Kind of drabbly. I really need to write some Kankuro/Neji some time. I can't remember where I read that, but it was good.
Dreams of Green by Redex
The counsel meetings of the Hidden Village of the Sand were good for daydreaming. Most of the time the members had no idea about real ninja life, despite the fact that their leader was one. During talks about inefficient wells, bad roads and unseasonably cold weather, the three young ninja on the counsel had developed a very good game face.
Kankuro quite often didn't have faces on his imagined figures. He didn't like admitting to himself that there was someone he was actually interested in, other than his puppets. Humans were overrated, no? He didn't like to juxtapose the long black hair and pale skin of his dreams with iany/i ninja in Konoha, of all places.
Temari's dreams were a lot more specific. A lazy smile, low voice and hands sliding up her thighs, on a grassy field or up against a tree. Trees... Konoha. His eyes held so much promise, looking at her with a heat and strength that made her hips rise and head fall back, ready to come.
Gaara had always had a strong poker face, and even while Kankuro argued and growled, and Temari drifted off to sleep, Gaara could easily juxtapose the face of a bright, smiling Naruto over one of the old doddering fools. How he had first eased back the agitated sand back from his body as wind-chapped lips wonderingly, hesitantly caressed his skin.
The trio of the sand may be only children in the eyes of the village elders, but their thoughts when it came to Konoha were anything but childish.
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