I sat on one of the red roofs of Suna; the wind blew gently, wisping my shoulder-length silvery hair to the side. A few strands blew into my face and I brushed them away with a crimson clad hand. The kimono was a simple affair, red with an ebony Sakura tree, its petals scattered all the way down to my knees where the garment ended. I smiled gently, at ease, and gazed into the waning moon, who cast its meek yet luminous rays on the village. The scene was so surreal, so ephemeral, yet peaceful that the casual passerby might think the girl, me, a sprite or a wandering spirit. Either way when someone came upon her they invariably left in a hurry after a moment or two of staring in a silent awe. I sat placidly, waiting, just waiting and hoping for my wish to come true. I was waiting for he who locals call monster, the boy with fiery red locks that made my silk cloth garb seem cheap and pink in comparison. The one whose eyes' hue rivals that of the sea. As fate would have it, I needn't wait but a few more moments 'till he arrived, a dark glare not marring, but accentuating his handsome features. I smiled widely, "Konbanwa (good evening) Gaara-kun. How have you been?" Sapphire eyes met Emerald which widened in surprise.
It was silent for only a moment, "Mika…" he breathed slightly, his rare ghost of a smile melting the glower usually seen on his face. "It's been quite some time ne (huh) Gaara-kun?" I commented, making my response into an inquiry to draw him into conversing. Those captivating, black rimmed oculus's stared at me tirelessly, "Hai (yes) it has. How did your journey go?" he replied. He still sounded like he didn't quite believe that I was there, so I stood, smoothing my rumpled kimono and stepped up towards him. As I drew closer sand poured out of the enormous gourd on his back, ready to defend him. The deadly grains merely floated there as I embraced the lonely teen. Slowly, unsurely, he wrapped his arms around me in return. "Gomenasai (I'm sorry) for leaving you Gaara, but I'm back now." My voice was smooth and at least semi steady as the tears trickled in a slow stream down my face. 'Finally, I'm finally home.' I thought, relieved to finally be able to relax, to be able to sleep without fear of being assassinated. Most of all though, to be able to see Gaara again. "I'm home." I whispered out, my voice trailing off into the wind as I leaned up pressing my lips gently to Gaara's before I fell into a deep sleep, slumping down in the arms of the one I love.