Gaara's Sunrise
He stared, transfixed, at the land before him. His eyes never blinked, his body never moved. Though the wind was as cold as ice, he gave no notice to it, instead giving all his focus and attention to the horizon.
The sky was dark, dotted heavily with many twinkling dots of varying sizes and brightness. A slim bit of silver hovered high in the sky, giving a faint light that hardly lit up the dark night. The sand that spanned across the land shifted in the freezing wind, crashing against the adobe walls of the city buildings. None of these natural beauties reached him, sitting atop his and his sibling's home.
All at once, he made his first movement in countless hours, his eyes blinking and then widening. He wasn't going to miss this.
The horizon suddenly became clear, vividly defined by the sudden yellow-grey light that leaked across the sky. Slowly, ever so slowly, the light grew stronger, chasing away the darkness of night, making way for the bright clean light of day. It was the purest of light, the light of the coming sun rise.
Gaara never missed such a wondrous occasion. Every morning, since he was very small, he came out of his home, climbed to the roof, and watched the sun climb across the sky to show the coming of day. It fascinated him in a way nothing else could. He was curious as to the colors of the event, so odd to him with his knowledge of only shades of brown and red.
Streaks of pink blazed across the yellow patches, followed closely by orange and yellow-pinks. Each one was of a different shape, size and length, individual in its own way. The yellow grew bigger as the blackness receded, retreating to the other side of the world, the opposite horizon.
As the light grew bigger Gaara could feel his heart grow lighter, his concerns, guilt, hate and even the demon seemed to vanish along with the night. This feeling was as close as he got to redemption, as close as he got to freedom.
Gaara could never sleep, Shakaku such a threat that even a moment of sleep would allow him control. No matter what, he couldn't risk that, not if he could help it. So he never slept and spent all his nights staring at the horizon, waiting for the sun to peek above the ground and cast its light over the dead and lifeless ground. It was his reassurence, to watch the fierce sun chase away the dense night, wake those who could and did sleep from their other worldly dreams. This was Gaara's magic moment in time.
If nothing else, it was beautiful. Some said nothing surpassed the glittering of gold and jewels, that the rainbow after a storm was priceless or that no one could live until they saw the silver mists of a colossal waterfall. However, to Gaara, the sun rise was a sight that could never be rivaled.
To Gaara, it was elating. It was an odd thing to say, considering his cold and malicious demeanor, but true. Brilliant colors, bright light, dominating the darkness. All of it was worth more than mountains of gold and rivers of blood. Much more.
To him, it was priceless.
This is probably just utterly stupid but I thought that I could at least attempt a Gaara fic. Although, I don't know a lot about every thing that happened after the Exam, but from what I've read. . . I still don't know. (Shrugs) Oh well, the TV shows started on Cartoon Network now so maybe I can get some info from there.