A harsh wind picked its way across the desert floor, sand flying in all directions. The clouds moving across the sky, gathering, darkening and filling the sky as far as the eye can see. Thunder rumbled like a giant's stomach along the skyline threatening to release a disaster.
All by herself, a girl of age 17, with white blonde hair and deep green eyes about 5 and an inch in heights; was traveling across the sandy dunes at this very moment. Her hair was flying all over the place, getting in her eyes and mouth. The clothes on her body pulling taunt on one side and flapping wildly in the wind on the other. Grains of sand pelted her exposed skin, leaving little angry red spots.
The sky flashed, followed by a loud boom that echoed across the barren land. The girl dropped to her knees, eyes squeezing shut, her hands clapping over her ears and a shrill cry escaping her plump pink lips. Gusts of wind hit the girl on all sides, pushing her down into the sand. The clouds rolled around in the sky, grumbling. More lightning flashed across the sky like grabby little fingers, always wanting more then what they have. Thunder following immediately, a long rolling tone as deep as brass bells.
The girl shivered on the ground, her fear of thunder freezing her limps. Sand piled up around her tiny frame, slowly erasing her in the desert sand. Her cloak curled around her, shielding her face completely. The sand slowing covers her, starting at her feet and traveling up, until even her own head was encased. She didn't even realize she was being buried alive for her fear of the loud claps in the sky.
She whimpered, then forced herself to black out, the sand consuming her, What the girl didn't know was that a boy of the same age, but remarkably taller watched as she got covered with the sand. Confused as to why she was curled up and shivered violently.
When the sand had covered her completely, he stood there staring at the spot where the girl vanished. He raised his hand and pointed with his fingers at the hidden girl then abruptly flung his arm away from his body and to the side. The sand covering the girl rushed away from her now still form. He then slide his arms under her legs and around her shoulders and holding her to his chest like a man would do to his new bride.
The boy, his blood red hair ruffling in the wind, carried the girl the way he came. Toward the giant walls of sand that protected houses full of people. Towards the Village hidden in the Sand. The boy cast his eyes downward, looking over the girl. He took in her long white blonde hair that fell in long gentle waves. Her head was tilted back, letting him view her face. Eyelashes unnaturally long, a small petite nose with high cheek bones, a heart shaped face and plump full lips.
Compared to him, the girl in his arms was very tiny especially considering how old she looked. He wondered how old she really was, and why, just why she was out here all by herself in the middle of the desert while a rare thunderstorm struck. Especially, from the looks of it, she was scared of them.
The redhead looked back up as he walked through the gates to the village, heads turning and wondering why he, of all people were carrying someone. That their Kazekage, their leader, was carrying someone so gently seemed unreal. He continued walking, not batting an eye at the onlookers whispering, and soon walked up to the Kazekage building.
He stepped lightly up the few dozen steps until he reached the Kage live-in quarters. Gently he laid the girl down on a black leather couch. She snuggled down into it, curling up into a ball. The red head left the room, but when he got to the door he looked back at the girl lying on his couch. Her mouth opened in a small yawn, and then she rubbed her cheek against the couch before growing still. The boy walked away and down a flight to steps to his office. A Kazekage's work never ends.