This is just great. I believe there's a difference between shitting your pants and shitting yourself. Don't you?
Right now, as I moved forward toward the Kazekage's enourmous desk, I was doing the latter. Yes, I'm freaking shitting myself with all the nonsense that's bopping inside my already-populated mind!
What if I get categorized as a pussy and get sent out to die in the desert plains? What if the Kazekage, for some unexplainable reason, decides to go all roar crazy on me and bites my curly head off? Or, or, what if Temari's huge hands snap close on my thin neck and crack! What will I do then? Huh?
I can't believe it; I'm going senile.
The Kazekage sits on a lush chair that looks as if it could hold an elephant's weight and envelopes the man to a reduced figure. I have the sudden want to cuddle within those cushions...
"What is it?" the Kazekage asks without looking up from his paperwork. His worn hand scratches and scribbles incoherent chicken scratch that I can't believe is actually legible. His robes are specable, shadowing only under the man's unruly brown hair. I look up from his neat piles of scrolls on the off side of a cabinet and find myself confronting the golden scrutinizing eyes of the Kazekage.
So much for observation.
I guls loudly and sweat, the smelly odor drifting only into my nostrils. Kankuro grunts and replies to his father, "This foreigner was found looming aside the Gates. We believe her to be an intruder." Shiort and to the point. Temari nods her comfirmation.
The Kazekage finally gazes at us, his penetrating look boring holes into my forehead. I remember I have some zits there and quickly close my lids to avoid firther embarassment. Suddenly, just as fast as one could say "Sunagakure", Kankuro's leading me forward, right at the foot of the desk.
I glance around with my opened eyes and notice Temari stayed put alongside of the door. It was as if she was truly a guard jailing me in. I shuddered mentally, relieved beyond doubt that I was probably putting that off as my imagination. Or maybe not.
"Who are you?" that cold voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Who am I?
"I'm no one," I say. Kankuro snorts quietly behind me, and I suddenly wish to choke those words down my throat. No one! Great job at making yourself look imponent and strong, Sam. As if my sweat wasn't enough of a glowing sign of "weakling"! I nodded my head to indicate I was done speaking, and the Kazekage let out a deep breath.
"Who are you?" he barked out forcefully. I wanted to shrink, dig a hole in the ground and rot there until the apocalypse of the world sighted me out of the Earth. However, I wasn't an ostrich by any traits or characteristics; I had to answer. "I'm no one."
The Kazekage thumped his fist on the desk, making a few scrolls and brushes roll onto the spotless ground in the process, but he didn't seem to care; he was glaring daggers at me. "I didn't ask that," he began slowly, as if he didn't trust his own voice," and I won't ask again. One. Two. Thr-"
"Father!" Temari interrupted his countdown. She had broken into a cold sweat and was gripping my gaunt shoulder painfully with her large hand. "Father," she calmed down a bit. "This foreigner clearly has something to hide. Let me or Kankuro guide her to Mizuka, for further interrogation, and the-"
"Was I directing to you?" the Kazekage spoke in a lower tone than before. Dangerous. Chilling, even. The wind mistress flinched a bit, but she quickly composed herself as she stood straight againdt her father's coldness. I guess she was used to it. How sad, when a child is accostumed to abuse...
I got over my pity towards the blond, though, when she literally pushed me against the hard edge of the desk. "No, Kazekage-sama. But I was speaking for the people of Sunagakure in handeling a threat."
"I handle threats, Temari." She shook her head, her pigtails swishing from side to side frantically. "Kazekag-" "No." She kept quiet from then on. The Kazekage turned to mr again, this time more determined to get a real response from me, and I suddenly felt an unnatural breeze jaunt the atmosphere.
"Well?" his brilliantly bright eyes looked deeply into mine. I sweated a bit more.
"I'm no one...who's lost."
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"I can't believe you got away with that, brat," Kankuro muttered distractedly at me. "I just can't believe it."
I wanted to somewhat comfort him that I couldn't believe my luck either, but I kept my mouth shut; after all, I think the Kazekage'd liked my silence. Temari was still gripping me, but not as tightly as she had been before. Kankuro was just staggering, more than a bit put out by my side.
The Kazekage, leader of Sunagakure, and Father of the Monster of the Sand, thought I was an animal expert. Or, so I suppose. In reality, a demented smile had creeped upon his lips as I'd told him some of my past; not including I was from a different dimension where I knew all about the future, of course. That was a no-brainer.
"I'm no one who had a life far from here in a natural area. I'm no one who only lived for agriculture and farmland. I'm no one that you know."
I'd written a similar style of the whole 'I'm no one" anecdote for an English project, so I was pretty sure of what I'd say when I said it. This, obviously, was incredibly stupid of me ,seeing as the Kazekage was no teacher and I was by no means his pupil. This wasn't a trial and error class; here, if I messed up, I'd get a muchseverer consequense than writing a few lines in detention.
It was only until I was exiting the Kage Tower that I realized I'd gotten a "D" on that assignment.
"I can't believe it," Kankuro grumbled again. Yeah, bud, neither can I. Now, due to my 'past in a high rural zones', I'm off to see the only creature Sunagakure has ever had trouble from (not counting the plague of desert rats, of course) and wanted to have tamed by a wild tropical girl: Sabaku no Gaara.
I wasn going to die, one way of another.