Wind and Sand: Journal of Lord and Lady Kazekage
By TwilightAnimeLover21
Temari was up in her homes attic. It was dusty everywhere. On old pieces of furniture, some old vanities that once belonged to her mother, and a few old toy chests that Temari knew she, Kankuro, and Gaara played with when they were younger. Temari's sand gold hair wasn't in their usual 4 ponytails. It was currently in a singular ponytail and she was wearing some grubby clothing. A large t-shirt and ripped pants and some old shoes that she found in the back of her closet.
She huffed as she pushed back a strand of hair. She finally decided that before she was to marry Shikamaru Nara-He proposed to her in broad daylight with a simple diamond ring and being the lazy man he was, he took too long to propose, so she just slapped him before she kissed him saying yes. - She wanted to clean out her homes attic. Kankuro and Gaara didn't even realize that they had an attic; she called them both idiots before stomping upstairs to start cleaning.
She basically managed to clean everything, taking some of her mother's old stuff and put them into the guest room to clean them later as soon as she cleaned up the dusty attic. It took her more than 4 hours, before she threatened her two brothers that she would not be cooking for them for the next few weeks if they don't help her. They complied quickly. Kankuro, a puppet master and second oldest of the trio, was disgusted by the fact that there was so much dust that collected over the years. He was currently wearing black shorts and a red t-shirt and he was without his face paint today. His brown hair was messy from all the cleaning that he did.
Gaara, the youngest of the trio, looked around in wonder and scolded himself slightly for not noticing the attic sooner. He used his sand to polish and clean any metalwork that was too large to move downstairs. His blood red hair was slightly tousled and his light aqua eyes were showing signs of fatigue from mopping the floor on his hands and knees. "I'm Kazekage…why am I mopping the floor? Oh wait, my sister would really kill me if I didn't do it." He smirked lightly at his thoughts. He chuckled lightly. Since Gaara rehabilitated from his younger days, he actually came to fear his sister's wrath, though he always faced it with his infamous poker face. He felt his rag that he was mopping with, snag onto a broken board and frowned.
He tugged away the rag and examined the lifted board. "Is there something underneath it?" He thought to himself He used his fingertips to pry underneath the board and with a groan, the board came off in one piece and dust flew into his face. He coughed for a couple of minutes before his older siblings came to him. "Hey Gaara, you okay?" Kankuro asked as he kneeled next to Gaara. Gaara nodded. "I'm fine, the board was loose so I took it out." Gaara said as he peered into the space underneath the floor. Temari came over with a confused face and also kneeled next to her brother and reached into the space and felt around it. "I don't think there's any-Wait!" She started to say as she felt her hand grasp something smooth and cool to the touch.
She lifted the small object up by a simple silk ribbon. It must've once been red, because the color has faded quite a bit, turning the ribbon into a murky light red-grey. Attached to it, was a simple gold key. It looked ancient to her brother's eyes, but Temari recognized it anywhere. "I know this key." She murmured softly. Her teal eyes took on a soft look as she gazed at the key. "What is it Temari?" Kankuro asked annoyed. It was just a stupid key to him. What value did it hold? Gaara looked at the key with a curiosity of a small child. Gaara may be eighteen years old now, but being out casted by his village since he was small, he never really had the chance to be a normal kid. And since the 4th Shinobi War was over, he could take life much easier that it was beforehand. Being a General was hard work.
"Temari, what is that key?" Gaara asked softly. His sister's gaze saddened him a little. He could see some tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She rarely cried. When she was upset, she would usually take her fan and go out to the dunes and train for long amounts of time. It was silent for a few minutes before Temari smiled sadly. "I know this key. It was the key that Mom wore always. I remember Uncle Yashamaru telling me about Mom getting this key from Father. I think she was a chunin at the time when he gave her this. He did say that it was a key to a book." She said as she took on a determined look on her face. She looked around and saw that the attic had been clean up nicely enough that she wants to look for a book that could have a lock. "Okay boys, let's put some stuff back up here and I need your help looking for a book with a lock on it. And make it quick!" She said smiling with a smile that was contagious and her brothers smiled back at her with the same brightness.
TAL21:Okay, yes i know, i should be working on The Dead Tell No Tales, but really this story was stuck in my head for a while and i hope to actually get some good reviews on this one. XD There's hardly any good parent fics about The Sand Sibs parents and i honestly thought that Karura deserved a little more description in the Manga as well as the Fourth Kazekage. So This will probably be short little ficlets of different times of Their lives. Starting with their younger years as teenagers. Anyways i hope you guys are interested and enjoy the short stores that i will be posting up on here about Karura and the 4th Kazekage (Whom i shall name Sunamaru) If you have any qualms about his name, let me know. Remember! Keep READING AND IMAGINING! Any opinions and reviews are welcomed.