[Hokage] Different Eyes

Gaara looked around, and found that the architectural style was somewhat similar to Konoha, but there were more traces of unified planning.This is a place he has never seen before.

"Excuse me..." He bent down and asked a little girl passing by.But the little girl continued to walk straight, her eyes didn't tremble because of him.Gaara looked at his hand, which was almost translucent. I remembered that he was fighting Deidara, so he is dead now?He smiled wryly.Except for the little girl, there are no other passers-by around, and it is quite empty, as if all perspectives are concentrated on this point.

The little girl tried her best to keep her eyes wide open and her mouth pursed, trying not to cry.The pink water bottle on the side of her baggy satchel seeped and soaked, leaving huge spots on the bag.Gaara followed her to an apartment, the interior of which could be called simple, even the walls were made of unpainted concrete.She put down her schoolbag, took out a water bottle and a book.The electric fan whirred and turned, and those books were curled up and looked haggard.She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and went outside to a flower bed with the water bottle open with an ugly gash.

There are several places where the flower bed has been newly turned, and it is slightly raised like a grave.She quickly dug a small hole, put the water bottle in and covered it with soil.Her big tears were mixed in the covered soil.

"I'm sorry..." She sighed, her chest heaving violently, "I can't protect...you..."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I can't help you...why...I have to go through this kind of thing..." She knelt down and buried her head in her arms.

"Who can help me……"

Gaara stretched out his hand to pat her on the head, but the moment he approached, the space was distorted and deformed.

He was parked in a moving bus.Shake, shake.The billboards flashing by the roadside were written in Chinese, and he realized that this was not his world.The heavy and dim colors of the setting sun danced alone on the ground of the window, looking lonely.This is the last train with only one passenger left.

My love Luo vaguely discerned that this was what the little girl just now looked like when she grew up.deja vu.She kept looking out of the window without moving, as if the car was just a small boat floating in the middle of the lake, unaware of wind and rain.She gently held a gourd-shaped pendant—it was Gaara's gourd, which was crude and rough when she bought it, but she patiently recolored it.Xiao Xiao lay quietly in her soft palm.

It quickly darkened.The orange light was on in the car, and her appearance was shown on the window. For a moment, Gaara felt that the phantom shuttling through the bright street lights outside the window was the real her.She withdrew her gaze and turned the gourd in her hand, tears dripping down on it.

Gaara couldn't see her expression clearly because of the broken hair on her forehead.He could only see her lips moving.

It seemed to be a call from a distant past life.The surrounding scene changed again, a six or seven-year-old girl stood in front of the window of the second-floor room of Sha Yin Hospital and looked at herself.

Even without looking down at himself, he knew it was his childhood memory.He secretly followed Yashamaru, who was going to apologize to the people he hurt, and came here, but when he looked up, he found a girl looking at him.There was no disgust, no surprise, and a look without any impurities.She was whispering something, which was in line with the girl's mouth just now.

The next day, he intentionally passed by there again.She is leaning against the window and reading a book.On the windowsill stood a plant that did not belong in the desert, with white flowers.As if noticing his gaze, she looked up to meet his eyes, and stood there until he had to leave because of those malicious glances from the other room.After returning home, he asked Yashamaru to ask who the girl was.Although he couldn't make out the girl's face, he could tell that she didn't belong here.

Why is she here?Did she stop there so calmly because she didn't know what kind of monster she was?If I go to her, will she be willing to play with me?If she knew I had killed someone, would she hate... me?Gaara hid in the corner of the room.A peregrine falcon flies past the narrow window.

Gaara doesn't want to reminisce anymore, he knows what will happen next.

On the third day, when he finally got up the courage to knock on the door of that room and opened it cautiously, there was only the plant left in the room that could not be dealt with in the future. It was still a white flower, but it had fallen powerlessly to the ground.die.

How can plants that do not belong to the desert survive here.

He picked up the white flower and felt that he had lost something.what.

But now he has returned to this place in his memory. As he grows older, the image of the girl that was already blurred is now particularly vivid.Here she is still standing still and will never fall.What is she trying to say?Gaara ran to the hospital.He did not choose to use sand to directly pile up the sand wall close to the second floor.He wants to rely on his own strength.Try again.

He flung open the door.The girl didn't disappear.She turned around slowly, a faint smile reassuring.Black hair, gray eyes.

she spoke softly.

The girl whose pseudonym was Sato Jin at the time, the girl who will appear next to the 16-year-old him under the name Ito Usagi in the future, the Uchiha Jin who is about to disappear in his world, she is saying: "Gaara. "

Gaara

I love Luo

The author has something to say: Occasionally, I would like to like their appearance so much that it would be nice if they knew

Probably wasting their time too [laughs]