After climbing 2 flights of stairs, they went inside a room which had a brown door. A few plants, a red leather sofa, a dark wooden desk and 2 dark chairs filled the spacious room. A breeze blew delicately through the open floor length windows, which opened to a terrace.
"You know, sooner or later you'll have to tell me why you're here." said Gaara, sitting down on the big chair behind his desk.
Reiyka sighed. "Well if you really must know," she began slowly, walking around the room looking at stuff. "I left my village to find some change in my life… I mean," she looked at Gaara. "You must feel bored of the same routine over and over again… you wake up, remember you're this 'famous' person, supposed to do this and that…"
To her, Gaara's expression looked like he didn't get what she was saying. Actually, she couldn't really tell. "You know, you're not allowed this, you have to do that… it's so frustrating! And I don't really have that many friends…"
"Aren't your mother and father probably looking for you?" butted Gaara. "What will they say if they found out you're not home?"
Reiyka smirked. "Hah. Fat chance. Dad's always away at work. And my mom…" she trailed off. She turned so that her back faced Gaara. "Well, she's dead already." She started walking around again.
Gaara was surprised. Somehow… this girl was like him…
"You've got nothing to worry about." Reiyka continued. "This is the last place they'll look for me. It won't be for another 2 months before my dad returns to Glass and finds me gone. And by that time, I could leave this place already." Reiyka turned her face to him, smiling a bit. My plan is foolproof, she thought.
"Or," Gaara said, looking her in the eye. "I could turn you in."
Reiyka spun around. "W-What?!" she stammered.
"Imagine, if Glass authorities are looking for you," he said. "They could have a monetary reward… which could be good for our village…"
"You-you can't do that!" said Reiyka, taking a step backward in alarm. He continued to look straight at her. He seemd so cold that she felt disgusted.
"Yes I can. In fact," He pulled a piece of paper from his desk. "I can send a letter right now." The sooner she'll leave, he thought, the better.
Reiyka strode over in front of him. "Please don't." Gaara didn't seem to hear her. Reiyka touched the piece of paper and it glowed orange before bursting into flames. "I'll do anything." she said. Gaara was stunned.
"I'm sorry. But let me stay. I'll do anything." she repeated pleadingly.
"Anything?" Gaara sensed a hint of desperation in her voice. Reiyka hoped that he didn't imply something by that.
"Ok," he said. He stood up and faced the terrace. "I can't let you out too much, obviously. You've actually endangered Suna for being here. But, here is my condition. Until you leave this village, I will be your master."
"Uh… wait, what do you -"
"You will be my servant." Gaara said, looking over his shoulder. "You'll work for me."
"Are you kidding?" said Reiyka merrily. She fixed her hair with a bandaged hand.
"No." Gaara sat down behind his desk again. "For your first task, carry this gourd back to my house." He motioned to a big cracked container propped on the side of his desk. It had a large brown strap.
Reiyka thought it was weird looking, almost resembling a gourd. "Um, ok then… where will I put it again? Where do you live?"
He looked up at her, like he was surprised she will actually do it. He opened a drawer and pulled out a black key. "It's at the top floor of this building." Her jaw dropped as she took the key. That must be at least 6 flights of stairs! Reiyka thought. "Ok… I guess... I'll get my bag later." she added, depositing her bag on the sofa.
Reiyka took the brown strap that looked like a huge belt with lots of metal buckles. She tugged at it.
Gaara smiled to himself as the gourd didn't budge. He turned his chair around so that she wouldn't see. He felt sure that she'll quit soon.