Ato omoi gotoku retsu tsurete koori
A heart as cold as ice
By Areku1993
Chapter one: And Who Might You Be?
It was during the last tournament during the first chuunin exam when he first saw her. Gaara wasn't particularly interested in the fight between Shikamaru and Temari, which made him eager enough to survgey his surroundings. That was when his eyes fell on her.
She was tall, with piercing red eyes that were fixed on the battle before her. Her hair was such a deep blue it was black, metallic in the half-light of the room. In fact, it looked like it was metallic all around. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly, but she wore all black. A black shirt, black jeans, and her headband around her neck. It was hidden by the high collar. Her shirt was a style somewhat like the Uchiha's.
There was something in the way she held her head high that kept Gaara watching. Something in the way she moved, the way her eyes darted place to place. The way she shifted from foot to foot. The way her hair blew in the air kicked up from the fight.
And suddenly there eyes were locked. There was a split second of surprise from each of them, then a glaring contest began. The girl stared. Gaara stared.
Then the girl winked, cocking her head to one side in the process. She turned her attention back to the fight, allowing Gaara to think.
Now that was unnatural. Girls didn't like Gaara. They feared him. Gaara turned his attention back to the fight, trying to ignore the phenomena that just happened. But his jade eyes once again swiveled to look at her. She was focused on the fight, leaning against the railing, her fingers laced together in a thoughtful gesture. Gaara began to think she was a machine, enormous amounts of binary and mathematics being processed behind those eyes the color of rose petals.
Gaara tore his thoughts from her to talk to the Shukaku.
Why do you keep looking at her? The demon asked curiously.
I honestly don't know. It's something in the way she acts. Gaara replied, crossing his arms. She's all calm and collected, not at all like the other girls. He looked down at his sister and shook his head. She's like a robot with human qualities. Such as thought and feeling.
Maybe she's just strange. The Shukaku suggested.
Maybe.
You're up soon.
Gaara half-smirked to himself. I know. I'm worried the Uchiha won't show.
He will, believe me. Demons can tell.
I'll take your word for it.
Finally, Shikamaru gave up and Temari was the winner.
There was a rumble of "Where's Uchiha?" Through the crowd.
Temari hopped up over the rail and Gaara said, "He'll show. Definitely."
Suddenly there was a rush of leaves down in the arena. Most people stepped back, thinking someone could be invading.
But it was just Kakashi and Sasuke.
"You're name?" Gemma asked.
"Uchiha Sasuke."
Gaara's eyes shot to the girl again. Her eyes were narrowed, her knuckles white, tightly clenched around the railing. He'd never seen a girl grip anything like that.
Finally his eyes shot to the Uchiha, glaring into those eyes black like obsidian. Naruto and the Uchiha shared some last words, and then Naruto ran back up to the stands. Gaara looked back along the railing, and the girl was gone.