Gaara
I stepped back into my home, Suna. I could tell the wind was blowing, but I couldnt really feel it, sand armor did that to you. I just came back from a mission, I didnt mind, it was a break from being the Kazekage. I had mellowed out since the demon was taken from me, I almost missed the power, the presence it seemed to posses, it made me want to be that powerful without it. Shikaku was a terrible thing, uncontrollable, bloodthirsty, but powerful, and very, very addicting. Power was addicting, and i was suffering withdrawal. I was getting weak, many people had lost their respect for me since the demon had gone, many people had forgotten what i was capable of without it too, many people have still died to my insatiable temper.
I walked down the narrow sand roads of Suna, people cower into corners and alleys, no one made me mad on purpose, it just happened, and their blood stained buildings afterwards. But as of tonight i was feeling docile, so i decided to act like a Kazekage and just walk, face forward, chin high. I wasnt threatening like i used to be, but i held an air of royalty and demanded people to leave me to myself most of the time. It was night so everything was bathed in starlight, the sun had just began to spread pinks and purples around the west side as i finally made my way into the Kazekage tower and to my room. I dont sleep, but the relaxation of lying in a bed meditating was just as good.
I walked into my office slowly, quietly, i was exausted. My red hair was in more of a dissaray than normal, the black around my eyes from my insomnia was darker looking. Even my normally unreadable, fierce eyes were dulled to a dusty jade color. I stumbled to my seat, thanking the fact most of my work was mind numbing, but of course fate had other things than a mental rest. There was to be a Konoha ninja coming in today to asses how my body was reacting to the loss of Shikaku. I sighed, this normally consisted of blood being drawn, my chakra levels tested, and chakra use tested. In other words today wasnt going to be restful in the least.
Sakura
I was nervous, i was mature enough to admit that to myself. This was Gaara we where talking about, the mentally unstable, insane, bloodthirsty killer, who, had in fact actually tried to kill me once! But i would be professional about it, i wouldnt let him know i was terrified of him. I gripped my medical bag and began the trudge to the Kazekage tower, all the while praying he was in a good mood today. Maybe, just maybe i could live through this day.
Before i knew it i was standing in front of the opressive tower, i wanted to take a step forward, but my body just wouldnt respond to my brain. I felt like a deer in the headlights, i just couldnt move, and that made me scared and made me mad enough to move, and move i did. I romped up to the doors of the Kazekage tower, took a deep breath, and before i could think twice about it i flung the doors open and stepped in. Pink hair swaying slightly behind me, emerald eyes set forward with determination.
Gaara
I felt the chakra even before i heard the soft steps coming down the hall. They were strong, the letter hadnt actually mentioned who would be doing the tests, so i was left to wonder who the mystery person carrying an impressive amount of chakra was. Then a smell hit me, not long after the foot steps, strawberries, or was it cherries, i wasnt sure, but it didnt smell bad. At least now i knew that i would be dealing with a kunochi. I was so lost in thought that i jumped when she knocked on the door to get my attention, i looked over to her. She had her medical bag in her hands, she was holding onto it like it was her life, her knuckles were white from exertion. I stood up and offered my hand to her, i saw it in her eyes, hesitation, she was scared of me, like everyone else. I pulled back my hand hardly offended, i almost liked the fact she was scared of me...
Sakura
I watched him get up, he was small, not short, just lean. I couldnt tell from the amount of clothes he wore whether he was muscular or not. And his red hair lay in a disarray about his head. He slowly offered his hand to me, it took all my will power not to flinch away from the friendly gesture, then he just drew his hand back and made to sit down again. Something snapped inside me, almost like inner me gave outer me strength to do it. I reached out and grabbed his hand before he actually sat down, and shook it gently.
