'Kay. First story ever, please don't kill me if I make a mistake (meep). If somebody's already done this, sorry, I had a dream that went a lot like this and got it from there.
Gaara and the rest do not belong to me (If they did, Gaara would be dressed in a panda suit all the time. Mweheheheh) Masashi Kishimoto owns them instead. This is written in first person, reader o' vision, for all the fan s and fan boys out there.
(Argh, I can't think of a title)
You stumble through the storm, coated in sand. You're only three dunes away from Suna, yet all ready the sandstorm has blocked all sight of the village you came to call home. After falling for the seventh time in a row, you wearily get up on your feet again. Realising that you're not going anywhere like this, you ignore common sense and concentrate on one step at a time, away from the village and into the unforgiving desert.
As you walk- or rather, shuffle- you remember a time when your foster family had taken you to the beach. You were amazed at the sheer amount of water. You had bet your 'brother', who had a reputation for always being thirsty, that he couldn't drink it all. He ran down to the sea, and bent down. Moments later he was gagging on the beach. You rushed to his side, anxious and confused when his parents started laughing. You couldn't understand why they were laughing, but out of curiosity you decided to see why your foster brother had reacted that way. You waded in and took a gulp, only to spit it straight out again and scrape your tongue with your fingers to try and get rid of the taste. Your fingers, of course, were salty as well and you gagged. After they'd laughed so hard that tears came to their eyes, your foster parents finally came to your aid with something else to clear the taste. You looked across the beach, embarrassed, to see if anyone had watched your antics. A boy, about your age, who looked like a red-haired panda, stood next to a boy and a . They were together, but it seemed as though the panda-boy was alone, even though the way their body language didn't indicate it. You got the sense that they were pretending to be a happy family; a feeling that only grew stronger when the turned around and greeted somebody you had thought was their father. "Ohayo, sensei." You took a step towards them, about to introduce yourself, but your idiotic brother tackled you from behind. By the time you looked up from fighting your brother off, they had gone.
You wake up from your memory, to find yourself lying flat on your face. When did you fall? It didn't matter anymore; you had completely lost all track of time. You picked yourself up and began walking again, before you got buried in sand. You couldn't even tell which direction you were going in- you might be heading back to the village, for all you knew. Years, or maybe minutes later, your thoughts turned to Gaara again, and memories.