OK, This is going to be in chapters, like most stories, so, I'll have to think up good titles. Oooh, how bout his one fro the first chapter?

Chapter 1: Musings huh? huh? Waddya think?

Gaara: sounds stupid

Me: Well, of course, YOU would think that!

Gaara glares at me

Me:squeak Fine, ill change it.

Chapter 1: Mixed confusion

Gaara: Im already bored.

Me: Hey! Im trying my best! This is my first time!

Gaara: Try harder.

Me: WAH! Your mean!

Billy: Does that mean you'll continue the one about me?

Me: no.

Gaara sticks tongue out at Billy

Billy cries anime style (water falls)

Me: You guys are so immature.

Fine, Im gonna come up with the BEST title EVER for this chapter. And you'd better like it!

Gaara: Ya, id better

I slam head against keyboards

Chapter 1: Hearts that beat between us two.

Me: how's that. Mr. Picky?

Gaara: hn….

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The rustle of tree leaves is all that disturb the peace of the river side. The long red-haired Chuunin ninja girl sat on the edge of the river bank, staring at her reflexion in the water. She wasn't really looking though. Myaaki rubbed the petals of a cherry blossom between her forefinger and thumb, feeling it's silky softness. She was so deep in thoughts, she didn't feel another presence.

A rusty-haired sand nin crouched low on a tree branch, not far from Myaaki. His pale green/blue eyes hardly blinking. He masked his chakra so as he would not be discovered. Gaara wished to get closer to his next target. His next victim. He jumped silently to another tree branch, the limb creaking at the sudden weight.

All of a sudden, the female ninja jumped, her hand shot towards her thigh, where her ninja weapons were kept. She grasped a kunai and slid into a fighting stance, red hair swirling around her waist. Nothing moved for a full minute. Myaaki concentrated to find a charka flow somewhere, but found none.

"Weird" she thought, still in the stance, not daring to move.

She lowered her kunai. The redhead slowly sat back down, but kept up her guard. She felt something around her ankles and waist. Looking down, Myaaki gasped in horror, as tendrils of sand wrapped around her tense body, closing tighter. She swiveled her head around as much as she could and came face to face with…

"Gaara!"

The sand ninja had jumped down from this lookout spot and landed in front of Myaaki, his eyes piercing her blue ones.

The sand tightened around the girl, and she gasped at the pain.

"What are you doing?" She managed to say, grimacing. Who ever thought sand could hurt so much?

Gaara didn't reply.

"Answer me!" she demanded.

Gaara's eyes blazed. How dare she order him!

"Insolent girl!" he growled, raising Myaaki on the air, ready to use Desert Coffin.

Myaaki cried out in pain, screaming with hurt and anguish. For a millisecond, Gaara hesitated. He didn't like to see her like this.

"Let me go! You, you cretin!" She screamed, struggling at her grainy bonds.

His blood boiling, Gaara brushed away the earlier feeling. She insulted him! No one ever dared to.

"Why you…" he hissed maliciously, clenching his raised fist, the sand grasping the girl. It's strength tightening tenfold. Myaaki screamed, tears leaking from her eyes, beads of sweat coming out from under her forehead protector. Again, Gaara's hand faltered.

"STOP! PEASE STOP THIS!" She cried, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"I didn't do anything to you!" she yelled, her breaths coming in painful gasps.

Something stabbed painfully in Gaara's chest. He couldn't just kill the girl…could he?

'No' he thought, 'Not now'.

The sand relinquished its hold, dropping Myaaki to the ground. She looked up at the boy, who so coldheartedly almost killed her. Her vision was darkening.

"Thank you.." she whispered, losing consciousness. She collapsed from lack of oxygen.

Gaara stood over her, staring at the life he almost ended. HE was, somewhat intrigued, by her. Yet he didn't know why. Why had he not killed her? Why did he feel pain when he saw her strained, pale face covered with tears and sweat? Gaara's fingered trailed her long, red hair. Her skin, although paler than usual, was as soft as the petals she was once holding.

'What's going on with me?' he thought furiously.

Gaara of the sand gently picked up Myaaki and laid her against a tree trunk. Just to make sure, he placed his forefinger on her pulse point just below her jaw line. It was there, feebler than usual, but still there. She would live.

Looking at her once more, Gaara gathered chakra in the soles of his feet and lept off, leaving the red-head alone, under the cherry blossom.

Me: So, what did you think?

Gaara: Why couldn't you have just let me killed her? Just this once? I would have been so easy.

Me: No way! I just started this story and I have no intention of killing off the main character in the first goddamn chapter!

Swats Gaara upside the head

Gaara: Ooh, your gonna pay for that!

I stick out tongue at Gaara Déja view, eh?