Trouble in Suna: Gaara fanfic {Under Construction}

Handshake?

Keiko's POV

The sun was setting on the desert and when the sun set in the desert the temperature became as cold as the dead. I sat on the roof of my new home or prison whichever I would decide to call it and thought about my day and my past while playing with the sand. I thought about my outburst of anger and how my rage still lingered.

But I realized something as I played with the sand with my hands, picking it up and letting the wind blow it away in the twilight watching how it twirled and swirled with the wind as if the wind was its dance partner. I realized I wasn't angry; I was frightened because unlike the sand I was all alone. Before I had my village even though they despised me but now I had nothing.

The purple ribbon tied around my wrist also threated to fly away and join the wind but I clutched it tightly to my chest, this feeling was painful. It made me think of her and the feelings I thought I buried a long time ago. I looked at the purple ribbon which struggled in my hand to fly away. Even though it was just an article of clothing it was a precious memory from when I had everything and I wished I could go back to that time. But my memory felt like it was fading especially of her but if I concentrated hard enough I could almost hear her voice and see her face.

'You must hide them from the ..... because they will betray you' her ghost whispered ominously.

I sighed and wrapped the ribbon around my eyes. It was becoming harder and harder to remember why I had to wrap my eyes. The world was so full of colors sometimes I just wanted to see what others see. I collapsed back onto my coat snuggling into the soft fur layering the inside.

The temperature was beginning to plummet. Normally, the cold would chill me to the bones but the cold wind soothed my feverish body and my coat still provided me warmth. I had cleaned and redressed my wounds with fresh bandages but traveling to Suna without properly tending to my wounds caused them to get slightly infected. The wounds were healing and not as painful as previously but I would have to be careful not to reopen them.

As I laid on my stomach I began to listen to the city come to life and soon I felt myself drifting to sleep. It was different falling asleep here because at my old village I listened to pitter of rain hitting the roof but here I listened to the nightlife of Suna. It had been a long time since I slept but I couldn't sleep to soundly because I was sure this place was full of hidden dangers.

My last thoughts before sleep consumed me was the engagement announcement tomorrow. Then a strange thought occurred to me, I could run. Running away was always an option, I had no family left, nothing to hold me back. I could still fulfill my role as wife to the Kazekage but the Kazekage's wife could be accidently killed on a mission. I would be free and my role fulfilled. The word free was a strange word and the thought of it entertained my mind and it would even invade my dreams that night.

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"Oi have you seen Keiko." Temari asked Kankuro.

"Mmhh....no... Did you check to see if she still in bed?" he replied in between sips of his coffee while reading the newspaper. "She probably locked herself inside her bedroom. I wouldn't be too worried, she'll come down when she's ready".

"I'm just worried, you know. We don't know much about her and the way yesterday ended. I just don't know. I'll just go check on her to see if she needs anything" Temari said.

Temari ended up at Gaara's and Keiko's bedroom door, she hesitated before finally knocking. After a few knocks and no responses she called out, "Keiko, it's me Temari. Is everything okay?". Still no response. She knew Gaara wasn't in there because he hardly used his bedroom, she couldn't even remember the last time he had.