A swift punch was delivered to a rubber mannequin. The flaxen grains of sand scattered on the ground, quickly dispersing and traveling back to a gourd carried by a crimson haired boy. His blank turquoise eyes traveled the tile aligned beneath his feet where his sand rushed around, they began to venture into the forest nearby where a sense of possible chakra lingered. Raising his arm, the sand followed his conducting and danced through the air until pausing, levitated in mid air. He squinted his glare and tightened his outstretched fingers, quickly forming a fist. The sand followed his direction and enveloped the tree it stood before, wrapping around the wood, crushing the wood fibers and causing the surely elderly tree to snap in half, and collapse onto the ground. A domino effect followed, as the trees behind it facing the short boy with the gourd fell to the gray tiles beneath his dark brown sandals. Before releasing his fist, the boy coyly smiled and began stepping in the direction of the tree. Upon his arrival, a face caught his attention on his sand snatched-tree.
"What do you want?" He coldly said, revealing little emotion and keeping a hollow expression on his face. His eyes were narrow and outlined in a layer of black skin, his jaw line shaped smoothly in a circular way, and his small and delicate nose only added to his handsome aesthetics. No eyebrows were above his pained eyes, yet his hair trailed a tattoo in the Kanji word, 'Ai', meaning love in the English language. His bangs were rugged yet straight, as for the rest of his hair. It was not short, nor long, a graceful in-between. The struggling body below him was that of a seemingly young-teenager, around his prime age of 14. Her eyes were shut, yet below the thin and pale eyelids were a light violet color, absent of pupils as were his own. Fear always expressed by the dark navy eyebrows, and the hair was in a straight bang format. Her ears were nicely decorated with thick bangs trailing to her collarbone. The back of her hair, though smashed against the tree, was clearly short and slightly pointed in the mid-back. It glistened in the sunlight, however, there was none in this lightly forested area outside Konoha.
Only a slight groan escaped the girl, as she coughed up a droplet of blood and it soon fell to her tan jacket resembling that of an Eskimo's, with fur edging the bottom of it. On the side of the jacket sleeves, were circular yellow shapes with a symbol resembling that of fire. Quite ironic, to the point that she was weak and poorly established. The true sympathy in this, was the potential this Hyuuga would have had, if not so scolded and abused by her expecting father. Neji, was, as one would say, the ideal Hyuuga. It was surprising the branch family was stronger than the head family, to say the least. The red haired boy blinked for a lengthened second, then he released his still outstretched fist and sighed, more of a moan, to say the least. The sand fell limp as the girl fought her own lack of weakness, and sat up, immediately coughing and grasping her throat as if she could not breathe.
The boy then crouched to his knees and grasped her shoulder tightly, treating her like a child with his scolding glare. Refusing to open her eyes, the Hyuuga tightened her already-shut eyelids. He winced slightly at her refusal to his pressuring her shoulder, and tightened his grip. She made the smallest whimpering noise, that resembling a miniscule dog being caught off guard, and the boy's other hand moved further as to thumb below her eyebrow, and pull up the skin of one eye. The beautiful pastel color had shine in it and were shaking with the fear that he was to do something to her eye. She had seen him to terrible things to people at the Chuunin exams, and though others proclaimed he was better, yet stronger, she denied the fact that he was a changed man. Her eyebrows furrowed in and feared him.
"Your eyes are not like mine." He released her shoulder in a rushed motion, and removed his finger from her eyelid. Standing up, he wandered through the brush, leaving the girl petrified as to what might have happened. Her hand shook and moved it's way to affront her mouth, as she felt her warm breath panting in the summer air. Demanding her legs to move, she stood up from her current place. Cautiously following the trail of sand that had dribbled behind the maroon haired boy with the gourd and tattoo, known as Gaara.