SANDS OF TIME

SANDHEIR [ ... ] Is a CANON & DIVERGENT, HIGHLY SELECTIVE, Medium activity Roleplay blog for SABAKU NO GAARA, of [岸本 斉史] Masashi Kishimoto's series, NARUTO. Buried in sand by MERRO, 25+

Been stuck thinking about Gaara's Modern verse - Like.. I'm damn sure this man's wardrobe would be 80% different colored turtle necks & fine jewelries. Nothing too fancy, but just enough to display his wealth & status. Gaara, perhaps noble or royal born - would completely hate the demands of his 'high expectation' family line in his younger years & would have tried everything he could to run away from that 'cage' he called being the 'crown prince'.

♡ Sand covered kisses. - 2 / 10 Accepting

♡ Sand covered kisses. - 1 / 10 Accepting

          “That’s true, but this way is much more fun.” Gaara was filled with curiosity this evening, making the Hokage all the more amused. The curiosity was warranted, but little did the redhead know, Naruto hadn’t been this spontaneous in a long time. He was grateful that he was willing to go along with his shenanigans. It was nice to stroll the village streets without a care in the world; intending to show one of his favorite people a good time. 

          “It was a public spectacle. Most people know about it by now—then again..I don’t really feel sure of anything.” Silence filled the cool night air as he thought on how to address the issue at hand. The mere thought of it left his stomach in knots, but..—It was better to get it over with than to let it spoil the date he had planned. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as their walk continued. “A few days before your arrival, there was an attack on the village’s orphanage. I was able to make it there in time before something tragic happened, but a few of the children and caretakers were still injured.”

          Blue eyes shifted towards the paperwork within the Kazekage’s arms, regret filling his gaze instantly. The files contained further details on the attack along with a formal request for aid. It was his fault. He failed in so many ways, Naruto began to wonder if he was truly deserving of this position. “I’m not sure who this enemy is or what their intentions may be, but I do know that I underestimated them.” Whiskered cheeks reddened slightly, ashamed that he had to trouble Gaara with this at all. This feeling must have been his punishment for having dared be so careless. 

          “I wanted to request your help with the matter—most of the orphans need a place to stay until the repairs are completed and the threat is taken care of,” he attempted to say it with as much confidence as he could muster, but the feeling of helplessness weighed heavy on his heart. 

          “I must sound insane to you. I mean, here I am—trying to take you on a date and forget my troubles; meanwhile, my village is under attack, my life is falling apart, and I feel like the worst Hokage ever,” he chuckled weakly, gazing up at the starry sky. 

          “No one seems happy under my leadership. How the hell am I supposed to fix a system that’s always been broken when I can’t even be a good father? I’ve never felt like giving up more than I do now.” 

STOPPING   SUDDENLY   BEHIND   THE   OTHER   KAGE,   Gaara   reached   out   to   pull   the   orange   clad   arm   of   his   longtime   friend.   Forcing   the   other   man   to   stop   &   somewhat   face   him.   ❛❛ Naruto.. ❜❜   He   muttered   softly.   Listening   in   to   the   other's   concerns   &   woes.   A   familiar   feeling   consuming   him   as   he   thought   back   to   his   own   first   few   years   in   office   as   Suna's   Kazekage.   The   self   doubts,   the   fears   &   feelings   of   failing   the   people   he   had   sworn   to   protect.

❛❛ You   can't   blame   yourself   for   these   things. ❜❜   He   started   off,   hand   moving   to   let   go   of   the   fabric   he   had   previously   had   within   his   grip.   Letting   his   arm   drop   until   hands   touched   so   gently.   Grasping   at   the   other's   few   tanned   fingers   that   he   could   reach   in   the   moment   to   express   his   understanding   of   the   Uzumaki's   feelings.  

❛❛ No   one   trained   or   prepared   us   for   the   roles   we   took.   No   one   told   us   the   work   would   be   easy,   nor   this   difficult.   But   we   chose   to   take   on   the   title   and   the   work   it   came   with   for   our   people. ❜❜  

❛❛ Things   like   this   can   happen.   It   feels   the   worst   when   all   together,   but   if   you   step   back..   take   a   look   at   the   bigger   picture-   Konoha   has   faced   great   threats   before,   yet   it   still   thrives.   Even   more   so   under   your   lead. ❜❜   Gaara   said   softly,   motioning   for   the   other   to   take   a   look   at   the   various   buildings   around   them.   Each   sky   reaching   as   they   towered   above   the   older   &   still   remaining   homes   &   businesses   of   the   past.   ❛❛ You've   protected   your   people.   their   homes,   their   families.   Yes   things   happen,   but   you   can   only   do   your   best. ❜❜

❛❛ To   your   people   however..   Sometimes   that's   all   that's   needed.   They   still   believe   in   you.   I   still   believe   in   you. ❜❜   Letting   fingers   intwine   gently,   he   held   the   other's   hand   fully.   Squeezing   gently   in   comfort   &   the   hopes   the   other   may   recognize   the   truth   in   his   words.

He   truly   believed   in   Naruto   &   had   since   the   two   were   children.   ❛❛ Boruto   will   come   around..   -In   time   he'll   understand   just   how   taxing   your   job   can   be.   But   see   just   how   much   he   matters   to   you   regardless   of   how   distant   it   keeps   you. ❜❜   -   ❛❛ On   the   subject   of   the   attack   however,   Of   course   I'll   help   you.   I   still   own   some   unused   property   here   in   your   village..   As   well   in   the   tea   country.   We   can   discuss   moving   them   there   for   safety. ❜❜

SHIFTING   THE   WEIGHT   FROM   HIS   RAISED   LEG   TO   THE   OTHER,   The   Kazekage   winced   softly   whilst   doing   all   he   could   to   withhold   whatever   pain   dared   bubble   to   the   surface   of   his   naturally   expressionless   face.   Finding   it   quite   difficult   to   hide   such   a   sharp   pang   from   showing   through   the   ways   he   sucked   sudden   breaths   through   grit   teeth.   ❛❛   I   really   don't   understand   the   fuss..   It's   only   my   ankle   and   it's   barely   injured.   ❜❜