Sakura, Kakashi and Naruto were more than glad to finally get into then village. People rushed over to meet the new comers and see if they brought anything with them. Sakura looked over the dirty people and wondered what life must be like out here where the dunes rolled like hills. Naruto had given her his goggles since here's were lost in the sands after the attack, a gift she was thankful for as the glass was tinted so you could not see where she was looking, giving her the freedom to stare is she wished and mull about her thoughts.
The elders approached Kakashi with welcoming words and greetings, eager to meet them and hear news of the world outside Gaara's domain.
Naruto stayed next to Sakura and was less subtle with his curiosity, asking questions and loving the attention brought to him, yet it didn't go over his head how people seemed to also fear him and Sakura, being of mutant nature this was normal, but still saddening.
A disturbance in the crowd drew everyone's attention as Gaara approached and the crowd parted out of his way like Moses and the Red sea. The man looked over everyone, not bothering to give the elders their usual death glare as he was preoccupied with the new comers in front of him.
Naturally his gaze went to the eldest, Kakashi and looked him over, the cloak hid much of his body but what wasn't covered of his face was noticeable. He had one eye covered leading Gaara to assume he had lost the other, his hair was white so another assumption could be made Kakashi might be a mutant but he felt no power from him. Gaara was slightly curious of him but labeled him as another lesser mutant, a person which had been mutated but to no great benefit.
Naruto was closest to him from there, and upon actually looking he realized he knew him. Not closely but he knew who he was. They had attended different schools but when a storm had damaged Naruto's school the students were temporarily sent to new locations. Naruto had been an outcast like him, but they never took the time to know each other and even now Gaara had really no interest in him. Well, none he'd openly admit. He did know that he was supposed to be an upper class demon like himself but he seemed more harmless then the elder man who was eyeing him carefully.
Finally the last person was the female, presumably the one the elders had told him he was to mate. The biggest thing that stood out on her was the pink hair, a mutation or dye he didn't know. He hadn't bothered to learn her name at the meeting and even now he didn't really care to know. But what did interest him was the mystery she carried. He couldn't see her eyes right now which irked him and the cloak hid her body so he had no idea what else she looked like. He could also feel something on her but he didn't know what and it certainly didn't feel threatening. It excited and angered him knowing one of them stopped his sands but he didn't know who, they all seemed just so weak.
"This is Gaara of The Sands, Gaara this is Kakashi, Naruto, and Sakura of Konoha." Said one elder stepping forth to introduce the group, Sakura had been looking over the Sand Demon so awhile and he seemed irked with her. Why she didn't know but wasn't in the mood to trifle with him and hoped it would pass. She didn't like him, he was dangerous she knew and he felt it too, she had no idea what he was capable of.
She took off her goggles and his eyes snapped right to her looking right in her eyes. It took her off guard at first but locked eyes with him all the same. The act felt challenging she knew, and was probably taken that way, a dangerous and foolish thing for anyone to do with a high class demon. But she did it all the same because it seemed like the right thing to do as crazy as it sounded to her logical brain. It was like he was daring her to shy away like everyone else, daring her to creep behind the others and submit. He was calling her weak with his eyes.
And she didn't like it.
She wasn't going to challenge him, no, but she was standing her ground. She was going to show this punk she wasn't some wussy little girl. She was strong and destructive and she would damn well let it be known that while she might not have the raw natural power he did, she was smart enough to not need it.
Gaara was impressed; she was actually standing up to him. Normally in less than half a second a person with sense would be backing off and cowering like many of the people near him. Yet here she was, a little girl matching his gaze, this changed things. He wasn't sure if he was pleased to find somebody who could look match his gaze but what he did know was he did want to make her back down. Remind her who he was.