-----Akira's POV----
The desert wind bites at my face, specks of sand clinging to every part of my being. It's our second day traveling- and not much has been said. Temari leads the way with elegance, while I trudge behind like a turtle with no limbs.
Needless to say, I was exhausted.
Nevertheless, I needed SOME kind of conversation- anything. This is Gaara's sister! How bad could it be? Then again... this is Gaara's sister- and Gaara himself isn't exactly a bucket of rainbows.
Beads of sweat trailed down my face, and the sun, relentless, beats down on me.
The silence is stifling, suffocating. Finally, I decided to ask the question that had been eating away at me, "Temari?" She stopped and turned around, eyebrow raised, "Yes Akira?"
"Do you, um, hate me?" I averted my eyes, not wanting to see the expression on her face. I heard a deep sigh, the sound of her continuing to walk, "I don't hate you. I just... don't think you're right for my brother. Then again, I don't think anyone's right for Gaara. He doesn't do well with being betrayed, and if you ever did betray him, he may do something... terrible."
A few stray blonde hairs escaped from the four short ponytails on her head. I myself am having some hair problems (normal ones, that is) and my fiery mop has been crawling into my line of vision all day.
We'd barely stopped to camp last night, and provisions had been beef jerky. The thought of better food reminded me of Choji, and with a pang of guilt I was reminded of home.
I can't miss Konoha yet.
It hasn't even been two days.
I need to keep talking, to keep up conversation.
"So Temari, what is Suna l-"
"GET DOWN!" She shrieked suddenly. She pulled out her fan and dug it into the ground, making sand fly into my eyes where I lay.
What was wrong? I couldn't sense any danger. But Temari's eyes darted back and forth, and her fingers clutched the sides of her fan. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something else- a mass of sand darker than the rest, moving towards us at a rapid speed.
"Temari!" I shrieked, fear crawling at my throat. Not fear for me- my water would protect me- but fear for Temari.
She whipped her head towards me, and I pointed to the dark mass. She dug her fan in front of her in an attempt to block it.
Then, she started to sink.
"AKIRA!" She screamed, scrambling for a handheld, I reached out towards her: maybe my water could counteract the affect the jutsu was having on her. I mean- it has to be a jutsu, right?
I could almost touch her. I could feel the power pulsing around me, either my own or hers or the enemy's.
And then I was yanked back.
I felt my own legs being dragged into the sand, covering me like a blanket. My hand was still out, stretching as far as it could. I locked eyes with Temari; she was still writhing, best she could from the shoulders up. I could tell the enemy wasn't trying to pull her down, not like it was me.
As sand began to fill my mouth, I stretched my hand out towards the sun and choked out one last word:
"Gaara."
And then my world went black.
~Temari's POV~
I knew something was wrong- I could sense it. The sands were restless, more chaotic than usual. I had been reaching for Akira- hoping that she could pull me out.
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Iron in my Mouth (Gaara love Story)
FanfictionAkira Hiragame has a... problem. Whenever she tries to touch someone, or when they try to touch her, a wall of water forms in front of her. She's never been held by her father, she's never been kissed by her mother. It's all she's ever wanted. Then...