Disclaimer - Hey, if you're delusional enough to think that I own them, maybe you'll be delusional enough to pay for my autograph! (Schemes in the corner.)

Warning- Implied Gaara/Temari. Written from Gaara's POV from when he went to look for Temari in my songfic Temari's December. You don't need to have read that to understand this, although it might help.

And there will be a sequel to Temari's December; I just haven't had the inspiration for it yet.

And now- the STORY!

A name is nothing more and nothing less than what we speak. That is something that my sister told me once. Sister is a name by itself... but I prefer Temari.

I have never understood what you meant by that. Am I to believe that it is just one more simple ordering of syllables, as random yet unchanged as language itself? If so, why is it that this order does not seem as empty as the other combinations when I speak it in my mind?

Many would believe that words are what seperate us from the beasts. They are wrong. Language divides us, confusing us and driving us apart. Syllables that one human may understand may mean nothing to another. That is why I kill so coldly and precisely. My actions may at least convey my... feelings... when nothing else will.

Yet with you, I feel the need to speak. All too often, I cannot think of the words from which you might find meaning. But nonetheless- I feel that your statement may have had a different purpose, asking me for the meaning of that for which I was still searching.

So tell me, my dear sister Temari: is the name which I now wish to call you by the same name for which your eyes silently pleaded...?