Pairings: Gaara X Reina

Warnings: I may be a little here and there in the sync of time with Gaara's age and stuff. i hope you guys can overlook it. Actually i haven't really finished watching Naruto-and i haven't even started watching Shippuden. So don't go like hey! Gaara had become Kazekage way before this-or, hey there's a war brewing right now...i hope you can understand

Author's notes: This story is written from Reina's point of view. So a few descriptions of my characters.

Reina: -black, long, curly hair

-large chocolate brown eyes

_dimpled smile

Arazuma and Micazeh – her team mates

Aakura Sensei- her sensei[a jounin]

Inoto- the uncle she lives with [ her mother is dead and father is AWOL]

Mizeina [Zeina]- her mother

-Light blue eyes

-Straight black hair

-heart shaped sweet face

Arazuma- dark headed guy,

-a little burly physic,

-football quarterback type,

-has good stamina,

- is kind of a leader,

-Very protective of both his team mates,-kind a like a big brother figure

Micazeh -lean and thin guy

-blue spiky haired

-great aim (never misses)

Aakura Sensei- burly like most other sand jounin

-3 scars mar his right forehead, ending just above his eyes, distorting his eyebrows, just a little though

*thanks a lot esthermarie117, and sabaku no koibito, it was your generous show of like that has me writing again. Without you I still would've been staying in the low depressing corner of my head. Thanks a lot... {really...guys you are the ones who keep hope alive}

Chapter 4: The fire inside...

Whatever I did after that was pretty much of a blur, but a few things were contrastingly haunting. Like the flashes I got. My mom screaming, crying in the pillow as I looked at her dumbstruck, and then her lighting up like Christmas as my father came home. I also remembered the songs, my mother had a beautiful voice and she always used to lull me to sleep singing those songs. At times even when Father wasn't home, but mostly when he used to be home. My father had loved me too or maybe not. After so many years of going through those memories in denial, I am afraid whether most things are real; anyhow, those memories of my father's love and laughter are rather hazy.

As these flashes pass by me, I do know I am going somewhere because I can feel my legs. My muscles are contracting and relaxing, I find myself out of breath, but my eyes remain unfocused. After a while or so, I feel myself land on firm ground and stand there, as my breaths come out in gaps and the pain in my arms and legs help focus on my surrounding.

"Reina-you are late." A voice draws my attention as I look up and find myself staring at Arazuma.

"S-sorry." I stammer giving him a sheepish look. "I got caught up in some things." I mutter to Aakura sensei who is scrutinizing me, and then I turn and look at Micazeh, trying to give him an acknowledging smile, but fail miserably as I feel it turn into a grimace.

"Are you alright?" he asks seeing my expression. I seriously don't need any words of sympathy. Either I was going to breakdown right there or I was going to burn every single person in front of me. Neither of which were appropriate options, so I settled with a curt "I am okay. -We should start with our training"

As if sensing my erratic in mood, Aakura sensei teamed me up with Arazuma. He was good with close contact offense and also that since he was older than me hence took me as a brother figure and I knew he was gonna go easy on me. The realization of which nothing to extinguish the fire of anger burning with me. We started with hand to hand, and then shiruken and others involved. Micazeh on the other hand was training on target practice. As if he needed them anymore, I thought to myself, as I launched another of my low kicks which was yet again blocked my Arazuma. I stood huffing short of breath, as I kept my fighting stance enact. One palm on the ground and legs stretched in a half crouch.

Anger boiling inside, I headed toward him with a few fast combo shots and a final kick on the stomach that he had no chance of defending without a shiruken and hence the cut on my left arm. His eyes instantly flew to my arm as concern etched his features. From the corner of my eye I see Micazeh begin to reach out to me, but Aakura sensei stopped him as both of them turned to watch us. 'Good for him' I thought with an inside smirk. Focusing back to my opponent, I looked him up. There wasn't even a bruise on his body and I could feel most part of my body throb. This realization brought another furl of anger as my insides began to churn with heat. A short growl left my lips as I focused on my chakra, my purple chakra turned dark violet as I launched my fist at him as I rounded up and thrust my other palm on his neck trying for a firm hold so I could get him down, but before I could react to what was happening inside me, heat flowed through my hand as I felt the violet chakra rush out of my hand, and the next thing I knew, Arazuma fell with a thump on his face as I stared at him, to shocked to move as Aakura sensei came rushing towards him. As he crouched and a crease of alarm marred his forehead, he looked up at me, a look of concern covering his features as I stood dumbstruck and a scared whimper escaped my lips as tears filled my eyes. "Arazuma-" I fell with a thud as a tear streaked down into the dirt. I saw my hand shaking as I heard sensei speak to Micazeh in a calm voice, his voice not betraying anything but concern

"Take him to the infirmary. He'll be okay." I felt Micazeh shoot me glance. What was it? Fear or hatred? We had never injured anyone of so severely that one of us might have fainted. We were more than team mates. We'd become family. And I hurt family. A sob escaped as i felt a hand enclose my shoulder tenderly. Expecting to see Aakura sensei, I was little surprised as my tear glassed eyes met Micazeh concerned expression. I wanted to say something. To defend myself, but shame and the memory of that malevolent anger came back and I hung my head low, staring at the ground with a few wet spots of my tears as I wiped my face hastily.

"Will he-" I choked out as Micazeh began shuffling with Arazuma's limp body, by his side. I wanted to give him a hand, but I didn't want to do any more damage.

"What happened before you came here?" I heard him say in place of a consoling 'yes he will be fine' as a thickness enclosed my throat.

"I was angry—I and-my uncle and I had -we had a talk." I stuttered vaguely, as i cast my gaze downwards unable to meet his gaze

"Reina—look at me." He said suddenly unswervingly. "I need you to think about this...about what happened. Think about it progressively." He said. The sudden urgency in his voice forcing me to look into those stern eyes. He paused as we gazed at each other.

"Meet me here at 7pm, tomorrow. We need to—talk-and work on your anger." He said quietly as he left behind the now diminishing figure of Micazeh and a bump like Arazuma.

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_I know that you probably find it kind a vague in here-{please tell me if it is becoming a little too much}. It's part of the plot building. But I guess I'm not good enough if you guys find it confusing and irritating. If it's so please tell me-I need feedback friends for improving.

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