Epologue
By Areku1993
"Kazekage, sir? Where are you going?"
Gaara shot his secretary a glance. "Out. Do I have anything to do in the next... Hm, hour?"
The secretary shifted through records and papers. "No, sir. You're free for practically the rest of the day. You just have dinner with Kankurou and Temari later."
"Well, don't I every night? Don't answer that. I'll be back later."
"Of course, Kazekage, sir."
Stepping through the streets of Sunagakure, Gaara looked around as his village prospered. Merchants sold their merchandise, shopkeepers hung items and trinkets in the windows. All was as it should be in Sunagakure. Nothing was amiss.
Stomping down Main Street, Gaara greeted his villages and shinobi with smiles and slight nods. Otherwise, he was so bored it wasn't funny. In fact, the WHOLE day wasn't funny, courtesy of the date. March eighteenth, 2007. Gaara was sixteen.
Finally turning, Gaara made made his way across the lawn... Er, sand... Of the Sunagakure Christian church. Putting out a hand to rest lightly on the fencs, he swung over it, ignoring the mud he got on his shoes upon landing. Pausing under a cherry blossom tree, he bent down and swiped up some wildflowers. It was very un-Gaara like, but today was an important day, to him, at least.
He was surprised to see no one there. Not even the family...
His gaze fell on a stone. It was small, nothing too elaborate, very simple to say the least. Kneeling down on the dirty ground, he set the flowers in front of it, staring at the stone for a moment before standing, turning and leaving.
Naito Rikka
1983-1995
She was today
She was tomorrow
She was the last scent of a rose
She was a friend.