Sand Coffin
As Miya was rousing out of slumber she felt itchy all over, and the air she breathed felt stale and light, groggily she opened her eyes. But all she saw was darkness… pitch black and a bone chilling feeling of panic and fear as she came to the thought that she was buried alive. She screamed out all the air left in her chest praying someone would hear and dig her up, her prayer was answered but rather than being dug up she was… dug under. The dirt around her separated and she fell through it not climbing up it. She landed with a hard thump and scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could away from the floating sand, heat soaked into her so fast that it almost knocked her out again… but something was wrong. She could feel eyes and the hair stood on the back of her neck, she spun around and saw a boy about the same age as her (about 21) standing close by, the floating sand hovered around his body and messy red hair.
"Woah dude look out!" She said pushing him backward away from all the sand, "That dirt is trying to kill you!" He looked at her surprised and then like she was stupid.
"What are you talking about?" he asked "This sand is mine." He said in a gruff unemotional tone, as the sand came back and swirled around him, she jumped back in fright.
"You're a demon!" She screeched pointing at him, he put on a scowl and folded his arms.
"Not anymore." He said angrily.
"Not… wha- holy shit! I'm in hell!" She said putting her hands on her cheeks, "Oh.. Jesus I'm sorry! Give me another chance, I'll do better!" she pleaded to the sky.
"Who is Jesus?" The boy asked.
"Wait shouldn't you know that!? I mean you're a de-!"
"I am not a demon!" He spat angrily at her his eyes laced with blood lust.
"Then how are you doing that!?" she shouted pointing at the sand swirling around him.
"With my chakra." He said slightly annoyed.
"Your… what?" she asked breathlessly.
"Chakra. Did you fall on your head?"
"Fall? Huuuh!" she gasped, "That's right! I fell, it was raining and I slipped off the building!" She said pointing at the air quickly.
"But… you weren't near any buildings."
"That's impossible!" she argued flatly.
"But… the ground around you was wet when I found you, but there was no trail of water."
"Yeah see!"
"There could be many explanations for that however."
"L-look I just wanna go home, ok, I don't care about demons or chakra or whatever the hell else is going on, I just wanna go home!" she said gripping her arms, the heat was making her panic faster, and she began to hyperventilate, but sand soon shaded her and two hands clasped her shoulders.
"Calm down." The strangers voice was calm, soothing even, it had the power to calm her. "Panicking won't help you get home. Why don't you start by telling me your name."
"Miya… Miya Coleson."
"Coleson? I've never heard that name before."
"Really? My dad owns a big company…"
"My name is Gaara… Where are you from?"
"I uhh… I was born in Japan, but my parents just moved to New York."
"I… have never heard of those places." He said suspiciously.
"How can you not? Japan is a whole country!"
"I've never heard of it." He said firmly. "Come with me to Suna and we'll find your home alright."
"Sauna?"
"No Suna." He corrected her.
"Oh… sorry…" she paused before thinking, "I've never heard of Suna… Is it a big city?"
"It's a good sized village I guess. We'll be there by nightfall."
"Really?"
"Yes." He said numbly. They began walking together over the hot ground, Miya was overjoyed she had decided to wear shorts today.
'Village…' Miya thought she was trying to recall everything that happened before she fell. 'Why was I even in Chinatown?' She put her hands over her ears as she tried to think harder, but the more she tried the harder it was to remember and the more she forgot. Gaara looked at her out of the corner of his eye "Grrr! It's Fucking HOT!" she yelled, throwing her hands in the air angrily. A large stream of sand pushed her side, "Ahhh!" she screamed in a high pitched tone jolting away from it bumping into Gaara. The snake-like band spread apart and shaded them from the hot sun. She cowered slightly under the sand watching it as it walked with them.
"Do you know what chakra is?" Gaara asked.
"No, never heard of it…" she said wearily.
"It's… spiritual and body strength put together basically…"
"How does it work?" she asked…
"You really never learned any of this in school?"
"Pshh! Please, I've never even seen anything like this before other than movies!"
"That's… very strange." He said quietly. "I can't shade us the whole trip, so relax while you can."
"Ok Gaara…" He looked down at her, she was spacing out at her feet, and though she didn't know it, she was wearing a heartbreaking expression, lost, alone, frightened, and pitiful wrapped up into one face.
"Don't worry… whatever happens… you're never really alone." He said, she produced what she could of a genuine smile, but this hopeless feeling still welled inside her.
Gaara and Miya had walked for hours, Gaara was still standing up straight, strolling along, while Miya's feet were blistered and killing her, she slouched over as the sun beat her down and mocked her weakness. No wind blew, no trees shaded them, all she wanted was to sleep in an ice bath. She straightened her back cracking it briefly from her hunched position, "mmmmmmm…." She whined… Now her back hurt, was there anything else that could wrong? The hair on her neck quickly stood up, 'Danger!' She swiveled around quickly, all the color in her face drained as her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open.
"G-Ga-Gaara! Gaara!"she said tugging his shirt in a quick fit. He looked over aimlessly and stared in the distance with an expert poker face, quickly approaching towards them both was a colossal sandstorm thundering its way through the dessert, rolling over itself gaining size and speed. "Sh-Should we run?!" She asked.
"No…" he said blankly, he made a hand signal while she looked at him like he was retarded. His sand swallowed them the moment the angry storm hit them.
"uahhh!" she gasped as the space grew pitch black, and jumped as Gaara's rusty voice came from behind her.
"Mine as well sit down… the storm's pretty big."
"I guess you've been through this a lot?"
"Yes… I was born in the desert."
"Oh… This is the first time I've been to a desert."
"How do you like it?" he smiled to himself.
"Oh ya know… just peachy." She joked, and briefly she thought he chuckled softly, but couldn't be sure.
It felt like hours had went by, Miya had drifted off to sleep and woken up countless of times, the sound of the rough wind hammered against the sand walls of their heaven, the air had become stiff again, making her feel light headed. Miya shuffled and rested on her side. She stared into the black of the cocoon, she heard nothing, saw nothing. "Gaara!" she shouted.
"What?" he said annoyed, his voice came from not even a foot away from her own.
"Nothing…. Just checking…" she said quietly smiling.
"It's the fourth time you've 'checked' this hour." He grumbled
"Well, you don't make any noise." She argued.
"You talk in your sleep…"
"I do?" she said surprised.
"Yeah…"
"Well what'd I say!?"
"Something about someone named Sinatra?"
"Oooooo…. Frank Sinatra…" she cooed.
"He's pretty." She said childishly.
"Is he your boyfriend?" he asked uninterested.
"What? No way, he's dead. Been dead, but he was attractive in his prime, he had the most beautiful crystal blue eyes I ever saw…" He mumbled something inaudible and grunted.
"I think the storm is almost over."
"Cool… how much longer till we reach Sauna?"
"Suna." He said deeply. "And we're almost there."
"Sorry… but that's good." Miya deeply yawned as she reached next to her at Gaara, hugging his arm tightly she curled close to him. "Wake me when the storm is over?" she asked quietly.
"Sure…" She may not have known him very well, but Miya felt so weak and Gaara's company was so enriching it was like a soft candle light in a dark room and it warmed her fingertips, so just for now, she would cling to her candle.
That's chapter two please review and let me know what you think! Chapter 3 will be up by the 9th