There were trumpets, saxophones, maracas, and guitars. Even the tuning of the guitars was different to her; it had… a sort of twang to it. (If you need help thinking of the type of music she's listening to, for all those who have, think Dirty Dancing Havana Nights, and listen to Satellite the Spanish version… random I know).
"This music… just begs you to dance, don't you think?" Soma asked, looking at Gaara.
Gaara looked at her surprised. No one had ever, ever, given him the impression that they'd even consider getting close enough to him like that.
Some took his hand, "c'mon, I've never heard this type of music before. Ignoring it would be a waste."
"Out here in the open?" Gaara asked, alarmed.
"Why not?" Soma asked, not noticing his surprised expression.
"Well, there's so many people around, and…"
"Are you embarrassed?" Soma asked, confused.
"No… not embarrassed. Just…" Gaara faltered.
"Just what?" Soma inquired.
"Confused as to why someone like you… would want to… with me," Gaara admitted.
Soma thought for a minute, not sure what he meant. "Why wouldn't I want to? Is there a reason I shouldn't?" she asked.
"No… no reason," Gaara said. 'She really doesn't know… what I was…'
"Then, good sir, shall we dance," Soma said, humorously.
Gaara smirked, a memory he had almost forgotten forcing its way to the front of his mind…
"OH WOW!! We never had music like this back home!" A young red-haired girl exclaimed, looking at the musicians.
Gaara smiled, "they're all over Suna," he said.
The girl began to sway to the music, "it makes me want to dance… GAARA! Do you want to dance with me!?"
"What!?" Gaara asked, caught off guard.
"C'mon! Let's dance! Please?" the girl begged.
"I don't know Soma… I don't really know… how," Gaara admitted.
"It's easy, c'mon, just move your body to the music… Here I'll show you!" the girl, Soma, said, taking his hand, and beginning to dance.
"C'mon Gaara, let's dance! Please?" Soma begged, "unless… you're scared?"
Gaara took her other hand, "I… am not scared of dancing."
"I wasn't talking about dancing," Soma said, letting go of one of his hands, and spinning herself, still holding the other. Her back was up against him. "I think you're scared of me."
"What makes you say that?" Gaara asked, this time, twirling her himself, so that she was facing him again.
"Well… for one thing, you were very quiet the first time we were together alone. You didn't want dance at first… you keep staring at me… I think you are terrified of me," Soma said.
"I think you need to re-think your logic," Gaara said, pulling her close.
Soma smiled, "so what happens now?"
"I don't know…"
Gaara and Soma stared at each other. Soma's bright smile had turned to a gently warm one as she looked deep into his sea foam eyes. Her eyes gazed over to something around his neck. She slowly reached forward, "what is this?"
"Hn?" Gaara looked at her quizzically before realizing what she was pointing to. He slowly lifted the thin rope around his neck. In the centre of it, was a pendant. Carved into it was the Sand Village symbol and a giant sand raccoon.
Soma's eyes widened. "MY NECKLACE?!!" she suddenly.
Gaara looked at her oddly, "you… once had this?"
"YEAH! I was in the desert when I was 6 I think… and I lost it in a sand storm!" Soma got all excited, "I wondered what happened to it."
Gaara's heart began to pound suddenly. 'Soma… it is her… the same…' "Soma…" he whispered.
"Eh?" Soma questioned.
Gaara suddenly wrapped his arms around her, "I thought I lost you…" he whispered.
Soma blinked, strange thoughts came to her mind. A migraine followed them. The visions were… of her parents and a single memory…
"It's Gaara… run!" children screamed running.
Soma stopped staring as the children of this new town pushed past her. She looked at who they were running from, and began to laugh. What was so dangerous about a boy her age?
The boy looked up at her, confused by her laughter, he approached. His steps were careful, as if expected her to take off as well.
"I won't bite," Soma said, smiling.
The boy approached her, his crimson hair blazing in the sun. "You… you're not afraid of me?" he asked, uncertainly.
"Should I be?" Soma asked, confused.
"Well…" the boy began, but then cut himself off, "I'm Gaara."
"Soma," Soma introduced, "a pleasure."
"You're not from around here are you?" Gaara asked.
"Nope. I came from the village hidden in the Lightning. My family just moved here," Soma said.
"Can I… can I show you around?" Gaara asked.
"Yeah! I'd like that!" Soma said, happily. The 5 year old girl offered her hand to the 5 year old boy.
Gaara smiled and took her hand, leading her through the streets of Suna.
"I… grew up here… didn't I?" Soma asked, then shook her head. "No… I was only here for a year… and… my… my parents?" She knew it had to be here… that she lost them. "What happened to them… and… us?"
That was the one question Gaara didn't want to answer. He didn't want her to run away from him again… because of what he did.
"Gaara?" Soma's eyes showed much concern. "You… you would tell me… if you knew right?"
Gaara took a deep breath. "You're… parents died. I… I killed them."
"Why?" Soma's eyes showed no malice, as if she didn't care that he had killed them.
"I… I don't know anymore. I wanted to forget that day… because… I lost you that day. And… I did forget it," Gaara said.
"That was the past, Gaara. I never really knew them… I don't remember them. But I remembered you… that has to count for something. If my head forgot you, and my heart didn't, it has to mean something," Soma said.
I was really hyper when I wrote this... so if some parts seem... odd... I was really hyper crazy, listening to spanish music, and I actually asked myself the next day what I was smoking when I wrote some parts... but my partner in crime said she liked it... so here it is!