The sun shone in my eyes as it peaks through the window, morning already? Back home it would have been like any other weekend I suppose. All the running around and work. It would be relaxing, reading something and taking notes. With very few responsibilities looming over my shoulders, very few deadlines to meet, and yet here there is that and much more.

The sun may shine brighter, the air filling my lungs with each breath healthier than back home, with less pollution. But it seems every morning I wake up in this scorching heat beating down on my olive skin I see myself feeling more and more so at home with the feeling of being away from home.

With the people around me here seeming to be more inviting than the ones at home. More open with strangers and, in a word, more trusting. I live in a day and age where no one will ever trust the other, with everyone turned against each other. Not willing to trust even the closest to your heart. Casting aside the trust for others to pick up along their way. While others, they cast their hearts aside and isolate themselves away from the general public. Letting little into their hearts and letting few into their lives, I used to be one of these types of people.

"No, don't move." Gaara hides his eyes in the crook of my neck. We had fallen asleep last night in the same bed. I guess we never realized how tired we actually were until the time came.

Another day brings about more changes, more obstacles, and many more problems. All of which we will have to fight as a village. With the incoming fight everyone seems to be doing the best they possibly can. And in the blink of the eye I can suddenly be transported back to my time. A time so different, a time of great technological advancement. This place seems so much simpler, so much easier. But I suppose if I actually think about it I never really fit in my time. I've always been a person of history, of the past, while back in my time, they look toward the future and development. Not of history.

"Gaara, we need to get up."

"I know." He huffs. He shifts his weight and slowly rolls off the bed, his feet planted on the ground.

"It will soon be over with, I'm sure."

"I hope, the sooner the villagers don't need to live in fear."

"Or maybe it's you who is the one living in fear." I say as I join Gaara. He looks at me, not saying anything. Just looking at me with his dark rimmed eyes, just making me wonder what he's going to say to me. Will he get mad, or will he… he's just unpredictable.

"I live in constant fear." He turns and walks out of my room. Nothing can go right for me can it? I guess I'll have to resort to something else, if I want to be of any use in this upcoming battle. I only have one choice.

I knock on the wooden door.

"What the hell do you want?" Temari asks.

"Look, I know you hate me. I know you don't approve of me and you sure as hell don't approve of me being in a relationship with Gaara. I've said this once and I'll say it again, I'm here to stay. And I don't want to be that girl who just hides when danger comes. I need to work a lot with my charka control and with my fighting. I've not only witnessed, but I've also been told you're a hell of a fighter. The reason I'm here is to ask you if you have the time, and could possibly be willing to train me while Gaara is busy and dealing with Kazekage responsibilities at the moment."

"Wow Kayla, I'm surprised. You having the guts to come to me for training. Why not Kankuro?"

"Well I wanted to ask you."

"But you and Kankuro get along, we don't."

"That's my point, if we can't work together, how will we ever be able fight along side each other in a battle and listen to each other if we don't even make an effort to at least get along and actually work together now?"

"But still, Kankuro."

"His puppets creep me out."

"See that's the honesty."

"Look, will you help me out or not?"

"Yeah. I'll train you. But it won't be easy, and I won't be nice."

"Give me all you've got. Deal?" I ask, extending my hand.

"Deal." She shook my hand "We start in an hour."

"Get up! Now! Hurry!" Temari orders. My weak bones bring me up to my feet again. "No enemy will ever wait for you to catch your breath!" she blows me to the ground again. "Up!"

"I'm trying too!" I hiss.

"Don't talk back, now get up!"

"Wouldn't this work better if you I don't know give me help on say defense? And Charka, not just making me hit my face to the ground each time?" I almost yell.

"I teach my way you can teach your own way!" she crouches down to me.

"What type of weapons are you familiar with?"

"Weapons?"

"Yes, you know the sharp thing-ies that hurt your enemies."

"I know what the hell they are!" I hiss "They just don't like me."

"How the hell can an inanimate object hate you?"

"They backfire."

"No you just can't control it properly."

"Sounded better to me when it hated me" I mumble to the soft, warm sand.

"Maybe to you, but us professionals use control and self discipline, something you'll have to work hard on."

"Oh will you stop under-minding me already? Do you seriously think I that I'm trying to get the attention? I don't want to! I don't want to have to deal with every single person hating me just because I speak my mind. You may think that I think so highly of myself, that I see myself above you in status or what not! I don't, I seriously don't! All I want to do is just work. Work for my money. Work for the people of Suna, I want to help people, I always have wanted too. But you and many others like you are making that a hell of a lot difficult! You…" I pause, getting to my feet "You and others are so against me being here. I never asked to come here, I never asked for the blaring heat on my skin, or any of the responsibilities that have been given to me. But you know what? That scorching sun has become something I look forward too. And the responsibilities I have are welcomed, because it means I get to help people who may have it worse than me. So I don't know what the hell you think I've done to you to make you hate me, but cut it out."

"Don't talk to your superiors like that!" she hisses her golden hair swaying as she moves forward.

"You aren't my superior!" I yell "No one is, not you, not Gaara, not anyone else. I am my own person. Do not even pretend for a moment that you can guilt me into becoming submissive to you."

"You can train on your own. If you don't have any respect for those trying to help you, that you'll most definitely get killed in battle. Fighting isn't about your own personal ability; though it does helps a lot to have that. But people work best when they have help. If you aren't willing to give the others around you respect, then you have no right to be a nin!"

"I do have respect! I have respect for you, for many around me. You are the one who isn't willing to accept it! Why do you think I'm trying to get you to help me train? Because you are the best at what you do! Gaara's skill is likely higher than yours, but that's for a reason. I've tried, and tried, and tried to show you the respect I have for you. But no matter what the hell I do, you still reject it and then blame me!"

"If you want me to train you, you need to realize when to shut your mouth."

"I won't, I say what's on my mind and nothing can stop me from doing at when it's a spur of the moment thought. Don't ever tell me when and when not to speak when you are of the same general age as me, don't pretend to be giving yourself a higher status because of age."

"I'm not! It's because I have more experience in the field, I have a higher rank than you."

"Are you going to help me or not?" I ask, doubting at this moment she'll even help at all.

"I shouldn't, I really shouldn't considering what you've said, and the way you acted. But I'm not doing this for me, nor am I doing this for you. I'm doing it for Suna. I'll train you, but learn some more respect."

"Channel your charka to your hand." She tells me "Channel, why aren't you channeling?"

"I am!" I hiss.

"You have very weak charka."

"I know." I say angrily.

"Hm."

"What?"

"When you got angry with me your charka increased, as it does with most. Now, what you should do is just release."

"Huh?" I ask, my hands falling back to my side, she quickly took hold of my wrists and brought them back up.

"Your charka channels through your body. If you are to let go of all your anger that you hold, which by the way is restricting you, then you can more easily transfer your charka to certain places in you body, and outside of your body. If your charka is well formed, and proper, then you can injure your enemies more."

"How does that work?"

"It gives you more strength to your attacks. There's a girl in the Leaf Village who's known for her killer punches. She transfers her chakra to her hand, and upon impact it can break even the strongest ribs as if it were a thin twig."

"Damn, that's scary."

"Now, the sun is setting, you practice, and we'll meet back here tomorrow."

"Good, have better control over your emotions. Be quick" she attacks with a kunai "and on your toes." Her leg sweeps across the golden sands "I said on your toes."

"So not funny."

"No time for snide remarks during battle."

"So many rules." My words dripping like venom. I bring myself to my feet. Her right arm quickly swinging to my face, her left to my stomach. Block the right arm, grab the left, and flip. Her arm comes zooming in on my face, blocked, left quickly grabbed, weight counteracted and flipped.

"Good, but be more careful next time."

"Huh?" her clammy hands grab onto my ankle and twist it, rendering me to fall down.

"Get up." She says, it took her no time at all. "Now!" she barks. I'm tired of it, tired of falling on my face.

"No."

"You won't get any stronger if you just give up!" she yells, "get up and fight!"

"I'm not used to all this fighting! I'm not used to all the hand to hand combat, or this charka control thing! Back home all we have to know fighting for is self defense!" I say with great frustration to her.

"Don't fight with me!" she barks, her eyes slit. "Wait, you mean you don't have any nin's back where you're from?" her hand falling on her hip.

"No! God no! I don't even live in this damn era!" I say in frustration. "Oh shit!" my hands quickly silence my mouth. Great, now she's definitely going to kill me.

"Hm, that would just about explain it. Come with me."

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

"No; not yet at least."

"What? It's still an option?"

"Just follow me will 'ya?" I really don't want to. I hate myself for my short temper.

"In." she points to a dark room, the curtains draping silently over the dusty window frame work. My feet slowly bring themselves to take silent, small steps into the dark, gloomy room.

"Sit." She points to the red chair, with dark cherry wood lion armrests. I look at her wary of her intentions.

"I'm not gonna kill you. I have something to show you."

"Why the hell would you want to show me something?"

"Because, I have too, trust me I wouldn't be doing this voluntarily."

"Well, what is it?"

"This." She hands me the gold rimmed picture frame. "These, are your parents. Well they were. They are from your previous life. I think, I haven't been told much. Most of the secrets go to my brother, Gaara. Not the idiot Kankuro. I was told that in every generation there is a prophecy that is passed down, it's odd really. But supposedly every couple hundred years or so, there is a split in time. There is quite literally a split in the universe that creates it, the fibers unwind. When all the galaxies suns line up, for just a moment, people can be transported from outside of their time era."

"Which is why you questioned when I said I wasn't from this era."

"Well wouldn't you? I mean you stroll in, and then you suddenly take over the damn government!" she huffs as she sits in an identical lounge chair, with the lion's teeth baring in preparation for fight. "But other than that, ugh it had to be you didn't it?" she huffs "Look, it's the same thing every time, its takes seconds to mend itself."

"So, I'm stuck here?"

"No, see time, its different in every era, in every galaxy. It's seconds in space, but only months for us."

"Months?"

"Yeah, this is where it goes bad."

"What the hell happens?" I ask, leaning in, trying intently to hear her faint whispers as they glide on the air.

"You die."

Side note

Sorry for the short chapter. Okay so only one more chapter (this one) before the actual fighting. And some of you may be royally pissed with me when you learn what's going to happen in the next few chapters. So stay turned!