Anyway, It's a Gaara fan-fic and I altered the Naruto World just a bit to fit my story. There will be more phone, computer, radio stuff. Also more American type stuff 'cause I only been to Asia twice and only spent about 25 minutes in Japan total. So I have nothing Japan-ish I can base the story on. Anyway this is before Gaara meets Naruto. It'll be like Gaara will never meet him. He's just the same cold 13 year old stump that caught a million fan girls' hearts. There will be a new girl. This girl is a way of me inserting a part myself into the Naruto world so I can be with Gaara. Yes I am a Gaara fan girl.
Also … If you want to help me name the girl and possible effect/alter the plot the story post a name on the end of your review. Please try to include the origin and meaning of it.
So now let us begin shall we?
A Girl Who Isn't Afraid
Gaara sat on the top of a random building in the Wild Village. He started off into the distance and tried to concentrate on something but didn't know what. Gaara broke out of his daze to stare at the people on the street. Everyone was on the opposite side that the build he sat on was. Nearly all of them had some fear mixed into their face. He looked back to the distance. He had himself convinced he didn't care. They should be afraid. 'I wouldn't hesitate to kill them all,' he told himself. He wasn't sure was he meant by 'all'.
"Nothing more then insects," he whispered to himself. A few of the people who had eyes glued to him saw his lip movement. Others lip read it and sped up their pace when they realized what he said. Gaara didn't notice.
A group of kids played on the wrong side of the road. About seven girls and boys, each about nine or ten years old. They bounced a little blue ball to each other as they tried to walk at the same time. One of the kids stopped to point at Gaara. The rest of them followed her finger to gasp as the lonely figure came into their view. They broke into two groups. One that crossed to the other side of the street, and the other that ran blindly down the road. The ball rolled away to be forever forgotten.
Gaara went back to staring into the distance again. He looked at the few clouds that could ever occupy a desert sky, it had rained before but that was a few months ago, they were always in a everlasting drought. Gaara seemed to inspect anything or nothing for a good half-hour. Something caught his eye.
He glanced quickly at he street with his eyes and took a mental picture. There was a girl standing on the wrong side of the street. She seemed to be looking at him. She looked about 11 or 12. The girl was dressed in faded jeans that were worn out by sand; a bluish-green shirt that look like a turtle-neck sweater, except for were the sleeves were torn off and sandals that showed her darker royal blue nail color. Her soft smooth looking skin slightly tan with shiny, silky, brown hair to match; She had long thin figures, her nails painted the same color as her toes.
Gaara took another quick look then tried to make it look like he didn't look at all. Though his face didn't show it something about the girl shocked him. Instead of caring the look of fear like everyone else, she gazed on him with a look of confidence and determination. Her yellowish-green eyes seemed to glimmer with unknown purpose.
Gaara went to look back at her… maybe make eye-contact this time. She was gone. Gaara's lips curved up in a smile too strait for anyone to see. She was like everyone else. So scared for their own lives they would always run away from him.
Gaara went turned his head to gaze upon nothing again. His eyes widened.
There on the building in front of him, blocking his view, was the same girl. Arms crossed, her face still with the look of unbound determination.