Dust devil. That was what they were. Temari supplied the massive, whirling winds and Gaara gave it the cutting, biting sand. Sometimes they rode the dust devils they made together. After the Chuunin exam, Gaara had changed, and was so much friendlier with his siblings. So now, sometimes when they were bored or training, they'd create a dust devil, grab each other's hands tightly and run into their storm.Up they'd soar and around and around, tearing away the pains, judgements, insecurities, every thing that made up the world outside the storm that was their creation, the extension of themselves. Everything melted away but themselves. Sometimes, they would tug closer to each other, hug, comfort, kiss. They gave each other the sense of being they found no where else. The acceptance, freedom from inhibitions, simple human contact... that no one else could give them. And for those brief times, their turbulent souls unleashed themselves, unleashed their frenzy and made it concrete... so that they could rest.
