Chapter 2:

Requited

The years to follow would be hard.  A huge transition took place between my 6 year to my 11 years of life.  Gaara grew older, I watched him from afar.  The towns fear and ignorance grew as well, it seemed I was the only person not affected by this spell of hypocrisy that flared across the country.  They made him what he is, the way is.  It’s not his fault, but they treated him as if he was a monster.  When all the people do is call or treat you as such, what are you supposed to act like?  Though, I was able to focus on other things, but secretly I knew that I would one day get the chance to see him, to actually meet my idol, my love.  

In a short period of time, the last of my family would be gone.  Our clan had gone down hill over the years.  We ran the gambit of bad luck,  Bad reputations,  hyenas clan members, death of our leaders and members.  We had lost so many clan members over the years, that the only ones left were my father, mother, and I.  My father was not a functional leader, we soon became homeless.  Neither of my parents were ninjas, and my father was too proud to work, so the relied heavily on my ninja earnings.  I worked hard, becoming a jounin at age 9, and upon my 11^th birthday, I became a Special jounin. During my genin training, I heard of another jinchuuriki and bijuu in the leaf village, from my teammates, Motoi and Ianto.  His story was similar, though it turned for the better.  They met, later fate would have them fight , A bijuu clash, history in the making.  The leaf ninja won.  I thought the worst had happened.  

I knew he was injured, and my worst fear was that he could be dead.  I cried, I thought I’d loose him, I’d never get the chance to met him.  

The experience changed him, his out look on life was all new.  And I was given a special task to monitor and watch Gaara. After his recovery.  Being of the hidden sand myself, it was fairly easy to track him, though increasingly difficult to follow.  I’ll always remember watching him fight.  It was utterly amazing.  He was like the sun, volatile, dangerous if you got too close.  Terrible, frightening, but overall wonderful, and I couldn’t live without him.  The whole ordeal with Rock Lee was beautifully horrifying.  During his chuunin exam, was when my observations started to scare me.  Actually watching his blood lust, first hand…really made me wonder if he was really human.  By that point, I started questioning my love, unsteadily trying to balance and differentiate between my love and my fear of his prowess.  It consumed me.  Engrossed me, I needed to watch him, it was like an addiction.  I needed more of him.  

I recall telling my teammates, and often dreaming about my mission.  Ianto and Motoi, they told me that I reminded them of a leaf ninja they often heard of in their travels to konohagakure, a hyuga.  She was also in love with a jinchuuriki, and that we had so much in common, even to the point of our strengths.  I wanted to met this girl, maybe she could tell me how to win my loves affection, but alas, as I soon came to see, she and I where in the same boat.  

The next time the sand trio went to konohagakure, I went to visit her.  She was shy, timid, fragile.  Her very existence confused me.  How could my teammates compare me to such a weak and feeble person?  Though lacking in confidence, she was beautiful, and I was wondering how she couldn’t have won  over her crush.  She worried too often, but I soon came to find that she was a great ninja, especially good at sneaking, as was I.  All of those years of tailing Gaara had made me an incredibly stealthy person, and impossibly agile.  Some called her a stalker, I called her a perfect hunter.  She was smart, but very nervous, and those four days I spent with her where the most insignificant, yet important days of my existence, well that was until, that day I returned to sunagakure.  I was going to talk to him.  She said that was her greatest regret, never really talking to him, but don’t let tepidness hold me back.  Go get what you want.  The message wasn’t as blunt, but still true.  If I wanted Gaara to notice me, and ultimately all for me, I would have to talk to him.