The wind howls in Suna.
Gaara ignored the presence that shadowed his side. The roof has been amiable in its solitude until Kankuro interrupted it. The night sky was vast, and the stars were a welcome diversion to his scattered thoughts.
Gaara's gaze slipped to the side, darkness shadowing his expression.
"Yes, Kankuro?"
Kankuro skulked from the shadows to settle on the edge with his brother, pointedly ignoring the way Gaara's hand clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
"Sakura left pretty quick. Message from Konoha?"
Gaara's frown lines deepened.