This is just some random drabble that I wrote after I saw this picture on deviantART. It's called "Three tones of sand", and that's where I got my insparation.
Three tones of sand.
There's red.
There's yellow.
And there's blue.
Three tones of sand.
Gaara's red. Kankurou is blue. And I am yellow.
Gaara is mean, spiteful, and angry. Red is a vengeful color.
Kankurou's dark, changing, and moody. Blue is a contrastful color.
I am bright, happy, and forgiving. Yellow is a peppy color.
Three tones of sand.
It had always been that way, our colors. Gaara was always cruel. Kankurou was always mysterious. I was always happy-go-lucky. We were always like that.
The thee tones of sand.
I remember sitting in my mother's lap, listening to her tell me that I would always be bright. I remember me holding my ear up against her stomach, feeling my baby brother kick. I was joyful.
I remember sitting with Kankurou whenever he'd play rough with he other boys in town. I remember him being happy when I bandage him up, then cold when Gaara would step anywhere within his sight. I remember laughing with him, then al of a sudden, him shirking away from me. He was bipolar.
I remember sitting across from Gaara, watching him glare at me, as though I never cared about him. I remember watching father teach Gaara hidden shinobi secrets from afar. I remember seeing Gaara laugh as he struck down shinobi after shinobi as though he was winning money for each shinobi he killed. He was cruel, to say the least.
Warm, changing, angry. Yellow, blue, red.
The three tones of sand.