A/N: Seeing as I got this many reviews for my first chapter alone, I will continue this story as asked. I really appreciate the comments you have to offer and found myself agreeing to them every bit. Thank's guys, especially to Queen.of.Tea for her comment. I will try and cut back if I can manage and thank you Azrix for that lovely tip about Gaara's eyes. I will try to take that into account. Take in mind I do not own Naruto, only my characters. Please enjoy this next chapter.

Slowly, slowly, the sun began to rise, casting off the darker shades of black and midnight blue, forcing it out of the sky and making way for bright reds, oranges and shades of pink as well as the sun peeked through the horizon. The sun just began to rise, and as always, Gaara had not slept a wink. He chose to watch it rise with the smallest of smiles.

'I want...I want to see her again. Please let me see her. Please.' Sand crashed through the room, though quickly caught the falling pieces of glass as if not to make anymore noise. He was shocked at what just happened, but saw a stairway made for him from that very substance. It cursed him...turely it did, but at this point, it seemed much more like a blessing then a curse.

He quickly slid down the sand and then began to run, pocketing the clip as if not to let it fall or stray from him. He didn't know where he was going or how he was going to get there, but he just ran anyway.

A turn around the corner and he could find himself staring at a large tree. Wait a minute...from the other day. Wasn't this...? Looking towards the wall, silently praying that he would see her, just a glimpse even! Please. He had eyes closed as he bent over, trying to look on what was behind the tree, he opened his eyes slowly and could find himself gazing out through teal eyes towards a small figure. Could it be...?

He bolted, running forth towards the small figure as fast as possible. A foot or two away, he stopped, panting hard and trying to catch his breath as he looked at the figure who stood still in front of him. Slowly, it turned to face him and inside, he thought he'd break... He just thought his pounding heart would shatter at the sudden relief he felt. It was her. It was her. It was her! There he was, prayers answered with the girl he was lookign for just smiling as she stood there.

His fingers clutched the clip within the pockets as he stared out at her. Scarlet began to cover his cheeks and he knew. He turned his head about, trying to hide the color in the growing colors of the sky. Eyes would stray towards the girl and widened slightly, makign his head spin about to face her as she approched him, smile upon lips as she reached out and took his hand into hers, entwining fingers completely. His heart pounded like nothing he had ever felt before. It was so weird and strange...but he was loving it.

"Hi." She smiled.

"...H-Hi..." Was a stuttered reply of the scarlet faced boy.

"I like your hair. It's the same as mama's." She seemed to state, sending his mind whirling into a state of confusion. 'Mama'? What was a 'mama'? He shook off the thought and as much as he disliked it, pulled his hand away.

"...If your...your brother knew...or your companion...I...I'm sorry...I hurt her so much..." Gaara took a step back and shook his head, eyes clentched shut tight. "I don't...I don't know what happened...I'll...I'll go--"

"No!" As soon as Gaara began to move, the small girl stopped him, fingers clutching tightly to the bare skin of his arm. He could feel the old roughness of the bandages but did not mind. It was her own personal feel to her skin. He secretly liked it so much. "I...I know we're the same! Don't leave me alone! Please!"

'A...Alone...?' Gaara's heart would pound as he turned around. Alone. He knew that so well. Did she come looking for him so she couldn't have to be alone? Did she want him as her friend? But...he was a monster. HE knew that for a fact. EVeryone called him that. It hurt so much too...

"The...same? What does it mean...to be the same?" He turned to look at her, a bit more brave now as he was searchign for an answer to figure out this timid little character. Maybe he would be finding his won companion too soon. Oh it was a lovely thought. It was just so lovely."How are we...the same? We're diffrent..." He continued. He removed his hand from his pocket and then placed the clip into her hair with a smile, a second lasting smile before he pulled away and then cotninued a serious look.

"My brother...Mint...the girl who you hurt...they say everyone's frightened by you. When people find out about me...they are frightened too... I don't like that feeling. They're all so scared and become mean to me so that I don't have anymore friends. You were the first one I made here...don't leave me alone please. We're the same..." Her arms wrapped around his tiny waist as she closed her eyes tightly.

His heart was throbbing and aching. It had been for a while now. Looking down at him, eyes suddenly softened as he put his own small fingers on her shoulders and closed his eyes, sand beginning to stir around them then his eyes would open. "...I promise I'll protect you from those awfully mean people..." He rubbed his nose into her hair and then held onto her a bit tighter. Someone so close to him...this close...penetrating the sand and the sand allowing her this close. It was like it understood his feelings for Mia.

"You'll protect me...?" Came Mia's voice wracked in sobs.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

For a moment, Mia's fingers would tighten with handfuls of Gaara's clothing as she cried into his chest for minutes. He fell to the floor, her still crying into his chest. It felt so good...but he felt it should have been the other way around. He should have been the other one crying, crying so much that he was glad to finally have a friend like her.

"Mia...?"

"Yes Gaara-san?"

"Is it...bad...for me to...cry too?"

"..."

"M-Mia?"

"No. It's not. That's a silly question..."

"...Thank you..." They ended up spending dawn untill mid-day, in each other's arms, crying about their new found friendship. Mia against Gaara's chest and Gaara crying upon Mia's shoulder. Both of them, so very pleased. For that single moment...it was a perfect world.

A/N: I know, not my best. But it will get better. I figured that time alone for them in 'a perfect world' would be suitable for them. They deserve it for their pasts! Please review this chapter and tell me if I should go on or not. Five or more reviews will get me started ont he next chapter. Any less, I'm not gonna even think about it. Keep on reading!