Moonwolf: …I just think Kankuro gotta feel overlooked sometimes. I know that feeling and how it works. Even tough ppl breakdown
I was falling when you weren't looking
Kankuro was sitting with his back against the door, his room so dark. On his desk stood empty bottles of sake that he himself had done of with earlier. His usual hood and face paint was gone as he stared blankly at the dark window. Kankuro was overlooked.
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life
He wrapped his arms around his own torso as he huddled together against the cold of the night desert. He didn't want to get up to close the window that stood open during the hot day, he didn't feel the need to close it really. Kankuro the oldest son of the Yondaime Kazekage, older brother of the current Kazekage and the best puppeteer after Sasori of the red sand and Chiyo teen finger…nothing special.
Can we fly? Do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
And the more minute takes
To make plans, or mistakes
One hand trailed slowly down to his sandal, taking one of the kunai's he always carried around. He looked at it with tired dark eyes. A tired soul looked back at him, no one noticed that because of his paint and the hood. No one saw that beyond the paint… Kankuro's eyes clenched shut and his had clenched around the handle of the weapon until his knuckles were white.
Nothing special
That was him… Tamari was the best kunoichi, able to defeat almost anyone that decided to cross her path as long as she kept a levelled head…and she was beautiful, smart and knew it.
Gaara on the other hand was the best shinobi in the all of Suna, able to take out anyone that tried something. He was the first and best line of defence and attack they had and he was Kazekage over all, finally beloved by all. Kankuro didn't begrudge him that but sometimes…he just wished…
30 minutes, the blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lifes
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
A slow tear tracked down his face, at times he just wished that people would look at him and see…him.
Not his father, not the son of the former Kage, not Gaara's or Tamari's brother, not the Kazekage's brother just… Kankuro… only Kankuro.
Kankuro bit his lip to keep the sob in his throat, knowing that at the slightest sound Gaara or Tamari would most likely come to check what he was doing.
Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our eyes
Under shade silhouettes casting
shapes crying rain
What was the point really… Kankuro didn't know.
All he knew was that one moment his eyes were closed and his hand was clenching the kunai, the other the fabric of his t-shirt the next…
His blood was seeping out on the floor of his room, multiply slashes on both his wrist causing a swift blood flow. Kankuro just stared at it with dulled eyes, he finally had enough. The shadows danced in the corners of his room's as small puddles gathered swiftly around his wrist and Kankuro could hear the thump of his kunai hitting the floor. He realized dimly he cut so deep that he couldn't really feel his hands anymore… what a pity.
He briefly wondered if anyone would care… he wondered if Gaara would care?
He closed his eyes, strange, he couldn't really feel the pain from his slashed wrists
Can we fly do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
chances fail, Trains derail.
Hands touched him and Kankuro blinked his eyes open, his eyesight blurry. Blood loss Kankuro realised blearily as he stared at the sea of red before him, had he bleed that much?
But no, he couldn't have…he be dry now. Then the mass of red moved and he stared into foamy green eyes "…Gaara…" he whispered as he saw the emotions in his brothers eyes. Anger, fear, urgency, uncertainty…those were only a few of the myriads of emotions that he could see in those normally emotionless eyes and then the Kazekage spoke "why?" hands were wrapping up his wrists.
Gaara was wrapping up his bleeding wrists… He licked his dry lips and opened his mouth to answer.
30 minutes, the blink of an eye
30 minutes to all of our lifes
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
To decide, to decide to decide to decide
"Because I was falling when you weren't looking"
