I stayed floating in midair while I looked around the room. Alone the edges stood floor to ceiling book shelves chock full of scrolls and old texts of multiple colors. At the end of the room stood huge glass windows that over looked the roof tops of the village we are in. In front of those windows stood a large oak desk with stack of paper neatly lined up. Behind that desk was a black leather office chair and in that chair sat a man with red hair.

His head was bent over the desk and with shoulders hunched as he scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment. He wore white robes with blue accents of a sky light blue and little bits of a royal blue.

"If you don't mind, the blood is rushing to my head." I stated, slightly woozy. His head snapped up and his eyes met with mine. With the flick of him wrist the sand flipped me over and set me gently on my feet.

"Sorry, I was absorbed in my work." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "You want to tell me why you were out leaving?"

I sighed. "It's time for me to move on. I've been here long enough, plus I don't belong here."

"Why? You've been here for less than 24 hours. What secrets are you hiding?"

I ticked some answers off my fingers in turn. "Well, it's too hot for me here. There is sand everywhere and… I'm a danger to your village." Instantly after I spoke those words, sand flung out of know where and encased me in a mummy like coffin, only my shoulders and up were showing. My breath left me as the sand squeezed me tight, pressing my arms to my sides and my legs together. A kunai pressed to my throat, digging in slightly.

"What are your motives?" Gaara's voice was low with a hint of danger. I rolled my eyes, making him growl.

"If you haven't already figured it out, I'm a thief. Not a ninja like you Lord Kazekage." My voice is bored and uncaring.

He seemed unconvinced as the kunai was still pressed into the soft, fleshy part of my neck.

"Since you are a thief, you were traveling here to steal something then? What would it be?" He ground out through clenched teeth. I rolled my eyes and heaved out a sigh.

"Nothing, just passing through Kazekage-sama. You have my word."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

My face flushed a bit. "I can't steal from someone that I like."

Gaara blinked and took a few paces backwards, his arm dropping to his side. His cheeks turned a sakura tree's petal's pink. I turned my head away to look at that wall, heat creeping up my neck.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why what?" I kept my gaze on the wall, examining it.

"You don't know me, I don't know you, so why do you like me?" His voice sounded genuinely curious. I rounded on him.

"I don't know, okay? There is no was for me to stop liking someone. It just happens..." I looked back at the wall, my face cherry tomato red now.

He hummed and the sand loosened, setting me back on the ground. I sighed and bowed low, my waist bent at 90 degrees.

"Forgive me Lord Kazekage-sama, for I have taken up much of your precious time. With permission, I would like to leave this village to keep on my travels." the blush from my cheeks disappeared as I spoke. I stayed in a bow, waiting for him to speak and dismiss me.

"You will stay in this village, were I can keep an eye on you."

I stood straight, a snarl on my lips. "That's outrageous! I want to leave, but you have the nerve to keep me here. A thief, where I could steal anything and get away with it!" I yelled at him fiercely. He simply blinked at me and went back around his desk and sat in his spiny chair. He picked up his pen that he had dropped and began writing on the documents stacked on his desk. I stomped my foot, which I'll admit was a childish act, but he is ignoring me.

"Fine, be that way. Jackass." I mumbled the last word to myself, spin on my heel and walk towards the door. Before I make it a two whole steps, I'm thrown to the ground. I land hard on my right shoulder, a strangled cry leaving me and my eyes squeezing shut. Hands press down on my shoulders, driving my back flat into the hardwood floor. Warm air blew into my face and I squeezed my eyes tighter.

"Tylain." I ignored him and turned my head to the side. "Tylain, look at me." His voice grumbled in anger.

"No!"

"Why not?" He sounded aggravated.

"Because you'll yell at me! Plus you can't make me do anything I don't want to."

Gaara sighed and shifted his hands to the floor next to me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to frighten you. Will you forgive me?"

"I-" The door behind my head opened with a loud crash. I tilted my head back to look to see the cause. A figure in black with a hood on his head that had little triangles attached to it stood in the doorway. He had purples lines on his face, and a cocky look about him. His lips transformed into a smirk the longer he looked at us.

"She's hot. Nice job, little brother." He cackled, leaning against the door frame for support.

I looked up at Gaara, wondering who that this was. Gaara's eyes held a venomous look as he stared at the man in the door way. His jaw clenched and his left eye twitched.

"Kankuro..." His voice grew louder as he spoke. "Die!"Gaara's arm flung out towards the man named Kankuro Sand hurtled towards him. Kankuro's eyes grew wide before he quickly scrambled away. The crashed after him, smashing into walls along the way. A loud voice echoed through the building.

"Get some, Gaara!" It was quickly followed by a girly scream. My face flushed a deep red at the mans words. I peeked back up at Gaara. His eyes were still trained towards the door with a killing intent. His body quivered slightly and his cheeks bones had a faint dusting of pink. With my hands clenched to my chest, I cleared my throat. He glanced down at me, his face growing brighter.

" I'm sorry about that. That was my older brother, Kankuro. He's very... immature for his age." He shifted his weight and sat down to the side of me, his left leg stayed draped over my own. I stayed laying down but tilted my head to the side to look at him.

"I can tell, but how can he be your older brother? You look older to me."

" I appreciate it, but he is the older one by about a year. I also have an older sister who is two years older.

I 'hummm'ed and sat up, his leg still draped over mine. We sat there for a few minutes, saying nothing. I peeked at Gaara out of the corner of my eyes, his face was pushed into a scowl and his eyes deep in thought. My head tilted to the side, a confused look on my face.

"What's wrong? You seem to be having an internal conflict with your self..." I spoke softly. His eyes fixed on my face, searching for something.

"I don't know what this is, what it means. He's growling, but not in a threatening way. Like he... enjoys... your company." Gaara paused for a moment, eyes unfocused for a few seconds. When he looked back up at me his gaze was filled with unknown emotions. "He want to protect you and keep you as his own."

A faint blush appeared on my cheeks. "You mean Shakaku, your demon?"

He nodded his head, eyes still swirling with emotion. My cheeks reddened to a candy apple color and I giggled behind my hand.

"It's funny he would say that." Gaara frowns and tilts his head to the left.

" What makes you say that?"

"You really wanna know why he's saying that?" I ask. Gaara stares blankly at me. I giggle again but it has a slight meow to it. "Shakaku says that because i'm part Neko."