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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. Finally an answer emitted from his lips, "I don't sleep".

Florence nodded her head in a understanding way (not that she understood at all). Perhaps this kid was so cranky becuase he was overtired? Either way even if it was bad company the woman was elated to not be alone.

"What's you name" the medic whispered calmly, inching closer.

Instinctively like a feral animal the boy backed away, a low growl coming from his throat.

"I'm not trying to hurt you" Florence halted, raising her arms as a sign of peace. Her eyes fluttered innocently.

His face scrunched in disgust, hands clenched by his side. "As if you could hurt me" the kid growled hatred falling from his tounge.

Florence sighed, nodding her head, "okay" she blatantly agreed. The woman moved to sit on the cold ground. The day had been tiring and her body ached for relief. Though sadly reflief had become a foreign feeling.

The ginger blinked. He expected her to lash back, fight him, do anything but agree. For the first time in a long time Gaara was taken aback.

Perhaps that was why he choose to give her his name. "Gaara" he murmered in a stagnatly cold voice. His foot scuffed in the dirt as he hesitated once more. Though after a second he turned and receded into the nights darkness leaving the woman once again alone.

"Gaara" Florence murmered intrigued, her fingers picking at the grass. Once again she was alone, she really didn't want to be by herself right now.

If atleast for a few minuets the peculiar, hostile, boy gave a vacation from her own personal turmoil.

The kunoichi sighed, resting her head against her knees. She only wanted to go home, but Kakashi would be home and she didn't wanna see him.

God she was baby, a big baby.

"I was stupid" in full blood and bone, skin and spirt Kakashi sauntered onto the scene. His hair tasseled, expression distressed. It was obvious he'd been searching for a while.

Florence's head drew up from her knee's, her heart physically skipping a beat. Just the sight of him made her feel an unwavering sort of comfort. She could never truly hate him.