The sun was setting slowly, and twilight was fast approaching; the azure skies were lit up with crimson and flecks of purple and streaks of clouds. The barren landscape was silent. Gaara was supposed to be on a mission, and usually he completed his missions in less than a day and went home as soon as they were completed. But something was keeping Gaara behind. He didnt know what it was, but he had a gut feeling that someone was going to appear out of no where.
Gaara tightened the cloak around his neck and continued walking on the desert landscape. Even if it was eerily quiet, this specific desert had a serene, beauty to it. It calmed Gaara down slightly. He walked for miles, and before he knew it, he could see a tiny shack, it seemed like it may have been a ramen shop, or maybe even just a regular shop. He squinted a bit, and was shocked by who he believed he saw. A tall figure, with raven colored hair, and black robes with red and white clouds on it stood near the shop. “Ah, it’s him” Gaara spoke to himself quietly, eying the dark figure.