"There is no calamity greater than lavish desires.
There is no greater guilt than discontentment.
And there is no greater disaster than greed."
Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
Chinese philosopher (604 BC - 531 BC)
Chapter One Don-yoku
"Here" a gruff, unclean, middle aged man spoke. His breath held the rotten smell of tobacco and alcohol. He tossed the little girl, that he had dragged, in to the well furnished room at the Kazekage's feet.
"Now how about that small matter of my payment" the man grinned foolishly, revealing a set of crooked and yellowing teeth.
"Patience" the Kazekage ordered, his voice held no room for imprudence. The man's foolish grin vanished immediately. Silence washed over the room, satisfied with the man's obedience the Kazekage turned his eyes to the frighten creature at his feet. Her watery blue eyes stare up at him in fear. He reached down for her. In return she shied away. His gaze filled with annoyance accompanied by a hint of anger. She froze. Again he reached for her, roughly grabbing her by the back of her neck. He took her chin in his right hand,
"Where's the mark?" examining her face he spoke to the man who had almost been forgotten. Forgotten even by himself he jumped at the sound of the Kazekage's voice.
"Uh-uh l-l-left side of her ne-e-e-ck" he stammered for an answer. The Kazekage nodded. He grabbed the collar of her shirt. The rag barely capable of hiding the left side of her neck from prying eyes. Moving the loose fitting fabric to the left revealed a square box with several long scars, but what was most eye catching was the fresh wounds: yellowed, swollen deep gashes.
"Fine." He dropped her upon the wooden floor. Silently she grimaced in pain. The Kazekage turned away. He grabbed the red velvet bag off his desk. The soft sound of money clinking against each other brought the greedy eyes of her father.
"How old" the Kazekage turned around. Her father's eyes never moved from the bag, completely consumed by the bag that promised the sweet metallic touch of money.
"Eight" his eyes losing more humanity as his greed continued to mount.
"And what demon, did you say she held?" the Kazekage inquired, the velvet bag hovering just above the mans hands, his mouth almost watering, the man licked his lips,
"Shimizu, the snow leopard water demon" he almost grunted with anticipation.
"I see." He dropped the bag into the father's hands.
"And she is the one responsible for the complete and utter destruction of the village hidden in the river?" Her father's eyes narrowed in disgust as he spat out his answer.
"Yes." his eyes glared at the pitiful being that could hardly be called human, least of all his daughter of the monster his wife gave birth to. The child killed his wife in her birth. Personally he was quite relieved to be rid of the little atrocity.
"That will be all" the Kazekage dismissed him, gladly he turned and left without looking back. The Kage turned to her, a cruel smile upon his lips.
"Shall we meet Gaara?" Her ears pressed back against her head in fear 'what was Gaara' she shiver at the possibilities.
"I'm sure, his Demon can already sense you," his eyes held laughter. Her heart beat, screaming in her ears.
"I just hope you can put up a decent enough fight." He grabbed her by her upper arm. He dragged her up the stairs, her feet barely brushing against the carpeted stairs.
"Kazekage, what if he doesn't?" a man dressed in similar attire asked.
"That is none of your concern." the fear that was instilled in her heart before was nothing compared to what it was now, she was completely terrified.
"She will stay by his side till he does kill her." The Kazekage waved of any further pursuit of such unlikely subject. The Kazekage opened A red wood door with spots of brown, it gave her the unnerving impression that the red wasn't naturally part of the wood….
this is the end of the first part sorry it took me a little longer than I wanted to post it but it finished so tell me if you want me to continue please review ^-^