Wishful Thinking [vol. i] - Currently being rewritten

✥ chapter x: eat dirt ✥

You could feel something dark settle in the pit of your stomach, so you decided it would be best to take a step back and let nature run its course. Wincing, you watched as Sakura obliterated Naruto as she punched him in the face, before you froze as Konohamaru mentioned Sakura's forehead. Gritting your teeth, you screamed, "Scatter!!"

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Feeling the hard cold ground underneath your bare feet, you ran away, not caring about the fate of the poor unfortunates behind you. Well, would you rather living the rest of your life in peace or be punched to death by Sakura's fists of fury? It's no contest, but you would rather live to see another day.

Pumping your legs as quickly as you can to flee from the scene, you managed to increase the distance between yourself and Sakura's rage, turning around random corners in an attempt to shake off the beast. Making one last left turn around the corner, you skid to a stop, clutching at your chest as you felt your lungs burn from the sprint. Breathing heavily, you take a cautious peek around the corner, letting out an audible sigh of relief as you slumped to the ground, relieved that Sakura decided to leave you alone.

Wiping the sweat that ran down you face, you groaned, tugging on your shirt in an attempt to lesson the blistering heat, "How... How do they... make running... look so effortless?"

Panting loudly, you turn back around only to find yourself staring into the face of a young boy with dusty red hair, and then through sheer animal instinct, you stomped your foot to create an earth pillar that battered the poor soul away from you, whilst screaming simultaneously, "YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! ANYTHING YOU DO SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN THE COURT OF LAW!" Scrambling to your feet hastily, you clumsily shifted into a battle stance, still huffing from your intense 1 minute run, your legs burning in protest of having to do more work.

Screeching loudly, you quickly stepped to the side as the a large stream of sand blasted in your direction, pivoting quickly on you dominant foot, you quickly raised more makeshift earth barriers, kicking them to send them flying towards this violent stranger whilst also simultaneously screeching out, "Eat dirt!"

Uh, excuse me, [f.name]? Just a quick reminder that the violent stranger is probably you, since you 'threw the first punch' so to speak.

Not caring about the small details on how the fight got started, you swiftly pivoted, slicing your hand through the next wave of sand that came towards you. Squaring your shoulders, you took a deep breath and yelled, "Wait! WAIT!!" Holding up your hands up to show that you mean no harm, you continued, "I'm sorry, but you snuck up on me, so I did what any other reasonable person would do when they came face to face with a stranger who is in their personal space."

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To say Gaara was shocked was an understatement. He was pissed. He was so upset that he made a certain person's tantrums look like a calm sunny day on the ocean. He glared at this new girl her ran into, at first he was curious about her strange behaviour when she kept on peeking over her shoulder as if someone was trying to kill her, but after she sent a pillar of earth right into his stomach. Well, oh boy. Was Gaara mad or what?

But, other an anger, Gaara was curious and amazed. Well, mostly curious.

There was a person, well a strange person but Gaara didn't mind, who could freely manipulate the earth. Even going as far as 'stopping' his sand based attacks. Granted the [colour] haired girl did yell out a couple of strange phrases when she was surprised, but the way she moved, despite how tired she already was, was as if she knew where his attacks were coming from.

Gaara was ready to send in another stream of sand, just to really test this poor [colour] eyed girl's limits when she yelled out, "Wait! WAIT!!" I'm sorry, but you snuck up on me, so I did what any other reasonable person would do when they came face to face with a stranger who is in their personal space."