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"How was the meeting with my father?" was the first thing Gaara heard when he snuck into the Kiri Ambassador's room that night. He stared at the brunette, of course she's still be up, but he could tell she'd been trying to keep her self busy from the books spread across the bed. "Gaara?" He sat next to her.

"He thinks it's time you returned home." He finally said. "He wants you to leave with him tomorrow, Amaya." She looked down.

"Is there anyway to talk him out of it? Did you tell him about us!?" She exclaimed.

"Yes, he said that you should defiantly come home, that it would be for the best since you're his only child."

"But I don't wanna!" She crossed her arms and pouted childishly. "I'm fuckin' 19-years-old, if I don't wanna come home, I shouldn't have too."

"Acting like a child is going to help." Then she got the evil smirk that Gaara had learned to fear since he met her.

"THAT'S IT!" He was very afraid. Amaya may actually be more mentally unstable than him. She grabbed a calendar and started counting days. "Perfect timing."

"What is?" Gaara asked as she sat back down.

"My father is easy to piss off; at least I easily piss him off. And, with my plan, he'll be so mad he'll never want to talk to me again!" She grabbed his hand. "You need to get me pregnant, tonight."

Gaara sat straight up in bed, and whipped some sweat from his forehead. 'Damnit, Sabaku, stop thinking about that night. She's gone; she's been gone for 6 goddamn years.' He reminded himself.

Just a few months after she'd left, he'd gotten a letter with just 2 words on it in her messy writing; "I'm pregnant" was what it said. But then he had heard some news from another source, one claiming to be Amaya's sister, that their father had killed her…and his child. It broke his heart, he had wanted to die and be with Amaya and their baby, but Temari had stopped every one of his attempts, yelling at him and saying if he did succeed in killing himself, what would Amaya do to him on the other side? So he'd stopped after awhile, but he was still depressed.
He got up and got ready for another day of paperwork.

She was running as fast as she could. She was almost there. Once she found her father, he could go and get her little brother from their grandfather and take care of them both. They never be hurt again!

Gaara walked through the streets of Suna. No one was out, since the sun wasn't even up yet. It was quiet, he like it.

She was in the village; she just had to find him now. She slowed and started looking for a certain building, but wasn't watching were she was going and ran into someone.

He looked down at the child who had ran into him. She was sitting on the ground looking down. He sighed and crouched down. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She mumbled stubbornly, but he could hear an edge of exhaustion in her voice.

"Why are you out here so early?" She looked up at him with jade green eyes with thin dark rims.

"I've gotta find someone." She got up and brushed off raggedy too small for her pants. "Can you tell me where I can find the Kazekage?" Gaara stared at her, why would this girl be looking for him?

"I'm the Kazekage." He said.

"Really!? I'm sorry! I was hoping to make a better impression!" she exclaimed. "I look like shit and I ran into you!"

"Did you mother tell you not to use that language?"

"My mom was killed when I was a baby." Gaara looked at her carefully. She was probably the age his child would have been if...if they'd lived. Her hair was tangled and covered in dirt, her shirt was too big, falling off on shoulder and ripped, she was too thin, and she smudges and cuts all over her exposed skin, but her eyes were big and bright despite the pain hidden in them.

"What's your name?"

"I don't know, no one ever gave me one. " The tired edge to her voice was back, stronger than ever. "But…I found out what my dad's name was…"

"What is it?"

"Sabaku no; my dad's name was Sabaku no Gaara, and my mom's name was Akashi Amaya." She yawned her mother's name. Gaara should have doubted her words, but he just knew this girl was his child, and she need somewhere to sleep, some food, and defiantly a bath. He picked her up and whispered that he was going to take her someplace where she could sleep. She buried her head in his neck and smiled.

"Gaara, why's there a little girl on the couch?" asked Kankuro walking down the stairs into the living room.

"It's none of your concern, Kankuro." Temari appeared behind him.

"Aw! She's so cute!" she exclaimed, walking over to the couch, and kneeling down to see Gaara's daughter's face. Temari stared at her closed eyes, or more like the dark skin of it. "Gaara, I thought…?"

"So did I." He placed a hand on her ankle. "Right now, I don't need details; she just needs sleep and food, then a bath."

"I'll go start on breakfast then." Temari stood up. "Do you want me to explain to Kankuro?" Gaara nodded. As soon as they left, she sat up.

"Morning…" she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head. 'Just like Amaya' he thought.

"Good morning, shoujo(1)-Chan, are you hungry?" She sat up and nodded. "My sister is making breakfast right now."

"Okay." She shook her head. "Is "Shoujo" my name?"

"No."

"Then what is?" Gaara thought for a moment.

"Do you like "Kiseki (2)"?"

"Yeah." Kiseki smiled and got up. "Is Auntie a good cook?" Gaara paused.
"Define good."

"Without bug, is warm, and edible."

"They fed you food with bugs in it, Kiseki?" He was going to kill who ever had been taking "care" of her.

"Yeah…" she looked down. "I didn't eat it much. It was shit, but my ototo (3) was always getting sick, so shitty food was better than nothing."

"Ototo?"
1 - Shoujo - little girl, daughter, young lady
2 - Kiseki - miracle, wonder, marvel
3 – Ototo – younger bother