Fic 53. Prompt 048. 'Diamond.'
Gaara sprawled out against the grass, feeling it tickle his cheek as his fingers absently stroked the earth, the last residual powers of Shukaku thrumming through him as he searched.
Searched for a bright spot in his mental vision of the ground below him, a gleaming sphere. Breath sighed in and out of tired lungs, sweat beading on his forehead, lips bitten bloody with stress. Fingers clenched into a fist. Earth shuddered under him, pulled aside with a groan of thousand of pounds of weight being pushed out of the way.
Something hard and smooth smacked into his palm as he relaxed and brought his hand close, inspecting the brilliant, perfectly formed yellow diamond. It caught the light and sparked like chakra, like the heart of a flame.
With the last of his strength, he rolled himself face-up and stared up at the wide blue sky, diamond resting on his chest.
It would make a perfect thirtieth anniversary gift.
