Kioshi and Gaara walked away from Nemuri's house refreshed and ready for anything. Nemuri had spent several hours making sure that they were prepared. So much so, that by the time they had left, Nemuri was like a second mother to Kioshi. It seemed a shame to Kioshi that Nemuri's two sons were both dead. She wished that Kodoku was alive now, not because she liked him, but because he would of made Nemuri happy. It could not of been helped, even if Kodoku had survived, he wouldn't of been with his mother, he would have been put into a mental hospital. Even so, the past was the past, there was nothing she could do to change it. She then turned her mind to Gaara. He was unusually silent today, and it seemed weird to her.
"Gaara, what are you thinking about?" Kioshi knew he wold most likely ignore the question and keep walking, but she felt she must ask it.
Gaara didn't even look at her, avoiding the question. It then occurred to her what day it was.
"Oh! Happy birthday Gaara," she said plainly.
Gaara looked at her slightly, not really acknowledging her existance.
"Where are we going to celibrate at?" She asked him hoping to lighten the mood.
"No where, I'm bringing you to another hide out..." Gaara put very bluntly.
"Gaara! What is up with this? First you drop me off at one hide out, then I was kidnaped, now your just dropping me off again! Explain this to me Gaara!"