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Warning: Story contains out-of-character-ness and language.
This was beta-ed by Blackmoon OniOokami.
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Chapter Four – Foreign, yet Familiar
He stared at her. The shovel in her hand, she tried to build something with sand and he had no idea what. When he was about to approach her, she tensed. She twirled around, her eyes searching. Her eyes finally settled on his form. Her tensed body relaxed as soon as she recognized him. Her face lit up, she waved, and smiled at him, again. What the hell was wrong with this girl and her smiles?
He turned and wanted to left, but his sand held him on the spot. It wouldn't let him go. He growled. He controlled the sand, not the other way round. Suddenly the distance between him and her cleared. She looked up. Her eyes held something he had not seen since his uncle's death. It was not hatred, nor was it fear. It was foreign, yet familiar. They had a warm light in them. He could not remember when he last had received the look like in her eyes. 'Doesn't matter,' he thought as he kept staring at her.
His eyes shift as she patted the place next to her. When he did nothing, she moved toward him. Then she tugged at his shirt and patted the place next to her again. After a while and most reluctantly, he sat down. The girl's smile grew, clapping happily before handing him her little, old, and slightly broken shovel. When he took the offered shovel, her smile widened to a point where he thought her cheeks had to be hurt.
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A/N: I apologize for not updating for so long. Real life is getting out of order over here. This is a quick update. I need this short break from school and life. Thankyou very much for reading my Gaara/Kagome fanfic. Many thanks! :)