For I am Temari Here Are My Thoughts,
A One Shot Story
I wonder what happens to people when they die. Being around Gaara so much makes you wonder to yourself. Is there an after life they go to? Is there nothing out there? No one seems to know, other than those of intense religion. How many ninja can you think of that are religious? My Thoughts Exactly.
I walked outside Sunagakure alone. No one to bother me; no Kankuro, no Gaara, just silence. I do this a lot, just because I am a person who on the outside is loud and outspoken, but on the inside I am thoughtful and distant. I distance myself from them a lot, as much as I can being on their team. That's not often. I train alone, I walk alone, and sometimes I feel like I live alone, even though Kankuro is there. Gaara has long since left us, as he feels that if he stayed we would be dead. I worry about him, I really do.
Some go as far to say I hate him. I say they go too far. He's my brother, my flesh and blood. Mother is dead because of him, but I don't believe she would want us to hate him. Kankuro and I never see eye to eye when we talk about this. He says she hated him too. I don't think she could have. One thing we both agree on, Father has no tolerance for him.
I stopped and thought about Mother some more. She was a kind woman who didn't deserve her fate, although it was the only way. It was two lives, or perhaps all of ours. I'd have done the same thing in her place. I would understand. It would rip my heart out, knowing what my child would have to go through, but I would do it. At least the child would benefit from it somehow. Gaara seems to.
A gust of wind came around me and kicked up the sand. I couldn't see more than a foot away from me, and for a moment I thought I saw her. I heard my name being called, "Temari," distant in the wind. I wanted to walk toward her, but I couldn't. I just knew it wasn't her, it was the desert playing tricks on my eyes. I turned around and walked the way I came.
I got back into the village from my stroll in the sand. Kankuro was about minding his business in the streets. He had a mission to do soon on his own. He was gathering his supplies. He would be gone a few days. He looked at me to acknowledge that he knew I was back. I broke eye contact and kept walking. He and I haven't really talked lightly in years. It was always about what we were to do next, where we were going, about Gaara, or something to do with Father. Never is there light conversation anymore.
I passed Gaara as well. People avoided him, stopping to let him pass them in fear. I looked at his pale green eyes in sadness and woe. He looked back, and I broke contact. He's so cold to everyone. There isn't one person in the Ninja lands that could warm his heart. If only there was one person who wouldn't fear him. Just one and I think he'd be a changed person. I want to see the Gaara that's hiding from the world. The Gaara that would be there if Shukaku wasn't in his way. The Gaara I would love as my little brother. The Gaara that will never be.
I sighed. There was too much trouble in his life. The poor kid. I walked into the compound that now belongs to Father, Kankuro, and me. Father is never here, so it's just me and Kankuro inside. I have my room and he has his.
I went straight to my room where I lay down on my bed, looking at the ceiling. Just wood looked back at me. I closed my eyes and tried to picture our family as it should be. Father, Mother, and the three of us all together. It was hard, but I fixed Gaara with a smile. It was strange, picturing him that way. Almost like it was never meant to be. Our Family will always be broken with no hope of coming together again.