Part 2:

I opened my eyes and pushed my mess of blonde hair out of my eyes. Looking around I realized that someone must have found me during the storm and taken me to their home. I sat up and stretched my arms up, the bone in my neck and back clicking with sweet relief. A sigh left my lips before I rolled off the side of the couch onto all fours, than stood up.

Taking a closer inspection, that room was bare with only a TV and the couch that I had just rolled off of. The floors were wood planks and the walls were made of sun baked sand. I shook out clothes, sand dropping free and forming little dunes at my feet. Shaking my hair out for good measure, I called out, my voice ringing through the house.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

I got no reply from a person but my stomach decided to answer for me, the damn bottom-less pit. Sighing, knowing that it won't shut up until it's happy, I searched for a kitchen in this place. I walked down a hall that lead from the living room and actually ended up in the kitchen. Humming, I raided the place; opening cabinets and drawers, pushing things aside. Finally I found what would make my tummy happy and content. It tasting good was just a plus in my book. My mouth watered at the sight of the Styrofoam cup that had the word 'RAMEN' printed on the side in bold red letters.

My only problem... I couldn't reach it. No matter how high I stretched or jumped, I just couldn't reach the damn cup. I was very infuriating. I stomped my foot and crossed my arms, pouting. Looking back up at the oh-so-yummy Ramen, I pondered a way to get to it.

To bad my pondering was cut short when I was suddenly lifted into the air. A high pitched squeal escaped my lips from surprise, my body squirming around harshly. I hate, absolutely HATE getting picked up at random.

When I was set down, I spun to around to face my pick-up culprit. A red haired boy stood in front of me, him being so tall I had to look up to see his eyes. What marvelous eyes they were, a bright but faded teal color, that black rings around his eyes making them stand out that much more. In the corner of his forehead, the word love was written. I narrowed my eyes at the handsome beast in front of me.

"Just what do you think you're doing lifting me up without me consent? Especially when you don't know me? Who the hell are you anyways!?" I ranted, saying it all in one breath. He blinked and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You wanted food, so I was helping. And I'm the owner of this house, Gaara of the Sand. The Kazekage of this village." His voice was ruff and low. My eyes widened and I fell back into eh counter, shocked. Slowly I slid to the floor, confused at his actions.

A hissing sound filled the air, and suddenly I was being lifted, again, but this time by sand. I gasped as it set me back of my feet, then traveled down my body and disappeared through the cracks of the floor. Gaara's and my eyes connected before I dropped my gaze and bowed low at the waist, my hair shielding me.

"Forgive me lord Kazekage, I did not know. I've heard rumors that you were young but nothing of what you looked like." I rose from my bow but kept my head lowered. "Thank you for taking me in Milord, I will be eternally grateful. How can I ever repay you for saving my life?"

I felt the sand creep back up my legs and torso, my spine tingling. Damn my being extremely ticklish. My feet lifted off the ground, I sucked in a breath. Fingers slid under my chin so my eyes meet Gaara's. The sand had raised me up enough so that I was level with him.

"There is nothing to repay me for, you are my guest. And I would appreciate it if you called me by my name. Since you are my guest, it would be nice to know yours." Gaara's voice was slow and direct. I swallowed, my heart beating fast.

"Tylain Slivertongue, but people call me Lain, Ty or Fish." My cheeks heating up slightly. Gaara cocks his head to the side.

"Why fish?" His voice genuinely confused. I cleared my throat.

"When I was little, a friend and I were playing in a stream, trying to catch a silver fish we saw. He tried first, but he could never get it. When I tried I got it right away. He got mad at me and tried to take the fish from me but I ran, and he never could catch me. When we lay down in the grass next to the river after running around, he gave me this nickname fish because I was quick like one. I just accepted it and laughed, but now that I think back on my life I find that that statement is true. Whenever I was bullied by bigger kids I would run away and they could ever catch me either. As I got older I only got faster, so if anybody I don't want to catch me, cant." My face flushed, I pulled my chin away from his finger and looked at the wall to my left.

The sand set me down again, as Gaara stepped closer. I closed my eyes and waited, maybe a bit scared. A soft click sounded behind me and the eat form Gaara's body left. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Gaara at the door looking over his shoulder back at me.

"For you, I know you hungry." He nodded his head and left. Now I looked over my shoulder to see a Ramen cup sitting on the table. A grin split my lips and I took off running down the hall to the living room and out the front door. I ran down another hall and down some stairs. Rounding a corner, I saw Gaara as he was walking away. He must have heard my footsteps because he turned around as I launched myself at him.

My arms wrapped themselves around his neck and my legs around his hips. Gaara stumbled back a few steps at my sudden attack, his hands ended up resting on my upper thighs.

"Thank you!" I shouted in his ear. As quick as I had jumped on him, I let go. My feet hit the ground and I rolled in a backwards summersault. Springing to my feet, I raced back up the stairs to my delicious ramen. A faint chuckle followed my retreat.