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After reading a lot of fics about the Sand Siblings I suddenly had the crazy inspiration for this! It's not as good as it sounded in my head but I wanted to submit it anyways. This is my first fanfiction that I completed (even though it's a one-shot). I hope I'll be able to do more in the future!
P.S: Reviews are appreciated! :D
The Deserts Secrets
The desert was simple for those whose minds were also. Sand, sand, sand… For those who were of a more practical following saw something more intricate. The days were scorching, the nights so cold one could freeze. So little water one could safely assume that almost nothing living could be supported save for a few cacti.
Then there were people of the desert. Not observers, they were apart of the wonderland they called home. They saw the sunrise of warm pinks, oranges, and reds. They saw the many stars that were so beautiful in there distance against an undisturbed sky. They knew that underneath their sandals was a burrow of sand rats scurrying along working for the meager living they relied on. They almost felt the rattlesnake underneath the boulder. They saw the beauty in the harsh desert lily, nourished by nothing, defying nature by even daring to bloom. They saw, and they knew, and they put their knowledge to use so they could be of use.
The harsh wind of the night was respected, harnessed by her fan. The gusts she created without mercy moved the sands. Temari felt she could move mountains if she wanted to. She was the deserts cruelty.
The cracked earth, which never saw water was curiously made into clay when combined with water to make his companion and shield. Kankuro bent the puppet to his will to keep him alive, like the rattlesnake used it's venom. He was the deserts protection.
The sand, yes the unending, relentless sand was almost molded into his very being for the sole responsibility of being his. The grains served as his protection, and as a tool for his cruelty. Gaara owned the sand. Gaara owned the desert. He was the deserts master.
His siblings never disagreed with this mentality, but would often find themselves thinking of the special part of their home that was theirs, and theirs only.
Kankuro knew that his little brother would never feel the security of having a sturdy body in front of him, shielding him from the deadly blows of the enemy, knowing at the same time that he manipulating it all. When the rain nin's poisoned senbon that was aimed straight for his heart went directly into his puppets hand, he knew for the first time. He knew that his protection triumphed his.
Temari knew that her youngest brother would never feel the wind flow out of her fan, as if pushed forward by her sheer force of will that it will hit her target! It has to hit her target! It must! It!… has. She knew he will never know the joy she takes when her wind blows the sand into the air, that for just that moment, she feels that her beautiful dance of flowing air, her cruelty, has triumphed over his.
Kankuro, Gaara, and Temari were people of the desert. They saw, they used, and they learned the ways of the desert. They found it's secrets. And they made some of their own.
Don't get me wrong, I love Gaara and I always like to read fics where the Sand Sibs are as close as they can be, but putting him in this light just felt right. That even though he was crazy, and bloodthirsty, and his siblings wished that things could've been different, they were all one. And they always would be regardless of how scared they were of Gaara or if they hated him.
P.S: Reviews are REALLY appreciated!