Suna, it is said, is at its best at sunrise and sunset. Also, the greatest view is said to be on top of the Kazekage's Tower.
Boy was that the truth!
Yukita had never seen anything so pretty…or so red! The sunset lit the whole expanse of desert in front of them on fire with its red and orange glowing rays. Her three companions were with her as well. They had to be quiet though, or a patrolman might find them…again.
Thank God Gaara was good with his sand (and Temari with her fan) or they would have all been dead…or Gaara could just kill who ever spots them and they could go on like nothing happens…that would be all well and good if Yukita wasn't squeamish. Last time that happened Yukita wouldn't stop shaking and Gaara felt guilty and more emo then before.
The soft silence was broken by someone taping her on the shoulder. Yukita turned to her left and saw Kankuro, his face paint slightly darker due to the light and a small smirk on his face. He pointed to her hair. Blinking, Yukita examined , one of her white albino locks. She gasped softly, as her hair now seemed to look pinkish red in the light of the setting sun.
Temari smirked, and Kankuro held back a chuckle…
"You're really leaving?" asked Yukita, sitting in the hospital bed on the top floor. Temari nodded from her spot on the side of her bed. Gaara was sitting on the window still and Kankuro was by the door. Silence ensued, and then Yukita asked weakly, feeling a coughing fit come on. "Will…you come back?" Temari bit her lip, "We don't know…"
Yukita sighed. Konoha…it was so far away for the Chunin exams…
A few hours later, it was just Yukita and Kankuro. The teenaged boy took a few long strides forward to the side of Yukita's bed, and they stared into each other's eyes. Yukita pressed her forehead against his and giggled slightly as he smirked, one eye closed.
"Wait for me?"
"Sure. I promise…can you bring be back a Konoha rice cake?"
Kankuro held back a laugh. She was always so happy to get the littler things in life. "If that's what you want," he said.
Yukita Miori
October 8th-July 14th
That was all that was on her grave when the Suna siblings came back. It started to rain, washing away the paint on Kankuro's face. Temari and Gaara had left a few hours ago, but he had stayed. He'd visit when ever he could. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to let the rain wash over him.
"I'm back," he whispered hoarsely, turning his head to the side to watch the last few rays of the sunset disappear from behind the grey clouds while his free hand held a little red plastic bag with two Konoha rice cakes.
Though now, he'd eat them by himself.