Inari wandered the desert aimlessly. his robes bloodsoaked and tattered, he walked with a profound limp. he touched his stomach and held his blood covered hand to the sky. "this is the last time a comrad or a friend will shed blood in my presence" he vowed to the gods. however while most of the blood that covered his body belonged to his villagers, a large ammount of it was his. he weezed and coughed, his lungs were going to have to get used to the sand for he did not forsee himself leaving the desert anytime soon. he detatched the water skin from his hip and unstoppered it. two drops of the refreshing liquid hit his tongue. he disarded the skin with a curse. he had to find water soon or he would surely be dead by morning. he colapsed and ink flowed down his cheak. he was unable to cry as was his father, and his father before him. infact he came from a village of the blind. having lived for centuries in a village hidden underground somewhere near the hidden sand village, his people had de evoleved and lost the use of their eyes. his were nothing more than ink sacks that were used for defence and offence. hey lay there in silence and misery crying his black tears, wondering if god could forgive him for what he had just done. god HAD to forgive him he finally decided, it was kill or be killed and he was only defending himself. but what comforting words were there to someone who was forced to massacur an entire village. just under a thousand people died at his hand today. friends, family, even his fiance, it didnt matter to him. no one who stood before him with a weapon in their hand was spared. he had tried to just run away but found himself cornered by a thousand angry villagers dead set on ending his life. he worked up the strength to get to his feet and continued aimlessly, for in this sand he was truely blind. the ground vibrations he had come acoustomed to seeing with were faint and unrecognisable. he walked for hours before hearing shouting and feeling what felt like a stampeed heading his way. "so this is how it ends, this is how i die" he thought as he fell to the ground unconcious.

inari woke to a deftening roar he was unfarmiliar with. he jolted upright in a bed and a strong hand pushed him back into a prone position. "where am i? who are you? what happened to me?" he managed to get out. As the confusion lifted he silently cursed himself for letting this stranger touch him and he drained the ink from his eyes to create a protective barrier around himself. "more shouting? what the hell is going on arround me? i have to get my feet on the ground so i can see" he told himself. the black bubble gracefully floated a foot away from the bed and elongated as he streatched within his shield. the bubble slowly lowered untill his feet touched the ground and he understood why this strange place was so loud, he had a concussion and he was in a hospital. "are you the medic who treated me?" he shouted, no responce. "its no use pretending you arent there, i may be blind but i can feel your heart beating. "h-how....nevermind just stay back!" the mans heart pace rapidly increased. he was terrified, and this puzled inari more than how he had goten here. then it hit him, whoever found him in the desert mush have followed the trail of blood leading to his village and saw the damage he had caused. "i am not here to hurt you sir, now will you please escort me to your nearest shrine? i must prey." he absorbed the ink back into his eyes, then knelt down before the man. "but first, please take me to see your leader, as i understand it the leader of this village goes by the title kazekage." a new voice rumbled "that wont be necisary, the man you seek is me, my name is gaara, and we need to talk. right now!"