Kibas pov

I sat with akamaru as he dug through the sand. I wonder what he's looking for? Maybe he's just digging for fun? Actually that does look fun. I think I'll join in!

"What are you doing?" I froze halfway through my digging session to find kankero giving me a sceptical look.

He walked over and inspected the hole I just dug before turning back to me "you really are like a wild animal. I can't tell if that's endearing or weird"

I looked away shamefully. I knew it. I'm embarrassing him after all.

"Hey don't look so upset" he petted my head "like I said I want you to be yourself around here" a smile returned to my face. Kankero really is a kind man.

He took a seat beside me "this is where me, temari and gaara used to play. Gaara could control the sand so we always asked him to make different shapes with the sand. It's one of my favourite memories but even that one's tainted" I looked up in interest "back then when we played together it was always cut short by dad calling us inside. Once he did he tried to assassinate gaara" my face twisted in horror. How could a father do something like that to their own son!? "I wish we could have gotten closer. Maybe then he'd believe me when I said he'd be perfect for the role of kazakage"

He looked so sad as he said it. I stood up determinedly and wrote in the sand 'let me help'

"Oh puppy that's really sweet but you don't have to worry about that" I gave him a stern look "you wanna help that bad?" I nodded. He sighed in defeat "alright. Let's go check on him"