Moment Two: Tripping

Reiko leaned against the door frame, watching her superior come in and out of the rooms. She would've helped but didn't feel like it. She watched for what seemed like... three hours? Yeah, that seemed right. Reiko watched how the end of his robe would drag along the carpet. Reiko wondered if he ever trips? A devious thought struck Reiko's mind.

Waiting for his hands to be empty, Reiko opened the door for him to leave. Walking right past her, Reiko stepped on the white cloth and Gaara went face first into the floor.

Reiko couldn't help but laugh. It was just to funny. Gaara stood up, glared at her, and brushed the imaginary dust away from his robe.

Roaming the halls, Reiko grinned to herself. The image of Gaara falling over made her laugh. People would stare at her like she was an idiot. Well they would laugh too if they knew.

Coming to a turn in the hall, Reiko noticed a white string laying across the floor.

"Hah. Nice try, Kazakage-sama." Reiko said, stepping over the string, oblivious the second. Reiko went face first into the carpet. A sarcastic laugh came from behind her, and then it was gone. Reiko growled and got up. She needed to get him back.

The next day, Reiko watched her surroundings closely, making sure nothing was in her way of tripping. Reiko went on all day, watching out for herself, until she was alone in the hall way. Again.

Without looking down at the floor, a leg came out from behind a plant, this one was draped in black cloth. Yet again, oblivious to this leg, Reiko went falling face first. But, something caught her. She looked up to see a calm face, the slightest hint of a grin on his straight face.

"That wasn't me. I swear." Gaara promised. Reiko rolled her eyes and stepped away.