Vader: Just to get all of the beautiful fans out there really excited, for those of you who wanted the sequel posted… TADA! We have gone farther then this, but I have not edited that yet. ' Oh well. If you want to know what happens, and you liked the first story… then Review! The more reviews we get, the better our story and the faster it will be put up! The following is just the intros for Gaara and Kakashi, picking up from where the last story left off. Enjoy, and Review please!
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Beep... beep... beep...
Is he breathing?
Beep... beep... beep... A little...
He just moved!
Did he?
Yes...
Beep... beep... beep...
The black lids parted, glossy turquoise eyes stared up into... blurry white. White nothingness. What... what was this? This feeling was so... so heavy. His insides were screaming, they felt torn in every single way an internal organ could possibly be torn. Was... was he bleeding? The glazed eyes closed.
Will he live?
I honestly don't know.
Were those real voices? Or was he just... imagining it. Where was he? The sound of sand whipping against the building was a comfortable greeting. His vision was very blurry. Why so blurry? After holding his eyes opened for a moment, things went black. But he was still awake, still conscious. Parting his dried lips, he felt a horrible pain as he tried to breath, his body began to tremble and he screamed. His scream was followed by the horrid screams and something warm splattered along his body. So very warm, and silence filled the air...
His blurred vision came back and he saw the outline of a limp figure. A lady with long glossy blond hair over her shoulders. Sheets soaked through with blood surrounded her, along with sand. Turning his head painfully, he saw another figure. A man with his face hidden in his own pool of blood. Did he just kill them? Yes... yes. And he could feel the power seeping into his body... rather his chakra.
Beep... beep... beep
If that beeping sound didn't stop, he would kill himself. The dark red-haired boy slowly sat up, he felt needles slide out of his veins and other straps holding him down break. The mask around his mouth broke and fell to his lap. The boy's trembling hands picked it up and stared. Where...who?
Now trembling, the utterly pale boy looked around, his vision normal. The Sand symbol was on the door. The room was empty except for him and the two lifeless forms. He turned his head and noticed the hospital band on his wrist. Lifting the pale, thin wrist he read the red font. Gaara. That...oh my gods. Everything swirled back in one painful wave. Gaara suddenly remembered himself, and then a face that he longed to see... the name. What was the bloody fucking name?! The anger seethed from the young boy... how old was he now? How old... fourteen... fifteen... he was sixteen. Sixteen? No... fifteen? ...Seventeen. He was seventeen.
Kakashi! That was the name. That beautiful, wonderful name. Gaara clutched his thundering forehead and uttered a small cry. But the most pain he felt was inside of him. His chest... his heart. Damn organ. Struggling, he began to sit up. What the hell was he wearing? He had on black pants, and only the black fishnet t-shirt and a black necklace. Nothing was on the necklace, it was just a black string tied around his neck. His wrists were laced with scars. How did that happen? Slowly, he stood and almost fell, but sand caught him. Yes, he still had his sand.
Groaning he saw his reflection. His face had a few scars on it and was paler than before. He glared hard. His hair was a bit long, but rather pretty. Too bad, had to go. He threw some doctor tools around until he found the sharpest one and began to chop at his hair. Finally, Gaara was satisfied with a very messy cut. Little did he know, the cut was actually adorable on him. Then again, he never self-judged. He hated himself as much as the next soul. Turning around, he found his stuff, if you can call it that; piled up on a chair. His gorge was on the floor, and a soft wolf plushy was on it, worn from who knows what. He picked it up and sighed heavily.
Lifting the gorge onto his back, he slipped the ninja shoes on and headed out into the hall. The sound of sick, dying people filled the air and he made a disgusted face. Limping slowly for the entrance, he had no clue of how deadly that could be for him. Gaara was just barley clinging onto life. If he had allowed the doctor and nurse to live, and perform surgery; he could have made more distance and lived. But in this condition, he'd surely die.
Passing the main counter, he ignored the terrified stares of passer bys. Apparently, everyone heard about how the Gaara of The Desert, Gaara of the Sand, was found lying on his soul mate, appearing dead and was dragged back to The Hidden Sand Village. What a wonderful story. The fear glistened around their eyes as they stepped aside. A timid male approached him.
"E... excu... cuse me sir," stuttered the boy, holding up a bundle of black cloth. "This... this was sent to you." he said, his hands trembling as Gaara reached out to take it. It was a black trench-like coat with metal plates on the shoulders. The front draped over his chest, like his old brown one had. He took off the gorge and put it on. It fit tightly, and rather nicely. He connected the front buckles all the way down to the waist. Gaara wondered who could have possibly sent such a nice thing.
Without thanks, he headed for the door. He knew the child would forever value his life and tell his tale of surviving talking to Gaara and living. As he walked out, he was greeted by a fierce stand that nearly knocked him over. He coughed violently, some blood dripping onto his hands. For a moment, he held his stomach; feeling like a bunch of kunai was digging into him. Then he started to walk slowly. The streets were empty except for him.
Kakashi. That was what his mind was fixed on. Making it out of the village, the fierce desert blew around him. This caused him to collapse and stay on his knees, his sand shot up around him to protect him. Gaara coughed once more. No. He had to make it. He formed a sand shield about him as he walked. The sun rose, the sun set, the sun rose, the sun set. Gaara would occasionally collapse, pass out, and throw up blood. But he was living for the sake of Kakashi. But wait! Gaara suddenly stopped at the edge of the forest.
If he had been found laying on Kakashi, what had happened to him?! Was he alive? Maybe the Leaf took him... he was generally heading towards where he last saw him. Coughing, he thought deeply while leaning against a tree. What if he was dead? No... no. He refused to believe that. If he were though, Gaara would die as well. Walking slowly, he was angry with himself for the slow pace. Finally he couldn't walk further. He collapsed at a river.
The water was white because it was going so fast, making the rocks it went over smooth and sleek. Salmon jumped up stream, struggling to face the insane current. A bird sang somewhere overhead. Gaara's gorge rested on the side as the teen stared up at the blue sky. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt his ribs grind against organs.
Finally, he faded into a thick blackness that wrapped its fingers around him. He didn't know if he was close to The Leaf or not, all he knew was that he was walking until he found him. Even if it killed him.
What some would call a miracle, others would call simply the science of medicine. After one of Konoha's prized Jounin had not returned from a mission, a few ninja had been sent out. They returned, carrying a limp and bloody body. It was alone, and fallen amidst the foggy morning. The body was immediately given to the emergency care ward in the Hidden Leaf hospital. They found out that the Jounin was, amazingly, still alive. He had suffered a severe blow to the head, but thankfully it had not killed him. It was just to the right of his spinal bones, and just below the skull. It had knocked him unconscious, and wounded the Jounin very badly. Many doctors and surgeons had tried their best, and now they had finally done it. Their work had paid off; he was waking up.
The first thing he saw was darkness. Then, an extremely bright light. He blinked, unsure of what this light was. He heard noises; people, talking, and a steady beeping in the background.
"Congratulations, doctor!"
"My nurses deserve the credit too, as well as your ninja who retrieved him in time!"
"Hokage, you are needed in the main hall for a meeting with the ninja!"
"All right, I'll be there in a minute. I have to see Kakashi first."
"Look! He is coming to!"
Now he could see better. That light was just a ceiling fixture, and the beeping a heart rate monitor from nearby. He blinked, and tilted his head slightly, so he could see who was talking.
"Welcome back!" the Hokage greeted.
"We are glad to have you back among the living!" said a man in white scrubs.
"We almost lost you a few times, you should consider yourself lucky!" said a female in a pink outfit.
He tried to sit up, and immediately felt two pairs of hands helping him do so.
"You mustn't try to do too much right away, you know. You did suffer a serious injury, after all," the white-clothed man said.
He was gently hoisted up into a sitting position, where he could see everyone in the room better. Something was covering his face, so he reached a hand slowly up to feel it. His facemask was on, and covering from his nose downwards until it reached his throat. He removed his hand, and took a look around the room. There were only five people there other then the Hokage, and they were only doctors and nurses. How did he get here? Where exactly was here? He had never been in this room, this place, before. He felt something sting his arm, and he looked over to see the man pulling out a reddened needle.
"I just need to test your blood, and make sure everything is all right," he explained.
The doctor then exited the room, followed by three nurses. Only one nurse remained to watch over the healing Jounin. The Hokage was there as well, a kind smile spread across his face.
"I am sorry, I should have never sent you on that mission. I knew it was dangerous, and we had not had any survivors yet. Well, except for you, that is," Hokage explained.
He leaned forward to try and reach a glass of water set on a bedside table, but immediately felt a sharp and intense pain in he back of his neck. He winced, and his hand shot up to rub it tenderly.
"You are still healing, sir. You need to give it more time," said the nurse.
She took the glass of water, handing it to him. He took it in his hands, but she did not let go. She lifted it to his lips, allowing him to drink, but not allowing him to do it himself. Was he that weak? He didn't feel that bad, other then the pain throbbing in the back of his head. Finally, the glass was removed, and he coughed up a bit of the water, having not drunk anything in so long. How long had he been here? The nurse set the glass of water back upon the bedside table, and stood nearby, in case he wanted anything else.
"Well, I am glad to see you alive and well," Hokage said, still grinning that silly smile.
He turned, walking slowly to the door of the room. He opened the door and paused, reading the clipboard attached to the door front.
"It looks like you will be in here for a little while longer, so I am going to let you get some sleep," Hokage said, closing the door behind him.
The nurse came over, a small butterfly needle in hand. She squeezed it only a tiny bit, sending a bit of the clear liquid into the air.
"Happy dreams, sir!" she said.
That was the last thing he heard before his world went completely dark once more.
Light… Oh so painful and intense light. Oh god, turn it off! click What had happened? Why had he… oh yea. The needle. He slowly woke up again, and found himself all alone in the room. He felt a little stronger, a little bit better. He tried to sit up, but could not do so by himself just yet. A nurse came over; the same one from before.
"You must have been tired! You slept for three days!" she said cheerfully.
He only blinked, and tried to sit up again. With a smile, the nurse helped him get into a better position. She then held a glass of water in front of him.
"Are you thirsty at all, sir?" she asked.
He looked at the water, and took it slowly with his own hands. This time, the lady nurse allowed him to drink by himself. He found that he was able to hold the glass, though it did seem a bit heavy. He rested it down upon his lap after taking a small sip. He drank some more, and then handed the glass back to the nurse. She smiled, replacing it upon the bedside table.
"I'll be right back, all right? I just have to go and speak to the doctor, and tell Hokage you are awake," she explained.
Then she left, and he was alone. Again. Why did being the only person in the room bother him so much? He seemed to long for the company of another. But she soon returned, with the white-clothed doctor and the Hokage. The doctor held a clipboard, and began scribbling some notes. The nurse stood nearby, in case she was needed for anything. The Hokage walked over, and stood by the bed of the healing Jounin.
"How are you feeling?" Hokage asked softly.
He only felt himself nod, but then tried to speak. It had been so long since he had done it, he only gasped out a tiny noise. Hokage grinned widely.
"Do not worry, your voice will return with time," Hokage explained.
A few minutes of silence passed, and then the doctor spoke.
"We can release him as soon as he can walk, which should be in about a week or so."
"Well, that is some good news at last. We need our best Jounin back on the missions, and back teaching students!" Hokage cheerfully stated.
The doctor nodded, standing to the side; he was holding his clipboard and looking important. The nurse also stood by the doorway, waiting for orders or something to do. The Hokage sat down on a chair, planning to keep the Jounin company for a little while.
"Once you feel better, you can rejoin the ranks of ninja," Hokage explained.
He remained quiet, looking around the room. He watched the doctor holding his clipboard, the nurse fiddle with a strand of hair, and the Hokage smiling once more.
"Its good to have you back, Kakashi," Hokage said.
He blinked, and stared right back at Hokage. He opened his mouth, trying to get the words out of his throat, trying to speak. When he did, it was a raspy sound.
"Who is Kakashi?"
