So sorry about such a short chapter, but I just wanted to update so here we go.
GAARA:
He knew exactly who she was, this is his mission after all, and he did do the research. Gaara takes his job very seriously, but to be safe (despite the fact that it was obviously her) he had to ask:
"Who are you?"
When he really wanted to ask; why the hell did that mutt just attack me?
But, back to more important matters.
Gaara examined the girl in front of him, she looked to be about his age, despite the fact that he was at least 8 inches taller than her. She had sad, yet determined icy blue eyes. Somehow he thought he could see cracks in her irises, similar to when ice cracks but never breaks completely. She wore a thick white fur jacket, unzipped. Underneath was a thinner white hoody, a fluffy white scarf protected her neck from the freezing snow. Her gloves were white as were her boots and pants. She was basically dressed in white from head to toe, camouflage of course. The only things that stood out about this girl was her dark midnight black hair that fell past her shoulders, and her sad eyes.
"Who am I?" The girl whispered, barely audible. Gaara looked into her eyes, ignoring the growls he received from the mutt at her feet. He saw something; a sudden flash of memories maybe?
"Who are you?" he repeated actually anticipating an answer this time.
"That’s none of your concern." The girl snapped, glaring into his face again. “Who are you?!” she said putting an unnecessary emphasis on the ‘you’.
Gaara glared at her, forcing his temper down he motioned for Kankuro. His older brother moved towards them warily, sizing up the wolves fangs. Gaara turned his back on Kana and walked back to the sleds, “I’m going to bed. Be useful and bring her in.”
Gaara was having a bad day. Maybe he might consider sleeping tonight.
KANA:
Neither of them was from her old village, that she was certain. Their clothing was strange, their hair had too much color same with the eyes.
The first man, who she had presumed was the leader, had bright crimson hair and pale sea foam green eyes, something about them was…off? No…just, different. He wore a white cloak that concealed a maroon uniform with a black shirt and long pants underneath. Strapped to his back was a gourd. He had a red tattoo of the love kanji on his forehead, just under the hairline and above his left eye.
The second man was dressed in a black jumpsuit, overtop the jumpsuit was the same white cloak that the first man wore. He had three ginormous scrolls strapped around his back. The most striking thing about him was the purple face paint drawn on his face.
Then the crimson haired man spoke, “Who are you?” His eyes never left hers.
Kana blinked, trying desperately to break contact with his eyes she looked down at her feet.
“Who are you?” He repeated, this time he wasn’t asking, but demanding. His voice dripping with ice.
“Who am I…?”
Memories, forgotten and unwanted, flooded her mind all at once. The village being attacked by the Kuma, the little girl watching from the safety of the walls, the men grabbing her white hair and her arms, her father pushing the men away trying to reach her, her mother screaming, begging, pleading. That man…the one that sealed it away. Tsukari held her down as the beast took over. She remembered the horror on his face when her hair changed from snowy white to raven black and her eyes changed from dark grey to icy blue. Her mother screaming her name as the Kuma took control, her beloved brother’s screams of pain as she raked her massive claws down his face.
