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Chapter 4
Differences: Part 1
The moon shone brightly in the night sky as Gaara brushed a hand through his striking red hair, fighting his insomnia another night. He leaned against the tree as he thought of his students. All his students worked together brilliantly. No one controlled anyone, and the arguments were either all playful or over the silliest of things.
Matsuri was becoming better and better at weaponry, but was still a little reluctant to use them, but Gaara didn't blame her. Matsuri was like the mother of the team, always quick to end arguments or calm someone else down. She was quite protective of the other team members, too, going so far to actually kick another Suna Ninja for going to hit Sari. Matsuri was lacking in taijutsu, but, with help, she'd become one of the best. Gaara was sure of it.
Sari, the youngest of six and the happiest of them all, was the best at taijutsu. Whenever she punched or kicked, her long brown hair stood out and her light brown eyes glinted mischievously. Sari was like the rebellious but protective sister of the group; she acted like she didn't care about the others, but when the time called, she'd be right there, defending her teammates.
Ittetsu, a young boy who liked to wear his headband over his head of chocolate brown hair, was best at ninjutsu. His skill was amazing. Ittetsu cared deeply for his teammates, already warming up to Amy. Ittetsu's skills in genjutsu were very bad, but he was training very hard, refusing to take breaks even when Gaara asked him personally.
Amy, his newest student, was best at genjutsu. Over the three days he trained with Amy, he learned Amy had countless creations of genjutsu (from discoloured surroundings to hellish situations) and how her father trained her in genjutsu. Her all time favourite casting was Joker's Hold. Even though she was new, all his students were warming up to her.
It might have been because of how mysterious yet genuinely kind she was, or the fact that she had such exotic looks. Her hair reminded him of the black parts of the sky, and he liked to watch her practice taijutsu (even if she was dreadfully horrible at it) because of how it liked to whip around. Whenever he teased her, her eyes would spear him as if the icy blue in her eyes had sharpened itself instantaneously.
"They're all so different," Gaara murmured under his breath as he looked to the stars. "Just like the stars." He stared at the clusters of the hot gases, thinking about how their families must be like. He smirked when he thought of his own brother and sister.
Family...
Gaara couldn't help but think about Amy's last fight, his mind drawn to the ruthless way that Amy's sister—Haruka?— fought. He remembered the way she seemed to smirk every time she managed to inflict some amount of pain on Amy and how she jumped straight into attacking her.
It shook him to the core. Was that how Amy's entire family treated her?
A piercing scream cut through the night air, forcing Gaara out of his thoughts as he recognized the sound.
Amy...