Vaccination.
She's hiccupping while her father is sitting next to her in exasperation while he rubs her back, telling her to calm down. Already, she hates Suna because of all the new injections she has to endure because of this foreign place and all it's potentially foreign diseases which Konoha civilians never need to worry about. She hates blood and she hates needles.
'Meh. That stung. I hate needles.'
A brunette boy moaned as he walked out of the room of pain, as Kari had decided to call it. The nurses in there had been brutal. The blonde girl who walked out after the boy, a band-aid on her right arm rolled her eyes.
'Kankuro, if you're going to be a shinobi you're going to have to have to learn to deal with pain worse than that. That's not even nearly as bad as being hit by senbons. Or kunais or shurikens.'
'Tch. Why isn't Gaara here too? It's not fair that he gets special treatment.'
'You know Gaara's different. He doesn't get sick so he doesn't need any vaccinations. Besides, it's not like the sand would let any needle through anyway.'
The two walk past the hiccupping Kari and her father and she snuggles into her father's side. Whoever Gaara is, she thinks that he's pretty lucky that he doesn't need any injections.
'Tou-san. I'm never going to become a shinobi.'
In fact, she voices that she's never going to play ninja ever again either. Her father rolls his eyes at her.
'I don't think I was ever expecting you to become one.'
Her father hugs her slightly tighter and grins down at her.
'Besides, your mother has high hopes of raising you as a lady.'
