An Evening shared with the Sun
Leaving her home, the sun kept it's warmth upon her shoulders like a lover holding her in an embrace. Her shoes touched the dirt street kicking up swirls of sand as she gained momentum in running towards the sound of Naruto shouting non-stop as if he was achieving heroism. But before she reached his side, an opponent placed thyself in front of her, giving her enough space if she turned her fists and feet into a defensive position. "What is your name?" he muttered. The boy before her, had deep red colored hair with light green eyes that circled an intent of hidden secrets. He was the same height as herself, and carried a large gourd of mystery that appeared less of a burden and more a friend to him. She blushed a little as he stared into her eyes. "My name is Haruno, Sakura...who...who might you be?" she stuttered. She felt winded as the dirt sand beneath her feet carried a soft comfort to relax her guard. Who is this boy!? And why do I feel like I could fall...asleep...Before she knew it, Sakura collapsed upon the dirt road to wake up a few hours later to her sensei, Kakashi Hatake, bending over her with a smile in his uncovered brown eye. "Well Sakura, did you not get enough sleep last night?" he chuckled. Sakura blinked up at him, and lifted herself up to see the boy was gone. Was I imagining it?
Not long afterwards she ran into the boy again when she had finally reached Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha to see before her, the boy with two other people beside him. He was from the hidden sand village whom he called himself 'Gaara of the Desert'. He glanced at her sudden awareness of Sasuke that he asked Sasuke of his name and cared for nothing more. Though when he left, he glanced back at Sakura and with a blink made the dirt-sand under her feet soft again..."I'll see you again" he whispered to the wind.
By sunset that same day Sakura was fully aware of the upcoming chunin exams in her bedroom that she didn't notice there was someone standing upon her balcony lazily manipulating sand towards the balcony door; through the locks; to stop at her ankles. Sakura finally sensed something was amiss that she turned towards the strange feeling to see 'Gaara of the Desert' stare back at her with his hand held out, waiting. She paused. Slowly without realizing her body's movement, it motioned towards him to reach his hand that held a sensation of wonder. It was warm, but not clammy or sweaty. But warm with a smoothness of sand. "It's you again," she whispered.
He lifted her to the railing of the balcony and took her into his arms. Stunned, she felt her mouth loose it's words as his embrace was soft with not intention of harm. "Help me." he breathed into her shoulder. Sakura nearly lost her balance upon the balcony and got her mouth to say, "H-Ho-How?" she stuttered.
"Love" he whispered. Then without saying more, he set her upon the balcony floor and disappeared through his sand swirling into the wind. He left her. Leaving her confused and mentally questioning his motives. Love...?