Author's Note: Sooooo it's been a while. Going through a writers and artist block at the moment. Please tell me if you guys notice any mistakes. I'll try to upload on Monday in 2 weeks. Hopefully the writers block would go away by then. Also if anyone knows how to cure a writers blocks please contact me I could use the help.

Ichi whined once more as he sat on the hardened ground. His other two teammates couldn't blame him. Isao was just seconds away from joining in. The mission they had just come from involved chasing after a rogue nin that had stolen a priceless Buddhist relic. They thought it was easy enough until the rogue nin turned out to be an ex-elite jounin with 2 chunin as his goonies. Ichi eerily stopped his whining, causing Hekima and Isao to turn to him. Ichi held a finger to his tilted head.

"Ano, what happened to sensei?"

Both of them sweatdropped at Ichi's question. " He went to file the report and announced it before he left five minutes ago. Should we take you to the hospital? Maybe that hit on the head was much harsher than we thought." Isao said concerned.

Hekima walked on as Isao tried convincing Ichi to go to the hospital. Her being there would be no help anyway. Ichi and Isao still keep her at arm's length, not that she's been trying to get on their good side anyway. She knew they still thought of her as weaker/lesser; however that may just be the misogynist attitude that they have been raised with. So she didn't take it personally, and could care less about what they think.

A warm breeze cupped her tanned face and played with her curly dark strands. She looked ahead as she walked and barely paid any mind to the vendors as she walked down the main road. She slipped her backpack off one shoulder as she approached her house. Her dads call kept her from marching right up the stairs and taking a cold shower.

"Hai" she responded.

"Go shower and get ready" He ordered.

"Huh" she stammered.

Apparently the conversation was over already because he started walking away. Her mother saw her and grimaced. Although Hekima observed that the look was not meant for her. Her mother eyes looked glazed over and the smooth skin of her forehead wrinkled.

"Mom?" she questioned.

"Go shower, I laid out your Kimono on your bed. Call me when your done so I can do your hair.

"What's going on?" Hekima asked.

"I'll tell you later, go shower" her mother whispered.

To say that Hekima is worried about her mother was an understatement. The woman was always reserved and proper and held an emotionless mask. The only time she's seen that look on her mom's face was when one of them got sick. WIth one more look at her mom Hekima walked up the steps, dropped her backpack into her room and took a short shower. Worry and anxiety forced her to rush her shower time. Her skin tinted pink from scrubbing so hard and it took alot to turn her tanned shin into pink. Wrapping a towel around her head and body, she walked into her room. From the sound of it all of her other sister are already home.

The peach colored silk kimono sat softly against her skin. She wrapped the obi as best as she could and called for her mom. The woman glided into the room and took in her daughters image. Her smile small she approached her daughter.

"I knew peach would look good on you" She murmured as her hand grazed the kimono sleeve. " you need to learn how to do your Obi properly"

Her mom untied the Obi and masterfully tied it. The woman has five girls, of course she's a master at such a thing. The next 10 minutes were spent with her mom combing through her curly mess. She winced as her mom showed no mercy, especially when she coiled the brown frizz into an extremely tight bun.

"So…" Hekima started.

"Hm"

"Do you mind enlightening me on what's happening?" Hekima questioned.

The older woman had her hand delicately placed under Hekima's chin as she turned her face one way and another.

"They're announcing the new Kazekage" She stated.

"Oh" Hekima breathed.

She already knew not to ask who had been chosen as their new leader. Having an idea of who it might be. Hekima understood her mom mood. With a sign her mom left. Hekima finally got the chance to look into her mirror as her mom left to check on everybody else.

Her round face stuck out more now that her curly brown hair is out of the way. Most of her sisters' shared the same round shape, similar tanned skin and gray eyes. Hekima's eyes were more narrow compared to her sisters and was the only sister in the family that inherited their dads curly hair. There had been many times that she's been mistaken as Asa or Megumi. Although Namika would always tell Hekima that she's the prettiest. Hekima always denied that statement. To her, Asa would always be considered as the prettiest since she resembles their mom the most. And that woman is one of the most beautiful women in Sunagakure.

"Girls come downstairs"

Hekima stood with the rest of the important clans of the Sand Village. They all looked the same with expensive kimonos/Yukatas, posh appearance and grim looks. Although a handful of the younger generation held a look of uncertainty. Hekima peered at the second tallest building in the sand village. Made of compressed sand blending in with the terrain. There's no architectural significant other then that fact that it's the second tallest building in this village. With a crowd of villagers staring intensely at the young man on top.

He contrasted against the people that surrounded him. Their wrinkled faces, tall stature and dull coloring is the opposite of the young man's bright red hair, aquamarine eyes and pale skin. The few characteristics that the young man had in common was a stone hard look and authoritative atmosphere. This young man is to be their leader, someone who just barely turned 14. The dull colored people, who are supposed to be the advisors as the elders of the village, are allowing this to happen. Despite the grim and unhappy faces that looked up at them.

One of the elders spoke up and started the inauguration. Even with the help of a microphone his voice is muffled and low. The only sound coming through is the occasional cough coming from him.

"I can't hear a thing"

"Me neither"

"I want to go home "

"Me too, why are we even here?"

"Girls! Quite"

Hekima couldn't blame them. Everybodies mood is just terrible, today is extremely humid and no one can even hear the old man speak. Surely one of the other elders could have done the inauguration speech. She took a moment to look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hiroto but had no such luck. Her attention returned to the elder as he finished off the speech. Then he spoke.

"I accept"

Two very simple words. So very loud and clear. Hekima couldn't help but let those words and his raspy voice repeat in her head. Its official now. At first Hekima didn't know what to think about Gaara no Sabaku becoming Kazekage but now that it's official. Now that it's real. She could only think of reasons of why Gaara-sama should not be Kazekage. He's killed too many people. Who's to say he hasn't stopped killing. He's young and inexperienced. Heck he might turn out to be just like his dad. This is a mistake. Hekima's mouth thinned as her eyes narrowed at the redhead. She heard her family's footsteps start to descend away. With one last look at the young leader she turned and followed her family home.