--Who says I wanted to be saved?—
"Oh, no you don't….." I whispered as I jumped into the air, exposing myself to everyone fighting in the village. With lighting speed I did a set of hand-signs.
"Art of the Tiger: Body Control Jutsu!" I yelled as I spread out my arms and flipped in the air before I landed in front of the Kazekage. I heard a couple of gasps from behind me and the Kazekage. I smirked as I looked straight ahead of me at the two men in Akatsuki cloaks.
One of the men in Akatsuki cloaks, the blonde one, growled when he tried to move, but couldn't. "What the hell did you do, un?!" He yelled in frustration.
"Correction, what am I doing?" I smiled as I moved my hand in front of me and twirled my index finger around. As I did that both of the Akatsuki members turned around in a circle. "What kind of jutsu is this, un?" The blonde Akatsuki member asked, completely baffled by it. The other Akatsuki member, the red-headed one, stayed quite as if contemplating something.
"It's a very special jutsu that only I can do," I grinned, "Not even Itachi-kun can duplicate it with his sharingan eyes. And the jutsu is called the Body Control Jutsu, you can very well tell why." I answered in a mocking tone; or as one would put it, a cocky tone.
The blonde one's eyes widen in shock. "Y-you know Itachi-san? ...But how?" He managed to mutter. "I'm hurt Deidara-kun…….you forgot about me so soon?" I asked in mocked sadness, while looking at him with the 'puppy eyes'.
"What do you mean forgot, un? I've never seen you before." Deidara stated, confused. "It's a pity to know that my former partner doesn't remember me." I muttered, but Deidara heard. "Former partner……?" He questioned and studied my appearance. "You're too young to have been my former partner, un." He replied as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Looks could have been very deceiving, Deidara-kun." I stated as I closed my eyes. After about five seconds I opened my eyes and looked dead-straight at Deidara. He had an completely shocked expression on his face, or what could be seen on his face because his blonde hair covered half his face.
My appearance had changed dramatically. My eyes were now a piercing emerald-green color from the sea-blue color they were. My hair had extended down to my ass and was a forest-green color; apart from my natural, mid-back length, silver hair. Also, I looked like I was about twenty years old, five years older than I really am.
Suddenly I felt sand wrap around my ankles. I growled in annoyance and looked behind me to the sand mastermind, the Kazekage.
"What the bloody hell are you trying to do, Gaara-sama?!" I yelled at the red-head. All he did was glare at me. "If you haven't noticed yet…….I'm trying to fucking help you, you aho!" I exclaimed, getting pissed off at the sand wrapped around my ankles.
"You're an enemy to this village. You're a member of the Akatsuki organization." Gaara pointed out harshly. "Correction, I was a member. Do you people not listen? I said former partner!" I stated, turning back to Deidara and his partner. "Now, Deidara-kun. Why don't you be a sweetie and take Sasori-kun and leave?" I ordered rather than asked. "I'm sorry, un, but we can't. Not until we get what we came here for, un." Deidara replied, trying once again to break my jutsu.
Slowly I felt the sand recede; letting go of its hold on me. I smiled in relief to know that Gaara had some degree of trust in me. "And what you want, Deidara-kun, you can't have." I said as I reverted my appearance back to my real one.
"Why are you trying to stop us, Sylvie-chan?" Deidara asked in a solemn tone. All the while Sasori had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Because, Deidara-kun….." I sighed softly. "What you want is very precious to me." I looked at Deidara in the eye with a dismayed expression.
Deidara looked at me with sympathy; something I don't see to often, and sighed. "Fine…….Sylvie-chan. We'll leave, un." "But only because you want us to." Sasori added in; showing some emotion in his usual monotone voice. I let down the jutsu and smiled sadly at them. "Domo arigatou….Deidara-kun, Sasori-kun." I said kindly and then they left on clay birds Deidara had made.
After they were out of sight, I turned around to face the three sand siblings with a grin on my face. "Am I good or what?!" I said with amusement evident in my voice. Gaara and his siblings only stared at me with apprehension; an idea of me still being associated with the Akatsuki Organization.
My grin immediately faded and my mind found an interest at looking at the ground. "I get it. You want me to leave the village, right? Leave the village I swore to protect with my life just because you found out I was an Akatsuki member, right? You…..you think I'm a threat to the village; the village I love, right?" I questioned as I looked up into the sea foam-green orbs of the Kazekage.
No answer. Just silence.
"Well……..Am I right?!" I yelled; wanting so desperately for them to answer, to tell me I was wrong. But that didn't happen. They now only saw me for who I was and not who I am.
"Damn it, Gaara-sama! What part of was do you not understand?! I have no association with the Akatsuki Organization anymore! I'm not one of them anymore!" I yelled; tears forming in my eyes. I swiftly turned around so my back was facing them with my head down. "I'm not one of them anymore……" I said just barely above a whisper, and silently let the tears slide down my cheeks. My left hand gripped the Suna Hitai-ite around my neck; the one thing that shows my pledge to Suna. "Gomen, Gaara-sama…….Gomen nasei………that I ever believed in you….." I whispered softly as I pulled my hitai-ite off. I let it fall to the ground as I hugged myself and took off running.
Where I was running to, I cared not. As long as I was no where near Gaara and his siblings. Definitely, no where near Gaara.
Soon my feet led me to the cliff that over-looks Suna, the village I so dearly love. And it was there that I finally collapsed to my knees. My arms lay limp at my sides.
I looked up to the sky with a tear-stained face. The sun was slowly receding beyond the horizon as if trying to hide from someone, somewhat like me. I closed my eyes as I unwrapped the bandages that have always covered my forearms. After the bandages were off I opened my eyes and look upon my forearms that were covered in scars.
Scars made by none other than me; self-inflicted.
Slowly I took out one of my many trusty kunais and my eyes fixated on its sharp blade that glistened in the fading sunlight. I pressed the kunai above my right wrist, applying pressure to the blade. Enough pressure to cut. Straight. To. The. Bone.
Once again, I closed my sea-blue eyes, already feeling the painful pleasure the blade will bring me. "Dear Kami-sama…..forgive me for what I'm about to do….." I spoke heart-brokenly as I swiftly swiped the blade clean across my wrist, cutting directly to its designated target; my bone. I winced at the pain and quickly did the same to my other wrist. I dropped the bloody kunai and gasped at the second jolt of pain that flowed through my body.
I opened my eyes slowly, after hearing a rustling of sand behind me; causing me to look at my wrists. An image of the one I secretly loved flashed in my mind. I panicked in my mind. "Oh……dear Kami-sama………help me……." I muttered through deep breaths.
I was breathing heavily from the quick loss of blood and began to strain to keep my eyes open. Soon my eyes closed on me and I fought my body to open them.
They opened slowly.
My eyes widened as I saw a pair of feet in front of me. I painfully lifted my head up and locked eyes with a pair of sea foam-green orbs; Gaara's. He was standing there with an unreadable expression at the moment. I just watched him as he bent down on his knees and pulled out some bandages from his pockets. He gently took my right arm and began to bandage up my wrist. It was then that it finally registered in my mind what he was doing.
I glared at him and yanked my partly bandaged wrist away from him. I yelped as yet another jolt of pain went through my body. He returned to me a glare of his own. "What the hell are you doing?!" Gaara growled, obviously angered by my action.
"Don't……..you……..touch me….." I hissed between heavy breaths. My head was spinning rapidly; the loss of blood was really taking its toll on me. "I hope…….to……Kami-sama….you……burn in…….hell, Gaara-sama……" I muttered hatefully.
Slowly, I slipped into unconsciousness.
I grudgingly woke up to find I was still alive. I took a look at my surroundings and figured I was in someone's bedroom, a boy's bedroom to be precise. I sat up in the bed and the blanket on me fell to my lap; revealing my wrists all bandaged up. I glared at the bandages that covered newly made wounds.
"Chikuso….Gaara-sama, why couldn't you have been the old heart-less aho I'm accustom to seeing….." I growled. "Because, if he was Sylvie-chan, he would be a very good Kazekage. Now would he?" I heard a female voice say from the bedroom door. I looked up to see Gaara's older sister, Temari, at the door with a small tray of food.
I stayed silent.
"You know, you should be grateful. Gaara saved you life." Temari stated as she walked into the room and set the tray down on the nightstand on the right of the bed. I looked at my hands as they clenched onto the blanket in my lap. "Who ever said I needed saving, huh? Did you ever care to think that maybe I wanted to die this time?! Did you ever care to think that possibly I did this to myself?!" I yelled at her; my sea-blue eyes glaring intensely at her. Temari just stood there looking at me shocked.
"You…..you mean to say…." Temari couldn't finish her sentence; not quite believing I would do such a thing.
"Hai. I was so damn close in succeeding this time, but your fucking brother had to be hero and save me." I growled, hate dripping off every word. "Th-this…..time? ...How….How many t-ti-times?" Temari stuttered, looking at me with wide eyes.
"Ten." I answered as I looked back down at my hands, my wrists, in somewhat shame. "Demo……..why? I mean, what stopped you all those other times?" Temari asked after finally taking in the whole conversation. I looked at her and gave her a sad smile as I lift my hands to show her my wrists.
"An image of the one who actually saved me this time always stops me."