Random idea I thought up the other day. Not sure of this was already done but I'm still gonna attempt it. Enjoy chapter 1!
My name is Scarlett and I'm a Jonin who can kill people with ease. I've been trained to kill since I was 6 years old when I was abandoned by my parents at a young age. I was tortured and whipped whenever I refused to kill someone causing me to have my emotions stripped away from me. Now I can slaughter anyone with no regret at all. The fourth Kazekage trained me to be his ultimate assassin for all of his personal needs. I was even branded with the symbol for "Hate" because of my lack of emotions. I've murdered thousands of ninja as a child but when I was a teenager, I couldn't bring myself to kill one person: Gaara of the Desert.
It all started when the fourth Kazekage feared Gaara because of the power he possessed from Shukaku being trapped inside him. I was the one assigned to kill him as a child when I was only 5 years old. Back then I still had my feelings so I refused which resulted in the branding on my shoulder. When I was 16 years old, I was commanded to kill Gaara or die. I knew that Gaara was his son but I knew it had to be done if I wanted to stay alive.
"Hey. You're Gaara right? My name's Scarlett. I'm a Jonin who specializes in using all kinds of weapons. What do you do?" The redhead glanced over to me then made a sculpture out of sand that resembled me. "Sand. I use sand." "I already knew that but thanks." Gaara just looked at me in shock. "The why did you ask me in the first place if you already knew that? I could kill you right now if I wanted to you know." I laughed knowing even Gaara probably couldn't kill me. "Because Gaara, I'm too awesome to kill." I can't tell him I'm an assassin. He could blow my cover and get me captured by the Anbu of Konoha. He must not find out that his father wants him dead. "Heh. You're joking right? It doesn't matter if you are or not anyway. You seem nice enough so I'll trust you." I wasn't sure what to say at this point. "Uh.. Thanks? I think.." Gaara ran away blushing a bright red and disappeared from view.
I thought about him that night and how he blushed before running off suddenly. Does this mean he likes me? "How can Gaara like someone who doesn't have any emotions at all and is a murdering machine?" All of a sudden, my heart beated really fast and I couldn't breathe that well. "What's happening to me? I shouldn't be able to feel emotions so why am I acting like this?" I realized that the pain didn't start until I mentioned his name: Gaara. "He must be why I'm feeling this way. I got to find him and figure out what's happening to me."