Title – Sands of Time
Rated – M
Couple –Kagome/Gaara
Genre – Romance/Adventure
Summary – Jiraiya happens across a young girl while on his way to Suna for some...'research'. Lying motionless in the dessert, he figures she's either dead or unconscious. He approaches with caution and when close enough to touch he is thrown more then just a few feet away by a mysterious barrier. He decided to take this odd occurrence to the Kazekage of Sunagakura. How will the Sand sibling trio react towards this news and what will happen to this mysterious young girl who lays motionless on the hot sea of sand?
Key – Key
Flashback Flashback
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
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Wake Me Up
...why...
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...am I here...
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...why...
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...am I alone...
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...won't someone save me...
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...save me from this...
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...darkness...
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...I don't like this...
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...save me...
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Gaara placed the girl now clad in taupe and maroon robe's on his bed. Why on his bed you may ask. He looked over his shoulder at his grinning sister.
-Flashback-
"Will this work?" Gaara looked at Kankuro and glared. He held a chiffon robe, a translucent chiffon robe. Sand stirred from outside the Kazekage lookout and Kankuro nervously hid the object of Gaara's irritation behind his back. "I'll go get something else."
"Hm," He sighed, not enjoying the position he was in. Though, it wasn't that holding a naked girl bothered him...no...that wasn't it. It was the fact that she was an unknown, unconscious and unresponsive, naked girl.
"Is this better?" Kankuro asked, holding a pair of robes similar to his own, only a lighter shade of brown.
"Yeah." Gaara held his hand out for the clothes and Kankuro hesitated.
"Uh...you must be tired, why don't...I dress her."
Gaara put his hand back down by his side, a cold glare forming on his face. Sand whipped out from the gourd in the corner of the room and Kankuro suddenly found himself dangling upside down in the air. Temari walked in a moment later and laughed at the sight. Grabbing the clothes from his hands, she moved over to Gaara and took over the responsibility of dressing the girl.
"You know, Gaara, we'll need to give her a place to sleep." She handed him back his robe that he had used to cover her.
With a raised brow, he pulled the robe on and said in a low voice. "A guest room."
"She should have someone watching over her."
"Place a guard or two before at her door."
She pouted, "But what if she has an unknown ability and manages to kill them."
"Then put her in your room."
"She might kill your loving sister, then Shikamaru would be all alone, and no one would liven the Kazekage's tower with the beautiful and youthful voice of me."
Gaara smirked, "I've yet to see the problem."
"HEY!"
"Hehe," Kankuro turned to Gaara, still dangling upside down by the sand. "Put her in my room."
"All though I have no problem with her killing Kankuro, it would save me the trouble; I trust her more than him."
"Agreed."
"Come on, I wasn't planning anything!"
"..." Both looked at him with doubtful eyes.
"How about we put her in a cell?"
"No! Gaara! That's cruel!" Temari glared at her brother.
"Oh?"
"Put her in a room with someone strong, that we can trust."
"Baki?"
She looked at him with a deadpanned expression, "Not exactly what I meant. Someone who can easily stop an attack, no matter how big, you know?"
He glanced at her from over his shoulder before returning to his seat to finish signing papers. "Naruto isn't here."
She stopped herself from pulling her hair out. "I was trying to subtly suggest that you keep her in your room."
"That was subtle?"
"..." Temari blushed. "I was never good at subtle."
"Why should I keep her in my room?"
"...you want the truth?!"
Gaara sighed, "Not really."
Kankuro forced himself not to laugh. Temari walked up to her younger brother and with a fierce look, she poke him in the chest from over the desk. "One, you need a friend!" Poke, "Two, you need a new sparing partner." Poke, "Three, without someone to talk to you get so moody!" Poke, Gaara's eye twitched at the long digit. "You need someone who can lighten your mood up. Yeah you are a hell of a lot nicer then before, no you don't go on killing rampages, but you can't deny that you are no socialite!"
"Temari..."
"NO!" Poke, "You are too self conscious!" Poke, "Too quiet!" Poke, "Too..." Poke, "Too..." Poke, "TOO..." Poke... "TOO SELFLESS!"
"..." Both Gaara and Kankuro stared at Temari in surprise.
"Gaara, you give everyone in Suna...in the Wind Country, the protection they need, but don't want. They have shunned you since birth, and now, you protect them, care for them, and still...still..."
Gaara turned away and looked out at the village he protected. "It can't be helped." Gaara looked at his sister, "What makes her any different. She'll react the same."
"She doesn't need to know who you were, but who you are. Gaara..."
"Fine," He picked the girl up from the floor and carried her off to his room.
-End-Flashback-
'Yes, the culprit...' He looked at Temari before tucking the girl in. Turning away, he made to cross his room and leave.
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...it's warm...
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"Ah!" Gaara turned to the girl.
"Gaara?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear...what?" Temari asked, walking up to her younger brother.
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...i like this...
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"That!" He said, "A girl's voice!!"
"Gaara, you're scaring me. I don't hear anything."
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...it's warm...
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...but its still do dark...
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...I don't like the darkness...
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Gaara stared at the girl, "Temari, leave."
"...right."
Temari left his room and shut his door behind him.
"You..." He spoke softly, moving closer to her, he sat on his bed next to her. "I can hear you."
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...you can hear me...
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"Yes, who are you?"
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...I am me...
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"You have a name, don't you?"
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...should I...
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"...I am Gaara..."
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...I...
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...I don't remember...
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"I should call you something; do you have a name, which you remember?"
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...a name that I remember...
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...I don't...
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"Than, something you remember enjoying...?"
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...I don't remember...
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"Then...a name, I'll give you one...how about...Clytia..."
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...Clytia...
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...it's beautiful...
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...what is it from...
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"A story my sister told me once; a nymph named Clytia was buried alive in the sand, she transformed into the sunflower. Since we found you buried in sand, the name seemed to fit rather well."
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...but I was not transformed into a sunflower...
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"I wonder," Gaara got off of his bed and down on his knees, "Tell me, won't you wake up?"
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...I don't know...
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"Please wake up..."
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...how...
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"Your eyes; open your eyes."
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...how...
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"Wake up."
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...how...
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"Open your eyes."
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...how...
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"Wake up!"
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"...how..."
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"..." Gaara had seen it, her lips moved, the words were spoken and her voice...such a beautiful voice. "Open your eyes..."
It remained silent in his room; he watched the movement from behind her eyelids, the twitching of her eyes from behind and finally; finally, the fluttering of her lashes. In a moment of bewilderment, she closed her eyes almost immediately. "So...bright..."
His eyes widened, moving around his room, he dimmed the lights and lit a couple candles, only silhouettes could be made out. "Is that better?"
"..." She fluttered her lashes again and her eyes were uncovered once more, her eyes, he could barely make them out, but they appeared to be a beautiful shade of Cobalt blue. The orbs desperately looked about the darkness for him, glancing to each candle; it lingered for very little more than a second. "It's hazy...you are here?"
"I am," His hand slipped into hers and her eyes turned to meet his.
"Gaara...you...saved me..."
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