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For the next six months Gaara and Shigure did everything together, trained as ninjas (although Gaara didn't need to,) he did so he could spend more time with Shigure. They were the best students in their classes. Gaara started to learn to control Shikaku to some extent, and Shigure started to learn her Kaki-Genkai. Apparently it was a form of do-jutsu her startling fiery eyes contained it. Hand movements controlled and manipulated it but there were no need for hand signs and jutsu’s, if she raised her hands while using her Kaki-Genkai in her Chakra, then the force or chakra would follow them. She had also found out that her clan had a form of telepathy. They could more or less sense Chakra around them, and sometimes link into the mind, if ones power was strong enough.
After six months they were the best of friends and happier than they'd ever been. But Shigure's dads job had finished. He was helping construct the Kazekage's palace. And now they were going to head back to Konoha.
When her father told her of this she ran. After six months her hair had got longer and she wore it in a braid at the back. Her legs were slightly longer and her powers much stronger. She opened her mind to find Gaara, after a few seconds she felt his and Shikaku's power just north of the school. She followed it until she saw walking from a park into the boundaries of the palace were he lived with his father the Kazekage. She ran to him as fats as she could and tripped over a few feet in front of her.
She raised her hands to stop her fall, a few inches from the ground she levitated for a moment. She found her feet and stood. Gaara had started to run towards her. She looked at him, tears streaming down her face. And as soon as her reached her she threw her arms around him. He'd grown a few inches taller than her but she still hugged him.
She held him in her arms as he held her. They had spent so much time together. They'd spent their 7th birthdays together and loved each other’s company. A pain in her chest rose painfully and she feared would never go. She had to leave him, his protective arms and his kind soul. She wept in his arm for so long.
Eventually he pulled her back but still held her. “Shigure what's wrong?” he asked.
She dried her eyes and took many breaths to calm herself. She looked at him and told him. That she was leaving for Konoha and had no idea is she’d see him again. Tears started to muffle her voice again. Her cheeks were so wet, as though a storm had started but only rained on her.
As she spoke Gaara felt as though his chest had shrunk painfully. As she told him what was happening his gaze left hers and looked over her shoulders without seeing. He listened to her intently as she started to become hard to hear and sobs started to make her stutter. When she was done tears of his own ran down his cheeks, he pulled her close to him so she could again buried her face in his shirt. And squeezed her tightly he held her again tears running down his own cheeks.

After what felt like the smallest amount of time, Shigure's father came to the palace his daughter spent so much time with that red haired boy, there was no doubt she would be there. As he walked into the boundaries around the palace she saw her daughter, gold hair buried in the arms of the red haired kid, the Kazekage's son.
He held her close to him his hands around her back and hair. If they weren't 7 he would have thought something was up, but the ages, he figured that she didn't want to leave her friend. All seven year olds acted like that to their friends so he dismissed anything fishy.
He walked up to the pair. He reached his daughter and the Kazekage kid. Gaara stood to the older mans belly button approximately and his Shigure at his hip. He knelt down so he didn't tower over the two. He bowed his head to the boy to show his respect to the title Gaara had, and then turned to his daughter. “ We must go Shigure,” he said as kindly as he could. She looked up from her sanctuary into her father’s eyes; her soft fiery eyes were glistening and puffy. The boys shirt had a massive wet patch were her face had been. For a moment her eyes were dry, but seconds after her face left the boys shirt her cheeks were again dripping with tears.
He took his daughter softly and lifted her into his arm and stood. She looked at Gaara crying, ‘think Shigure think!!!’ She cried to herself, what could she say to make him remember her? She was about get out of ears reach. He watched her with sad eyes, tears still cascading from his gentle eyes. As a final attempt at something to say she yelled with as much composure as possible “please, never forget me Gaara!!! I love you!!!”

He stood there watching her get taken away, he didn't want to look away, this might be the last time he saw her, he watched her search for word and just as she walked through the boundaries of the palace she called out to him “please, never forget me Gaara!!! I love you!!!” his mouth gaped open; she sounded as though she stood next to him. Someone loved him. And she meant it; it wasn't a lie like his uncle. And he would never forget her. She smiled at him, and closed her eyes, he felt her again in front of him. But he saw her far away in front of him. He felt her soft lips brush his cheeks and kiss him, he looked at her, the real her, her eyes closed and her lips slightly pushed were her Chakra had kissed him. He looked to were her felt the kiss and brushed the air in front of him until he felt were her chakra was. He put his hand on her cheek once he'd found it and kissed her on the forehead. After a few seconds the force lifted and he looked to the distant figure of Shigure and smiled. He loved her too, and would never forget her

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For the next six months Gaara and Shigure did everything together, trained as ninjas (although Gaara didn't need to,) he did so he could spend more time with Shigure. They were the best students in their classes. Gaara started to learn to control Shikaku to some extent, and Shigure started to learn her Kaki-Genkai. Apparently it was a form of do-jutsu her startling fiery eyes contained it. Hand movements controlled and manipulated it but there were no need for hand signs and jutsu’s, if she raised her hands while using her Kaki-Genkai in her Chakra, then the force or chakra would follow them. She had also found out that her clan had a form of telepathy. They could more or less sense Chakra around them, and sometimes link into the mind, if ones power was strong enough.
After six months they were the best of friends and happier than they'd ever been. But Shigure's dads job had finished. He was helping construct the Kazekage's palace. And now they were going to head back to Konoha.
When her father told her of this she ran. After six months her hair had got longer and she wore it in a braid at the back. Her legs were slightly longer and her powers much stronger. She opened her mind to find Gaara, after a few seconds she felt his and Shikaku's power just north of the school. She followed it until she saw walking from a park into the boundaries of the palace were he lived with his father the Kazekage. She ran to him as fats as she could and tripped over a few feet in front of her.
She raised her hands to stop her fall, a few inches from the ground she levitated for a moment. She found her feet and stood. Gaara had started to run towards her. She looked at him, tears streaming down her face. And as soon as her reached her she threw her arms around him. He'd grown a few inches taller than her but she still hugged him.
She held him in her arms as he held her. They had spent so much time together. They'd spent their 7th birthdays together and loved each other’s company. A pain in her chest rose painfully and she feared would never go. She had to leave him, his protective arms and his kind soul. She wept in his arm for so long.
Eventually he pulled her back but still held her. “Shigure what's wrong?” he asked.
She dried her eyes and took many breaths to calm herself. She looked at him and told him. That she was leaving for Konoha and had no idea is she’d see him again. Tears started to muffle her voice again. Her cheeks were so wet, as though a storm had started but only rained on her.
As she spoke Gaara felt as though his chest had shrunk painfully. As she told him what was happening his gaze left hers and looked over her shoulders without seeing. He listened to her intently as she started to become hard to hear and sobs started to make her stutter. When she was done tears of his own ran down his cheeks, he pulled her close to him so she could again buried her face in his shirt. And squeezed her tightly he held her again tears running down his own cheeks.

After what felt like the smallest amount of time, Shigure's father came to the palace his daughter spent so much time with that red haired boy, there was no doubt she would be there. As he walked into the boundaries around the palace she saw her daughter, gold hair buried in the arms of the red haired kid, the Kazekage's son.
He held her close to him his hands around her back and hair. If they weren't 7 he would have thought something was up, but the ages, he figured that she didn't want to leave her friend. All seven year olds acted like that to their friends so he dismissed anything fishy.
He walked up to the pair. He reached his daughter and the Kazekage kid. Gaara stood to the older mans belly button approximately and his Shigure at his hip. He knelt down so he didn't tower over the two. He bowed his head to the boy to show his respect to the title Gaara had, and then turned to his daughter. “ We must go Shigure,” he said as kindly as he could. She looked up from her sanctuary into her father’s eyes; her soft fiery eyes were glistening and puffy. The boys shirt had a massive wet patch were her face had been. For a moment her eyes were dry, but seconds after her face left the boys shirt her cheeks were again dripping with tears.
He took his daughter softly and lifted her into his arm and stood. She looked at Gaara crying, ‘think Shigure think!!!’ She cried to herself, what could she say to make him remember her? She was about get out of ears reach. He watched her with sad eyes, tears still cascading from his gentle eyes. As a final attempt at something to say she yelled with as much composure as possible “please, never forget me Gaara!!! I love you!!!”

He stood there watching her get taken away, he didn't want to look away, this might be the last time he saw her, he watched her search for word and just as she walked through the boundaries of the palace she called out to him “please, never forget me Gaara!!! I love you!!!” his mouth gaped open; she sounded as though she stood next to him. Someone loved him. And she meant it; it wasn't a lie like his uncle. And he would never forget her. She smiled at him, and closed her eyes, he felt her again in front of him. But he saw her far away in front of him. He felt her soft lips brush his cheeks and kiss him, he looked at her, the real her, her eyes closed and her lips slightly pushed were her Chakra had kissed him. He looked to were her felt the kiss and brushed the air in front of him until he felt were her chakra was. He put his hand on her cheek once he'd found it and kissed her on the forehead. After a few seconds the force lifted and he looked to the distant figure of Shigure and smiled. He loved her too, and would never forget her