Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto
The first snow in Konoha was always so beautiful. This year was no acception. There was a light breeze and he snow was coming down thickly. A magnificent site to anyone lucky enough to be awake. It was four o'clock in the morning and Gaara was the only one awake in the hotel room him and his siblings were staying at for the week. They were there for the winter banquet that took place yearly. Looking out the window sent a small shiver down his spine; he was not used to seeing snow. Gaara still remembered the first time he saw snow, and since that day he has never been particularitly fond of it either. He was seven years old and was sent out on a mission with his siblings. No one dared speak until they heard a little shreak come from Gaara. The two turned around to see their little brother with a horrified look on his face while looking at the white stuff falling from the sky. A small giggle escapted Temari's lips as she calmly explained that it was snowing. Feeling like a fool back then, and still today, was one of the many reasons for Gaara's hatred of the snow. Gaara had grown a lot since then, but he had yet to actually play in snow. Quietly he put on his winter boots and coat and went outside, trying to keep the hotel door from squeaking as it closed. Once Gaara had succesfully snuck out of his room and outside, he realized he had no idea what to do. He decided to do what he had watched other kids do so many times and make a snow ball. The cold frozen pile of white touching his pale skin was enough to make anyone flinch. Slowly and carefully he formed it into the shape of a ball, smoothing out the edges and making it perfect. For no reason whatsoever Gaara decided that he would through this snow ball at the next person he saw. Just as he made that pact with himself he heard the crunching noise of someone walking over fresh snow. Who could it be, walking about a four in the morning? Gaara turned around to see Naruto with a bright orange downfill coat on, walking down the street. Without warning, Gaara through the snow ball straight at him, hitting him sqare on the head. This sight was enough to make the stoic Kazekage of Suna grin, and what may be considered giggling. Naruto's face was wind burnt from walking in the cold and his hands were stiff from the snow, but that didn't stop him from returning the favor to the Kazekage. Gaara's face turned from a pale pink to a bright red from the anger and embarasement of being hit by a snow ball. Soon the two friends were side by side laughing at their antics and pushing each other into the snow. Sure Gaara and Naruto were wet, cold, and red but that's what the first snow of the season is all about. Now Gaara finally knew that.
The winter banquet has now become a tradition for Gaara and his siblings. They come back every year and enjoy the snow and friends they have discovered in sweet, cold, little Konoha.
