certainly doesn't hear her over the growl of the saw.
He finishes one board and he looks up. She is standing in front of the table with a serene smile on her face. She waves to him with her dainty little hand. He knows that she has come over to tell him something so he looks back down at his work. She will just have to wait until he is finished. He faintly hears her calling his name but he ignores her. Maybe she will just give up and go back to the pool.
Suddenly the saw loses power and dies. He looks over and sees that she has unplugged the power tool from the wall. Okay, she has his attention now. He wipes his brow with his shoulder and waits for her to speak. Her smile has vanished and her eyes are narrowed. It would seem that she doesn't appreciate being ignored.
"Gaara." She says his name as if it is something too vile and distasteful to keep in her mouth.
"Sakura." He says evenly. She is unworthy of his anger.
She throws the power cord to the ground. "You and this thing are disrupting the peace."
Gaara wants to laugh but he doesn't. Is the sound of the power unfit for the princess's ears? He bypasses her and picks up the cord. "I need this to cut the wood." Surely even she can understand that.
"Can't you use that one?" She points to the crosscut saw under the table.
No he cannot use that one. Not unless he wants the boards to be cut unevenly. "That saw is meant to cut in the direction of the grain." He explains to her.
"Can't you just deal with it?" She asks, with her hand on her hip.
His patience for her is growing thin. "It would take three times as long." And that was only if he was painstakingly careful. If he screwed up he would have to ask the godmother to buy new wood and he would have to start all over again.
"Well," she says with saccharine sweetness, "if you have time stare at Ino's ass then you have time to do your job."
Gaara bites his tongue. If she were a man she would be picking her teeth up off the floor by now. He takes a breath. "It will take me less then ten minutes to finish this."
Her green eyes flash. "I don't care. The saw is too loud. You can't use it while I'm outside."
Since when does Gaara Sabaku take orders from prissy little bitches? He straightens up. He's almost a head taller than her and exponentially stronger. He is going to make sure she knows it too. "You're going to go back over to your little friends and do whatever it is you do all day, and I'm going to stay here and use whatever saw I want." His tone is only slightly menacing, but he thinks that she'll get the picture.
Sakura steps back a couple of inches and crosses her arms. "You'll do what I say or else…"
He glares at her. "Or else what?"
She smiles nastily. "Or else I tell Tsunade that you've been drinking on the job."
Gaara is caught momentarily off guard. "I don't drink."
"But I do, and so do my friends. All we have to do leave a couple of beers laying around the yard and you'll be shipped off to juvie. I'll tell her they're yours and she won't even think of doubting me."
"You're a bitch." He wanted to snap her pretty little neck.
"No," she looks up into frosty celadon eyes, "you're a bitch, my bitch. You have to do exactly as I say when I say it or else I will take great pleasure in ruining your life."
So, the princess is finally showing her true colors. She's no princess after all; she's the wicked witch. Gaara clenches his fists. It would be so easy to strike her down. He has no doubt that one swing would be enough to knock her out.
But she is right, unless he wants to end up in jail, he will have to play by her rules. It is just another excellent reason for him to hate her. He takes one look at her smug face and he thinks that going to jail might be worth it if he could just put this girl in her place. He knows he could never really hurt her.
She has everything a girl could ever want, she has more than everything a girl could ever want, but she only feels happiness when others are in pain. On the outside she's the fairest girl in all the land, but on the inside she's a three-headed monster. She can scream and cry all she wants, but she's rotten and until she changes that she'll never have her storybook ending.
Gaara's muscles relax. He doesn't break eye contact. "I feel sorry for you." He says truthfully. He can see right through her now. "It's sad."
The color drains from her face and the light goes out in her eyes. Her arms drop to her sides. "What?"
"Okay, Sakura, I'll use the crosscut, and when the saw ruins the wood I'll just start over again. You can go back over to the pool and enjoy your swim. But if I were you, I'd make sure to tie my mask on tightly." He nods toward the white Mercedes that has just pulled into the driveway. "Prince charming has arrived." Just in time to save the princess.
She backs away from him slowly, her eyes never leaving his face. "You don't know anything."
Gaara waves his hand in a dismissive gesture and she turns and runs. She doesn't stop until she reaches tall dark and handsome. Gaara watches her throw her arms around the boy and then the two share a long kiss.
The boy fits his arm around her and holds her close to his side. Sakura reaches up and plucks those ridiculous sunglasses off his face and puts them on her own. He smirks and kisses her again.
He is entitled to anything and everything that he wants. He works hard, but not as hard as some. He looks down on the peasants and sticks his nose up in the air. He believes he can do no wrong. If it suits him he'll feed you to the wolves so fast it'll give you whiplash. Gaara will watch as he turns his back on his friends and take recognition for jobs well done.
He is anchored by his narcissism. This disease of the mind fuels him to degrade his classmates and smother them with his arrogance brought on by his own anxiety. He doesn't know how to play nice with others and Gaara thinks that the only reason he sticks so close to Sakura is because of her well placed compliments, obedience and steadfast devotion.
A prince needs and princess and a princess needs a prince. They belong together.
Ino sits up and covers her chest with one arm and waves to him with the other. "Sasuke!" she shouts. "He-ey!"
"Ino." He shoots her with his devastating smile. "Hey, Hinata." He waves at the girl hiding under the umbrella. He winks at her. "Naruto say 'hi'."
Hinata turns bright red and sinks back even further under the protection of the umbrella.
Gaara quickly busies himself with retrieving the crosscut saw. He may be able to resist attacking Sakura, but he knows Sasuke is another story. Sasuke is one of the few people in the world whose pain would give Gaara pleasure. He fantasizes about breaking Sasuke's symmetrical face with his fists, and the thrill that would race through his veins when he shatters Sasuke's bones.
He takes the saw in his hands and channels his anger into cutting the wood. The sculpted muscles of his arms tauten as he slices through. His strokes are furious and his incisions are precise. He completes the task sooner than he anticipated and he is satisfied with his work.
Things are coming along nicely. He wants to have the beams ready before the other workmen come in to pour the concrete slab, because he knows that as soon as the foundation is cured he will need to get to work putting up the frame and windows. He wants to have all the wood cut and measured before he begins the construction. He estimates that this will take him a good two weeks and another set of arms if he wants to take the time to get the job done right. The next step will be raising the walls. He hasn't quite figured out how he will accomplish these jobs by himself, but he knows that if he really needs it he's got a couple of friends who will lend him a hand. He hasn't yet decided whether he will install the interior walls first or move ahead to putting up the siding, but he knows for sure that he will save roofing and painting for last.
When Tsunade first told him that he would be working off his debt to her by building the pool house, he wanted to throw that old lady off a bridge. He doesn't understand why pool houses are necessary. His pool at home is twice the size of Tsunade's, and he doesn't have a pool house. Neither he nor his siblings have ever needed a pool house to swim. He cursed her for choosing such an arbitrary task.
On his first day of work Tsunade handed him one drafting tool kit, one drawing board, one roll of vellum paper, three books on architecture and two books on engineering. She insisted that he sit in her kitchen every weekend in the months of April and May and work on designing her a pool house. He resented the hell out of her for making him waste the time he could be using to train for fights. He had barely passed the tenth grade, what would make her think that he could design her a pool house?
As it would turn out though, those books she gave him were actually pretty interesting and not all that difficult to read. It took him a few tries before he could figure out how to use the drafting triangles and parallel straightedge, but as soon as he could smoothly draw and measure he became an unstoppable force. By June he had two sets of blue prints and a list of all the materials he would need to build Tsunade her dream pool house.
He has come to the uncomfortable realization that he's going to need to keep his body in good shape if he has any hope of finishing the project before the school year starts back up again. This means he cannot allow himself to be injured in a fight. He doesn't want to imagine what trying to nail the frame in with a broken arm or broken rib might be like. It kills him to admit it, but the house takes first priority. For the time being, he thinks that he might need to give up fighting all together. He's not sure how well he's going to be able to handle that. His anger has to go somewhere…
Gaara considers his next course of action. If he is not allowed to use the electric power tools then his options are limited. He mulls it over for a few minutes and finally decides to get to work nailing some of the wooden beams together so he'll have an easier time putting them up. He has a nail between his teeth and a hammer in his hand when he hears her calling his name.
"Gaa-ra." Sakura singsongs. She's taken off the dress and she now lies floating on an inflatable raft in the middle of the pool with Sasuke by her side. "O Gaa-ra."
He spits the nail out into his hand and puts the hammer down. He doesn't know what she could possibly want from him or what he's done to warrant her attention. He considers ignoring her but rejects the idea when he remembers how well that turned out for him the last time. Reluctantly, he climbs up onto the deck and walks down to the pool.
Sakura turns her head and gives Sasuke a triumphant look. "I told you that he'd come if I called. Gaara Sabaku loves me so much he's agreed to be my slave."
Gaara wonders if he's heard her right. He would never love her and he would never agree to be her slave. "You're a regular Baron Münchhausen, aren't you?"
"Isn't that a brand of beer?" Asks Sasuke stupidly.
Gaara resists the urge to roll his eyes. "No, it's the name of a famous liar." He glares at Sakura in her pretty pink bikini. "He was someone who made up stories for attention."
Sakura returns his glare. "New rule, slave. Speak only when spoken to."
Sasuke snickers. "We should get Sabaku a dog collar."
"That'd be hot." Says Ino's muffled voice.
Gaara clenches his jaw. He reminds himself that they're actually hoping to get a rise out of him. Emitting any type of outburst would be playing straight into their hands. He tells himself that no matter what they say they're just idiots and it would be a waste of his efforts to give them a reaction.
He can't stifle his urge. There is no one on the planet that can talk to him that way and not receive retribution. Loathing wells up like bile from his stomach. He takes a step forward and he feels the adrenaline coursing through his arteries. He stops when he sees Sakura smile with malicious delight.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gaara." She says mockingly. "Let's not let our temper get the better of us."
He wants to throw her off that raft and hold her head under the water until she passes out. He flexes his hand.
Gaara Sabaku does not hurt women.
He turns around and heads back over to his construction sight. He tells himself that if he can just make it back to his workbench he can use his energy to hammer nails or he could find some more wood to cut. He can control himself.
"I don't believe that I've dismissed you, slave."
He could barely hear her voice over the sound of blood pounding in his ears. He can't control himself. He has to get out of there now.
He doesn't turn around. He walks straight over to his workbench and without stopping he snatches his keys out from under the blue prints. He knows that if he even takes one look at that girl's hateful face he'll lose any last shred of composure he has left. He doesn't hurt women and he doesn't want to go to jail.
He doesn't stop walking until he's on the street in front of the house standing next to his baby. His beautiful red 69' Ford Torino convertible he saved up and paid for with his fight money. Usually, when he takes one look at that car his anger dissipates like a cloud of smoke. Today, he feels like that just isn't going to cut it.
He opens the door and slides inside. He feels the leather under him is hot but so is his skin. He turns the key in the ignition and closes his eyes. He reminds himself that this car is his blood, sweat and tears. This car is proof of every victory he's earned. He's comforted by the realization that those morons back there in the pool are just children. They brazenly provoke him with their words because they don't know the pain of his fists. He knows that this is no longer an option, and that he's going to have to find some other way to deal with his anger.
He can't figure out what that girl's problem is, or why she seems to hate him so much. He's never spoken to her before in his life. He doesn't understand why she would go to such lengths to aggravate him. Could it really be that she actually likes to make people that miserable?
He recognizes that it is too much for him to absorb, and that he's going to need a little time to cool off. He carefully shuts the door and pulls on his seat belt. He almost smiles when he hears it click. He puts the car in first gear and takes his foot off the clutch.
Gaara Sabaku is not satisfied until he can no longer see the house in the rearview mirror. Then he can finally breathe again.
Gaara pulls up to a gas station and parks his car next to a pump. He doesn't care what the price of gas is these days he'll only feed his car high octane gasoline. He considers that machine to be his child.
While his car is filling up he leans against it and closes his eyes. He doesn't know how he's going to keep working for Tsunade and not go insane. The kids at school are usually to chicken shit to mess with the fearsome Gaara Sabaku. He didn't think that there was anyone on the earth who would be stupid enough to outright provoke him.
"Gaara!" A familiar voice shouts. "Gaara, what's up, man?"
Gaara opens his eyes and sees the hero approaching.
The boy's wide grin and sparkling blue eyes say it all; he is the good guy, the hero. He overcomes adversity. He may be the worst in the class, but he's the most formidable street fighter there has ever been. He is courageous. He'll never back down from a fight, even when the odds are against him. He is self sacrificing. He'll take hit after hit if it means protecting his friends. He's the only man out there who has what it takes to slay the dragon. He's the only man out there Gaara respects enough to call a friend.
"Naruto." Gaara says calmly. "Please keep your slushy away from the car."
When Naruto smiles he does it with his entire body. His posture is loose, his arms are open, his eyes are crinkled and the corners of his mouth reach his ears. "You look a little tense. Is everything alright?" He asks.
Gaara runs a hand through his damp hair. "It's just this stupid pool house."
"Ah." Naruto puts the slushy on the ground and moves to lean up against the car next to Gaara. "I thought you said that it wasn't so bad. I was sort of under the impression that you liked doing this type of work. I mean, you should have seen yourself when you finally finished those blueprints. You were like glowing or something."
Gaara Sabaku does not glow, and only Naruto can get away with suggesting something like that.
"It's that pink haired bitch. She's taken it upon herself to make me miserable. She's got a death wish or something."
Naruto nodded. "As one of her former suitors, I think I know better than anyone what kind of terror she is capable of." His smile fades and his face turns thoughtful. " But I think that she's not what she seems to be in more ways then one." He blinks. "I'm actually not sure if that statement made any sense."
Gaara shrugs. "A bitch is a bitch." He releases the handle on the gas pump and taps it a few times against the tank. When he's done he puts the pump back in the holster. He turns to Naruto. "Watch my car while I go in and pay?"
Naruto gives him the thumbs up. "I'll protect it with my life."
Gaara almost smiles.
On his way out of the station mart he sees a sleek black Bugatti Veyron pull up at the pump behind his car. Gaara has to admit that the big bad wolf sure does have style. The man steps out of the car and approaches Naruto. Naruto drops his smile and his expression immediately turns to guarded. Gaara takes his time walking back to the Torino.
"Sabaku." The man greets the red head. "I was just telling Uzumaki here about a business proposition I have for you two."
Gaara remembers that he's temporarily sworn off fighting. "I'm not interested." He tells the man.
"If Gaara's out then so am I." Says Naruto.
The man smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I urge you both to reconsider. It would be fifteen for each of you."
Gaara knows that fifteen hundred dollars is a lot of money, but that means that the type of fight this man is trying to buy isn't just your average street fight. Gaara hates when his opponents are ten years his senior and full of steroids. And with all the time he has to spend working on the house he's not going to have enough time to properly train. He thinks that he's a little out of shape already. If he hadn't already bought his dream car, he would probably have pounced on that offer.
"Fifteen hundred dollars can buy a lot, but it doesn't really seem worth it right now." Naruto says, voicing Gaara's thoughts. "I just want to have a relaxing summer for once."
"I think you've misunderstood me." Says the man. "It's not fifteen hundred dollars, it's fifteen thousand dollars. And that's just for participating."
Gaara does his best to remain composed. Lately he has been fooling around with some drafts for designing a car garage. He's getting tired of having to fight his siblings for space. Fifteen thousand dollars would definitely help that dream become a reality. "What's the catch?"
"There is no catch." He assures them. "It's two matches. You two would fight as a team against some of the best street fighters in the country."
Gaara suspects that this entire thing is just another reason for bored rich people to gamble ridiculous amounts of money. It's something his father would deem classless. "What's our incentive? What do we get when we win?"
"If you win, you will each receive fifty thousand dollars." The man smirks. "But we both know you don't do it for the money."
Gaara's face hardens. He doesn't like it when people make assumptions about him, not matter how much truth they may have to them. His eyes turn to Naruto. "What do you think, does fifty thousand sound worth it to you?" he asks.
Naruto looks apprehensive. "I don't know, man. This sounds like it's going to be a big deal." He says.
Gaara knows that Naruto is right; this is a decision that should not be taken lightly. "We'll think about it." Says Gaara to the man. "No promises right now."
"The first match is at the end of July." He hands Gaara a nameless business card with a number printed on the back. "You have one week to call me."
Gaara waits to speak again until after the man had driven away. "I don't like him, and I don't like the Akatsuki."
Naruto picks up his slushy and takes a sip. "Who the hell knows what kind of tricks they have up their sleeves." He sighs. "But they always shell out in the end. Fifty thousand dollars could really help me pay for college. I mean, if I get into college of course."
"I don't know." He opens up the door to the car. "Like I told the man, I need to think about this."
And he does think about it. For the entire car ride back to Tsunade's house he weighs the pros and cons of agreeing to fight. Gaara knows that when he puts aside all of his thoughts about the money, Naruto, the Akatsuki, his opponents and everyone's intentions, it will all come down to one thing.
When he returns to the back yard and his construction site he is relieved to find that everyone seems to have left. No more Sakura. He is so happy that he allows himself a small smile. He can use power tools again!
He walks over to his workmen's table in search of his blue prints. He realizes right away that they're not where he left them. Actually, they're nowhere to be found. Gaara begins to panic. He frantically begins to search the yard. His pulse races and he looks under and between ever piece of wood in the yard. He returns to the table to retrace his steps, and that's when he sees it.
Under the table there is pile of sawdust and wood shavings that has blue stripes. Someone has shredded his precious blue prints and left them for him to step on. Gaara feels blood rush to his fists and his begins to tremble with fury.
He remembers now. Gaara Sabaku doesn't fight for friends, enemies, or money. Gaara Sabaku fights because he is angry, because he is enraged. Gaara Sabaku is a fire-breathing dragon and all he wants to do is throw his head back and roar.
There is no escaping it now. He's going to train harder than ever. He will keep his wrath locked up during the day and unleash it on his punching bag at night. He will neither give those assholes the satisfaction of breaking him, nor will let his energy go to waste.
And then, when he's done with the pool house and has his fifty thousand dollars he's going to make Sakura Haruno wish she had never been born.
Gaara Sabaku holds a grudge.
I'm a little shy about this because it's so weird.
OK originally this was just me messing around with style and metaphors during an especially boring class, but once I reached 3000 words I was like 'hey I'll post it because really why the hell not?' Its going to be a little like TWK but with some obvious differences and a plot more revolving around Gaara and his views. (Sakura is the crazy one this time!) Let me know if you like it because I've been thinking about it a lot and I have a whole dramatic plot thought out. And I think it's cool that I gave gaara a muscle car. It can be like his sand goard ... but with wheels.
Oh and also I made Ino a ho because every story needs one. I don't really think INo is a ho, her character isn't very developed in the actually manga. but I might be wrong since i'm not up to date. HO power. And I was so harsh to Hinata. I actually love her and think she's sweet. I've just decided to make her cooler in the future chapters.
and Also who do you think the big bad wolf is? I couldn't decided who he should be so I just left it ambiguous. It's an akatsuki member but which one?
So far, Gaara is a dragon, Sakura is a princess, Sasuke is a prince, Ino is an enchantress, Hinata is an angel, Naruto is a hero, Tsuande is a fairy godmother (specifically Sakura's godmother.) What other story characters are out there? Kings, Queens, Sorcerers, evil step mothers... do you all have any ideas?
Review? Please?
