Darkness descended upon the once happy street that sat in the middle of a once happy village. On this street sat a small coffee shop where people from each corner of the village and those visiting from other villages flocked to for peaceful thought and reminiscing. The slightest smell of its' popular pumpkin soup and caramel coffees was seen as the scent of happiness and the warmth of the store was only outdone by the warmth of the smile of the cheerful old lady who would greet you upon entrance.

The sun always seemed to shine on such a place, but today was different.

April showers threw themselves at the window of the store with no regrets or hesitation, cascading down the glass like a flurry of tears. It was cold; the breeze knocking people around without a care in the world.

It had been 13 days since the death of the cherished grandmother Chiyo. It had been 4 days since the funeral.

Two figures silently watched the store, nothing but sadness shown on their faces; dressed in full black, lazily holding umbrellas over their heads, the only sign that they were aware of anything other than the sadness that emanated throughout the street.

A shaking of the head caused pink hair to cover a crying face as small sobs cut through the silence, causing the other figure to look at her friend, a small sad smile gracing her delicate features.

"C-come on, Sakura-chan. You'll c-catch a cold." She rest a hand on the pink haired girl's shoulder which was met by a small laugh and a sniff. She looked at her companion and smiled the smallest smile as she rubbed her left eye

"Ne, I guess you're right Hinata. C'mon, let's go home" She turned briskly and walked down the street with great hurry, not wanting to look back, lest she fall into another session of tears.

Hinata followed swiftly behind her, only to turn around soon after and bow before the shop

"G-goodnight, Obaa-chan!" She turned again to run after her friend.

They walked in silence for many minutes before the pink-haired female broke the silence

"What do you think will happen now?" She asked with uncertainty and concern in her voice. Her friend simply rose a confused eyebrow at her and shook her head

"You know," she continued "With the shop, now that obaa-chan is… gone" She struggled to get the last word out, a frown appearing on her face at the thought of what she meant to say

"A… Ano…" Was her reply before she looked up at the crying heavens and thought deeply about it. "She m-must have left it to someone… in her will… maybe." She spoke quietly with great uncertainty, her voice wavering from the emotions brought on by the question.

Sakura smiled sweetly at the friend, aware that she was just as heart broken by the events as her. She nodded and turned forward, the silence continuing in their journey until Sakura abruptly halted.

Noticing this, Hinata turned slightly so she faced her companion. "Ne, S-Sakura-chan?"

"Hinata!" Sakura shouted excitedly, making her friend jump

"H-Hai!" her face grew warm as the blood rushed to her head, confused by Sakura's outburst

"Promise me something!" Her friend just nodded excitedly, unaware as to what brought this on. "When the shop re-opens, you have to get a job there and restore it to its' former glory!" She winked at her friend and fist pumped vigorously into the air as her friend grew redder

"H-huh?! Why me, Sakura-chan?" She flustered, trying to cover her face.

"Because I already have a job, and I'm studying full time. You take private lessons and haven't got a job yet" She grinned heartily, showing off her white teeth to which her friend smiled gently back at.

"D-Deal…" She agreed quietly

"Good! Now let's go eat something!" The two friends walked off into the damp streets, smiling and laughing, conversing over how they'll do their best to make it so that no one would ever forget Chiyo obaa-chan.

Meanwhile, outside the coffee shop, a small black car pulls up beside the front door, only one wheel up on the curb

"This is the place." A deep voice had said bluntly "Are you sure you wanna do this?" it asked with a small bit of concern laced within the words

"I am sure. I have thought of this since word of her death and I believe it to be best; both for her memory and my peace." An equally deep, though not as deep as the previous voice, replied. It held no emotion in the words it said, nor did it fault at any time.

"You know dad's gonna be all over your ass and this place trying his best to ruin it. You know how much he's wanted this place since before we were born." The first voice grew more concerned and faltered slightly.

"Obaa-chan never gave in to him, and nor will I. There is absolutely no way that he is going to get his hands on this place. It is a sacred place to me."

The owner of the deeper voice smiled gently and reached out his hand to ruffle the dark red hair of the other gentleman in the car

"I'm proud of you Gaara." He said with the smallest smile

"Get off me Kankuro" there was no hesitation in his speech but nor was there any venom. The older man laughed once more

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of people willing to help you around here. Granny sure was a popular one wasn't she?" Kankuro said with a smile, resting his hands once more on the steering wheel.

"That's what worries me the most." Gaara said solemnly, staring at the shop through the window, making his brother raise an eyebrow. "People may expect me to be like her. They will be disappointed and I may let her down…" The smallest frown appeared on his face, only to be interrupted by Kankuro slapping him gently on the back

"Don't think too much about it. Who knows? This could be good for you and a lot of good things could come out of it."

Gaara looked at his brother with a soft expression before looking back at the shop, the smallest attempt at a smile playing on his lips

'Maybe.' He thought to himself. 'Just maybe.'