Hello to everyone reading this! I know the first chapter is really short and this one isn't a novel either but I'm doing my best and I hope y'all like it!
His voice talked in monotone as he dragged on about wanting to improve living conditions of the people with less money, but I paid little attention to this because he may believe he understands our situation he doesn't. Sunagakure may not have been a very rich village but very few of us were truly poor and well, I was the poorest, and he didn't know what I had to go through. He asked me to tell him what it was like being so poor and that's where I snapped!
"You wanna know what it is like, I go without eating for days, my mother is barely aware of the world around her, my father left on a ninja mission and never came back! I never get enough food, we starve while you sit in your office with a surplus of food! You live in a house with electricity and air conditioning, we live is an old storage shed barely enough space to hang curtains as our walls!" I forcefully threw my loud words at him. Most people would at least have the decency of looking hurt, but he hides his feelings with dense sand walls, and no matter how hard you beat at the walls, they wouldn't crumble.
"Can I do anything to help you? You and your mother could stay with me, my brother, sister, and I can look after you," Despite his kind word his voice was still void of feelings. "You must stay here until the doctors clear you, then we will help you and you can help us by telling me what I need to do to help my people." With those words I found the tiny crack in his sand wall, the people of Sunagakure.
Two days later I was released from the hospital, Gaara never came back after the first day and no one visited me, including my mother. I was feed well and they mainly kept me due to the fact I was so skinny, malnourished, and my ribs were clearly defined. I wanted to go home, to the curtain walls and the safe feeling of home. I walked out the large white doors and left the cool bliss for the blistering heat. I walked two steps before someone called my name. I turned around and found myself facing Temari and Kankuro, Gaara's older siblings.
"May I call you Amaya, or would you prefer your full name?" Temari asked her voice seeming oddly cheerful, from what I had heard about her.
"Amaya is fine, what do you need Lady Temari?" I addressed her by her title unsure whether I should or not.
"Gaara told you we would help you and your mother could stay with us, we came to fulfill this," My answer was not given by Temari but Kankuro. His purple make-up was very gaudy and was... well weird, "and call us Temari and Kankuro, nothing official needed." I nodded my head and we walked down the sandy streets of Sunagakure towards the large Kazekage building. It wasn't a long walk and I hadn't even broken a sweat by the time I got there. A receptionist welcomed us in the entrance hall, she looked skeptical about me until Temari and Kankuro walked in behind me a few seconds later. She bowed to both of them and gave me an odd look, oh well. Our odd group made its way up three flights of stairs took two left turns, a right turn, and entered the third door on the hallway. Then, we waited. It was silent in the room and thirty minutes later I got a little too impatient. "What the hell are we doing in here?!" I said with pure frustration in my voice. "Waiting," Temari answered my question but you hardly call it an answer, "about five more minutes Amaya." She then refused to give any other reasoning. It was ten minutes later when Gaara arrived. He escorted my mother with him and again with no explanation I was forced to follow him. By this point I was practically foaming at the mouth, I hate being left in the dark. When we came to a hallway with five doors Temari and Kankuro split off into two different rooms, which I guessed were their rooms. Gaara turned to face me and my mother. "You will be staying on the hallway my siblings and I live on so we can always keep an eye on you, Mrs. Nagasaki will be in the room in between Temari and Kankuro's rooms'," He ushered into the room said a few thing I couldn't hear and came back to me, "you will be staying in the room next to mine, like I told your mother, you must be up by 11 o'clock and breakfast, lunch, and dinner are required, especially for you; you look not as well feed as her. Goodnight and I will see you in the morning." He ushered me in the room and shut the door behind me. How kind of him. I examined the room. It was huge. In the middle of the room, pushed against the back wall was a king size four poster bed with curtains. A large wood dresser and a dressing table was there along with a desk and a bookshelf filled with books. It was perfect. I crawled on top of the plush mattress to see how it felt, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.