Title:Rain
Chapter Title: Temari's Dream
Rating: T (in this chapter for blood and violence)
Temari's Dream:
Temari was back in Gennin days and it was the Chunnin exam all over again, with a blood thirsty Gaara, and her and Kankuro trying in vein to control him. She could smell the woody scent of the forest, only it had a slight hint of blood to it, as if the forest had seen a lot of death. That had been her exact thought when they stepped into the forest, followed by knowing this would be too easy. They were in the forest of death, and those bastards were there again, acting stronger then they were. And Gaara was performing the Sand coffin, only…it wasn't the same guy in the coffin, it was…oh my god, it was Chouji. Fear shown in the boys eyes as the sand enloped him, until his face was the only thing that showed...and then only his tearing, fearful eyes, which were soon covered as well. Feeling sick, she turned to face Kankuro rather then look on.
But it wasn't Kankuro anymore, it was Shikamaru, pleading with her to get Gaara to stop. She opened her mouth to speak, to beg to cry. And she tried, she really did, but the words wouldn't come out, and she knew if they could he wouldn't listen. Gaara turned to her, staring at her with that look in his eyes and she felt that fear again, the fear she hadn't felt in ages. Fear for her life, fear for the life of those she cared about, and the fear of being too weak to do anything to stop him. The fear that rose up in her throat and prevented her from saying a word.
And she couldn't help, even as Gaara clenched his fist and Chouji's blood rained down. Red soaked her skin and hair and became sticky, she was covered with it. She turned, in horror, to see a blood covered Shikamaru as well. And, he was begging her and yelling at her at the same time. Yelling at her why she didn't stop him, why she didn't even try. But she did! She did! She tried to tell him that but the words wouldn't come out. They were thought, and meant to come out but somehow her lips moved, but without sound. Trickles of sand were surrounding her, covering her mouth, binding her hands and feet and now she couldn't even move. She couldn't do anything. But she did try but remained in her place as Gaara enloped Shikamaru in the sand coffin. By now, he had gone from screaming at her to full on crying, begging her to try, oh why wouldn't she try. But she couldn't try, because she was shrinking, she was four years old again, not able to do anything when Gaara killed their mother without meaning to…
"Forgive him" her mother told an uncomprehending Temari, who was full of hysteria, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Forgive him, look after him, make sure he's okay...be a good example to him Temari, promise you'll look after him..."
"Mommy!" she finally found her voice. They were in the Suna hospital, and she was four years old, holding on tight to her mothers hand as the life slowly drained from her. "Don't leave mommy, I don't want a brother, I want you..."
"Look after him..." and she closed her eyes, once again dying and leaving her only daughter all alone to look after herself, and her demon brother who she had no hope of controlling. Mommy! She wanted to shout one last time, but her throat was locked again and she couldn't say a word...
The world was spinning again and she was back in the forest, trembling, and then collapsing to her knees, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. No...Her mom...not again, she left her alone again...
"Temari!" a pain-filled gasp called to her, the words jolted her out of her thoughts and she looked up, feeling the first drops of rain falling onto her face. "Help me, Ple--..."
But the sand covered his mouth, muffling the rest of his words. Shikamaru! She wanted to call, but couldn't. Her eyes widened with horror, and she moved to help, some how, by doing something, anything, she didn't care, she couldn't stand any more death...but she couldn't. She struggled to move but was frozen in fear, and could only look up in horror as Gaara's fist clenched, raining the blood of the only guy she had ever loved down on her, to join the blood of his best friend already on her skin. She saw a flash of lightning, felt a downpour of rain, then black...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Her green eyes snapped open, the last fragment of a tear leaking from them as she sat up shakily. The wind was battering against her window, the rains pattering a constant reminder of how gloomy the last few days had been. Her feet slid onto the ground and she walked over to the bathroom, stumbling a bit more then usual still getting over the dream. She finally reached the sink and splashed some water on her face, recounting the nightmare. It had been so real, so graphic, so bloody...the girl sighed and looked up, staring at the reflection of her messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and tear stained cheeks and knew it was going to be a bad day.