Of all the things he’d expected to see on his way to Konoha, this had not been it. One moment he was headed calmly through his own desert, the next…
Well, the next he was staring at familiar red hair and pale green eyes. After ascertaining that this other version of him was not, in fact, genjutsu, or a strange sort of clone (which it really didn’t seem to be, given that this version of him last remembered facing Madara, whereas the war had ended nearly a year ago for him), Gaara was forced to conclude that there was indeed a younger version of himself scowling at him.
And he had no idea what to do about it. He knew very little on the subject of space-time jutsu.
Luckily, he happened to be going to see someone who did. So, with a sigh of something akin to resignation, Gaara said, “…I think Naruto will be able to help. Come on.”
Since Naruto no longer lived in Konoha, and this younger Gaara had appeared near the edge of the desert, they were actually only a little over a day away. And when they reached the blonde’s forest home, Gaara pushed open the door without preamble and said, “…I apologize for being late, but I found something interesting in the desert…”
Stepping aside, he gestured for the other redhead to come in.