As soon as I set eyes upon the sprawling village in front of me, I feel an utter loathing towards the place. Just one gaze is enough for me to figure out the laziness and selfishness that this village consists of. The people seem to have the air of an overweight princess that lounges about the castle doing nothing. In short, this village is despicable.

Of course, after this, things only appeared worse. The dirt paths stained my shoes that were previously pristine, the villagers just stood around gaping towards my general direction and the girls were... Checking me out? Ugh, so stupid. I'm not into that sort of thing anyways.

As I continued to walk with Kankuro and Temari, we started to hear yelling that pierced my ears (I swear, I turned half deaf). I decided I didn't want anything to do with it so I shunshined up a tree and watched from afar. A scrawny, miniature boy with ratty brown hair was being strangled half to death by Kankuro whilst some kids were yelling at him. Two of them were my age. However, the one that stood out to me the most was a blonde boy with the most adorable little whisker marks and hair that shot up in all directions. His eyes were so deep and blue like an ocean. I almost feared that if I stared at them for too long... I would drown. For a split second he glanced towards me, looked at me quizzically and turned back to the situation ahead of him.

There is something different about him, something that reminds me of myself.

*Author's Note*: Lol, I kinda made Gaara super sassy and self-important. However, one of the reasons for this is due to the fact that he is the son of the kazekage. :P