Disclaimer: Yeah. I uhm… don't own Naruto and stuff. So uh. Yeah.

Naruto: ON WITH THE STORY.

Gaara: Holy crap. When did you get here?

Naruto: I've always been here! BELIEVE IT.

Oookayy…

Sachi was not the most patient little girl in Sunagakure ( A/N The Sand Village, re-tard) and she certainly had become fed up with waiting to see her brother. She was in the sand village, or at least that's what she saw on all the headbands when she ran outside for a breath of fresh air, and she certainly wasn't from here. She was from the… well… she couldn't really remember. What village was she from?

"Gaara…" Sachi said quietly- the first quiet thing she had done all of that day- "Where did you… well… where did you find me?"

"Outside?" He said "You were just sorta… lying there." Sachi's impatience returned.

"Well of course you found me outside, silly!" she said ,trying to keep her voice level "But was it in this village?" Gaara looked down again.

"I wasn't there… Yashamaru was out on a mission in the Village Hidden In The-"

"Yashamaru?!" Sachi asked "Who in the world is Yashamaru?" As if on cue, an adult shinobi walked in. He had dirty blonde hair and a somewhat cheerful look on his face.

"Why hello there Gaara! I see our guest has woken up." He said with a small smile and a sing-song voice. Sachi looked at him wearily. She and Gaara exchanged a glance, telling Sachi this was Yashamaru.

-S A C H I ' S D R E A M-

Sachi was wearing a cute little pink dress her mother had bought her when she was a bit younger. It was her favorite thing to wear (not like she had much else to wear) It was very special to her, and she felt like a princess when she wore it.

Sachi had very long black hair, reaching to just below her shoulders. She had plain brown eyes, with no particular exciting features. Her brother, she remembered, could make his eyes turn red during combat. She had tried several times, but she could not. She did, however, have one ability she shared with her brother- Suffering Transfer No Jutsu. She shared this ability with her mother as well, so it was clearly in her mother's blood. Her brother always told her about how she would someday be able to do the… what did he call it? The Sharingon.

Sachi twirled around in the pink dress again and again. She was at her neighbors house, because her mother had gone to work, and her brother was on yet another date.

She was excited, because in just a few days, she would be turning five. Her mother would take them out to eat, and Sachi would get to pick the place. Sachi didn't like going out to eat, because people sometimes gave her dirty looks, but it was nice being with her mom and Dai. Then, they'd go home and maybe play a game in the back yard. Almost 1 year ago, on her 4th birthday, her mother had given her this dress. She still fit in it.

Sachi also found out about her Suffering Transfer No Jutsu on her 4th birthday. Her brother had tripped when they were playing tag, and he had a small cut on his knee. Sachi had felt terrible, and she wished the pain would go away from him. Then, a hand sign appeared in her head. She had never performed a handsign before, but she did it nevertheless. And she saw the wound slowly disappearing. She was so thrilled! But then the wound appeared, an exact image in her hands. She didn't know what to do with it. she was holding a bloody cut! What was she, a 4 year old, supposed to do? She tried to wipe it off on her knee, but the second it touched her skin, it appeared there! She was terrified. She had just taken her brother's pain and put it on herself!

Later, she learned she could do this with emotional pain. She also found she could move the pain, not just to herself, but to perhaps throw it at an opponent. If there was nothing nearby, it would have to go on her, or it would begin to damage her hands.

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