Lonely Desert

Oh sweet boy

"H-hey y/n? You okay there?" Gaara questioned panicking, right in front of my face while his small hands rested on my shoulders. When I came to from having the bad memory, my face had gotten extremely close to his. We both blushed bright red and looked away from each other. Wow the ground sure is interesting....

"Y-yeah.... Just a bad memory is all!" I replied grinning. It's okay, even if life isn't great but I still have new my best friend Gaara! He nodded still unsure if I was telling the truth but decided to drop it anyway because he knew I didn't want to talk about it, a small smile graced his own small features. "You're so cute when you smile Gaara...." I murmured under my breath. Realising what I said I cupped my hands over my mouth as my cheeks began to heat up and burn my face. Gaara's own face began to glow a dark red as he also began to register what I said. I hoped that he wouldn't hear it but that didn't seem to be the case. He mumbled a "Thanks... you too..." (eeeee I love The flufffff) but I didn't know if he really said it because the wind began to pick up and muffle his voice. Must have been the wind right?

Glancing up at the sky I realised it was slowly getting dark and the stars had come out of hiding. "It's getting late, I should head back now before I'm yelled at" I nervously muttered while scratching the back of my head awkwardly, my cheeks were still dusted pink at this point but Gaara wouldn't notice as it was too dark. To be honest I'd much rather spend the whole night with Gaara but I knew we would both need to return.

We both said our goodbyes as we headed to our respected houses. Beginning the relatively short trip home, I noticed how some villagers where still out or closing down their shops for the night. As I walked past them they stared at me with looks of utter disgust or hatred. This was the part of the day I hated the most. Going back home.

I continued walking the path of shame which my head down before turning around at the sound of my name mentioned. "Hey y/n let's meet back here tomorrow! Have a good night my bestest friend!" He shouted, hands cupping around his mouth in an attempt to be louder, he was grinning right at me with one of those smiles you just can't help but smile back at. He's right, we are best friends. I may not know much about friendship but he is someone I would trust my life with. "YEAH! See you then Gaara!!" I yelled back in response.

Gaara

My best friend

My only friend.

For the rest of the walk home I continued to think about my meeting with Gaara. It must be strange for your father to be the Kazekage of the village, like imagine getting and reporting on missions to your own father?

When I entered the house everything was dead silent and the lights were out. They must be in bed early. My parents never really went anywhere unless they were getting new weapons or missions, as I would usually do all the shopping. Although this is definitely strange behaviour for my parents to be in bed this early, it was unlike them but still possible.

I snuck towards the door of their bedroom and stuck my head around the corner. If they caught me I'd be dead, that's why I trained my self to be stealthy and get past them even if they were in the same room as me. There was no sign of life in the room.

I began to wander the narrow hallways of out small house and checked every room in the house while calling out their names before making my way to the kitchen which they weren't in either. Pulling out a seat I slumped onto the counter, they were probably on a mission. They did that a lot, disappearing without any word to me.

I was still tired from the encounter with Red-head-Chan. Glancing over the bench my eyes landed on a small note which had been placed there, obviously from my parents. I reached my tired arm over to the other side of the bench where the paper resided. Grabbing the slightly crumbled sheet I began to read the contents of the note to myself.

Out on a mission
Be back in a few days

That was all. Just some small message written in a paper ripped out of a book, not even a full piece at that. Although I did predict this would happen, it's still annoying how they don't mention anything to my face. Not that I really cared, but they still could have added some detail like when they would be leaving or some money for food.

I began to pace back to my room. Closing the door behind me, I ungracefully flung myself onto my uncomfortable bed, while I threw the piece of paper onto my three-legged desk.

The springs hurt my back but I payed no mind to the pain and fell asleep after a few hours of thinking and staring into utter darkness.

Before I knew it a week had past since my first meeting with Gaara and my parents left. I continuously asked the Kazekage about my missing parents but he gave me no useful information on the subject, usually saying "they'll be back sooner or later" or "won't you just go bother someone else?". I could understand the fact that he was the leader of the village and therefore had a lot of work to get done which he wanted to finish free of annoyance and the likes of me, but he could at least pretend to care or show interest. Oh well.

During the time that I was alone, I got closer with Gaara, I had spent most my time with him as I didn't have any other friends and neither did he. We would usually just walk around the sand bound village or kick a ball around in a secluded area, but my favourite moments were when we just talked about everything amongst ourselves.

I didn't say anything about my previous life as obviously that was a different dimension and no one would believe me. Although we mainly spoke of the other kids and villagers, turns out we shared the weight of everyone's hate, so it was lucky we found each other otherwise it could have ended badly. Gaara did act cold towards the villagers but he had told me of the events beforehand and if I'm being honest I think they deserve it and much worse. Guess this truely is a lonely desert.

As I was sitting on my bed reading the infamous make out paradise, shut up I know I'm too young but it does have a good storyline and it's the only decent novel in the entire village, there was a knock at the door. I raced to answer it thinking it was my parents, although they could have let themselves in as they have a key. Opening the door I quickly realised that wouldn't be the case.

Standing on the other side of the door was a sand ninja who appeared to be of chunin or Jonin level. "H-hey there can I hel-" I questioned before getting cut off by the cocky nin. Blatantly he replied with,

"The Kazekage wishes to speak with you brat" he snapped his gaze over to me trying to intimidate me. Though it definitely wasn't going to work. He muttered a few things about how he doesn't know what the Kazekage wants with an idiot like me and how he was confused as to how I was allowed to stay in the village with a demon inside me. Ignoring those words I nodded and ushered him out before locking up and heading out to the Kazekages office. I wonder what Gaara's dad wants with me?

Of course! This was about my missing family! They must have just reported about their mission and wanted to see their daughter! With that thought in mind I raced even faster to the tower. Once I arrived, let's just say, what I heard was not something I expected or ever wanted, and the other? Well it wasn't a subject I wanted to discuss for the second time in my two lives.

A/n
Hope you liked it! I tried really hard with this chapter so make sure to vote and leave a comment. I'll be fixing up some grammar mistakes with the other few chapters so they will look more presentable! Have a good rest of week and weekend!

1490 words! Damn that's the longest one yet ;D