Kaze, Suna
The sand slipped through my fingers.
Once.
Was lifted by the wind and wound and weaved and slithered like the desert snake that guided it into a forest storm where it clashed with blowing leaves and was ground into the hard, dry earth.
The snake slithered away while the clash was in course, away with flames on its tongue and poison in its veins, sand, long dried, laced on its fangs. When I came out of the forest the sand in my hand had trickled, all but one grain, had slipped between my fingers, save a small crystalline speck in the crease of my cupped palm where I'd held it for years.
The sand will not fall again.
I walked back home with the grain, along the path of the desert snake, and when I opened my hand the sand, no longer but one lonely grain, was free and rolled through the air, riding the waves of the wind that breathed life into its shapeless tides.
From the sand came the sand.
From one grain came the desert.
And all was right.
But my hands are full of holes.
The scorpion followed the path of the snake, crouching against the powerful winds, a hawk at its side, master of the gales. The scorpion hid in the shade and a hawk poured out of the golden sun and dyed the sand red. I opened my fist, clenched tight for two years.
Nothing.
The sand had fallen all at once.
The sand will not fall again.
I will chase the wind.
Confused? I am too! Only slightly though... I wrote it with the intention of the sand representing the Kazekage (the 4th at first) and then the sand from the grain till the end is Gaara as Kazekage. But then I used fire for the Hokage and thus I should use wind as the Kazekage so you can look at it with the Kazekages as the wind pushing their village, the sand, or as the Kazekages as the sand just in the wind. Whichever. Anymore questions I will gladly answer XD! Hope you enjoyed!