This one is dedicated to Blackmoon OniOokami.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required,nd I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
xlvii — axis
The desert cracked her lips and sapped her bones dry of moisture, relentless; it wasn't known to be kind to foreigners. Black tendrils of hair jutted out at random angles, and her smooth, practiced stride had long since declined to a worn out waddle. As for him, not a single hair was out of place.
"How are you faring, Kagome-san?" Gaara was no longer walking ahead, having turned to her.
She quickly erected herself at his even call, her hands flying to shield her eyes from the sun as she lifted her head to him. "J-just fine, Kazekage-sama. Maybe a little warm, but… fine!"
The peace representative from Kumo was anything but fine in her current state. Poor woman seemed about ready to pass out from dehydration.
Gaara's keen gaze remained on her for a little while longer before he turned back. "There's a resting stop ahead. We will take a short break."
Her breathy sigh was of considerable noise in the still desert.
"Thank Kami…"
To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up.
—Oscar Wilde
Author's Note: Sorry if I haven't gotten to your request yet; I plan to, just haven't had much time lately! Plus, I was sick, so yeah I couldn't write. :(