Hey, thanks so much everyone who put up reviews. I screamed like a little school girl when I saw it. Hehe. Anyways, much appreciated. Also, if you're having trouble understanding who's thinking what, this is how I write it: the sentence before the italics, whoever is doing that action is the one who is thinking. (Example: Kankuro bounced the ball up and down. This ball is so bouncy and cute!) Kankuro thought that. Anyways, just trying to make it easier to read. Heh okay! This will be a short-ish chapter.

Me: Gaara, Say the disclaimer please!

Gaara: I have things to do.

Me: Come on! You can spare one minute!

Gaara sighs: As you wish. TheContheDistance doesn't own Naruto.

Me: Thanks!

Gaara: I'm going now.

"I'll stay on the roof for now on," the girl said as she climbed onto the roof next to the red-head. Gaara seemed to be waiting for something: Emiko looked at him curiously, and then understood.

"I like staying up sometimes," she said simply. The girl brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her folded arms. She looked at the Sand ninja next to her without turning her head. She wanted him to sit down; it was making her slightly nervous to have him stand. He sat down a couple of feet away.

"Thank you." He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the orange-haired girl.

"You saved my life, I think," she clarified. Gaara didn't really know how to respond. He didn't really think it was possible for him, secret weapon of the Sand, to actually save someone from death. It felt odd but, it was good also. If he really was to become Kazekage, that's what he would do, he would protect people. It was something that Uzumaki Naruto would do.

"…Your welcome," Gaara said slowly. The silence grew. Emiko hated tension and exhaled inaudibly. She realized her hands were making the same movement as she had earlier that evening. The Jinchuuriki watched her hands move in that strange motion. It looked like a flurry of seals, it was strange. As soon as she focused on what her hands were doing, the flow stopped being automatic and she couldn't do it anymore.

"What is that hand movement?" Emiko looked at Gaara again. She felt her ears turn red and seemed to burn. The girl was shocked by this, it had never happened before. What is going on? And my stomach seems to be knotting itself into a puzzle. The orange-haired girl closed her eyes and breathed softly, but her body wasn't responding and stayed tense. She shrugged.

"I don't know, I just do it and I feel more relaxed," she sighed again. The stars blazed in the sky, and everything was so quiet. Yet, Emiko felt as lost as she ever had, it didn't help with this burning feeling in her body and the pressure in her chest. She still had no purpose, no reason; she was just a speck of life floating around in the world. The girl tilted her head enough to see the red-head, if there was anyone who knew how she felt, that was him. Emiko liked everything about him, how he acted, and how he barely spoke and instead looked. It wasn't a matter of the fact that they didn't have similarities; it was more like that she felt more comfortable yet nervous around him than with other people. Sakura, Kankuro, and even Temari were her friends, but it wasn't comfortable to be laughing and joking all the time. She just wanted to have a good balance. Gaara was the person she wanted to be friends with; quiet, certainly not stupid, and that's what he was.

"It's strange," the orange-haired girl said suddenly, "the world seems so big, and being just one person, it's too easy to be forgotten, or become lost. It's too easy to fail, and give up. Too easy to stop caring about anything or anyone, and nothing seems to ever change."

The Sand nin looked at her evenly, he barely showed his irritation. Why is she preaching to me? She is talking about me as if she understands me, like she understands my pain. Emiko looked doubtful for a second, and turned back to the view of Suna.

"I'm sorry about that, just thinking that way for so long, it becomes engraved into your head. I wished I didn't think like that, but I have to," she continued quietly as she closed her eyes. Gaara shut his eyes. She wasn't talking about me? But we think the same way. This is not the same girl my sister was friends with those years ago, her eyes changed. The red-head nodded, agreeing with her.

"I think the same way," Gaara said quietly.

"Do you like being awake?" the girl spoke again. At this Gaara was slightly surprised, which almost never happened. She has no qualms in asking questions apparently. No one has ever asked me anything like this. It's irritating to be asked questions all the time.

"I don't have a choice, it doesn't matter what I would like to do," Gaara paused, Emiko was looking at him curiously, and he closed his eyes, "… I would like to rest though, if I had the choice." Now it was her turn to be surprised, considering this was one of the times were he had spoken more than one line. She kept her facial expression like his, and nodded.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Gaara wasn't sure, he furrowed what would have been his eyebrows, and he thought to himself. The council will probably elect the new Kazekage in half a year. During those six months I should try to protect the villagers. I should open up more links from the other countries and villages. Otherwise, there is nothing to do but wait. Though Matsuri has been nagging me to train her, I shouldn't abandon her. He shrugged.

"I need to get some supplies from the market. You can come along if you want," the girl said quietly. The red-head didn't respond, and the silence grew. He was trying to think if he wanted to or not, and he was trying to measure up the pros and cons. Emiko just waited for him to answer, she didn't move or stop looking at the sky. Tomorrow was the first day of Sakura's job at the hospital. She wasn't going to be around much during the day, only coming home before dinner.

Gaara finally nodded, he was going to go as well.

The orange-haired girl got up slowly. She rubbed her eyes which were starting to itch with tiredness. The red-head looked up at her, understanding she was going to go back to her room to sleep. Emiko looked back at the moon and Gaara. He was cute in the moonlight.

"Goodnight."