Gaara opened his eyes and found his self lying on a hospital bed. The Jounins silently sighed in relief as they dispelled the jutsu. He watched Temari and Kankurou rushed to his side. "Are you okay? What are you feeling? Is something painful?" He sighed at his sister. "I'm fine," the blonde sighed in relief. The Jounins left not short after. "Hey bro," Kankurou's tone was somewhat sad. He looked at him, "It's okay."His sight averted to the window, "I lost…again."
Meanwhile, Isamu sat on her new desk. She was now the newly appointed Kazekage. She sighed as she recalled what happened yesterday.
The moment her knuckles hit his forehead, "Call some Jounins! Quick!" she yelled. His siblings didn't react for awhile but Baki did what Isamu told. After a minute or so, Jounins gathered around them. She immediately did a certain technique to prevent Shukaku from taking over the unconscious Gaara. They teleported to the hospital and the jutsu is still on until he wakes up. They laid him down the bed and Isamu started healing his battered body. After an hour, she was done. All she needs to do is to wait for him to wake up. "You're not resting until he regains his consciousness, understood?" The ninjas nodded, "Hai!"
She glanced at the clock nailed on the wall, exactly 15 minutes before the inauguration. She just slept for 6 hours and she's quite not in the mood for it. "But I can't just cancel this, can I?" She sighed once again and went near to the window. She looked at the Sunagakure and smiled slightly. "It's been 2 years since I left," she whispered.
Knock, knock. She glanced over her back, "Come in." One of the elders along with a Jounin came in. "Isamu-sama, let's go." She nodded, "Hn." She picked up her white and blue Kazekage hat from the desk.
They walked along the empty but fully carpeted halls of the Kazekage tower. Soon, they came to the balcony. She looked at the hundreds of people waiting for their new Kazekage to come out. When they saw her, they were surprised to see a teenage girl. Soon, they began to cheer and clap. The elder raised a hand and the noise ceased. He nodded at Isamu then she stepped forward. "From this day," she smiled confidently, "I swear to protect Sunagakure with all my life." Everyone listened. "Because," she took off her hat, "I'm the Kazekage!" Countless cheers were heard.
Gaara watched her from afar. His teal eyes never leaving her. "Kazekage…"
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A month has passed…
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She looked down at all the paper works. "This is endless," she thought. Then an idea went to her mind. "He-he. Good thing I hang-out with the yondaime before. He usually does this," she grinned. "Kage bunshin no Jutsu!" Out came 5 clones. She stood up and walked towards her replicas. "You do all these paper works accurately for me. I know that you know how to do these, am I right?" she asked. They all nodded, "Hai!" She smiled, "If anything goes wrong with those," she pointed on the mountains of files, "I'll cut my hair short and dye it pink." The clones gasped in horror, "H-Hai! Kazekage-sama! We'll do it perfectly!" She smirked, "Okay. I want these finished as soon as possible, understood?" "HAI!!"
She went out of her office and strolled down the halls for a bit. Soon, "Gah, it's getting boring here!" she thought. "If it weren't for the yondaime, I wouldn't be doing this!" She sneaked away and went to the balcony. She sighed, "At last, a free time out of those horrid papers." Isamu leaned at the railings. The wind blew on her dark locks. "Damn, why does it have to be so sandy here?" she grumbled mentally.
She heard soft footsteps leading to her direction. She didn't even take a look to know who it was. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked. Gaara took some time before he replied, "I was assigned." Isamu turned around. "To what?" The redhead answered, "To be your bodyguard."
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Tock, click, tock, click. She knocked on the door first before entering inside. "What's this?" she asked immediately. It was clear that she was suppressing her anger. "Oh, you must've known already," said an old man. One of the elders. "I don't need back-up," she told him. "He's not a back-up. He's a bodyguard." She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as a vein popped on her forehead. "I don't want a bodyguard." She stated clearly.
The old man sighed, "But the late Kazekages have theirs." "I. Don't. Care." She stated more clearly. "Or you just don't like him?" Her eyes widened, "WHAT?" He simply chuckled, "I see. So you don't like Subaku no Gaara as you bodyguard. Okay, I'll just replace-""Okay, okay! Just shut up because I don't need him to be replaced." He smiled, "Okay Kazekage-sama. He will be with you at, almost, all-times." "What??! No!! I mean, do you doubt my ability as the Kazekage?" "I didn't mean to insult you but no. I don't doubt you. In fact, no one ever did." "So what's the purpose of him?" "Just to heighten up security. The officials, especially the elders chose him since you can control him somehow." She sighed and rubbed her temples. She knew this was 'necessary'. "Fine. I'll be going now." The old man smiled, "Have a nice day Kazekage-sama."
When she got out of the room, she went straight to her office. She slumped down on her seat and rested her elbows on her desk while holding her chin. Why do they have to do this? Are they this against to me as their Kazekage? I can't believe this humiliation! Don't they know that… Don't they know that…- What else? Uhh, Yeah! Don't they know that I'm Isamu the Great? Yeah, they don't know that… yet. Grrrr… and why does it have to be that Subaku no Gaara? What do they think of me? A weak princess guarded by a demon? Oh come on! Give me a break! I'm old enough! I can take care of myself!
She angrily grabbed the tea cup on her desk and smashed it against the wall. "Stupid elders… Those wrinkly old weaklings! They knew nothing but to babble orders! They're really getting into my nerves. They're been irritating me for over a month now!" she grumbled to herself. "Of all people, why him?"
She thought to herself. "Why not him?" She asked herself mentally, "Why don't I like him?" Because he's a demon? No, I don't give a damn of what he is. Because he's famous? No, I don't care of famous people. Because his hair is of your favorite color? No! Damnit! Because he's the powerful jinchuriki and the son of your teacher? So what… Because you are always compared to him? Shut up. Because you know he's always greater than you? I said shut up. I've defeated him! What the heck are you saying?!
She swung her legs on top of the desk and folded her arms across her chest. A memory played on her mind.
"Kazekage-sama! I've mastered chakra control in 1 week!" squeaked a 6 year-old Isamu. The Kazekage looked at her, "Too slow. Gaara finished it in 3 days." Her heart sank. "I'll try harder!" she told herself.
"Kazekage-sama! I finished the technique!" The Kazekage smiled, "So, can you do the level 2 on your own?" he asked. She shook her head sadly. She heard him sigh. "He can do the level 2 and 3 after finishing the level 1. You should've learned it by now." She tried her best not to feel down.
"Kazekage-sama, " the man looked at her. "I discovered a technique on my own." "You should because Gaara have created more than 3 jutsus now." She frowned when she ran to the practice area. "He seemed not so happy with my accomplishments and tends to praise that demon kid." She growled, "I hate Gaara!"
"I may have won against him but," she smiled sadly, "Kazekage-sensei was not there to witness." She lived her life hating Gaara and will do anything just to have him lower than her. She traveled the world and tried to learn new techniques, and even mastering medical ninjutsu. She hated his arrogant smirk, his cocky attitude and his confident poses. He hated his cold demeanor and his demon inside. She hated his talent of manipulating sand. She can control the fire, water and wind but not earth. And that's just what she needed to surpass him.
Now, they're putting him near her every day. Now, she'll see his pale emotionless face every day. And it just angered her more and more. She closed her eyes.
Pearly black eyes shot open and her lips were tugged up into a smirk,
"I'll make his life miserable."