The nightly hours of Konoha were so quiet, so vacant.. as the village slept, all of them peaceful, not a worry on their minds.. the Kazekage should’ve been in Suna, his home lands, but he were scurrying during the nightly hours. He couldn’t sleep, it were almost torment, spending the nights alone in seclusion..
Shikamaru happened to be out. Why? Well, Gaara wouldn’t know that. Maybe Shikamaru were just having a smoke, maybe he couldn’t sleep either.. regardless, he were the perfect target for Gaara. The redhead moves so quickly, unmatched to any human.. his fingers gripping the Nara’s tied up hair, pulling his head back, as Gaara stood behind him, Shikamaru’s neck exposed to him.. “My, my.. look at what I have found..”