A handsome young man, whose charisma, talent and loyalty to one's existence was known through out the shinobi world, was uneasy tonight, for the dream had certainly left him in shambles.

The girl with a chain around her forehead with an emerald in the centre..

The girl with silver eyes...

The girl with a white cloak that covered her head as well...

The girl that had an Arabic touch to her beauty...

The girl who was as exotic as he was...

Was by his side.

And he had fallen in love with her.

With hair as red as roses and eyes like the colour of a faded but rich blue sky with a tinge of green, he walked along the deserted streets of the Sand village in the late AM, waiting for dawn to break, waiting for the streets to crowd up, waiting for the young and the old to crack their laughter and for the sand to come alive once again.

The twenty year old warrior was once marked as inexperienced and foolish but established himself as a stable leader, who proved his worth, talent and vision on several occasions and had gained the alliance and support of the other villages not only on documents or from the vow of tongue, but from the acceptance of every single beating heart of the shinobi world as well. He had devoted his heart, soul and love to the village he swore to protect.

He started walking at a swift speed to a small sand dune, stood there and watched the sun rise. He never missed the rise even once, for he loved how the sand illuminated in the rays the the light, sending the feeling of pride for his village within him.

He suddenly heard fast steps moving towards him from behind and slowly but surely the steps became heavier and slower, with the pattern of the steps taken, the warrior immediately knew that it was Noroma ishi, the head messenger of the village of the sand. He was an aged man close to 60 and signs of fatigue were to be seen with the current exertion, which was once no trouble for him.

Without turning his back, he kept staring at the rise.

"Sir Noroma, the message must be of keen importance as you have come personally at this hour"

Noroma ishi smiled at his observation and was indeed proud to be lead by such a youthful soul.

"Lord kage, Observant as ever i see"

Gaara turned around and and gave a slight smile while descending back towards him. The sun rose behind him and indeed in the eyes of noroma, the young lad seemed like a fantasy, an image of God, ready to lead and ready to behead the ones foolish enough to be beheaded. Gaara indeed was a humble man, gentle to the heart and mesmerizing to the soul, but no mistake made twice would be forgiven, for he was strict in the manners of a leader.

"Lord kazekage, Message was received from the hokage of the leaf village. He has invited the five kages for the five kage summit conference which would be held a week from now in the village of the leaf. The message was received at 3 this morning"

The kazekage showed no expression, nor of pleasure, nor of annoyance, but started descending back with an aura of a man ready for a battle. The kage of the sand remembered the reason the last conference was held and feared in his heart that reasons similar to that were not used to held this activity.

The nations had finally gained the stability needed, another war at this point would lead to more destruction. The talent of the shinobi lost in the war had not been compensated for yet, as it had only been 3 years and it takes much longer than that to make a warrior the caliber they desired and needed. The nations were finally together on a single platform, and indeed Gaara had played a crucial role in this. At this point, if the bridge between them shattered, all the five great nations will certainly drown in mischief, hatred and darkness and the suffering will certainly last to what will seem like an eternity.

"Noroma, summon Temari and kankuro in my office as soon as possible. I will inform them personally. We will leave for the village tomorrow at midnight. Make sure the officials handle any unrest in the nation if this news reaches out. This will certainly strike unrest in the citizens for their wounds have still not healed, and might not ever"

He placed a hand on the shoulders of Sir Noroma who had shivered at the words of his leader, remembering how he had lost his only son in the war and indeed had his world shattered into pieces of oblivion. But indeed, the father was proud of his son for sacrificing his life for his nation, and for the leader who would indeed put the life of others ahead of him.

A small tear left the duct of the old man's wrinkled eyes, filled with the yin and yang of sorrow and pride, but that tear not only had pride for his son, but for Gaara as well, who was as dear to him. Maybe Gaara knew, maybe he didn't.. but the middle aged man certainly felt that way.

"Noroma, your son is the true hero of the sand and will always remain alive in the heart of every living soul in this village. His legacy of bravery will live on till this world ends"

Indeed the old man was slightly shocked as it seemed that the young man has seen his emotions through him as a crystal as clear as the kawaji river. He smiled, thanking him in his heart as Gaara left for his office to deal with the daily matters.

Her hand.. was soft and bleeding...

Her eyes were soft... yet strong..

Her existence was questionable... yet beautiful...

She was by his side...

And he was in love with her...

Hi everyone. this story is going to be very detailed. its certainly his love story but its going to be extremely detailed as i do not wish to leave anything out. the girl is certainly as exotic as gaara... and im writing this because i truly love His character. Hope you guys like it. Do review and tell me what you guys think about it.

(this will also be uploaded on my account on wattpad)