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Ch2
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LOCATION: A rooftop near the edge of the village of Suna
Shukaku was thirsty.
He wouldn't dare to sleep tonight. He could feel it; it's thirst for blood.
His thirst for blood.
The moon was high in the sky now; a like a glowing scyth cutting it's way across the the hirizon; over the sand dunes and beyond the walls of Suna.
The invasion of Kanoah was still months away.
It would still be months before he could satisfy his thirst with as many ninja's blood as would be foolish enough to insult him.
He needed that blood, desperately.
That was why he existed.
Below, in the village streets, he could hear the soft footsteps of a few passersby. That was unusual at this time of night; especially in this section of the village
whithout any bar shop that would still be open.
The footsteps faded and, and Gaara lost himself in thought.
'Without blood, Shukaku wil remain restless.Will I be consumed by Shukaku if I don't kill soon?
If I don't justify my existence...'
He was interrupted by a wonderfully sweet sound. The ninja of Suna were shouting to eachother. One distict word clung to his ears:
"Intruders!"
He could hear the sand shifting in anticipation. His pulse quickened.
'My existence.... won't disapear.'
It didn't matter what crime they had commited. They would satisfy Shukaku, along with any ninja who got in his way.
Under the moonlight it was nearly impossible to distinguish the dark shapes of Suna ninja from those of the intruders. He thought he could make out
the sound of wind from Tamari's fan and the klicking of Konkuro's puppets, but they seemed to be on different sides of town and moving farther apart.
'They're spitting up' he realized.
The sound of footsteps returned, but much faster and lighter than the ones before. Under the moonlight, he could make out a dark shape propell itself over Suna's wall, then run off alone towrds the doons.
'They missed one,' he thought. 'but I won't.'
The chase had begun.