An Adventure of...Fate? [Fuu]

[Gaara of the Sand]

Gaara blinked. It had been a long morning, and an even longer night. He'd left the village on a whim to go exploring. He had a feeling that there was nothing about to come up in Suna. It was Suna, in the middle of a god forsaken desert. Not much happened, though they did receive the occasional A- or S-ranked mission. That interested Gaara. Baki often tried to go on more challenging missions with him to prevent his over-the-top, trigger-happy nature of killing to get the better of him. However, it had been quiet for a good while, and that was unlikely to change.

Due to this, he'd been cooped up in the village, filled with dirty looks, fearful looks, screams, and petrification from those that he came near. He was used to it by now, years had passed and he'd grown accustomed to the horrible fear and hate of the villagers. It only keyed him into becoming who he was, the demon that loved only himself, and the one person in Suna who meant it when he said "I'll kill you".

Although last night was like any other night, he'd decided to leave and walk through the desert. He hadnt been stupid and left without water, but it was running rather low. He'd need to find somewhere...fast where he could restore, or else he would have a difficult time on the trip back. He was not opting to become dehydrated, so he was now searching for something that came few and far between, but were perhaps the gift of the desert: an Oasis.

He walked, his footsteps light on the sand to prevent himself from sinking in when he saw the first sights of one: a few palm trees. He almost grinned. Good sign, trees. That meant that there was potential nourishment from a coconut or two. The trees were even rarer in the desert, but it was a special breed of palm tree that required minimal water, and could withstand the incredible windstorms of the desert.

Gaara walked closer. It was rare to find an oasis without a small village, but that rarity occurred now. Gaara stood at the edge of the water, which he estimated was about thirty feet wide and twenty feet long. It was fairly large, which was even better. He closed his eyes and inhaled as a breeze blew by. He was all alone..maybe his mind might get some peace...

[serpent]

Fu groaned as she continued to trudge across the mostly barren landscape of the desert, here she was on one of the very few solo-missions she'd even been given and already she was pretty sure she was lost. In her defense she was walking through a damn desert trying to find a 'Hidden' village. Drinking deeply from her cantine Fu came to a halt, she needed to take another look at that map, just to make sure she was heading in the right general direction of the Village. As Fu moved to pull the map out of her backpack she caught sight of something off in the distance, it seemed to be the tip of a palm tree which in of itself seemed like a complete impossibility, this was a desert the least likely place for ANYTHING to grow besides a cactus and even then she hadn't seen many cacti while traveling through this place.

"Maybe it's a mirage..."
Fu told herself as she stared at the tip of the tree, that was probably most likely what the tree was but then again... Would it really kill her to just take a look? Just to confirm her suspicions. Sure she was supposed to be at the village by tomorrow but if this really was a mirage then it wouldn't put off her travel time by too much and if it wasn't then perhaps she could find someone who could better navigate the sands there.
"I guess that settles it then."
Fu said to herself with a grin as she began marching off toward the 'mirage'

As Fu drew closer and closer to what she had assumed to be a mirage she began to slowly come to the belief that this might just be the real thing, from what she'd heard mirages tended to look a bit 'foggy' but even from a distance the little oasis looked to be completely clear. Now that she believed herself to be in the presence of a real oasis she was faced with a new problem. Would she be wasting too much time if she took a break here? Sure there were a few ways she could rationalize a break. Refilling her cantines, looking around for someone to help her, resting so that she didn't pass out from heat stroke.
Fu heard a deep rumbling chuckle at the last idea however the laugh had not come from anywhere around her, rather it seemed to be coming from within her as if she'd been laughing in her own mind. With a sigh Fu realized what it had been, apparently the beetle found her plight a bit funny.

Shaking her head Fu decided she would take that break, she'd resupply as best as possible and with any luck she'd spot another traveler passing by and hopefully get some better directions from them. With this in mind Fu began making her way even closer to the oasis, completely unaware that even now she was not alone.

[Gaara of the Sand]

Gaara inhaled through his nostrils and exhaled through his mouth, the exhale sounding more like a sigh than an actual breath. He liked it best when he was alone, and he elected to keep it as such for as long as possible, even if it didnt mean returning to the village until nightfall. If he stayed away much later than that, he would raise concern. He curled his lip a little as he thought unhappily The village would probably be afraid that its oh-precious weapon would be destroyed.. he was only half serious, but mostly mocking the village with sarcasm. His own father wanted him dead, seeing him as a failed project. Bah... Gaara thought.

Based on how "awesome" his life back home was, he may as well be better off on his own...truth be told he'd like it more. He could be alone...but a main downside, he wouldnt have any means of defining and confirming his existence. He needed to kill, and to do so, he needed people. Looked like he would be stuck with the village for however long. He sighed and opened his eyes, crouching down to the oasis water to fill his water canteen. He filled it to full, and drank about half of it. He needed the water to survive...to kill. He would keep himself alive, but remain unconcerned with anything else. He filled his canteen up again to the brim, and closed it.

He stared at his reflection in the water. The dark circles around his eyes looked almost like bizarre birthmarks or bruises. They actually looked like a part of him, rather than something induced by no sleep. The scar on his forehead looked like paint, but he could tell that by leaning closer one could see it wasnt. He had no opinion of himself, be it if he was ugly or handsome. Frankly, he couldnt tell...and it didnt matter to him. Who in their right mind could love him? He loved only himself...living up to his mother's will.

However, something caught his attention. A sound met his ears...the crunching of sand? Light footsteps, by the sounds of it. They were fairly near him...and refilling their water supply as well. They hadnt said anything, so Gaara's best guess was they hadnt even seen him. Standing up, Gaara looked at the new arrival. It appeared to be a girl, light hair and dark-ish skin. She had a peculiar dress, but it was probably light enough in the desert heat.

However, Gaara wasnt taking chances. He spoke up, his voice deep-ish, but conversational enough. Yes, even he could hold a normal conversation with people. Somebody was inside Suna...and they looked like shinobi material. What was their purpose? "Who..." he began "...Are you?"

[serpent]

Fu had been so excited about the fact that she had managed to find a real oasis in this barren wasteland that she'd almost completely dropped her guard as she moved to fill up her canteen when she has just about filled it up she heard the sever so slight sound of movement upon the nearby sand, instantly her guard was up again as she cursed herself for not even nothing to look around to see if someone else was around. She couldn't believe how much of a fool she had been, as if this was another nin she could have rather easily been killed without even realizing someone had been were it not for the fact that she'd very luckily heard there movement.

As Fu's entire body tensed up a voice called out to her from where she had heard the movement. Whoever it was had asked who she was and by the tone of voice Fu instantly began trying to figure out what kind of person he was. The voice seemed obviously male and seemed to have a rather serious edge to it, as well it seemed that perhaps whoever the voice belonged to was not much of a talker as the question had come with a pause as if he was trying to choose the rights words.

Slowly Fu began to turn towards the source of the voice, as she did so she also pulled herself up from her kneeling position near the bank of the oasis. What she saw surprised her a bit, the voice seemed to belong to someone far younger than it's deepness had lead her to believe. The boy before her had to be about thirteen but his tone was one the seemed more fitting of an adult. The boy was dressed in clothing befitting of someone who lived in the desert, combining this with how he held himself and spoke Fu had to guess that this boy was probably a Suna-Nin, or at the very least she hoped that he was.
"I uhh.. I didn't know anybody else was here. My name's Fu, what's yours?"
Fu asked deciding to leave out the fact that she was a ninja for the moment, her headband was currently tied to her forearm so it wouldn't be difficult for this guy to figure out that she was a ninja but the less information she gave the better off she would be until she found out a bit more about this guy.

As she awaited his response Fu took a few moments to better look over the boy, partially to try and figure out if he was a ninja as she suspected and partially to size him up just in case this encounter dissolved into a brawl. From what she could tell he looked about average in the physical department which didn't outright toss out the possibility of him being a ninja as that might mean he was a Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, or Bloodline specialist or even some combination of those. The major oddity's of the boy were A) The gourd that was strapped to his back, due to the size of it the thing had to weigh a decent amount even if it wasn't filled with anything which could perhaps mean he was stronger than he looked and B) his eyes, or more specifically the black rings around them. Sure they could easily have been done with makeup but something about them just didn't sit right with Fu, as well whenever she looked the boy in the eyes she got an eerie feeling that she just could not explain.

[Gaara of the Sand]

Gaara stiffened a little as the girl herself tensed at the sound of his voice. Judging by the looks of it, she had not been expecting anyone else here, and she had let her guard down…not even noticing him. However, she seemed to have come afterwards, so she must not have seen him as well. Well that was a bit…off Gaara thought. What sort of shinobi came about completely unaware of their surroundings?

She slowly turned towards his voice, as though she wasn’t sure if he was about to leap at her and attack. Oh no….he wasn’t feeling nearly angry or distraught enough to pull something like that at this moment. Besides, it was daytime. He felt more alive during the night. If she asked for it, he would wait until then so that there was no chance of her upsetting his “attack ritual”. However, she spoke, and her voice was guarded, but non-threatening. She hadnt noticed someone else was here…really? Gaara wanted to roll his eyes. He knew very well that could get her killed, and probably would out here, especially with him on the prowl.

Fuu? Although her earlier words had seemed a bit stupid and nonchalont, that was an odd name. She was clearly not from here. Gaara stifled a comment as he noticed her eyes taking in different parts of his body in quick succession. One second, his feet, the next, his torso, the next, his face…he was being analyzed. Gaara narrowed his eyes a slight bit and looked her up and down. There was nothing odd about her appearance save for the red…thing on her back, and her odd hair and eye color. A few seconds later after judging her appearance, his eyes caught on something wrapped around her arm…a shinobi headband.

He kept his arms in their crossed position but shifted his feet like he was going to back up. This girl seemed…different…from any other wanderer he’d come across. She had something about her that made him feel like he knew her in some way, even though he could garantee that he had never seen her before in his life. Something about her made him feel…more relaxed. He didn’t like it at all, though. Nobody had made him feel like that, and so he had perfect right to be wary. However, he decided that he could afford to talk back.

”My name is Gaara. Why are you here?” he asked. Why was she here? Some sort of mission for her village? He wondered what her purpose was…