"Did you hear?" a male voice said as a girl with brown hair with a sharp blonde streak as her fringe walked passed. She had bandages wrapped around both wrists covered by blue bangles, a black bandeau with beads hanging like dripping rain and tight black shorts. A blue sash was tied around her waist with a shaved metal plaque on the front, looking as if a symbol had been scratched off. She had a white sleeveless trench coat that stopped mid-calf. There was no buttons and the zip was broken, leaving it to hang open revealing the top of the red coloured kanji for love tattooed on her left hipbone. She had on blue ninja sandals. "Gaara of the Sand went to the Hidden Leaf for the Chunnin exams." He finished informing his friend.
The girl stopped walking.
"The demon-child?" The man's friend sounded disgusted. The girl's fists clenched. "I used to belong to the Sand, and that child is nothing but trouble. He should not be allowed to be a ninja."
Before the man who first spoke could reply, the girl had spun and smashed her fist into the man who insulted Gaara's face.
"What the hell!?" the first man exclaimed. He looked at the brunette girl with the blonde fringe. She had her had down, causing her face to be shadowed as she shook with anger.
"Don't." She stated. Her fists tightening, causing blood to drip. The injured man looked up in fear. "Don't you ever insult Gaara!" She yelled, lifting her head to reveal the icy glare she was aiming at the fallen man. Her hair was pushed forward by the wind; covering her face and making her seem both ethereal and haunting. Her lashes were thick, surrounding her different eyes. Her left eye was golden whereas her right eye was dark amber.
As she turned away, glaring down so only the dark amber eye could be seen, she sneered "I'll end you if I hear another bad word about him. You got it?"
The man hurriedly nodded as she walked away, only feeling a little guilty. She tended to be over protective of her friends. As she walked down the path to leave the village she was in, the only thing running through her head was the lonely redhead she missed dearly.
"The Hidden Leaf?" she mused quietly to herself as she walked. "Looks like I'll be visiting my father's grave sooner than his anniversary, then." She paused outside the village walls and looked towards the clear sky.
A whispered "Gaara." Floated across the wind, the longing hidden behind the voice's determination.