Snow
It was snowing that day in Suna.
Matsuri looked with amazement the white flakes falling. It was so new for her, the freezing cold, the calm in the air, the white that began to appear on the rooftops...
She shivered and continued to walk.
The young girl wrapped her scarf around her neck again. Her breath made little smoke clouds in the air. It made her giggle like a little child. She tried to pick some of the snowflakes with her tongue. And before she realized, she was running, her mouth open, laughing.
After five minutes, she stopped, remembering suddenly who she was: a chuunin of the village of Suna and not a child anymore. Sometimes, she regretted not to be a child anymore; she could do anything she wanted, like playing around, having a doll in her arms, give a kiss to her parents...
Sad memories drifted into her mind. It was so long ago that her parents died, killed by some ninja's. Since then, her childhood wasn't anymore what you could call a childhood. Being orphan wasn't fun.
"Matsuri?"
She looked up and saw the Kazekage in front of her. He was wrapped in a big coat and a scarf around his neck, hiding a part of his face.
"Yes?"
"Why are you here in the cold? You've been standing here for fifteen minutes. Your shoulders are all white by the snow."
Was it so long she has been thinking?
She snapped again out of her thoughts, feeling the arm of Gaara around her shoulders, taking her inside the palace. Her face went crimson.
"If you stay longer in the cold, you'll be sick. Temari just poured some tea. You'd like to have some?"
"S-Sure."
And she followed her former Sensei inside, still blushing at the memory of his arm around her shoulders...
I really like the pairing GaaraxMatsuri, so I decided to make so one shots about them. Here's the first one. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please, review, I'm open to every constructive criticism.
