Ok I suppose I should start off with an explanation. Like I had stated in my AN I had recently got my new computer and started my junior year of high school . I, in my infinite wisdom, had signed up for FOUR AP classes this year. It started off fine and when I got my computer I thought I would still have enough time to write this story. Well I was wrong, oh so very wrong. Not even a week after getting my computer up and running my workload nearly quadrupled and left me floundering. This coupled with my internship has left me with little to no time for myself and when I do have it I'm usually so burned out I crash as soon as I get the chance.
I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write for you guys but over this thanksgiving break I had a little bit of time to start again (after finishing like four projects) and I leapt at the chance.
It's been awhile since I have written for this story so don't worry too much if it's not up to the same standard as the first couple chapters where I knew what I was doing and how I was doing it. And not I present to you...
Lone Wolf Returns- Chapter 4
Is Hell Supposed to be a Sandbox?
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(LAST TIME)
The sounds of the chidori striking something was heard, before there was a pain filled grunt. The cyclopean jounin lazily glance over his shoulder, expecting to see his greatest student with his hand through the man's chest but instead found an unexpected sight.
The chidori had struck true, hitting to the left side of the man's chest, but went no further into it, simply stopping on the skin. The stranger had his hand in a fist jammed into Sasuke's gut, who was leaking blood and saliva from his mouth.
"Pathetic. You Konoha Shinobi are sad excuses for ninjas. I shouldn't waste my time with such trash." Not saying anything more, Stark straightened his back and took one step behind him before vanishing in a blur followed by the sound of static.
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Around the world, nature seemed to be silent and still.
Then came the feeling. The sensation of something standing beside you in the dark, of the silent being looking over your shoulder and the trepidation of the unknown. It washed over the world in waves, ripples like a stone cast into a pond as still as glass.
The world had just been exposed to something that had not been seen in many a century and it cause all those who remembered and those who were aware to stiffen and feel a silent dread.
All across the world eight beings grew silent as the building pressure caused by the waves settled upon them in their resting place.
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In a dark cavernous room, a pair of eyes, green as jade and framed by messy blond tresses, slowly opened from their nearly three year sleep.
A voice sounded throughout the cavern, sounding as if there were two voices speaking as one "It SEems THAt we weRE deSTIned To mEetoNE moRe time..."
"STARRK!"
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Subaku no Gaara had been expecting many things when he had died; an unquenchable inferno and his father staring down at him, a void of black shrouded in loneliness reminiscent of his childhood, if he was feeling very optimistic even the chance of pearly gates.
The one thing he was not expecting was a sand in his mouth and the sun glaring into his narrowly opened eyes.
Remembering what had last happened to him, Gaara forced his body not to tense and possibly alert his captives to his re-attained consciousness. Upon getting readjusted to the light, Gaara's first instinct was to check his surroundings. He silently called the sand around him to form a small eye, searching in order to ascertain his situation.
Naturally Gaara was unsurprised to find that he wasn't alone, but what did surprise him was the distinct lack of black, red cloud covered cloaks. In fact, neither of his captors seemed to be anything like the psychopathic bomber who had originally taken him captive.
Both of the beings that shared his company wore large amount of white, an oddity for any Shinobi, though this could mean nothing at all. One of the people he, who seemed to be the leader, was a tall man with long wavy hair. His partner looked little more than a young skinny teen, seemingly female, and wore little in the way of clothes and certainly nothing that you would attest to traveling the harsh desert in. Both seemed to be in light conversation with the other.
Feeling that prudence was the best strategy, Gaara quickly summoned up sand to trap the unlucky duo until such a time as he could ascertain the situation.
This proved to have been a useless endeavor since as no sooner than his sand had risen than the two had disappeared in a blur of static followed by a dull sound he couldn't quite make out in his still semi dazed state.
Reappearing not far away the duo quickly fell into stances that seemed to show a reluctance to fight. The male stepped forward and held his hands up out in front of him in a placating manor.
"Who are you? Where am I?" questioned to red headed jinchuuriki, in a no nonsense tone indicating his questions were demands.
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Hearing the demands made by the previously kidnapped kage, Starrk wondered how he should play the situation. While he knew that the easier way would be to explain the situation, omitting that facts of his past life, he also knew that a full explanation would provide him an ally that he would undoubtedly need in the time to come.
"You would not believe me if I told you. It'd be such a drag to have to convince you otherwise." He spoke with a lazy undertone. At this Gaara narrowed his black ringed eyes and raised a non-existent eyebrow.
"I've heard some pretty unbelievable explanations before, what's to say that I won't believe yours?"
"Hmm. Guess if I don't tell you you'll just keep asking me till I tell you huh, that'll be such a drag." Starrk intoned. "ok then, where to start. guess I'll start with this: I see you took what I said about precious people to heart huh?" as Starrk finished he pulled open his jacket, baring his hollow hole to the world.
These were certainly the last words that Gaara had expected to come from the strangers mouth. He expected even less for him to show a gaping hole cut clear through the center of his chest. Then the words that he had spoken really hit him, the only person to ever preach to him of precious people had been a certain blond maelstrom; a certain maelstrom that had died from being pierced through his chest.
"N-Naruto?!" questioned the Kazekage, his eyes nearly falling from his head.
" It's been a long time Gaara."
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END
This seemed like a good place to end this chapter. I say again to all you people out there reading my story that i am sorry for the huge delay and i will be trying as hard as i can to get more chapters up and on the site. This is just a chapter for the sake of posting a chapter. Hopefully this will hold you guys over till i get my next chapter written and hopefully it wont take NEARLY as long as this one.
CYPHERNATE