Kekkai Genkai no Niji (The Rainbow Blood Line)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but if I did, I would be set for life! The black-haired girl stared wide-eyed at the unconscious shinobi. "H-he remembers me?" she whispered. Readjusting his grip on his little brother, Kankuro questioned his sparring companion. "Do you know each other?" Ignoring the inquiry, Saya jumped to help the puppet master with his charge. "Don't worry, I've got him. Can you take his gourd, though?" Kankuro nodded towards the fallen tool only feet away. "Sure thing. Should we take him to the hospital?" she asked, picking up the sand-filled gourd. "Nah," Kankuro responded. "He's probably just exhausted his chakra reserves. Shukaku usually makes sure he's all right. I figured we'd just drop him off at the Tower." "Hn," Saya responded, acknowledging the puppet shinobi before her thoughts retreated to two years ago. FLASHBACK The black-haired, bespectacled genin stood alone, watching pairs of fellow genin spar. She had been the odd one out, having no one to train with; her teammates were brawling together, never sending a second glance her way. She took out one of her two katana, intent on sharpening the already flawless blade, until a shadow fell over her workspace. Looking up, the young kunoichi saw a distinct outline in the sun's rays: spiky hair and a large gourd. She stood up quickly, knowing quite well who that outline belonged to. "Gaara-san..." she whispered, sheathing her katana. "Do you wish to spar?" he asked, looking away with a stoic expression. She couldn't say anything; her mouth gaped open at his question. Gaara lightly sighed, turning his focus on the girl in front of him. "I said, do you wish to spar?" he repeated. "You're the only one not training." The girl closed her mouth and firmly nodded. She closed the distance between herself and Gaara and offered a hand. "My name is Saya, I'm a genin." Gaara looked at the proffered hand, clearly confused. "What's with the hand?" he asked. "Huh?" said Saya, now just as confused as the red head. "Am I going to have to repeat myself to you all day? I asked, what is with the hand? Don't you know what I am? Do you seriously want to touch me?" "I know who you are, Gaara-san. What you are? Um, let's see..." she put her index finger to her lips in classic "thinking" position. "Well, you're a genin, you were actually in my class at the academy..." Gaara's eyes widened at this realization. How could he have not have recognized an old classmate? "I'm sorry," he interrupted. "I don't remember you." Which was true. Gaara, outcast that he was, decided to keep himself separated from all of his classmates at the academy. "It's ok!" Saya beamed, scratching the back of her head. "Like I said before, my name is Saya." She offered her hand a second time. "Aren't you afraid of me?" Gaara all but yelled. "I house Shukaku, the one-tailed demon! I'm scary!" "Well, if you're so horrible, as you say, why did you offer to train with me today? No one else did." Gaara just gaped, not believing that this girl was almost accepting him. He looked down to her hand and lightly grasped it in his own. "I'm Gaara, genin." Smiling, Saya released his hand. "What weapon will you use today, Gaara-san?" "Sand. And you?" "Katana. Two of them." "Hn." Gaara looked to the ground, thinking. "I could mold my sand into a quarterstaff. That way, we'd be on a more even playing field." "Hai!" Saya responded. Nodding once, Gaara summoned enough sand to form the weapon, doing so quickly. Using his wrist as the axel, he twirled the staff several times to get a feel for it. It's not everyday Sabaku no Gaara used a weapon outside his dancing sand. Feeling satisfied with his creation, he brought the weapon to a standstill, dropping back into a fighting stance. Saya smirked, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose. She reached behind her to grasp the hilts of her katana, and in seconds unsheathed the weapons. The kunoichi took her stance, bringing her left arm above her head, her right slightly across her torso. Always excited for a spar, Saya bent her knees and sprung at Gaara. "Yosh!" she yelled the battlecry. Gaara mimicked her smirk, seeing her weak spots instantly. This will be over quickly, he thought. "You're too hasty," the red head said, easily blocking Saya's slashes. "At least I'm not just dodging some girl's attacks!" she retorted. "Hn. I was just waiting to do this." Gaara ducked under the latest attack and quickly brought his staff above Saya's head, locking her arms in place; his body imprisoned hers against a rock she obviously did not see. Where the hell did this rock come from? She thought. "I never said I wouldn't use my sand," Gaara said, smirk in place., glancing at the rock he created. "I merely stated that I would use my sand to create a weapon like yours." He leaned close to her ear. "Never let your guard down, Sabaku no Saya." Acting completely unfazed by the close presence of the other shinobi, Saya looked up at Gaara. She returned his smirk. "I should say the same to you, Sabaku no Gaara." Confused, Gaara furrowed his (non-existent) eyebrows. Looking at their position, he could not find anything amiss with his finishing attack. The black-haired girl chortled. She once again closed the distance between them, and brushed her lips against his. Gaara's eyes widened, not accustomed to having someone else's lips upon his own. Hell, he didn't even know what a kiss was! It was when the girl brushed her body against his that he felt blood rush to his nether region, an utterly, completely foreign experience for the stoic shinobi. He broke the kiss, and did the only thing he could. He ran. A/N: I split this chapter in half just so I could have an update up. I thought this was a good stopping point though, ne? hehehehehehe PLEASSSE review! I haven't had any reviews yet and I need to know if this is good, bad, or ugly... Coming Soon: Chapter 3-Infatuation, Part II