Twitch Twith
Gaara
By Chocolate coated Blue
AN: You know that tick, twitch of the eye that anime characters get when they are pissed off or annoyed? Well it begins . . .
This is by no means the first of the series, nor the inspiration. Yet I find myself writing this one first. Hmm…
Disclaimer: I may have an over reactive imagination, but even it doesn't stretch that far.
Summary: Gaara's happy, and it shows…
Temari and Kankuro were worried.
Gaara had been caught humming this afternoon. Last week had been scary enough with the smiles and far away looks, but Gaara had never progressed this far before. Temari had been for once, speechless when she had come across the Kazekage humming as he finished his paperwork.
Yes Temari and Kankuro were very worried.
Gaara was annoyed.
Both his brother and his sister had taken to avoiding him this past week or so. As well as the rest of the village. Even his own personal ANBU seemed eager to clear the room when he arrived. It hadn't been this bad since he let Shukaku out to play all those years ago in Konaha. He would have known if Shukaku had managed to pass his walls, after all one didn't become an accomplished jinjuuriki without knowing how to protect one's self from the monster within. He would have known, demonic chakra was hard to miss, wasn't it? Gaara sighed. At least he had the latest letter waiting for him in his quarters.
As Gaara decided for once that he was going home early; the ANBU of Suna gathered with the two Sand siblings at headquarters to discuss the growing problem that was their Kazekage. Lately their esteemed leader had taken upon himself to show leniency and even kindness to shinobi rather than the blank emotionless mask they were usually graced with. By no means was this inexplicable change undesirable, it was just. . . worrying as to what had caused this drastic shift in personality to arise.
It wasn't until 3 bottles of vodka, 10 bottles of wine, 6 cases of beer and a variety of other alcoholic beverages had been demolished that one brave and foolish ANBU gathered the courage to suggest:
"Do ya th'nk he's in Love?"
Total chaos descended the heavily packed room. Girls jealously regarded others and several fist fights had begun, the elite of Suna seemed to forget that they were all professionally trained assassins in the face of their Kazekages removal from the fishing pool. More than one young woman could be heard denying the accusations from their boyfriends, friends and brothers.
Into this mess Temari stumbled to Kankuro's side and slurred:
"Ya woulda tought dat he'da ad the guts ta tell ush if he were dating som'one. He n'ver even talk 'bout som'one special."
The surrounding ANBU quietened as they began to process that maybe their Kazekage was still available. Kankuro, equally drunk, if not more so, slurred into the rapidly spreading silence:
"Yeah, l'st time 'e was dis 'appy was when 'e was 'bout to let Shu-ka-. . . Shu-ka-ku out to snack on Nar'to"
Immediately it was if the death of the loveable blonde shinobi had be announced (for in recent years the number one surprising ninja of Konoha had become excedingly well liked with-in the ninja ranks of Suna). The silence that had descended was so stifling that even the previously oblivious Kankuro became aware. Slowly the previously intoxicated ANBU began to show why they were considered elite as they quickly shook of the effects of the alcohol they had consumed.
"You don't actually think that he had anything to do with…"
The ANBU slowly trailed of as he gained the attention of the whole room.
"Do with what?" asked the now irate Temari, she had been pleasantly intoxicated until her fool of a brother had opened his big mouth.
"Well the murders" the man replied as he tried to think of away of dodging the blast of wind that would be soon flying his way. At the inquisical looks he got from the rest of his comrades he continued: "You know the one's by Blue Moon Hot Springs?" Again at the looks of confusion he was receiving he continued "The massacres that have no clear cause of death, no suspect, no identity because all their bodies were dried out husks?"
A fearful humming buzz seemed to overtake the room; no one actually spoke but the tension was almost palpable. Everyone seemed to be avoiding the siblings eyes. Slowly the newest recruit spoke, breaking the evergrowing mummering rumble:
"You mean like a sandstorm?"