Here's the beginning of a story I started earlier this year. I know it is annoyingly short, but hopefully with enough inspiration I can extend this prolouge-like chapter into a story. If you have time, read the explanations in my profile, thankyou.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, Sasuke would have regretted ever stepping foot outside of Konoha's gates...
The dark world around me was tranquil in my meditating state, but it soon lost its menacing hue as bright clouds of purple and pink broke out amongst the horizon. The stars had disappeared long ago, yet, I remained out here to occupy my time. Before the morning sun made it's appearance, I descended from my spot on the roof into the attic window which was currently my room. Having moved in the other day, I had yet to unpack what little boxes I brought with us. Material things held no sentimental value to me, so I felt no need to bring anything that wasn't going to be a necessity. Either way, I found no point in getting settled in right away.
Judging how the sun was slowly climbing into the sky I measured it was around 6:40 am and made my way downstairs after I got ready for the day. Finding Temari awake downstairs was slightly amusing, but it annoyed me even more to see she was attempting to cook breakfast. She noticed my presence once I stepped foot into the kitchen, successsfully startling her and causing the greasy spatula to drop. I scowled at her tactics, but it deepened even more when she tried to make it up with a cheeky smile. She bent down and picked up the spatula, "You know better than to scare me like that Gaara!"
I brushed past her to the fridge, ignoring her remark. I hadn't had a decent meal since lunch yesterday and as I looked into the ice box, I found very little that could sate my beginning pangs of hunger. I ended up drinking from the milk carton trying to ignore my hunger by satisfying my thirst. "Iie! Iie, Gaara get a glass!"
"Hn." I returned the milk to the fridge. "Is Kankuro still asleep?" Temari turned back to her skillet on the stove and scowled.
"Yeah, the lazy ass is going to be late for his first college class if he doesn't leave in the next twenty minutes." I nodded and headed out of the kitchen to grab my backpack. "Hey Gaara, do you want your eggs fried or scrambled?"
"I"m not eating." I heard her reply with a silent 'oh' and I walked out the front door. Before I closed it, Temari's voice rang out from the kitchen. I stopped to let her know I was listening.
"Make sure you grab a bite to eat after school, I won't be here till late tonight. So don't wait up..."
'Can't recall the last time I did.' With that, I closed the front door and exited the driveway, heading down the road which lead to Fire Village Highschool.
A/N: Once again, I'm very sorry for this being so short. However, if you decide to review, please tell me if there is anything wrong with it or what direction you would like to see this story take. I don't have a plot for this possible story yet...I just kind of went with the flow when typing this chapter up (if you can even call it a chapter). I will accept constructive critiscm but I do not respect flaming. If there is something you do or don't like, explain it to me...it helps. I don't know how much you can comment on this story since I haven't written much, but I'm hoping your inputs and suggestions/ideas will inspire me to write more. That's why I put this up here. If I do continue, I plan on this being a GaaraxSakura. Thankyou.
