“Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking: Well, at least I'm not dead.”
Kenta had spent a few days wandering the desert. He had not where to be and definitely no where to go. No home. No responsibility. No love ones. There was just he, himself, and hisself (even though that is not a word.) "Sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, and sand. Sand as far as the eye can- well hello there," he said. He saw the shimmering of Suna on the horizon. "That must be my new destination."
Trudging through the sand, he could only dream of water and a good meal. But, of course, he had to figure out where to stay first.
He walked through the main gates and talked to the guards briefly. It wasn't about much. He asked about their families and whether they were well fed or not. And then he was off again.
Kenta was not as well versed in the traditions and history of Sunagakure as he wished to be. He did not even know who the current Kazekage was; so when he walked up to Gaara, he wasn't expecting too much of a formal conversation.
"Do you know where I could get some cheap boarding at?" he asked.
Kenta figured he could get some help through the ninjas, so the training grounds was the place to look. He noticed a girl on the ground. "Ah, miss, shouldn't you be in the kitchen? That is a much safer place for someone of your gender."
"No, no, no... Death is...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being."
LOCATION Suna's Training Grounds
COMPANY Gaara and Hikari
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