Rose's POV:
Looking at my reflection I just can't help but to sigh. I can't say I like what I see. My long, wavy, crimson hair reaches my waist, my eyes an odd brownish color that never seemed too look the same twice. My lips were naturally red and my skin were like porcelain - pale, but not in a bad way - which made no sense to me since I were out in the sun almost every day. And since I worked out every day I had a pretty nice figure too... For a ten-year-old that is. So I guess I can't really complain, but still something about me seemed to scare people. They never looked me in the eye and always kept a safe distance between them and me. Maybe it was because I belonged to the "great" Kasai-clan, but I don't know, no one seemed to know that much about them. Or maybe they sense my secret, my very, very dark secret...
'Something bothering you, child?'
"No, not really... It's just that I wondered why people don't like me much, you know. I don't really have any friends and the villagers seem to hate me... Is there something wrong with my personality?"
'You know that's not true, what about Kenza and Silver? They're close to you.'
"Mm... I guess, but they are my bodyguards and cousins, they kind of have to..."
'Then what about Temari and Kankuro? And that Gaara boy, can't figure him out though...'
"I suppose they do talk to me, but it's not as if they consider me a friend, maybe more of an ally… But if they knew they would hate me to, you have seen the way they act around Gaara. As for Gaara… I think he can sense the truth, or, at least the Shukaku can. When he looks at me he sees someone who is similar to him - someone who's more monster than man - nothing else."
'I wouldn't be too sure about that, dear' she mumbled softly. 'But look at it from the bright side, love. No matter what, I'll always be by your side.'
"Stuck with you till I die, huh?" I tease her.
'How rude...' she grumbled while slowly disappearing back into my mind again. I quickly finish preparing myself for leaving on yet another mission; pulling my hair into a high ponytail, tucking kunai, shuriken and other tools into their respective pouches and hilts. I pick my katana from its place on the wall; I smile at its familiar feel against my hands before sliding it into the hidden compartment in the back of my beige flak jacket. I walk over to the simple looking, black box sitting at the table next to the mirror. Inside were my most beloved treasure, the last gift my mother had given me before… passing on - a pair of dual knives, the blades made out of pure rubies, cut and polished into sparkly but deadly daggers, the handles made out of beautifully carved ivory. I admired them for a second before sliding them into their place, one dagger at either side of my hips.
"Milady" a voice behind me said. "It's time to leave."