15 x 15 - Temari-Gaara
Totally stolen from a later plot point of Dina and Aaron's from a completely different fic, only with incest added.
Title: Temari-Gaara
Author: purplekitte
'Verse: Naruto
Claim: general series
Characters/Pairing: Temari/Gaara, Fourth Kazekage/Karura, Kankurou
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: incest, kissing, off-screen canon character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: Temari said his name to the desert.
Table/Prompt: Espionage table, top secret
It is a little known fact that neither of Gaara’s parents named him; his sister did. She as three but a bright three, too young to do more than play with kunai but born to be a ninja all the same.
She hadn’t been thinking of names beforehand, since Mommy would give one to the new baby (she hoped) sister. But then Mommy was dead and Daddy had gone away and the baby and Kankurou were crying. Let it be said that while he was never a good man, the Fourth Kazekage was once a different man and had loved his wife and had not meant things to happen how they did.
She could pick up Kankurou, though he could walk on his own now, and the baby was lighter, so holding him was easy. She knew a baby must have its name spoken to the desert or it would have no soul. Mommy was gone; Daddy was gone.
She only knew so many names in her short life, but her storybooks had been respectable ones of ancient ninjas and heroes. She named him after her favorite and knew not the cruelty in the name of the warrior of the lonely winds, ‘self-loving carnage,’ ‘demon who cares only for himself.’
She said to the baby and the desert, “I am Temari and he is Gaara.”
* * *
It is a little known fact that neither Temari nor Gaara can kill the other. So little known in fact that neither of them is aware of it.
They feared each other, when they were genin and not a little girl and a baby. She feared him for his power and his cruelty. She was trained to be capable of killing him, but didn’t believe she’d be strong enough. She might have been wrong.
He feared her rejection and that one day she might be another assassin sent after him. He feared that she would die someday and that would be the end of his sanity, though his heart was long since dead. He was pretty much right about that.
But they couldn’t, even if they wanted to, no more than they could fly without ninjutsu or make water from sand. True names have power, and though no one else could use this power against them, the price they pay is that Temari and Gaara could not kill each other.
* * *
“Temari,” he says to her, never ‘sister,’ just as her reply is “Gaara” and not ‘Kazekage.’
They kiss and it is neither sweet nor bitter, but chapped and a bit grainy. They are of the endless sand, tough and insular, where dune and rock stretch from horizon to horizon, and the sky is an unbroken bowl of blue.
She didn’t know as a little girl that when she said his name to the wind and the desert it saw her standing not in the place of a mother but a wife. As a woman, she wouldn’t change it if she could. Temari and Gaara are bound together by name and soul and love and always have been.
Title: Temari-Gaara
Author: purplekitte
'Verse: Naruto
Claim: general series
Characters/Pairing: Temari/Gaara, Fourth Kazekage/Karura, Kankurou
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: incest, kissing, off-screen canon character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: Temari said his name to the desert.
Table/Prompt: Espionage table, top secret
It is a little known fact that neither of Gaara’s parents named him; his sister did. She as three but a bright three, too young to do more than play with kunai but born to be a ninja all the same.
She hadn’t been thinking of names beforehand, since Mommy would give one to the new baby (she hoped) sister. But then Mommy was dead and Daddy had gone away and the baby and Kankurou were crying. Let it be said that while he was never a good man, the Fourth Kazekage was once a different man and had loved his wife and had not meant things to happen how they did.
She could pick up Kankurou, though he could walk on his own now, and the baby was lighter, so holding him was easy. She knew a baby must have its name spoken to the desert or it would have no soul. Mommy was gone; Daddy was gone.
She only knew so many names in her short life, but her storybooks had been respectable ones of ancient ninjas and heroes. She named him after her favorite and knew not the cruelty in the name of the warrior of the lonely winds, ‘self-loving carnage,’ ‘demon who cares only for himself.’
She said to the baby and the desert, “I am Temari and he is Gaara.”
* * *
It is a little known fact that neither Temari nor Gaara can kill the other. So little known in fact that neither of them is aware of it.
They feared each other, when they were genin and not a little girl and a baby. She feared him for his power and his cruelty. She was trained to be capable of killing him, but didn’t believe she’d be strong enough. She might have been wrong.
He feared her rejection and that one day she might be another assassin sent after him. He feared that she would die someday and that would be the end of his sanity, though his heart was long since dead. He was pretty much right about that.
But they couldn’t, even if they wanted to, no more than they could fly without ninjutsu or make water from sand. True names have power, and though no one else could use this power against them, the price they pay is that Temari and Gaara could not kill each other.
* * *
“Temari,” he says to her, never ‘sister,’ just as her reply is “Gaara” and not ‘Kazekage.’
They kiss and it is neither sweet nor bitter, but chapped and a bit grainy. They are of the endless sand, tough and insular, where dune and rock stretch from horizon to horizon, and the sky is an unbroken bowl of blue.
She didn’t know as a little girl that when she said his name to the wind and the desert it saw her standing not in the place of a mother but a wife. As a woman, she wouldn’t change it if she could. Temari and Gaara are bound together by name and soul and love and always have been.