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.... Chapter 1: Fetch and carry A cool foggy night rested upon the valley fortress, an old wooden temple converted to suit the needs of a feudal lord, his interests and his men. It's presence was daunting and nolonging was a place of prayer or site for pilgrimage. Henchmen and paid thugs peppered the interior and exterior of the complex, not allowing passage through the main gate without shameful security check and forced searched. The feudal Lord's fortress was a fortress indeed. Inside among all his treasures, trophies and prizes was a princess if not the valued heiress to a worthy esteemed clan sat waiting. Perhaps for relief in the form of an envoy of her father's to free her from this maddening situation. She wore the trappings of a princess and a brooding attitude to matched her obvious pampered lifestyle and constantly annoyed the guards blocking entrance to her room who knew not if the ransom money was even coming. Suddenly there was noise. It sounded like a yelp or a cry for help cut short. The princess inhaled sharply in the direction she heard it. She also heard the floor boards creak where the guards stood, they heard too. There were three in total, two standing at the bedroom door and one seated at a table by a window overlooking the busy courtyard. The bigger of the two men order the man at the table to investigate. He complied and cautiously approached the lit hallway, but as the candle lit flames were extinguishednhe lost heart and tore off in the opposite direction. The gaze of the guards followed his path as they didn't move from their assigned place. When they looked back, they met their doom. Two more deathwails sounded and the princess pulled herself away from the door in indescribable fear. The silence was deafening and was abruptly broken when the lock on the door gave way and open violently. There stood death given form, covered in a black cloak and carrying a curved sword drenched in onslaught. The only visible part of this assailant was the top portion of the head revealing oong crimson blood red hair and green emotionless eyebrowless eyes with a thick dark outline. Curiously enough was a tattoo near left temple. Was it the word for...love? Whatever the case, there was no love in this person as the princess was cruelly grabbed to her feet and tugged along to the hallway, passed the mutilated bodies and passed even more evidence of malice. They stopped eruptly to hide in the shadows and the not as sheer footed bumped into her rescuer. And through the black cloak with her shoulder she could feel that this he was in fact a she. "Who are you," she asked to which there was reply. She just stared back at her cold green emerald eyes before once more venturing out into harms way. They surprised two henchmen who were sipping sake like barbarians who in no time were made short work of. Five more came shooting from down the hallway and yelled to sound the alarm. The hornet's nest was kicked for sure. Hurling the princess into a hiding place, her rescuer engaged the horde with skill and brutality unparalleled. There was not a shred of mercy in her swordplay, it was kill or be killed plain and simple. But the manner in which she preformed was not for the fainthearted. Not to mention her eyes were motionless, unmoving, not blinking, just wide and hateful yet devoid of compassion. The princess peered around the corner. She saw the blood and carnage that wasn't there not five second prior. Then through the window the foggy mist parted allowing the moonlight to shine unhindered. Something shined from her rescuers belt. It was a head band of Suna...the Sand Village. From that she put the rest together, the answer to her unanswered question. But someone beat her to it. "Sabaku," a frightened henchmen piped, "Sabaku no Gaara! Run for your lives!!!" Standing among the corpses Gaara smirked a devilish grin whilst extending her hand outward as if to grab the scaed man from his escape. But she did that is with her sand, which pooled at the man feet traveling upwards passed his knees and torso and finally his screaming mouth that was abruptly silenced. Gaara then twisted her wrist and tightened her fingers. "Sand coffin!!!" she roared, as the far end of the hallway became coated with exploding blood stained red sand. A few minutes more and it was all over. The henchmen dead, the feudal lord slain, the object of interest secured... Still the proclaimed Demon of the Sands felt unfulfilled as Gaara returned on the path wince she came with princess in tow. Now it was time to go home and wait for new mission that wasn't as boring as this one. (Thank you so much for reading, there is more to come. Please give me a shout via personal messager for ideas and thoughts. I'm SNES and I'll see ya in the next posting)