Gaara was sitting down in a chair, using the light from a lamp to read over some of the mission reports. Outside, rain was falling. It was expected to come sooner or later. After all, it was the rain season. Gaara just hoped that it didn't continue raining too hard. That usually caused floods and quicksand traps, making it dangerous to travel through the desert.

After about an hour, he set the materials on the ground and out of the way. He then sat back and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. He hated having to read so much in one day, especially in such a poorly lit room. Normally, he would be at his office but the rain prevented him from venturing out of the house. Another reason was that he couldn't leave Moeka without any adult supervision. His siblings were always pestering him to get a nanny, but he didn't trust them. Besides, he liked around her. She always had such a bright aura around her that it actually made him feel happy whenever she near.

Gaara sighed and smiled to himself, just before a bolt of lightning filled the sky and thunder boomed loudly. The thunder was followed by a shrill scream. Before Gaara could even react, something wet had jumped onto him. He looked down in surprise to see a soaking wet Moeka, who was now 6 years old, holding onto him. She had her face buried in his shirt, muffling her sobs. Gaara wrapped his arms around the sobbing child, hushing her and calming her down.

After about 5 minutes, he felt her small body finally relax and could hear that she had stopped crying. He sat her up in his lap and looked into her sad, sea green eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. The little girl sniffled and nodded. "Did the thunder scare you?" he continued asking, smirking playfully at his daughter.

"That and Kankurou-sama left his puppet out!" she cried, burying her face into her father's shirt again. "Ojisan is so mean!" Gaara smirked at her. Sometimes she could be a handful. Other times, she was as delicate as a flower.

"Definitely something she inherited from her mother," he thought to himself. Gaara pet her on the head.

"I'll talk to him when he gets back from his mission," Gaara told her. Moeka looked up at him and nodded. "Now, why are you wet." The girl smiled.

"I wanted to feel the rain on my skin," she told him, her eyes glistening with joy. Gaara raised an eyebrow, making the little one giggle. "I didn't mean to get you wet too."

"Sure you didn't," he replied sarcastically, poking Moeka in the ribs. She squealed and fell off Gaara's lap. She instantly popped back up, glaring into Gaara's eyes. Gaara smirked at her, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going to go put on some dry clothes," he told her, getting to his feet. "You should do the same." Moeka giggled and nodded.

"I'll race you upstairs!" she laughed, running out of the room and up the stairs. Gaara sighed and shook his head.

Moeka scrambled up the stairs and rounded the corner, only to be scooped up by Gaara. She squealed as she was lifted off the ground and carried down the hall.

"You're such a cheater father," she told him with a frown.

"I didn't cheat," he told her with a smirk. "I improvised."

"That's cheating." Gaara gently set her down on the ground in front of her door.

"Get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs in the kitchen," he said. Moeka's face immediately brightened.

"Hot chocolate!?" Gaara slowly nodded. The young girl immediately disappeared inside her room.

10 minutes passed before Moeka returned downstairs in her warm pajamas. She sat down in a wooden chair and Gaara set a mug down in front of her. He then took a seat in the chair across from her. He watched with interest as Moeka tried to find a way to drink the hot chocolate without burning her mouth.

"Why don't you just wait for it to cool off?" he asked, smirking at her all the while.

"I don't want to wait," she explained with a smile. Gaara shook his head.

"You should really learn some patience." The girl frowned and glared at the hot cocoa, earning a laugh from the Kazekage. Moeka finally gave up glaring at the mug and slouched back in her chair. She then looked up into her father's eyes, and asked a very random question.

"What was mother like?"

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Hello all! Alright, I wrote a little and I still have more to type. I just wanted to know what you guys think.

News on my wrist! Luckily, it's nothing to worry about. It turns out to be just a strain or something that has to do with the soft tissue. Anyway, I was just told to take it easy and to only type for school. Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Plus, it wasn't all that much. I had a lot more to write but I decided to at least be a little weary about my wrist. I'll write a little more tomorrow and I will hopefully have the next part up by Wednesday.

So what do you think about Moeka? Is she too much, or should I tone her down a bit? I don't know. I think she seems like a 6 year old girl. At least, any six year old girl that I have known. Please review! I don't want to be disobeying my doctor for nothing, all though I don't really like my doctor anyway. THANKS TO ALL WHO HAVE REVIEWED! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU DESERVE A BIG PAT ON THE BACK! LOL!