When Angels Cry
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
A/N: I liked the last chapter, not sure why. Anyway, here comes chapter thirteen! I've been wanting to do this one for awhile!
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Chapter XIII
Rock
Matsuri stared at the rock.
"You expect me to pick that up?"
Another day of training. Today, Gaara was trying to boost up Matsuri's physical strength. And she didn't seem to believe him. And if she did, then she didn't seem too happy about it.
Gaara nodded, "Yeah."
"How in the hell am I supposed to pick that friggin' thing up all by myself? It's twice my size! It's four times as heavy as me!"
"Sometimes, it's not just strength. Try to use your chakra as well."
"And how is that going to help me? It's so easy for you! Oh look, I'm Gaara. Watch - as I pick up this rock without lifting a finger!" Matsuri mocked, lowering her voice so she sounded like a gruff old man.
Gaara blinked, "First of all, that doesn't even sound like me. Second of all, stop wasting your energy arguing with me and just do it."
Matsuri huffed, grumbling to herself, and spun around once more to face the rock.
She probably stared at the thing for ten minutes, before crouching down and taking the rock with both hands. She began to try and lift the boulder, but the thing wouldn't budge. At some point, she was probably trying so hand that her fingers slipped and she fell back.
Hard.
"Ow! God dammit, that hurt!" Matsuri stood up, and then screamed, "Stupid rock!" and kicked the poor inanimate object. Her whole body vibrated, then she screamed, "Ouch! My foot!"
Gaara pinched the bridge of this nose, "Maybe we should start with something smaller."
"Ain't that right..." Shukaku mumbled from inside Gaara.
Well, at least they finally agreed on something. Meanwhile, Matsuri tried to kick the rock again.
"Ow! My other foot!"