The next morning, Hana woke up in unfamiliar territory. The last thing she remembered was snuggling in close to Gaara and falling asleep in his arms.

"You're finally awake," came a familiar voice from the corner of the room. She sat up in the bed and saw Gaara sitting there with a smirk on his face. She smiled at him and hopped out of bed. "Are you hungry? Temari is making breakfast." Hana nodded and followed Gaara out of the room and into the kitchen.

The Hana was gone the rest of the day, doing tasks for the Kazekage. Later that night, Gaara was sitting on the roof again and was met by Hana.

"Sorry about being gone all day," she told him sweetly. Gaara shook his head.

"It's not like you wanted to," he replied. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. Once again, he was slightly confused about this action. He knew she said that she loved him, but he just couldn't quite understand it yet. He never actually felt what love was like, or even heard anyone say that they felt that way about him. His siblings never even said the word "love" to him. Everything was so new to him. The sensation he felt when she was close felt better than what he felt when he killed.